Chapter 1: Into the River and Out Into The Forest
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Today was probably the longest day of my life.
It started off fine, I guess; my eldest cousin had work and I volunteered to watch her kid for her. As such I’ve been staying over at her and my sister’s place all week while they went to their respective work places. The boy was adorable, I didn’t mind spending time with him, and it helped me learn how to better care for a child. But… doing so without a break was exhausting. I don’t know how mothers do it. It became especially exhausting when he got frustrated with me, the boy becoming very upset because I couldn’t run around to play tag or even carry him places. My siblings and I tried to explain to him that I was physically unable to do such heinous exercises because of my lung condition, but he just wasn’t having it.
Seriously, mothers needed to be awarded. They have incredible patience.
But today marked the end of the week, which meant I wasn’t needed to babysit anymore. My sister and cousin both had the day off, so while the boy went to spend time with his mother I got to hang out with my sister, Maria. While getting ready, however, I was informed our other sister- Clair- was to be joining us. She wanted some sibling bonding time, which I was totally up for, although our brother was too busy with work and had to sleep lest he wouldn't survive work.
Night shift was truly a curse.
As a result our destination changed. Clair decided we were going to eat at a a different restaurant, one with food I wasn’t quite used to, and as we waited for our food my sisters began to comment quietly on one of the waiters. As they began to whisper to each other I watched them, expression blank, unable to relate or understand their reactions to seeing his pretty face or posterior.
Like, I understood that they found him attractive… but that was all.
I turned away from my sisters and looked at the waiter, trying to figure out what they meant. I agreed the man was pretty in an aesthetic sense, and understood that he would make a great anatomy model for drawing, and yet… I still don't get it. Due to my confusion I decided to state my thoughts.
"You guys are weird."
The only person that I knew that wasn't weird was an asexual transgender I had been friends with back when I was still in High School. Which was only a few months ago, seeing as I had just graduated. Of course, after asking me some questions, he believed me to be just as asexual.
"What's so great about it?" I murmured, holding my glass with both hands. "You use the bathroom with it; it's gross." Awkward and a little more than uncomfortable, I took a long sip from my water.
"That's because you're ace, love." Maria stated, tapping her long painted red nails against the table as she eyed the waiter's back as he left. My own siblings were convinced I was asexual, which if I am would explain a lot of things growing up. However, I remained at odds considering I never dated anyone. "Which is good," She continued, "because that means you aren't gonna throw yourself into a relationship."
"Boys are gross." Clair agreed- almost sarcastically because I knew she was attracted to them- and looked at me seriously, "Don't ever get involved with them. Or anyone, really. Relationships suck."
"I thought you guys agreed to send me to a convent." I deadpanned, a stiff grin appearing on my face.
These conversations always freaked me out- just the idea of seeing someone naked disturbed me. Shirtless, fine, but anything below? No thank you. At this rate Mom is never going to have her grandchildren. My brother definitely tried, but all his previous girlfriends cheated on him because they hated how nice he was. He was the perfect white knight, but all anyone seemed to want were abusive nightmares.
"Only if you start having ideas." Maria stated, smirking as she responded to my previous comment. I raised my eyebrows and sighed, leaning against the wall beside me. Closing my eyes and relaxing my shoulders, I found myself starting to fall asleep.
"I'm okay." I said quietly. "As long as I have my fictional characters, I'm good." I can appreciate a beautiful woman, but all crushes I had in the past were on men. I may not be sexually attracted to anyone- that I know of, at least- but I did feel romantic attraction. I just never acted on my feelings because a part of me knew I would never be able to properly give in a relationship. "Real people are gross. And jerks."
High School relationships rarely last and, if I even did get in one, how was I supposed to act? What if I turn into this horrible person? What if that person cheats on me? What if I get divorced like our parents? I feel like the most I could ever do was hold hands or hug; anymore than that and I feel like I'd totally freak out. I'd rather just not think on it.
Leaning forward, I let out a heavy sigh. Maria and Clair spoke some more, and continued to do so until our food arrived. The meal I got was something Clair had ordered for me, as I knew little about how everything tasted. Sadly, when I took the first bite I immediately wanted to spit it out, but I forced myself to chew and swallow afterwards. It was some sort of omelette with a disgusting thick sauce over and inside of it.
"Well?" My blond-haired sister asked curiously, staring down at me with a large grin. "Isn't it the best thing you've ever tasted?"
Not… exactly , I thought as I took another bite, chewing slowly.
Not wanting to upset Clair I gave a timid shrug and tried not to look too grossed out. The blond looked pleased and began to dig into her food, while Maria's hazel eyes bore into my skull, staring at me intently as she cut into her steak and watched me eat. I took another bite, swallowing some water, and repeated this a couple of times before I had to slow down to prevent myself from vomiting.
Clair asked me what was wrong a couple of times, why I wasn't as talkative as I normally was, but I brushed it off. I hated both the flavor and the texture of the meal, but Maria was paying for it and I didn't want to waste her money. It would be rude to not eat, so I kept my opinions to myself.
This continued on for several more minutes.
"Okay, what's wrong?" Maria finally spoke up, frowning deeply at me. I looked up at the auburn-haired woman, startled. "You look miserable; you don't like it?"
Clair's attention was caught then and she looked at us. I froze in my seat, frightened by being called-out like I was.
"Well?" Maria pushed. "If you don't like it just say so. We'll return it and ask for something else."
My mouth opened and closed a couple times, guilt taking over and crushing me like a vice. Clair's blue eyes narrowed. "Use your words, child. Do you not like it?
I hesitated, then set the fork down and lowered my head. "N… No… it was fine for the first few bites, b-but then I just… It tastes really gross." I had been determined to finish it, even if it made me want to throw up, but it was too late now. Maria knew me far too well. The woman in question nodded and called out to our waitress, telling her what happened and that we'd like to order something else.
I tried not to shrink too far into my seat, apologizing for my actions in the process, only to get scolded by Maria and told that it was alright. I had been so focused on trying to say the fancy order earlier correctly that I forgot to ask for the thing Maria had suggested, which was what she was ordering for me now. The waitress said she wouldn't charge us for that particular meal and would only charge us for the thing we ordered next.
The item soon came, Clair scolding me for being too passive submissive- and we finished our dinner. I was actually able to eat the food this time, though I still felt ill from the weird omelette. We left the restaurant, Clair went home, and Maria and I decided to stop at a nearby park. Arms linked, we talked about trivial things- like how are things going with her current boyfriend, how stressful her job had been, or even how I've been doing and if my lungs were getting any better.
Needless to say they haven't. Breathing felt like it was getting more difficult by the day.
Letting out a small sigh, I kicked a few rocks from a nearby stream. A glittering stone suddenly caught my attention and I blinked, pulling away from my sister and cautiously making my way closer to the edge. I peered down, Maria heading over to stand behind me, and I called out, "Hey, look! Someone drew on one of the rocks."
I reached into the water and brushed my fingers along the rock, trying to feel the material of the red design. It wasn't marker or chalk, that much I could tell, but I couldn't figure out what the pentagram was drawn with. Paint, perhaps? It felt too smooth. Blended too much against the rock's surface and wasn't worn away at all.
"Seriously? Why the fuck-?" Maria knelt down beside me, raising an eyebrow, and reached out to grab it as I pulled my hand away. She snorted. "That's stupid."
I nodded in agreement and made to stand, only to have the ground beneath me suddenly give way as I was sent hurtling head-first into the stream. Maria shouted and tried to catch me, but fell, too, as the ground completely dispersed into bright red and white. Before we knew what was happening we were surrounded by this large space shimmering blue with bright lights resembling that of stars, and as Maria's hand was forcefully yanked out of mine a red glow erupted from my right pants leg and an intense searing pain burned against my flesh. I let out a loud scream, barely hearing Maria shouting my name through my own cries of agony.
Maria soon vanished from my sight as I was torn further away from her, feeling as though the world was crushing in on me and trying to tear me apart. Eventually the pain became too much and my body gave out, falling limp through the air. A large red light ripped out of my form, wrapping around me and taking the shape of some kind of animal, forcing back the invisible walls trying to destroy me. It was… shielding me. A noise then rang out- loud and piercing and sounding almost akin to a howl.
The lights around me gradually faded and the descent of which I was falling slowed. The glowing illusion of an animal disappeared and, with my breath heavy and fear crawling along my spine, my legs suddenly touched grass. I face-planted hard into the ground, winded and exhausted by what happened. After a few moments of catching my breath and trying to calm down, I blinked away the tears and struggled to push myself up into a sitting position. My right leg ached with every moment, something I quickly realized was because the flesh was scorched.
Oh gods. Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods-! Calm down, calm down. Don't panic. Breathe. W-Well, g-guess I'm following the family tradition now. One more sibling to go, then we’ll all have burns!
It hurts. Holy frick. Okay.
Teeth grinding tightly together I blinked furiously, holding back the tears as best as I could. It was then that I noticed my surroundings- where before I had been in a city, walking in a park with my sister, I was now in a… forest?
The trees went on for as far as the eye could see, and I was surrounded by bushes and wildflowers. This was nowhere near the sight where Maria and I had been. I blinked hard multiple times, wondering if I was hallucinating and if I had hit my head when I fell earlier, but everything remained the same.
Fingers curling into fists, I swallowed down the lump in my throat and forced myself up onto my feet. I almost fell back down, pain spiking up my leg immediately. I stumbled about in a circle, hoping to catch sight of anything that resembled my sister. "M… Maria!?" I called out, voice cracking. "M-Maria!"
If… If I walk a little bit I might be able to find her. But who knows what's wandering about in these woods?
No. No, she'll be okay. This is Maria we're talking about. She can handle herself. Besides, she always carries a sharp knife with her. I attempted to console myself as I forced my feet to move, limping and rubbing my hands along my arms to try and calm the anxiety running rampage inside me. If anyone tried to attack Maria she would destroy them. She's very proficient with weapons.
Wait. Don't I still have the pocket knife she gave me? I've been wearing it frequently per her instructions. Pulling the knife out of my pocket, I opened it and held it carefully in front of me for if I should be attacked. So long as I have this I'll be fine. E-Even if I never used it before… Hopefully it's just a crazed animal that attacks me and not an actual person. I'm not sure I'd be able to fight back then.
I closed and opened the pocket knife every now and then, following the direction the dirt path road led, and faltered in my walk when I heard voices up ahead. My limp slowed me down drastically, and I feared that if the worst happened I would not be able to run away. As soon as I caught sight of the people talking I wobbled to hide behind a tree. Both paranoid and socially awkward, I got to thinking about what to say.
Just… Just ask them if they've seen Maria. It's easy. Only a few words, right?
"E-Excuse me!" I called out, footsteps hesitant and scared. I raised a hand awkwardly, pocket knife hiding in my sleeve. The burning in my leg grew more intense, and I watched as the men who were talking turned to look at me. "Oh."
I blinked, stunned by their appearances. Old and young men together, they all had their tied back in top knots. They adorned old-fashioned hakama and kimonos, and were all holding weapons. One wielded a quiver and bow, another a pitchfork, and one even had grasp of a spear. All were even of a different ethnicity- clearly Japanese given their facial structure and clothing. Why they were dressed so traditionally I didn't know, but I had a feeling I would be learning very quickly as all the men started at me with cold eyes.
The man with the spear stepped back, startled, fear and anger mixed in his eyes. "A-A demon!"
"Do you think it's the one from before!?"
"We'll find out! Grab it! Don't let the demon get away!"
D-Demon? I whirled my head around to see what they were talking, but realized too soon they were talking about me when an arrow sailed straight passed the side of my head. I lost balance, stumbling back, and landed on my rear. More arrows flew and hearing the footsteps I pushed all the pain to the back of my mind, the rush of adrenaline giving me the strength to move.
Scrambling onto my feet I ran for it. At one point I moved too fast and the top of my shoe skidded against the ground, sending me falling again, and as I crashed onto the ground I barely missed getting impaled by a spear. More arrows shot through the air, catching the hem of my sweater dress and tearing away at it, and another nicked my arm. My lungs burned painfully, my throat constricting as though there was a snake coiled around it. I choked and coughed, wheezing as I pushed myself back up, and dashed out of there as quickly as possible.
I could hear the men shouting, demanding I return something to them, but I wasn't paying much attention to their words. All I cared about at the moment was the fact that they thought I was some sort of monster and was literally trying to kill me. Why did they even think I was a demon? I was clearly a normal human! What is wrong with them?
"I-I'm not-" I gasped, fingers gripping tightly against the spot on my where I was now bleeding, "I'm not a demon!" Blood seeped out and ran down my wrist, staining the long grey sleeves. "G-Go-Go away!"
Another shout from behind. I moved in a strange fashion, running left and right in an attempt to make it more difficult for the archer to aim. Unfortunately for me, there was a split second where my vision went black and I slowed, and when I awoke I was on the ground with an arrow straight through my shoulder. My vision blurred and faded to monochrome, and everything seemed to spin.
But I can't stop. Not here. Not yet. Not now.
M-move. Move! MOVE!
My feet pounded hard against the ground, desperate for escape. After a while the men gave up on chasing me, but I didn't notice. I was just so scared, I thought if I stopped moving it would mean my life would be over. I didn't want to die. I wanted to live and find my sister, to figure out what happened. When I had finally stopped moving it was because my vision and hearing were shot, and I had to lean against a tree to try and catch what little breath I could.
It felt like a fire had been lit in my chest, lungs burning to the point where I thought they were going to explode. After a while I could finally hear a voice and turned my head in the direction to see where it was coming from, but what I saw wasn't exactly a person.
A pair of bright yellow eyes stared at me from the shadows of a bush, hungry and cruel. "Blood…"
Breathing uneven and world threatening to fade to nothingness, my fingers twitched and my back pressed against the tree bark. My pocket knife had been dropped during my escape, making it impossible to defend myself.
"Human blood…"
I stepped around the tree, hands slippery with the red liquid. The creature took that opportunity to lunge out of the bushes, claws outstretched and ready to tear me into pieces for its next meal. My stomach twisted and my dinner tried to bubble its way up out of my throat as the monster came closer to me.
"GIVE ME YOUR BLOOD!"
Unable to defend myself I stumbled back, attempting to run, but I tripped over a tree root and was sent falling. I could only scream and raise my arms up in defense, pleading for anything to happen. I didn't want to die, I didn't want to be eaten; I wanted to live. I wanted to see my sister again. " No!"
And suddenly there was a warmth- different from that of blood or rain- that enveloped my body. Something akin to energy began to overwhelm me and soon left my body, leaving me exhausted as a brilliant red light shot out and tore the creature apart. Breathless and exhausted, I stared lifelessly in front of me before the world started to sway. There was a flash of silver and red, a voice shouting at me, and then I fell back on my side- unconscious.
…
"Hey. Hey! Wake up, already! Damn it." Inuyasha cursed to himself. Kicking aside some of the remnants of a destroyed demon, Inuyasha knelt down beside the sleeping girl. He had been on his way to greet Kagome at the bone-eater's well when he caught the scent of human blood. Inuyasha almost ignored it, but then he imagined what his friends would say if they found out and ended up dragging himself here.
He had expected to see someone being attacked by a demon, but what he wasn't expecting to see was a young woman suffering because of wounds caused by humans . When he had first arrived she was still awake and was facing off against a pathetic low-level demon. She was bleeding out and had an arrow protruding out of her shoulder, but when push came to shove she made a red light explode out of her body. That red light proceeded to tear apart the demon that was about to make lunch out of her.
Inuyasha thought he recognized that kind of spiritual power somewhere, but couldn't place it. All he knew at the moment was that she was definitely human, and her clothes…
They looked like Kagome's clothes. Weird and out of this time.
Inuyasha could wait for the girl to wake up, but with her as badly injured as she was and with all the demons in the forest… it wouldn't take long before they were attacked or for her to die. Letting out a reluctant huff of air, Inuyasha scowled to himself and broke the arrow, pulling it out of her before situating the short woman on his back. She was a little heavier than Kagome despite them being about the same height, but it didn't bother him. Inuyasha was incredibly strong for a half-demon.
But, unfortunately, his strength did little when it came time to face the wrath of his female companion. She was gonna give him an earful for not meeting her at the well- he knows it! Ugh.
Fucking hell. The half-demon thought, bursting out into a run and leaping through the air as he made his way back to the village he had come from. Hopefully there was enough medicine left behind from Kagome's last visit so that the old hag, Kaede, could do something to help this woman. If this person dies on me when I finally decided to do something nice, I'll be pissed.
It would be just his luck. The one time he tries to behave like a decent person.
As he maneuvered between a few trees he heard the woman on the back let out a sound similar to that of a groan. Is she waking up? That didn't take very long. Most people would be out for a few hours, yet this woman was already on the verge of waking up. For someone who looked so weak, she really was made of something tougher. Easily destroying that demon and now this? It made him wonder what she'd be like once she woke up.
Could she be like Sango? Are there even people like that in their time period?
"Urk…" The woman muttered. "...What…?"
Already awake, was she? Inuyasha thought about stopping, but decided to keep going. Her wounds needed tending to and they were just a few minutes away from the village. "Just hold on, alright? You'll be getting help soon."
The arm draped over his shoulder shifted and he could feel the woman move her head, most likely staring in confusion at the blinding white hair hitting her in the face. "Who…? M-Maria…" The woman pulled away, only to immediately cry out and collapse against his back, the blood soaking through her clothes. Inuyasha, to his chagrin, knew Kagome was probably going to make him wash the red out of his hair later. "I-It hurts…"
"Well, obviously, " Inuyasha snarked, "You had an arrow through your shoulder! You're just a human."
The woman didn't respond. Inuyasha thought she fell back asleep, but then she said something really idiotic. "...Your hair is really white…"
"I hadn't noticed." Inuyasha was convinced now; she may seem strong, but she was a total moron. "Just shut up and rest."
"..."
The woman didn't argue. Though clearly reluctant to accept help from a stranger, she still leaned back down and rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes. Inuyasha scowled again, hating how he had to help strangers at every turn, but at the same time knew he wouldn't be able to be rid of the guilt if he had actually let the woman die.
Besides, she was obviously from Kagome's time period. Though she was foreign it did little to rid the possibility that Kagome might know her. Leaping through a couple more trees, Inuyasha shifted the woman on his back before slowing down as he landed back on his feet, nearing the entrance of the village. A couple of the villagers that had been repairing the huts from a previous demon attack watched in curiosity as Inuyasha returned.
A few mothers with their children watched as well, having been weaving new straw sandals or hats, and the majority of the people began whispering to themselves and pointing. Jogging over to the entrance to Kaede's hut, Inuyasha pushed through the hanging door and called out aggressively, "Hey! Old hag! Are you here!? Kinda need your assistance right now!"
No response. Eyebrow twitching, Inuyasha let out a low irritated growl and jumped back a few feet, sniffing the air in an attempt to catch the old woman's scent. There! Near the fields! Without hesitation he broke out into another run, the woman on his back letting out a small groan from the sudden movement. The blood from her wounds had seeped into Inuyasha's own kimono, causing the red cloth to stick to his back.
"Kaede! KAEDE!"
A couple of villagers let out shouts and had to quickly stumble out of the half-demon's way to avoid being run over. Inuyasha moved faster, ears twitching upon hearing the unsteady breathing of the person holding onto him. Gasping, wheezing… did she already lose that much blood? Or was there something wrong with her lungs? Damn it. Don't die on me!
The old woman was just up ahead. "KAEDE~!"
There in the fields helping with the rice stalks was the village priestess. Old and wrinkled with an eyepatch over one eye was the person he had been searching for. Upon hearing her name called the old woman turned her head and looked in surprise when she saw Inuyasha and the person on his back. "My word- Inuyasha! What has happened!?
"No time to explain." He told her, frowning. "This person is gonna die any minute if she doesn't get treatment. Get on; I'll carry you both to the hut."
Shifting the woman to be supported wholly by his left arm, he guided Kaede onto his back so he could support her with his right arm. Kagome was going to be annoyed for the late arrival at the well, but this was a little more serious. Dashing back to the hut, Inuyasha began to inform Kaede what happened and how he stumbled upon the woman.
"She was already injured?" The old woman asked, surprised. "T'was not harmed by the demon, but perhaps a mortal? Ye said it was an arrow, did ye not?"
"It was covered by the scent of a human, yeah." Inuyasha informed, nose scrunching as he recalled the scent. "It was far too different to belong to her. They didn't match up at all."
"Hmm… the villagers once thought Kagome to be a demon when she first arrived; perhaps the scenario is the same for this young lass?"
"Maybe. Either way, she was pretty unlucky. If she didn't have that red light she used that demon would have devoured her whole."
"Red light, you say?"
"Yeah." He wasn't quite sure how else to describe it. "I arrived right when the demon was about to eat her, but then this red light emitted from her body and tore the demon to bits."
Kaede turned her head, staring at the sleeping woman beside her. She was definitely not from around here, most likely from a country to the west, but held dark brown hair cut boyishly short and had lashes so long they could almost belong to a doll. She wasn't quite a beauty like some people Kaede could think of, but the foreigner was lovely in her own right. Sadly, the toll of her injuries have led to the woman's skin becoming a sickly pale color.
Closing her eyes, Kaede focused her energy in an attempt to detect any spiritual power from the child. It was faint, nothing like what she or other normal shrine maidens possessed, but there was something there. It wasn't a holy power capable of purification, but… something that came out when the young woman was fearing for her life. A power that was capable of destroying its foes. But, Kaede noticed, it was a power that needed to be unlocked from within in order to be consciously used and released.
"I suggest we speak to the woman when she awakens. Perhaps she could explain what ye saw."
Arriving at the hut, Inuyasha pushed the hanging door aside and let Kaede down off his back. The old woman left to fetch what medical herbs she had that would help and whatever bandages she could find. In the meanwhile, Inuyasha set the young woman down and watched as she cried out in pain, having awoken from the shock and movement. Tears pricked her eyes and she choked back a sob, strangled words trying to leave her lips but not having the air of voice to properly speak.
Kaede, re-entering the room, saw the young woman awake and knelt down. "Do not fear, child. All will be better soon. Inuyasha-" Kaede turned to the half-demon, "go fetch Kagome. I fear we may need her modern medicine for this."
"Don't have to tell me twice." He huffed, "I'm outta here."
And with that, he took off in the direction of the forest where his companion was most likely waiting- or having just arrived.
…
It was strange. I remember seeing people in foreign clothes and someone with extremely white hair, but it was hard to keep everything straight through all the pain I felt. It was as if a snake was coiling around my throat, suffocating me as acid ran through my chest and a weight pressed down upon my lungs. My muscles ached and burned, and every time there was a movement my right shoulder erupted with excruciating pain. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move; I desperately needed my inhalers yet I could not recall if I had them on my person.
It was almost as though I could feel my heartbeat slowing. My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my skull. My hearing wasn't working quite right either.
There was someone muttering something in the background, like a song or a prayer, but it was difficult to make out. I was so light-headed it felt like my skull was tearing itself apart. A throbbing, pounding ache, and breathy dizziness as darkness started to overwhelm me. I tried to remain awake, to stay conscious, in fear of what would happen if I succumbed, but it was incredibly hard.
I'm scared.
I had no idea what was happening to me. What was going on? How did I end up like this?
I want my sister.
Where was Maria? I want to see Maria. I want to see my siblings, my family, my best friend.
I don't want to die.
I can't. I'm not ready. I'm too scared. Somebody… please….
Vision blurred and obscured by darkness, I could barely make out a pair of warm brown eyes looking down at me. The person the eyes belonged to spoke, but all I saw was their lips move. Their voice was too muddled, to quiet for me to hear. Black hair, long and dark, cascaded from the person's shoulders. I choked on nothing but my own lack of air, trying to get out words.
What the words were I did not know, but I knew I was trying to say something.
Help me.
Maria.
And then the snake around my throat became too tight to control. Weak, arms like lead, but determined, I made one foolish instinctive attempt to regain breath. Pulling away from the grasp of the person in front of me, I curled away onto my side and raised a fist, slamming it as hard as I possibly could against my chest. Darker, heavier, the pounding in my skull became more intense, until a siren began to ring in my ears.
Weaker. Exhausted. Worn. Can't give in.
Harder, harder, work! Work! PLEASE!
Fist pounded harder against my chest, another on the ground, both working together and against each other. Needed to breathe, needed to think, needed to live . Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. BREATHE!
Falling onto my back with one final hit, sweet oxygen came towards me like a gift from life itself. Something I had been reaching towards, but yet had been unable to touch. I clung to it, gasping and inhaling the gift of survival. I collapsed against the ground, too tired to think or move or keep my eyes open. I just lied there, fighting to bring my breath to as normal as it could be.
Voices began to grow clearer, more understandable. I didn't pay much attention to them however, a thought suddenly coming to mind now that I was able to think more clearly. Inhaler… Inhaler… where? Forcing my body to move once more, I fumbled about the ground for the medicine I needed, running my hand along my hip in an attempt to find the pocket of which they should be resting.
But the pocket was not there. Nor was the familiar feel of jeans or the cloth of my sweater dress. Only a thin material had been felt, and it was one I did not recognize. Eyes opening, I tried to look down at myself and saw that I was wearing a white robe. At least, I was half-certain it was a robe.
"Hey…" A feminine voice called out to me, "How are you feeling? Is everything okay?"
Turning my head, I saw the person who had been talking to me before. With her dark hair and brown eyes… I blinked, a little surprised to see she was of a different ethnicity. Normally this never bothered me as I interacted with Filipinos constantly, but I rarely ever saw a Japanese person. The young girl smiled warmly at me, leaning down with her hands on her lap.
"My name is Kagome. Can you understand what I'm saying?"
"Ka… gome?"
I do. I do understand her and that's the strange thing. I could hear the words out of her mouth- and they were most definitely not English- but I knew what they meant. I shouldn't be able to. I don't speak any other languages; I mean, I tried to learn Spanish once back when I was still in high school, but I had only one decent class of it before I was transferred to a class with a insane teacher.
"Y-Your name…? K-Kag… ome?"
She seemed pleasantly surprised. It was then I realized that the words coming out of my mouth weren't English. None of this was making sense. Maybe I was imagining things? Perhaps that was the case; I wouldn't put it past myself. "Yes. Can you tell me yours?"
"Uh…" My name. What was my name again? It was… oh. Oh, right. "I-Irene."
Had I been asleep this whole time? Had I been imagining my being awake? Or has time passed by so quickly I did not notice? I gave the room a quick once-over, taking note of the wooden walls and floor, and how it seemed extremely old-fashioned for a house. It seemed more like a worn-down cabin than anything. Was that a firepit in the middle of the floor?
"Where… Where am I?" My voice was raspy and it hurt to talk. I shifted a little in preparation to sit up, but the pain in my shoulder and forearm made me stop. "Wh… What happened?"
"My friend-Inuyasha- he found you in the forest bleeding out. The priestess of this village, Kaede, tended to your wounds. I took care of the rest. You won't be able to use your arm properly for a while, but I'm sure you'll get the hang of things. It'll be back to normal before you know it!"
I won't be able… to use my arm? My right arm? I need that arm; I-I draw with that arm! I-I do everything with that arm. I need my right hand. Before I could start to actually panic I tried to redirect my thoughts to something else, like figuring out where I was. How I got here.
Th-There was… There was this rock, I think, with a strange symbol on it. A pentagram?
I touched it and then Maria and I were sent falling. Then I saw these people- gods, what did they look like again? I can't remember. They were saying something to me, asking me to return something? What was it?
"Please, try and stay calm. I-I don't know what went wrong, but your breathing was really dangerous earlier. If you hadn't done… what you did… you might not have made it. Kaede and I will take good care of you, I promise, so please don't push yourself!"
Kagome. Kaede. Inuyasha. The last name was definitely weird and I hadn't the slightest clue as to what it could possibly mean. Rolling onto the side of my left arm, ignoring Kagome's protests, I pushed myself into a sitting position. With a heavy gasp, I leaned over and raised my left hand up to grab my right arm. I could bend it, but there was a dull throb along the length of the limb. I couldn't even lift my arm without an intense spike of pain shooting down from my shoulder to my hand.
Had the arrow hit a nerve?
Kagome, seeing that I wasn't going to stop trying to stand, settled for supporting my body. "Irene, stop! Your wounds are too severe! You need to rest!"
"I-I need-" I choked out, a single thought running through my mind, "I need-I need to- I need to find Maria!"
"Maria?" Her eyes widened. "You mean you're not the only one here?"
"M-My sister-"
The hanging door was pushed aside at that moment, a boy in his teens walking into the room. Stark white hair falling into his face, vibrant amber eyes looked at the two of us in surprise. The vibrant red kimono he wore stood out against his long hair. "She's awake now?" The thing that really caught my attention about his unusual appearance, however, was the pair of ears sticking out at the top of his head.
Small, white-furred, dog ears.
And they were moving.
"Inuyasha!" Kagome exclaimed, voice scolding. "Don't come in here; you'll scare her!"
"Scare her?" He sounded offended. "I was the one who saved her! If it weren't for me she'd be rotting in the stomach of some demon! If I hadn't smelled all that blood when I did she'd be dead!"
White hair. The white hair I remembered seeing… it was his? And his voice… it was so familiar.
"I…" The two of them looked at me. I was staring at the boy strangely, trying to pinpoint exactly where in my memory I've seen him before. "I know… you…"
"Yeah." He scoffed, stepping forward and crossing his arms over his chest. "That's 'cause I carried you here. Bled all over me; human blood is disgusting , I'll have you know!"
I flinched at the tone of voice. I tilted my head, blinking a few more times as I tried to understand the reasoning for his appearance. It was then I realized he was partially blurry. Squinting to make out the finer details of his appearance, I looked away in an attempt to locate my glasses.
Kagome, as if realizing what was wrong, let out a small gasp and reached into her skirt pocket. "Sorry! I almost forgot; here." Keeping one arm wrapped firmly around my waist, she held out my glasses to me. I grabbed them with my left hand, lifting them up to my mouth to open them, and then struggled a little in putting them on my face one-handedly. "Better?"
"Y-Yeah… thank you…" I spoke quietly, eyebrows knitting together as I stared briefly off into space, and then I looked back up at the boy called Inuyasha. "Um… s-sorry. For… For ruining… your kimono."
"Che. Whatever." Inuyasha turned his head, "S'not like it can't be washed out."
O… Okay? Um. I don't know how to react to that. He was very strange.
"Why…" Would it be rude to ask? I watched intently as the ear on top of his head twitched, the boy opening one eye to glance at me. "Why do… you have… dog ears?" His eye- the pupil of which would normally be round- was slit. I didn't notice that detail before because I hadn't been able to see properly then, but now with my glasses on… I'm making out all sorts of strange details.
The roots of his hair was just as white as the rest of it. Shouldn't they be of a different color if his hair was dyed? Not to mention his eyes- I can't make out the rim of a contact lense. Kagome looked completely normal, so shouldn't… this guy as well? And the way his hair was positioned- I should be able to able to make out human ears. But I can't.
Nothing was poking out of his hair except for the dog ears on the top of his head. What was this guy? Am I hallucinating? He's like… a dog person. Not quite a furry, but something close.
"Well, that's because-" Kagome began, uncertain of how to explain, "-that's because Inuyasha has demon blood."
I stared at her blankly, blinking multiple times to silently ask if she was insane and for a proper explanation. "...What?"
"It's-It's a long story." Kagome stammered, smiling sheepishly. Inuyasha leaned against the doorframe, nose scrunched up as he watched us. "Why don't we sit down? Are you hungry? I brought some snacks with me from home, so-"
"Ninja food?" Inuyasha perked up, looking mildly excited. "Did you bring the- the good stuff!? You know-"
"Yes, Inuyasha. Okay, come on, Irene; gently now." I wasn't too willing to just go along with everything, but I did want an explanation. I wasn't that hungry at the moment, however. I sat down near where I had woken up and Inuyasha took a seat beside Kagome, watching impatiently as she pulled a bright yellow backpack towards her. The sight was almost blinding. I watched as she opened the huge thing and began to pull out all sorts of goodies.
Bags of chips, small candies, cups of instant ramen, some textbooks that were clearly for school- of which then I realized Kagome was actually wearing a Japanese Middle School uniform- and some bottles that looked very reminiscent of shampoo, conditioner, and bodywash. Out of curiosity, I reached towards what I believed was a water bottle and held it up in front of me, staring blankly at the writing on the back.
Though I could understand what they were all saying, and I was partially certain I was speaking the language back, I could not read the writing at all. "What does this say?"
"Hm?" Kagome looked up, surprised. "You can't read it? But you speak Japanese so well!"
"I don't speak Japanese." I responded easily, only growing more confused and frustrated. The fingers on my left hand twitched and I set the bottle down, instead grabbing onto the robe I was wearing. "I'm not supposed to understand it, either. I don't speak any other language except English. I-I'm not- I don't understand ."
The tears were beginning to well up in my eyes again. My breathing was still weird, so I tried to calm down. I needed to keep my heart at a decent pace until I could get my hands on one of my inhalers. And even then, without my daily breathing treatment… oh gods. I'm scared. No, no, calm down. Don't panic. You'll be fine.
Anxiety running wild and fearful of my sister's whereabouts, as well as my own, I found myself rubbing nervously on my neck. "I-I was with my older sisters in America . We were at this restaurant, then we separated, and Maria and I... were walking through a park when we came across this stream. N-Next thing I knew we... were both falling and I was in a forest. I-I don't know where Maria is a-and I don't know how I'm speaking your language."
Inuyasha, munching on a bag of what I believed to be potato chips, spoke through mouthfuls. "You fehl fwu a thweam an' wound up heyah?" He blinked, chewed, and swallowed. "That's stupid. The only way to get here to the Feudal Era is through the Bone Eater's Well. Right, Kagome?"
"Feudal Era?" I repeated, pondering his words. The only things that seemed "medieval" was Inuyasha's clothing and this hut we were staying in. "Wait, are you saying this is like the Renaissance Festival or-?"
Inuyasha rolled his eyes and stuffed some more chips in his mouth. "I'm thayin you twavelled fwu time!"
"...Hah?" I'm pretty sure I knew what he said, but at the same time I'm pretty sure I misheard. "What was that?"
Kagome let out a heavy sigh. "Inuyasha said… he said that you travelled through time. And I- I'd hate to say it, but it's true. We're not in the present anymore."
I stared at her, then at the backpack, her uniform, and all the other modern things she had taken out of her backpack. It was official; these people were nutcrackers. "...Uh-huh… right…" I lowered my hand from my neck and pressed my index fingers against my lips, thinking of a good response. Hand shaking slightly, I shook my head. "Y-You know what? I'm dreaming. You two are figments of my imagination. This whole thing is a delusion."
"It's not, I assure you-" Kagome began, speaking with a gentle voice, but cut herself off when she saw me trying to stand. "W-Wait, what are you doing? You'll aggravate your wounds!"
Limping away, I faltered and turned back to look at her. Her eyes were completely genuine, but the things she said- they were insane. Travelling through time? I didn't fall through the stream- I slipped and hit my head on a rock! Even though the pain I felt was excruciating and my breathing problems certainly felt realistic, it was just another falsity.
I held Kagome's gaze for a brief moment, a part of me tempted to sit back down, but I shook my head and continued on my way. I pushed the hanging door out of my face and stepped out- only to freeze. Men, women, children… all were dressed similar to Inuyasha. Modest, dirtied, or in rags. A lot of the adults carried barrels of either hay or rice stalks on their backs. Some men held piles of chopped wood in their arms.
One man rode through the village on a wagon driven by a horse. And all the houses… they were wooden huts. I took another step forward, stunned silent, and looked around. Everything. Everything was there. Beyond the village I could make out rice fields and gardens. Forests filled with nothing but trees. A stream, perhaps, in the far distance.
And the air- the air was so fresh, so clean , so unpolluted it was nearly overwhelming.
Some of the people pointed at me, whispering to themselves.
"The foreigner woke up! She looks so confused…"
"Do you really think she's from Lady Kagome's world?"
"Mama, Mama, is she really from another time? Is she going to live here with us?"
"Oh, the poor thing… she's so dazed. Has she still not recovered? Her wounds looked grievous."
I stumbled back, not sure what to do or how to act, and nearly collapsed into the hanging door. I leaned against the doorframe for support, pushing myself back into the hut, and pressed my back to the wall. Footsteps could be heard, but I paid them no heed.
The village itself and the surrounding forest- it was hard to believe it. Yet it all backed up their claims.
"Demons…" I muttered, remembering Kagome's words. Inuyasha's words. And… the words of someone else. Someone much older. Someone who was angry and furious. I looked at the two strangers with wide eyes, coming to the conclusion that if this wasn't a dream… then something very wrong was happening here. "Explain…"
My voice cracked. My vision blurred and my breath caught in my throat. Kagome kept a safe distance, not wanting to cause any more panic. Inuyasha stood behind her, eyes narrowed.
"P- Please… what is happening?"
Chapter 2: A Spell That Went Wrong
Chapter Text
Cold. That was the first thing filtering through Maria's brain as she slowly fluttered her eyes open. Cold and not where she remembered her and Irene having been. Sitting up slowly, she rotated her left shoulder to work out a kink from laying across the hard ground. Glancing around, she noticed she was in a large field surrounded by forests. There was a thin dirt path leading away off from the field into the forest. There was the cool breeze rushing past her and the sounds of birds in the air. But the one thing there wasn't is another person.
Irene wasn't here. Where the hell am I? Where's Irene?
She couldn't just sit around and wait there. And judging by how the tall grass was around her, it didn't look as though anyone else had been laying with her, let alone walking through the field.
Which meant Irene hadn't been with her when she was dropped here.
But how did I get here? She wondered as she stood up. She pulled out her phone, cursing as she noticed there was no signal. She shoved the apparently useless piece of technology into her pocket, "No use sitting here. I have to find Irene. Or at least a person." Determined, she took off towards the path. She'd find a town or a gas station or something and call for help. Call Irene.
Then they'd be okay. But now to find help. So, she walked.
...
When Kagome had first arrived here in this place it was because of a centipede-based demon. That demon had broken through the seal on her family's shrine and pulled her through something called the Bone-Eater's well. It was after an object called the Sacred Jewel, or Shikon no Tama, and it had been residing within Kagome's body at the time, for she was apparently the reincarnation of a dead priestess.
Said priestess was also the older sister of the current priestess in this village we were in. Kagome had released Inuyasha from a sealing spell on the sacred tree in the middle of the forest, and as such he had something called the "beads of subjugation" placed around his neck afterwards. Not long after that the Sacred Jewel had been stolen and in an attempt to stop the demon that took it Kagome accidentally shattered the object using one of the demon's own severed limbs.
Demons… Demons are real? All types of demons? Mythological ones? And they were after that Sacred Jewel in hopes it would increase their power or grant their wishes. Kagome and her friends had one specific goal- to make the sacred jewel whole once more and to destroy the most evil demon of all time, Naraku, in the process.
"So…" I began slowly, making sure this was all processing in my head, "Naraku is a jerk you wanna kill, and 'cause demons exist Inuyasha is quite literally half-dog, and you travel through time by going back-and-forth through an ancient magical well?"
Inuyasha was still munching on potato chips. "Somfin' wike dat."
A thought then occurred to me. "Wait, but this is Japan, right? And you live in Japan?" Kagome nodded. "Then if I travelled through the well, I'd just end up in Japan!" I wanted to start crying again. This was ridiculous. "A-And I can't even go back yet, because I still need to find Maria!" Not to mention there's the possibility the Bone-Eater's well won't work on me.
I didn't get here through the well, after all. I came through a freaking stream.
I guess things won't be going… swimmingly… after all.
Heh. Ah, whatever. This is lame. Telling puns won't even cheer me up that much right now. I want my sister.
"Also, where are my inhalers?" It was a random question, but I seriously wanted to know. Talking without pause was taking a lot out of me. Kagome blinked at my question. "My lungs are… kinda killing me."
Standing, Kagome made her way to the back of the room without answering, but quickly returned with my clothes. To my relief both my inhalers and their chamber were on top. I took them from her with gratitude and relief, shaking up my rescue inhaler and inputting it into the chamber.
Inuyasha watched with curiosity as I used the inhalers. "What are those?"
"Medicine." Kagome answered, as I was too busy holding my breath. "It's medicine specifically for her. Without it her lungs could act up and she would have an asthma attack. It can be pretty serious."
Letting out a breath, I held up a finger and stated, "Aw, yeah. Super serious. Even more serious than usual since it's severe asthma! Have a specialist lung doctor and everything. But the air here is great so hopefully I can get by without using my nebulizer." Seeing Inuyasha and Kagome's pointed stares I tilted my head and said, "Breathing machine. It sucks. I hate it."
Now Kagome looked really worried. "This isn't good… if your condition is that bad we have to get you back to our time. Maybe- Maybe I can take your inhalers with me through the well when you start to run low and have my grandpa try and get the doctor to prescribe- ah, but I don't know if that would actually work…"
"It's fine." It really wasn't, but I wasn't about to have her waste any money on me. "As I said, the air is here is great. I just can't exert myself too much."
Kagome still looked like she didn't believe me, but did relax a little. "Alright… though, I do wonder what we should do. Sango and Miroku won't be back from their mission for a while, and we can't have you move around too much. But if your sister is really here... we can't just sit around and do nothing."
Inuyasha sat up, suddenly glaring at us. "Okay, no! We have the jewel shards to think about, Kagome! I saved the girl; she can find her sister herself once she's better! I ain't some charity! Naraku and the jewel shards are our priority. This girl can do her own thing!"
"Inuyasha!"
I flinched at how he raised his voice, frightened at the prospect of being yelled at, but didn't argue. I couldn't. Both because I despised confrontation, but also because he was right. They had their own thing they had to do; they shouldn't drop it all to help me with my own problem. Ready to diffuse any argument about to start, I exclaimed, "D-Don't worry about it! It's fine. You guys can go do your own thing."
I'll most likely never find a way back home, but so long as I can find Maria… I think I'll be okay. She's strong and… we're both really good at art. I'm sure we can make a living somehow. Here's to hoping I don't end up being a total liability, though…
I held back a sigh, struggling to keep the smile on my face.
"I'll just… wander about until I find her. It's all good."
"No." Kagome protested, frowning deeply. She glared at Inuyasha. "We are helping her! We can't just let her go out and get eaten by demons, Inuyasha!"
"She'll be fine!" He bit back. "She slaughtered the one that wanted to kill her. The woman will be fine."
"I slaughtered what?" I interrupted, dumbfounded by his words. Is he saying I actually killed something? I had a hard enough time killing creepy little spiders that try to sneak up on me whenever I go to wash the dishes; how could I have been able to kill a demon? "Uh, s'cuse you, but uh… I didn't kill anything."
"Don't lie!" He snapped. "I saw you kill that demon in the forest with that red light."
"Red light?" Kagome echoed. Something about Inuyasha's words hit me hard and tried to stir up a memory. "What are you talking about?"
A red light. That's right; after I ran away from the people who attacked me, I was attacked by some creature and there was this red light. I don't remember where it came from, but I do recall being blinded by it right before I blacked out. "Red light…?"
"Yeah! This red light came off of her body and tore the demon into pieces." Inuyasha explained. "Go on! Tell Kagome how it happened."
"I…" I can't. I don't know how. "I-I'm not… I'm not… sure."
"What?" Inuyasha raised an eyebrow. "How can you not know? You did it."
"No, I didn't. The light wasn't me; it was- it had to have been something else." I shook my head at his words. There was no way I created the red light. "I-I can't conjure up a light. Demons a-and time travel… might exist," Gods, I can't believe I'm actually saying this, "but I can't do anything weird like that."
Suddenly, the hanging door was pushed aside and someone walked in. An elderly woman with her gray hair pulled back and an eyepatch over one eye stopped just outside the doorway, a basket full of plants and herbs in her arms. "Oh my. She has awoken, has she?" We all turned to look at her.
"Lady Kaede!" Kagome greeted. "You've returned!"
"Indeed I have, Kagome." The elder said, walking over and looking down at us. "I see ye all have gotten acquainted? Might I ask your name, miss?" Her single eye looked at me and I tensed up a little, uncertain. Kagome called her "Kaede", right? Wasn't that the name of the woman she said helped me? The priestess lady?
"Uh… y-yeah. I-I'm Irene. Uh, Thorn. Irene Thorn. Th-Thank you for helping me. Earlier. O-Oh!" I looked at Inuyasha, forgetting if I thanked him yet. "Y-You, too. Thank you, Inuyasha." The name felt so weird on my tongue; I supposed I would get use to it eventually. Inuyasha jolted a little, having not expected me to actually show any gratitude. Eyes wide, he quickly turned his head away.
"Y-Yeah, well, it wasn't like I wanted to save you. I was just feeling generous at the time."
Kagome smiled knowingly. "Mmhm. You just don't want to admit that you're a good person."
"Ah, shut up! Don't go trying to write me up as some do-gooder like you or that fake monk!"
...Who?
Kagome just giggled, her mouth hidden behind her hand. "Right, right. Cold hearted Inuyasha. So mean."
As the two began to bicker, Kaede made her way over and knelt down beside me, offering a lighthearted smile. "Ignore them. Those two love to fight. My name is Kaede, Miss Irene, and it's a pleasure to meet ye." She gave a small bow and then straightened her back. "I trust ye are feeling better?"
"A-A bit, yeah. It's nice to meet you, too." I greeted her awkwardly, only to panic and give a frantic bow in an attempt to be polite. Maybe it came off as rude instead, but Kaede didn't seem to mind. She actually seemed rather amused.
"Raise your head, child. Ye need not force yourself to abide to our customs." Oh. Okay. Um. Right. I did as told and met her gaze. Kaede's expression remained soft as she spoke. "So, from what I understand ye come from the same place as young Kagome, yes?"
"Uh…" I blinked, thinking on it. "Not exactly? I mean, I guess, from a certain point… I'm not from this… place. Kagome and I are from two totally different countries."
"Oh?" She didn't seem that surprised, but was instead more intrigued by that. "So you are not from Tok-y-o?"
"Tokyo?" I shook my head frantically and gave a shaky grin. "I'm from the U.S. I, uh, think it's in the west. Pretty sure. Geography was never my forte. I'm an idiot, so." I shrugged- only to regret it immediately after as a sharp pain exploded in my right shoulder. I inhaled sharply and leaned down slightly, eyes squeezing shut as I tried to fight the pain. Kaede frowned and stood.
"Wait right here; I brought some herbs with me to treat your wound-I must gather a mortar and pestle to grind them. You should lie down and get some rest; I'll wake you when it's done."
I opened my mouth to protest, to claim that I would be fine and that she didn't have to do such a thing for me, but her stare cut me off. It was stern- almost like that of a mother who was tired of arguing with children. With a pout, I shifted my legs and scooted over to where I had woken up and lied down, muttering a "goodnight" to Kagome and Inuyasha, regardless of it not being dark out.
…
Maria walked along the path until the sun changed from its position high in the sky to nearly sunset, no towns, shops, or even a car or bike having passed by. This was proving more and more nerve-wracking the longer she walked. Her legs ached, and her stomach grumbled angrily at not having anything inside of it. At this rate, she'd collapse from exhaustion long before she found a town, let alone her sister.
She was just debating about trying to hunt for something when the sound of laughter caught her attention from the woods. Someone's out there. Quickly, and with caution, she made her way into the woods, coming across a small clearing. Tents and makeshift fire pits strewn about as men walked to-and-fro. But these men weren't exactly what she would call 'normal'. They were clearly oriental, probably Chinese or Japanese given their features, and they all wore their hair tied back in a traditional bun. Adorned in armor and carrying weapons, it was like they were reenacting an ancient bandit raid or something. But…this all seemed a little too real to be just a reenactment.
She stayed close to the tree line, hiding in the shadows cast there as she moved along the outskirts of the camp. It was then that she heard them start speaking, but it wasn't English. It was definitely Japanese, and she could only make out a few words here or there thanks to her many years of watching subbed anime. Small miracles.
It was this that let her know she shouldn't get caught. Words like "fire", "bandits", "demons", and "prize". Putting those together never went well. No matter who you were.
I need to get out of here…but I also need supplies.
She glanced over to a tent a bit closer to the tree line than the others, seemingly unguarded. She made her way over, taking off her red jacket and hiding it under some bushes; leaving her in her pitch-black long-sleeved shirt. Much less likely to be spotted with given the shadows cast from the setting sun. She crept over towards the tent, careful not to make a sound as she hunched beside the beige fabric. She couldn't hear anything coming from the other side and peering underneath the bottom of the fabric she couldn't see any feet either. As quietly and quickly as she could, she slipped under the tent's side; coming into a space filled with maps, knives, food baskets, and a few bolts of colored cloth.
Right. Bandits.
There were thugs everywhere, Irene was missing, and she was in the middle of nowhere surrounded by armed men with no means for help. No pressure.
So grab what's most important and get out. Maria thought as she grabbed the most important thing at this point: a weapon. Her pocket knife would only do her so much good; so she took the black-leather hilted sword from the nearby weapons rack and made do. There was a satchel she filled quickly with food - various fruit and dried meats - and one of the maps she was hoping she could make sense of before moving to vanish under the tarp again and head back to the forest.
Or at least that was the plan before a rough calloused hand caught her by the arm just before she cleared the treeline. She let out a yelp of pain as she was roughly jerked back. The man holding her arm yelling at her too quickly for her to even try and translate. He yelled again, jerking her once more as he tried to get a response from her.
Maria grit her teeth, pulling on her arm, "Let go!" she snapped. Her 'foreign' words startling the man for a moment before he grinned and called something over his shoulder. Maria wasn't about to wait to find out what. With speed, finesse, and from years of practice- she sprung open her pocket knife and sliced straight across the man's wrist. In his shock and pain, he released her; iving her the perfect chance to knee him right in the groin before taking off in a dead run.
She wouldn't be able to come back for her jacket, but that was the least of her worries given the men now chasing her. Good news; she was smaller, faster, and not wearing thirty plus pounds of heavy armor. The bad news, however, was the earth-shaking screech that rang through the woods, causing her to trip and fall to her knees, covering her ears to try to keep her ear drums from rupturing.
Not even a second after the screeching ended, screams sounded through the trees. Human screams. The bandits, she thought. But what could cause them to scream like that?
And that's when it happened. A great big centipede - at least 15 feet long - burst through the foliage and into her section of the forest. Blood, weapons, and limbs hanging from its legs and mandibles.
This...this is insane. This is…
"Yokai!" she heard someone scream. Yokai. Demon. But demons were impossible...right?
It doesn't matter what's possible if it's right in from of me. What matters is finding Irene.
She stood carefully, putting her knife back in her pocket before drawing the sword she had stolen. The gleam caught the demon's attention, its eyes fixing on her.
I won't die here. I refuse.
It reared back, screeching loudly. Planting her feet, she screamed back, "Well, come on then!"
And so it charged. Racing at her with terrifying speed. Maria rolled out of the way at the last second, getting up and brandishing the sword against the demon and watching as it moved. Think, girl. What would help you against a giant bug? It didn't give her time to figure out anything before it charged again, making her dodge and take a rod to the back. Sending her stumbling and faltering with a curse as she looked for what struck her.
A flash of light and her eyes widened; there, sticking out between two plates of the creature's hide was a long spear. If she could get ahold of it she could pry the scale back and hurt it. It was as good an idea as any, and it was currently the only plan that she had.
She sheathed her sword, crouching low as she waited for it to circle back around. It lunged, so she rolled left and sprang up just in time to catch the shaft of the spear. The sudden movement of the steel beneath its scales made it thrash; tossing Maria into the air and onto its back. And that sent it into a frenzy; it thrashed and surged through the forest, destroying trees and underbrush in its wake. Maria could do little more than hold on for dear life. It wasn't until the trees started to thin that panic set in. Not feeling the sting of branches against her face, she opened her eyes to see them heading towards a cliff's edge. There would be no way she would survive that.
Think, kid. Think! Her eyes flashed to the spear, "If it worked for Black Widow." Maria ground out as she took hold of the spear shaft, bracing herself as best she could. Pulling on the shaft - much like a crowbar - it caused the demon to screech in pain; jerking and writhing, moving closer still towards the edge. "Turn dammit. Turn!" Came her shout as she pulled as roughly as she could on the spear, using all the might her tired arms could muster.
It turned, rearing up and letting out a clicking hiss as the scale dislodged; the spear springing free and sending her falling. Now free from it's unwanted rider, the centipede lunged, just barely catching her with a mandible as she tried to dodge. But in it's rage the demon didn't look to see where it was charging, in the end that's what led it to fall over the ledge and down to the chasm below. Down to its death. In it's fall, one spindly leg caught Maria's leg, sending her over the ledge with a howl of pain. She was just barely able to catch a hand on the lip of the cliff edge.
Hanging over the edge of the ravine, Maria cast a wary glance down, seeing the demon as it collided with the ground below, purple blood splattering along the earth. She closed her eyes tightly, vision swimming as both her adrenaline faded and her fear of heights kicked in. She cursed, forcing her eyes open and looking up to the sky. She tried to reach up with her left hand, not quite able to reach it. There were no good foot holds from her current position either; her only choice was to try to swing up and grab on.
"Not very good odds here…" She muttered. Starting to swing her legs, Maria had just gotten a good enough swing that her fingers just scratched the edge. But the shifting weight made the earth beneath her hands break.
The only thing that went through her mind a she fell was a simple apology.
Irene… I'm so sorry.
Much sooner than she would have thought, her back hit solid ground and her world turned black.
…
Kaede woke me up later, Inuyasha and Kagome nowhere to be seen, and had forced me to remove the robe so she could unwrap the bandages that were around my chest and shoulder. I had been rather surprised as I hadn't even realized they, nor the band-aids that decorated my legs, were there. I had been quite uncomfortable through the whole process, disliking having to show my body to someone else- even if it was for a medical reason- and had to force myself to stay still as she rubbed the ointment into the wound.
Apparently after Inuyasha had found me I had been asleep for a whole day before I woke up and met Kagome. What I saw had been brief flashes until I snapped myself out and started beating on my chest. I actually had quite a few nasty bruises due to that, but I tried not to let it bother me. A little pain meant nothing if I could live.
As she was bandaging my wound Kaede tried to strike up conversation. In the end, as she was tying it off and I was able to pull my robe back up over my arms, it led to me explaining how I ended up here and how I got my injuries.
Kaede hummed to herself, thinking deeply. I tied the front of the robe, trying not to feel to weird about everything. I looked at the old woman when she spoke up. "Perhaps the well will not work on ye and this… Maria? Regardless, once ye have recovered, ye should check the area ye arrived at for clues. Chance may lay there for a way to return home? A clue, I dare say."
I bit my lip at that, thinking on her words. "I can't… leave without Maria, though. What if I leave and I can't find a way back? She'll be stuck here. I'd rather risk not going home and finding Maria than being able to go home, but not be able to return and get my sister. She's… She's everything."
She went through too much in life to be left alone by herself, too. It would break her. I want her happy. Maria- after everything she's been through- deserved the world.
I looked at Kaede, determined despite the fear coursing through me. "I need to find Maria. I'm not going home without her."
"And if she chooses not to leave?" Kaede asked- not as a challenge, but more of a genuine inquiry. "What shall ye do then?"
I faltered. If Maria wanted to stay here… and abandon Clair and Darian back at home, along with everyone left behind… gods. That was a thought.
"I… I'll stay." I decided. Maria would have no one if I left. If she wanted to stay here, despite everything, I would remain with her. She needed the company. She needed family. A family that loved her. That would support her. And I do my best to be that family. "I'll stay with her. This- This all depends on Maria. I'm not going home without her and I'm not staying without her."
Kaede stared at me for a long moment, then let out a soft sigh as she began to put the rest of the medicine away. "Do as ye wish. Just be wary of the consequences. 'Tis a dangerous world, this one is, and ye siblings are far from home. Be careful, child, as more than one may be after ye for such a pretty foreign face like yours."
I snorted at that, before hesitating. If this really was the feudal era, that meant… women were treated like objects. Prizes to be won. We barely had any rights at all. And if bandits showed up… oh gods… Foreigners were treated even worse, weren't they?
The back of my left hand pressed against my mouth, a sickly feeling twisting in my stomach. I wanted to throw up. L-Let's not… think about this topic anymore. I-I'll be fine. I can wear a disguise or something. Maria is smart. And strong. She'll be safe. Calm down. Don't panic. Tears tried to sting my eyes, but I quickly blinked them away.
"I-I'll be okay. Thank you, though."
"So long as ye understand the dangers." Kaede responded, grabbing the basket of herbs, standing, and walking away. "I'll have your clothes stitched by next dawn, but it might be best if ye remain in that robe until your wound has fully healed."
Fair point. Thanking Kaede once more, I leaned back down on the hardwood floor. I thought about my predicament, about Maria, and how exactly I was going to survive in this world. With a heavy sigh, I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep. Unfortunately, all I could dream of was terrible beasts with glowing yellow eyes and angry villagers with pitchforks.
When I awoke again, I was greeted by the face of a small child. A small child with vibrant green eyes and red hair. I let out a startled shout and rolled onto my left side, struggling into a sitting position. The child that had been staring at me shrieked in response to my yell, jumping back a few feet.
"G-GAH! Wh-Why did you scream like that!?" The child cried out, frightened. I gaped, attention caught by the giant fluff of a tail poking out of his rear end. "That scared me!"
"S-Sorry." I breathed, wondering if my eyes were deceiving me. The child narrowed his eyes and hesitantly stepped closer. His feet- I noticed- were quite abnormal. They looked more like… paws rather than toes. He couldn't be older than five, yet was so small. "Wh-Who are you?"
"Me?" The child blinked, relaxing slightly. His ears were on the sides of his head like a normal person, but were pointed. His eyes… had the same slit pupil as Inuyasha. The child stopped a few inches away from me and grinned, puffing out his chest as if to act high and proud. "I'm Shippō!"
He bounced towards me, peculiar green eyes sparkling with a childlike curiosity.
"I'm a fox demon!" He explained, stopping beside me. "I won't eat you, so don't worry. What's your name?"
This boy was a demon? He certainly looked the part, but not as grotesque as I was imagining. It made me wonder if demons could come in all types of appearances. Looking at this child, if I had to have made a guess, I would have assumed he was some sort of elvish creature with a tail.
Yet he claimed he was a fox demon…
Did that mean he could shapeshift? I know in some mythologies fox demons could change their own appearance to whatever they wished. Often to lure in their victims, I believe, but that might just be Dungeons and Dragons talking. I think I read a brief thing about fox demons possessing women, but that was so long ago I don't remember the details.
"Uh…" Snapping out of my thoughts I tried to answer, but my voice found itself stuck in the back of my throat. Didn't he say that he wouldn't eat me? If that's the case are there fox demons that would eat people? How does this work? "I… uh, I'm Irene."
"Irene?" The boy echoed, green eyes wide. "That's a strange name! You really are a foreigner, then?"
I mean, I had absolutely no eastern blood in me… though I did know plenty of people from the Philippines. "Yeah… I live pretty much on the other side of the ocean from Kagome."
"Wow!" Shippō exclaimed, amazed. "I've walked all over the lands, but I never met someone who lived across the ocean! Is it different from where Kagome is? What about the food?"
"Uh… yeah." I nodded awkwardly, wondering how the conversation got here. "Most of the food is… not that healthy where I'm from, but I really like it."
It didn't help much that I was an extremely picky eater. I doubted I was going to last very long here in this… time period. Maria would be able to stomach more than I would, but she'd still have trouble. This isn't going to be a very fun time- medical problems aside.
"I really like chicken, though." I nodded my head, already imagining and missing the food my grandmother or mother would cook. Alongside that, I began to miss them. My stomach growled hungrily at the thought of food, but I ignored it. "Chicken is good."
Shippō grinned at me, finding my expression amusing. "I think Kagome still has some ninja food left over in her bag. Do you want me to get you something? You haven't ate yet, have you?"
The last time I ate was at the restaurant with my sisters. I hadn't had anything since I've arrived here. Still, I felt bad about wasting all their resources. "I-I'll be fine. Thank you, though."
He didn't look like he believed me, but he didn't push me to eat. Shippō just stood up, saying, "Okay. Well, don't hesitate to ask for anything! Grandma Kaede and I are supposed to be your guardians until you recover! We'll keep you safe!" He beamed, the smallest pair of fangs sticking out from his mouth. As he dashed off, he waved at me. "I'll see you later!"
Not knowing what else to do, I gave a small wave with my left hand in response. "L-Later…"
Once he was gone I was left to sit in silence. There was the bustling noises of people outside, but inside there was only the sound of my own heartbeat- racing painfully within my chest in an attempt to keep the oxygen pumping. Slowly standing, I carefully limped over to a window and pushed aside the hanging reeds that made a curtain for the window.
Peering outside, I took in the sights once more. It looked the same as earlier, with adults and teens working and the young children playing. I saw no horse wagons in sight this time, but I did see people bartering with what could only be described as a travelling merchant. The air was fresh and cool, even with the bright sun high in the sky.
"Am I… seriously back in time?" I spoke quietly to myself, not wanting to draw anymore attention to myself than necessary. In the distance I could see Shippō talking to a villager, who was handing him something that looked like charcoal. "Demons… huh?"
The creature that had attacked me was a demon, Inuyasha had said. Yet he was half-demon himself… and he rescued me. Shippō said he was a fox demon, but claimed he wasn't going to eat me. Did that mean demons actually were the same as people? Neither strictly good nor bad, but simply people with different views?
"Well," I huffed, pulling away from the window and lowering my head, "that's a thought."
I always hated the idea that demons or monsters were just creatures to be slain in stories, yet to be told that they actually existed really messed with me. That demon in the forest really would have eaten me… if it weren't for that red light. Where it came from I wasn't sure, but there was no possible way it came from me. Inuyasha was wrong on that.
Sitting down, I leaned against the wall and sat with my legs to the side. I stared at the bandage around my left leg, gingerly running my fingers along the red stains. "Maybe Maria was found by a nice demon…?" I hoped that was the case. "If villagers attacked her she might have fought back… but if a nice demon found her she'd just be irritable!"
Yeah. That was the best case scenario. A nice demon. She might sass them for a while, maybe even add a little threat here and there in case they tried anything, but it was better than a villager attacking her thinking she was a demon! If a nice demon found her they probably would have saved her because they thought she was a demon.
I nodded to myself, worrying my bottom lip as I tried to convince myself everything was alright. "If I just think that… it'll be fine."
It won't be, but I needed to be optimistic. If I keep thinking about all the worst-case scenarios my anxiety will worsen and I'll start crying again. I can't panic with my breathing issues. I just… hope she really is okay.
"I wonder if anyone knows we're gone…?"
The thought caused a numbness for form inside my chest, an emptiness filling my heart. If anyone had noticed there would be no way to get to us. Maria and I are stuck here until we locate each other and discover how to return home. And that's if she wants to return home. She does have a boyfriend, after all.
Exhausted, I fell down onto my right side and closed my eyes, stomach hurting for food. "I don't know what to do…"
…
Pain.
Pain and the overwhelming knowledge that Maria was somehow, in fact, alive despite all that had just happened to her. Regardless, she repressed the intense urge to just stay as still as she was and forced her eyes to open. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust, but when they did she found herself looking up at the sky- seeing how high and bright the sun was now shining. She'd been unconscious during the entire night.
I've lost… a whole day…
The young woman craned her neck with a hiss, noticing that she was laying on a piece of rock jutting out from the cliff face, a few yards down from the edge of where she had fallen. "Not dead…" She rasped, coughing a little as she moved to sit up. Several bones popped and cracked, and she let out another pained noise as she collapsed onto her back. "Not dead… but shit that hurts."
Shifting to balance on her elbows, Maria looked down at the source of her most immediate pain. A broken piece of the centipede demon's leg was was protruding out of her left calf, just above her boot. Given the amount of crusted blood the wound must have already clotted around the demon limb. Pulling it out would reopen the wound, but leaving it in would cause infection; not to mention that it wouldn't heal properly. And Maria wouldn't be able to climb with it sticking out the way it was.
She'd have to remove it and find something to bandage her leg with.
It was then Maria took stock of her supplies. She still had her knife, and the satchel of food she stolen had been ripped open- most of it gone over the edge from the fight- but she did still have a few pieces of dried meat left that she could partake in quickly. The satchel cloth itself could be used to bandage her leg, and Maria somehow didn't lose her sword. Small miracles.
Now for the painful part, Maria thought as she tried not to flinch. After several long minutes of tearing fabric and silent screaming, the crafty woman had managed to remove the demon limb, bandaged her leg, and fashioned a crude holster for the sword do that it wouldn't slam against her leg and/or hip whilst she climbed. Her remaining problem was the climb itself. Supporting her weight on her bad leg would already be difficult, but hand holds were few and far between. She could use her knife to stab into the rock to climb, but it would either dull quickly or break. Probably both. And then what?
It was the only idea she had, but then again… "I don't have to use my knife."
Maria picked up the discarded demon limb, testing it against the rock and allowing herself a satisfied smile when it didn't dull or break. It was long and thick enough to make toe holds in the rock, too.
But if it gets stuck I'm screwed.
Maria shook her head, dismissing that thought.
I've got one option; I'm not dying in some hole.
With a fire in her eyes and a resolve like steel, the woman began to climb. Hand over foot, push and pull, she made the slow and agonizing ascent up the cliff side. Slipping on more than one occasion as a hand or foothold broke and sent her scrambling down the cliff until she was able to catch herself with the demon limb, jamming it into the earth. It was such a slow and painful cimb that by the time Maria finally made it to the top, safe on solid ground once again, the sun was already setting.
"Two days," Maria growled, irritable as she watched the giant ball of light and gas in the sky sink down, "I've lost two days because of this. And I'm still no closer to finding Irene. What the hell. Fuck this." She looked around, trying to decide what to do. It would be dark soon and she couldn't very well go running around in the dark. Wounded, tired, and with no food? Maria would be dead in a matter of days, if not hours.
She needed shelter and water. If Maria was to find Irene she had to make sure she stayed alive first. The woman needed to live.
To live… and find her.
Just you wait, Irene. I'm coming for you; I promise.
…
Sitting around the hut doing nothing was quite boring. If Shippō hadn't run back into the hut every now and then to chat or ask if I needed anything, I probably would have slept all day. Again. Like I have been.
Inuyasha and Kagome were nowhere to be found; according to Kaede, Kagome had went home to restock supplies and study for a test. By the time night began to fall, Kaede coerced me into eating some stew she made. It wasn't as bad as I had been expecting it to taste, but it definitely wasn't the greatest thing either. Still, I thanked her and ate it. Three more days passed without anything of real interest happening, save for Inuyasha returning in an even worse mood than usual. Shippō claimed it was because Kagome wasn't back yet, but I was beginning to suspect it was simply because he was an angry person.
Anytime Kaede asked him to help me with something Inuyasha would only bark insults and complain. Eventually it came to the point where he started to rant in annoyance to me about how I needed to stop moving and rest so he wouldn't have to be my "nanny". I was told Inuyasha didn't actually mean any of the harsh things he was saying, but it did little to comfort me. I never took being yelled at very well.
I despised arguments and fighting.
…
The first few days were the toughest. Maria had managed to find a small river, sticking close to its edge and either hunting or foraging for food. She finally scrapped together the basics for a snare, thank the gods for all those fantasy/adventure books she's read, and caught a few rabbits. She completely ruined the first one, having never actually skinned or field-dressed an animal before, but the second was mostly salvageable. Byt the time she had to find a third she mostly got the hang of it.
All things considered Maria had done well avoiding bandits or demons, and surviving on her own in the wild, but soon the river thinned and she was left travelling hills and valleys; following the rough worn roads and paths.
...
"Sorry…" I apologized to Inuyasha on the fifth day, having heard him complain once more. Kaede made him carry me on his back to the nearest lake as my leg still hadn't healed yet. There was this nasty burn- but until it healed we'd not learn what kind it was. I couldn't even remember how I got that burn, but I knew it was there from the moment I awoke in the forest.
"The hell are you apologizin' for!?" He demanded, glaring at me from the corner of his eye. I flinched at his tone and turned my head away, trying to avoid both his stare and the white hair that kept trying to hit me in the face. "Idiot. I'm only doing this because that old hag asked me to!"
Yeah. I know. Kaede had put my arm in a sling, so I really did have to do everything left handed until my shoulder healed.
"Listen here," Inuyasha began, slowing down once the lake began to come into sight, "Once your wound is healed you're on your own. The second Sango, Miroku, and Kagome return I'm outta here. You and your sister ain't my problem."
"...I know." My voice was quiet, yet mixed with uncertainty and guilt. "I'm sorry."
The teenager came to an abrupt stop, feet skidding on the dirt ground, and he turned his head as best as he could to stare at me. His facial features hardened into a look of intensity, amber eyes both cold and confused. "Will you stop that!? It's seriously getting annoying!"
I tensed, mildly panicked, and leaned further away from him. I was barely holding onto his shoulders at this point. "S-Sorry!"
"Quit apologizing, damn it! I'll drop you!"
"S-Sor-!" I barely caught myself in time. I held my tongue and looked away, unable to hold his gaze. Inuyasha, despite being younger than me, was intimidating. He was also the exact kind of person I preferred to avoid. Always yelling, always angry, always aggressive. Shippō and Kaede both claimed that Inuyasha wasn't as mean as he tried to come off as, and even Kagome once made a comment about him not really being cold-hearted. Yet, still… he scared me.
Inuyasha let out an irritable huff and began to stomp towards the lake, scowling. "Whatever. Just hurry up and get clean. Kaede said she left some clothes for you to change into by some boulders. Look- I think it's over there." Indeed, on some boulders near the lakeside was an old kimono. "I'll be keeping guard, so shout once you're done. Okay?"
He'll be nearby? Um…
Suddenly, I don't feel so comfortable bathing in the lake. "I-I'll be fine," I stammered as he set me down onto my feet. He turned around to face me, taller by about four inches. I continued, trying to ignore his annoyed stare, "You can go back to the village."
"And what'll you do if bandits or some small fry demon show up, huh?" He countered, crossing his arms. Inuyasha's dog ears twitched impatiently. "You said you don't know how to use that light trick; and in your current state you're easy prey. Besides, how will you get back to the village? You can't walk with that leg."
"I can walk!" I protested, looking up at him. "I just can't move that fast! I-I'll be fine."
The idea of bandits or man-eating demons showing up scared me… but I was really uncomfortable with the thought of bathing while Inuyasha was nearby. The boy scoffed at my words and said, "You really are an idiot. Well, whatever. Do what you want; don't blame me if you get yourself killed, though."
With that he took off, running back the way we came and vanishing into the trees. Shaking a little from the encounter, I placed a hand over my chest and let out a breath of air. I hated speaking up. Social anxiety was a nightmare.
Slowly limping over to the boulders where the kimono was, I reached up to undo the sash keeping the robe wrapped around me only to falter. I cast a nervous glance around me, eyeing the forest nervously. What if there was bandits nearby? O-Or demons? I don't want to be seen or eaten alive.
Leaning against the boulder, I made the decision to undo the bandage on my leg. The white cloth came off and fell onto the ground, revealing a nasty-looking burn. Second-degree, I believe, with an even deeper burn in the shape of a strange symbol. "That's…" I blinked. Then, using my left hand, I jumped up onto the boulder and sat down next to the kimono, pulling on my right leg in an attempt to get a better look at the scar. "That's the same symbol."
When Maria and I had been walking along the park near the river stream, there was this rock that had a strange drawing on it. It was a circle with that of a star in the middle. My burn… resembled it slightly.
I didn't want to sound insane, but if demons and time travel was real… then perhaps… magic, too? Maybe it was this symbol that led to Maria and I coming here, that was the reason I could speak and understand the language everyone here spoke. I couldn't read or write in their language, but I most definitely was speaking it.
Maybe it was a spell? If so, how long would it last? Until we returned home?
But if that was the case… who cast the spell? A demon? Or was it a human?
I shook my head to try and dismiss the thoughts. I would think more on it when I would actually be able to search for my sister. As of right now, I need to focus on recovery. Stepping closer to the lake, I raised the robe up so not to have it get wet. I stopped in the water at my knees, hissing as the cold water touched my burn.
Quickly undoing the sash, I tossed it on the ground and sunk a bit deeper, carefully pulling off my sash and the robe. I left the bandage on my shoulder, not wanting to risk aggravating it. The water was as cold as ice, nothing what a normal bath should feel like, but there wasn't anything I could do except take what was given to me.
Kaede left some soap for me to use, along with some oils for my hair.
The bath didn't last longer than ten minutes. I didn't want to spend too much time out in the open, so once I was done I quickly put on my discarded robe and made my way over to the kimono Kaede kindly left behind for me to wear. It was one she had once worn in her youth, so the color was a little faded.
Pale green with daisies as a design, I quickly tugged it on. I shivered a little from the air, sneezing, and had been in the process of tenderly drying my legs when I heard voices.
"Are you sure about that, Kaede?" It was Shippō. "She can't use her arm yet!"
"Perhaps not now, but in a few days' time. She's making a fast recovery, and Kagome will be with you if the woman needs any medical treatment."
"True… but still. Sango and Miroku haven't even returned yet! Shouldn't we wait for them?"
I could hear Kaede give a small laugh. I sat up straight, watching as they walked into view. "I wouldn't worry about them, Shippō. Sango and Miroku are more than capable of handling themselves. This matter is a far too urgent one to ignore, however, and as such needs to be taken seriously."
Shippō, who had been perched on Kaede's shoulder, blinked and turned to look at me when he realized they were in range. His eyes lit up. "Irene~!" The child greeted, waving at me. A weak smile formed on my face and I returned the gesture, waving my left hand tiredly. "How are you feeling!?"
"Cold." I responded bluntly, grinning a little when I saw the startled expression on his face. Kaede chuckled, knowing full well I was talking about the chills left from the lake. "I'm okay, Shippō. Really. I'm just… tired, I guess."
He frowned worriedly. "But all you've been doing is sleep…"
I gave a nervous laugh at that, bringing my left hand up to rub against my neck. "True facts. I just- I'm always tired, so. You know. I like sleep."
Despite my words, Shippō still looked concerned. Kaede, sensing the uncomfortable atmosphere, spoke up. "Do ye require help? I've brought some medicine for your burn." The old priestess held up a basket, showing herbs and some modern-day ointments. "Kagome had returned whilst you were in the water."
"Kagome's back?" Well, that was faster than what I had been expecting. I thought she would be gone for a solid week or something. I slid my leg down from the rock carefully, allowing the burn to fall into Kaede's view. I thought about asking about the strange mark, to tell her how it resembled the rock Maria and I touched before arriving here, but I thought better of it. "Does that mean she and Inuyasha will be leaving to find the jewel shards?"
"Perhaps," she mused, grinding the herbs together, "but 'tis not too likely. Kagome will likely wish to stay and watch your recovery."
I'd feel better if she didn't. Without realizing, driven merely by habit, I began to run my fingers through Shippō's hair. The child was perched in my lap and had stiffened briefly when he felt my hand on the top of his head, before relaxing and leaning into the touch. I always liked to play with Maria's hair back home; her hair was rather thin and hardly anyone ever messed with it- to her displeasure- so she really liked when I ran my fingers through her hair.
I thought about how to accurately voice my thoughts. "Don't… Don't they have to collect the shards, though? To stop this evil dude from corrupting the Sacred Jewel?"
"Yes, but your situation is just as serious." Kaede looked up at me from her spot on the ground. She placed some of the ointment on her fingers, ready to place it on my burn. "Very much like how Kagome first appeared and brought with her the sacred jewel, this may be of similar importance."
"I get it!" Shippō exclaimed, eyes wide. "Kagome was able to come here because she was Kikyo's reincarnation and had the Sacred Jewel inside her body, but Irene and her older sister were brought here for some unknown reason! If we can find out why they were summoned to this time, then we can figure out how to get them home!"
"That is correct." Kaede praised, and had just started to rub the ointment on my leg when she caught sight of strange pentagram on my leg. "This is… This is not possible."
Shippō blinked and leaned forwards, trying to get a better look at Kaede. "What's not possible?"
"The burn…" Kaede murmured, staring at it with a grim look in her eye. "It's changed. Before it was as if boiling water had been poured on young Irene's flesh, but now…"
"Now it looks like a star?" I finished, worrying my bottom lip. Shippo looked up at me, then hopped off my lap to get a glimpse at the burn. He gasped and took a step back. "I noticed it when I went to get in the lake earlier; it… it looks a lot like the marking on the stone I touched before I ended up in the forest."
"A summoning spell." Kaede stated, frowning deeply. Her brows creased as she went deep into thought, running the ointment cautiously against the scarring. "Yet it was scorched into your flesh…"
The dread that was forming in the pit of my stomach twisted uncomfortably, leaving me feeling sick. "Is… Is that bad?"
"It was a rebound." Kaede confirmed, setting the herbs down and pulling out fresh bandages. "Ye were not the one that was meant to touch the stone, but it was ye who activated the spell- yes?"
I couldn't remember. All I could recall was the fact that both of us touched the stone. "I… I guess so? I'm not… sure. Would it have activated if it was only Maria who touched it?"
"I can not know for certain." She said remorsefully, wrapping the cloth bandage around my leg. "But I do know this- whoever it was that brought ye here… be it a demon or a human… did not intend for two to enter this time. Yet only another- one with a power close to their own- could have activated the spell."
What was Kaede saying? She can't honestly believe that I…
I can't have. I can't have any magic power. This is ridiculous. Why am I allowing myself to listen to her?
Shippō spoke nervously, the small child looking back-and-forth between me and the old priestess. "Does this mean that the person who brought them here was only after Irene's older sister?"
"As of what I've seen," Kaede said, letting out a small groan as she stood up straight, her back letting out painful cracking noises, "yes. That is the case. But until we find this Maria we will never know for certain."
I remained silent. I could feel their stares on me, Shippō packing everything up while Kaede helped me make a sling for my arm, but I didn't pay them much attention. I was too busy trying to remember what exactly happened before I wound up in the forest. I know for certain that I touched the stone, but Maria… had her fingers even grazed it before we fell?
I guess I would just have to ask her about it when I find her.
"Irene?" Kaede called out to me, her and Shippō's expression full of concern. "Do ye wish to come with us? It'll be quite a walk; though… I was certain I had asked young Inuyasha to act as a guard for ye. Perhaps Kagome can-"
There was a flash of red and next thing I knew Inuyasha's back was to me, the teenager yelling at the priestess to keep quiet. "I've been keeping guard, you old hag! I didn't bother coming out of hiding because it was just you and Shippō!"
"Oh, good." Kaede retorted bluntly, unimpressed by his behavior. "Then you can carry the young woman on your back."
Inuyasha let out a low growling sound, lips curled back and fangs bared. "Why you… fine! But only because you proved to the dumb broad that I was right!"
"Right?" Kaede inquired, staring at him in confusion. I made a strange face, awkwardly sliding off the rock and trying not to wince when I landed too hard on my right foot. I picked up the robe and sash on the ground and folded them as quickly as I could. "What pray tell were ye right about?"
"Her powers!" Inuyasha barked, a fist held up in the air. "I told you guys I saw her using this mysterious red light to kill that demon! Your conversation proved it!"
Hold on. Inuyasha has been here this whole time. He even heard our conversation.
That means… when I went to bathe in the lake… he was still here!?
The pit of dread in my stomach tossed and churned, and I held the folded robe close to my chest in response to the feeling of exposure. Nothing was actually exposed in this moment, but my privacy definitely felt violated. Inuyasha was supposed to head back to the village- not remain nearby to play bodyguard. I even saw him leave.
Why did he come back?
"Irene?" The childish voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked down, surprised to see Shippō tugging at the hem of the faded green kimono I was wearing. "Are you alright? You look upset…"
Inuyasha and Kaede stopped bickering at the fox demon's words and turned to face me. "What is it now?" Inuyasha scowled. "How much longer are you going to mope about? Being depressed isn't going to solve anything! Buck up already."
His words did little besides aggravate me. He sounded like my father- who thought emotions were weakness. That showing too much would allow others to take advantage of you; to use you and then dispose of you. He hated the fact that I was so emotional. I wasn't like my siblings, who had been through so much hardship that they learned how to easily bottle up their emotions until an inevitable explosion occurred.
I did not have their temper.
I wasn't strong.
But being told not to be upset… was something I would not allow.
With a rush of anger, I raised my gaze and stared at Inuyasha with a dark look in my eyes. The teenager paused, ears twitching as his amber eyes widened. The arms he had crossed over his chest stiffened, the male staring at me with a new sense of nervousness and caution. I did not scream at him, I did not shout.
I simply glared at him with cold eyes. "Buck up"?" I repeated, voice low. Shippō jolted with fright and jumped back, dashing over to hide in Kaede's arms as Inuyasha took a step back. The white-haired teen was beginning to actually look frightened. "My sister is missing, my home is gone, I was nearly killed by both humans and demons, and I'm literally standing in the medieval age where the medicine needed for my very survival has not yet been invented. Don't tell me to "buck up", boy, because I am not in the mood. Being upset may not solve anything, but I have a right to be upset right now. So shut it."
With that I began walking, completely bypassing him, Kaede, and Shippō as I made my way back to the village with an aura of fury surrounding me.
Chapter 3: Mister Myoga and Wolf Demon Koga
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The fifth day came and Maria was just starting to make a fire in order to cook her latest catch when a low growl rumbled off to the side. Tensing, but not moving, Maria glanced over to see three wolves. All had their teeth bared, dark eyes gleaming with hunger and suspicion. She heard her heartbeat pick up more than actually feeling it, her blood pulsing loudly in her ears.
Don't panic, she thought to herself, leveling her breathing, No. Sudden. Moves.
Maria slowly raised her hands in a non-threatening manner, eyes flickering about to take in all available options. The wolves took a step forward and her breath halted in her chest, straining against her lungs. Scenarios ran through her head before she settled on her safest option- carefully grasping onto the stick where her dinner was currently skewered, Maria froze only for a moment as the wolves' growls grew louder.
As cautiously as she could the young woman tossed the rabbits towards the wolves, waiting to see how they'd react. Sweat trickled down her temple as they stared her down, golden eyes gleaming fiercely before two of the three pounced onto the meat. Their flesh tore through the meat easily, and Maria tried not to think about how they could eat her very shortly if things didn't go as planned. The third wolf continued to stare Maria down, as if seeing through her, as the others ate. It took a slow step forward, almost as if testing her.
Maria stood frozen, refusing to move and antagonize the wolves. Her hands remained still in the air, gaze steadily meeting the beast's.
Whatever it had been searching for in her the wolf looked to have found it, as it let out a light yawn and turned to its brothers, acting as thought it was about to leave, before a low whistle sounded. The sound gained their attention, light-hearted yelps ringing through the air. Two men clad in armor and fur pelts suddenly ran into the small clearing, and Maria turned to look at them in alarm. The men's' grins slowly dissolved at the sight of her. She watched at the wolves moved towards them, circling their legs affectionately.
Their owners. Great. Just… great. Maria looked them over, muscles still tense. It was that moment that she noticed some very interesting details; such things being their lack of shoes, and the fact that they had claws, fangs, and pointed ears. They looked convincingly human, but Maria knew at once what they were. Demons. They were humanoid demons. But with the fur and how the wolves were acting… was it possible they were wolf demons? Is that even a thing?
One of them, sporting a metal chestplate and mohawk, stepped forward. Maria crouched down lower and slid a foot back out of reflex. A defensive stance, but not one set to run. She couldn't after all- the wolves would catch her in seconds, regardless of whether her leg was injured or not. Either she would need to find a way to get them to leave, or she would have to fight.
And her heart told her she wouldn't win that battle.
...
Thinking on it, I probably shouldn't have gotten so mad at Inuyasha. But he can't just expect me to not care about anything that's happened. It was a lot to take in and a lot to try and cope with all at once. I'm not sure how Kagome did it, but I'm certain it's only because she has a way to return home whenever she wished.
Lungs heavy and heart buried deep in my stomach, I started to make my way over to the hut that looked like Kaede's. I pushed aside the hanging door, glancing inside and making sure that it was actually hers. It was difficult telling, so I decided to walk around to the back of the hut instead and hide in the shade, curling into a ball with my knees up to my chest.
I want to go home. I hate this. All of this is so stupid.
Perhaps a year ago I might have found the idea of time travel amazing, but that didn't mean I actually wanted to do it. I didn't have the right mentality or physical stature to be thrust into a place like this. And… the hilarious thing is… Kaede said I wasn't meant to be here. I wasn't the one the person who cast the spell required.
They tried to get rid of me- which would explain the reason Maria and I were pulled away from each other. They scorched my leg and removed her from my grasp, attempting to expel me from the summon.
"Whoever it was that brought ye here… be it a demon or a human… did not intend for two to enter this time. Yet only another- one with a power close to their own- could have activated the spell."
I raised the palm of my left hand, staring at it as if it were not my own. Was it all my fault Maria and I were here? I don't believe at all that I could have any sort of special power, but… what else am I supposed to do? Maria was clearly the one the summoner wanted. I was just a mistake. An accident.
Yet here I was.
Maybe the reason I can speak the language, I thought as my eyes trailed down to my lower leg, is because of the rebound? Maybe it's a weird connection to the summoner; the reason why I can speak and understand the language is because the Summoner does? But if that's the case- what about Maria?
I know she taught herself some of the language out of pure self-interest, but she'd never had to actually speak to anyone with that dialect. Not that I know of, at least. Her anxiety was a hundred times worse than mine. Would she really be alright?
I looked up at the sky, nearly blinded by the clear blue. Even if we were separated… we're still looking at the same sky, aren't we? It will be difficult, but I know we'll run into each other. I'm certain of it. I just have to be strong.
Though that's much easier said than done…
The only consolation was that she can't be too far from here.
"Irene~!" A voice called out, shouting my name. I jumped at the sound, heart feeling as though it was about to leap out of my chest from fright. Skittish by nature I timidly turned and shifted, peering over the corner to see Shippōrunning around the village. "Irene, where are you!?"
"Just leave her!" I could hear another voice bark. Inuyasha. He sounded irritable. "Let her mope! It's all she wants to do, anyway!"
Shippō stopped running to whirl around and glare up at Inuyasha, green eyes furious. "If it weren't for your insensitive comment earlier she wouldn't be so mad right now! This is all your fault, stupid Inuyasha!"
"Why you- what did you just call me!?"
"Stupid! You're a stupid, mean, jerk that never takes into consideration other people's feelings!" Shippō jumped up and hit Inuyasha across the face with his foot, but before he could fall back down to the ground and escape Inuyasha reached a hand out and caught the child by his tail. "P-Put me down! Let go of me, stupid!"
"STOP CALLING ME STUPID! And you know what- maybe I am insensitive, but at least I don't go bawling my eyes out every chance I get! She's not gonna get anywhere if she keeps behaving like this!" Inuyasha dropped Shippō, the fox demon letting out a yelp and scrambling onto his feet once on the ground. "This is ridiculous!"
I pulled away from the corner and stood, making my way diagonally through the grass in the direction of the forest. There wouldn't be any point in hiding behind the hut if I was found out, and I had been told that the majority of the evil demons outside the village had been killed already. It would be fine. I would just be heading to the eastern outskirts, anyway.
Inuyasha and Shippō were both still arguing with each other as I fled the scene, neither of them noticing that I was there. For a pair of people with demonic heritage that are supposed to have heightened senses, they sure got distracted easily. I pushed through the tall glass, picking away some stray leaves that stuck themselves to my sling, and only faltered once I approached the edge of the village where the forest began.
I had thought it would be fine, but at the same time… all the worst case scenarios were playing through my head. I should start searching for Maria; even if I was mad at Inuyasha for telling me not to be upset, he wasn't wrong about how my emotions weren't going to solve anything. I wouldn't go too terribly fair. I'm in no condition to try and defend myself, after all. With any luck the farthest I'll go is the Bone-Eater's Well.
If I even end up going in the right direction. Hopefully I'll bump into Kagome along the way- she seems nice. I won't ask her to travel with me, but I would certainly feel a lot more comfortable with someone who seemed to know what they were doing in this era.
A heavy sigh escaped me as I walked into the forest. It was a slow endeavor, but a worthwhile one. It gave me time to reflect and think back on things, including my argument with Inuyasha. A part of me felt like I was too harsh on him, but another part of me felt like my anger was justified. After all that I've been through this week I think I deserved a little time to be emotional. I shook my head, pushing that memory away for now. The thing I should be worrying over was how I was going to survive in this era with my lungs in such poor condition, and how I was going to find Maria.
Then, after I do find her, how were we going to get home?
Feeling an itch on my neck I reached up and scratched, not really paying much attention to it as I neared a grove of trees. It was only when the itch began to grow more intense that I stopped walking and furiously ran my nails over my neck, pausing only when I felt something… weird. A bug!? I pulled it off my neck with a cringe, staring at the thing cautiously.
"Ah, my apologies miss," The bug began to speak, startling me into silence, "but your blood smelled mighty tasty. Hehe. Is your blood type A positive by chance?"
What.
The.
Fricking.
Heck.
Officially traumatized by this weird talking bug with four arms and a mustache I dropped it on the ground, backing up slowly.
"H-Hey now!" It exclaimed, jumping in the air several times to talk to me. "That was uncalled for! Oh my- now this is interesting. You're not from here, are you? No wonder your blood was such a delicacy! You're a foreigner!"
That's it. I'm done. I want to go home.
"Uh, you probably don't want to walk that way, miss!" The talking bug said quickly, suddenly landing on my shoulder. I tensed, staring at it with horrified eyes. "There are a lot of nasty demons over there!"
What on earth could be nastier than a bug?
I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could say anything the bushes and trees in front of us rattled. The bug leapt off my shoulder and darted off, saying no more as it escaped from the very real danger we were now in. A towering beast pushed apart the branches, letting out a roar as it moved into sight. I stepped back, mouth opening in shock as my breathing took a turn for the worst, heartbeat racing frantically inside my chest.
"Flesh… young woman flesh…" A large hand reached out towards me. "GIVE IT TO ME!"
Which way did I come from? How far did I go into the forest? Would I even be able to outrun this thing without blacking out from asphyxiation? Running seemed like my best option, but I wouldn't be able to get very far in my condition. I'm already getting dizzy just from my own breathing issues, but with an injured leg and damaged arm? What was the point?
The point…?
I don't want to die, that's the freaking point. But what can I do? I'm useless in this situation.
It's getting closer. Oh gods, I can see the dried blood on its fingers. The demon reeks of death and roadkill. Roadkill? No. It just murdered whoever it wanted. And if I don't move soon that's going to be me next! Freaking heck, who cares about the consequences!? Just run!
Not having much options in this scenario I leapt to the side, demon missing me by a hair's length. I hit the ground roughly and cried out in pain, hurting my shoulder, but forced the pain to the back of my mind and rolled. "Give me your flesh!" Scrambling onto my feet, already winded from all the movement, I began to run. "Come back here!"
Loud, angry footsteps chased me from behind, the demon furious at its prey getting away. I could feel my lungs inside my chest burning like acid as they struggled to intake even the smallest bit of oxygen.
Where…?
Where should I go? Where am I heading? I don't know.
Scared…
Suddenly a large shadow was hovering over me. As a pair of large fingers grasped my form I couldn't even do so much as scream, scarcely able to kick my legs. It held tight, crushing me to the point where it felt like my spine and the rest of my bones were about to snap. I gasped, lips curled back and a whimper choked down as it continued to crush me. It raised me high up into the air, forcing me to stare into its horrid face. I could see myself reflected in its disgusting teeth, breath so rancid I nearly threw up.
N-No…
Maria. Maria, please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I don't want… t-to die…
I'm such a bad sister.
…
Hakkaku looked back at Ginta, surprised by the encounter. Normally humans ran away when they saw demons like them- especially young human women. But this one wasn't? Instead she was ready to fight. Why?
"Hey, Hakkaku," Ginta started, leaning towards his friend and eyeing the girl strangely, taking note of her strange features, "I think she might be a foreigner."
"Yeah?" The other man hummed, cocking his to the side as he looked her over. He narrowed his eyes, raising a fist up in the air warningly. He didn't plan on hurting her, especially not since Kōga now refused to let anyone eat mortals, but he did hope to scare her away. "Hey! What are you doing in our territory!?"
The woman tensed, hand jerking towards her sword hilt, but stopping before making contact. She glanced between them before calling back something he couldn't understand. The two men blinked, both stunned and confused. "What?
"Did you get that?"
A frustrated growl escape the woman's lips as she muttered in that odd language again. She tested a few words out on her tongue before calling out, "Demon! Yes?" She pointed at the wolves with her left hand, then themselves. Oh. The woman did know what they were, but not only that, she was trying to speak their language. She was pretty smart for a human. Impressive.
"Yeah." Hakkaku answered, nodding his head. "We're from the wolf tribe! Now, I'll ask you again- why are you trespassing in our territory?"
The woman mumbled the world "human" under her breath, the accent a little off yet clear enough to understand. She nodded to herself.
Ginta leaned towards Hakkaku again, raising a hand up to his mouth as he whispered, "So, this might just be a guess, but I don't think she speaks our language. I don't think she understands most of what we're saying."
"You know? I think you might be right." They watched as the woman's eyes darted between them, trying to take apart the syllables and piece together what it was they were talking about. Hakkaku blinked when he caught sight of an unused fire pit out of the corner of his eye, as well as the eaten rabbit remains several yards off. The wolves brushing against their legs- they had… blood all over their mouths. "She… fed them?"
Ginta blinked, confused. "What?"
"She fed the wolves! Humans don't just feed wolves!" The woman hadn't tried to flee yet either, although her hand was getting closer to the sword hilt with each minute that passed. She was strange. And her sword… it didn't seem to match her at all. None of her clothes made sense. It was almost like… "Kagome!"
The woman didn't react, not understanding that they had said a name. She knit her eyebrows together, tilting her head. Hakkaku and Ginta shared a look, realization hitting them hard. Ginta stepped forward, hands held out to the side to show he wasn't going to attack, and asked, "Do you know sister Kagome?"
Nothing. All they received in response was a tense, determined stare.
"Should we… take her to Kōga?" Ginta suggested, at a loss of what to do now. "She hasn't attacked us and she hasn't tried to hurt the wolves either."
Hakkaku thought about it, humming thoughtfully. "If she is from Kagome's world he may be able to find her, and then she can help her."
Ginta shrugged. "It's as good an idea as any."
...
Vision going black, my body went limp. My eyes struggled to stay open as the demon's mouth drew closer and closer, fully prepared to eat me alive. I tiredly wondered if it would be a quick death, with only a sharp pain, or if I would feel myself being torn apart. As I found myself succumbing to darkness and reluctantly accepting of my defeat, a voice called out. The demon paused to see who was interrupting its meal, only to let out a deafening cry of agony as its arm was suddenly removed from its body.
Its hand released its grip on me in response and both the limb and I were sent falling through through the air. Blood splattered all over the ground and on the creature itself, but just before I could smack hard onto the ground and splatter into nothingness a pair of strong arms caught me, changing the direction of my fall and saving me. "The hell were you thinking, you idiot!?"
Inuyasha landed on the ground with a practiced stance, keeping the large blade in his hand pointed away from me. I coughed a few times, barely conscious. I blinked repeatedly, blearily looking up at my savior and then at the currently enraged demon. Inuyasha leapt into the air, jumping away from the demon's attack. Landing on a tree branch the white-haired teen observed the situation quickly, before setting me down in the tree.
"Stay here. This won't take long."
Brandishing the long sword, Inuyasha jumped off the branch and swung the sword in the air, simultaneously avoiding another attack while dealing a blow of his own. The demon didn't stand a chance against him, cleanly sliced in two. As Inuyasha landed on the ground, blood spurted out of the demon's body as it fell apart. Its guts could be seen everywhere. Completely unperturbed by the sight Inuyasha sheathed his sword, looking up at me and jumping back onto the tree branch in one single bound.
The half-demon glared at me, arms crossed as he tapped his foot against the bark irritably. "Now, what the hell did you think you could do out here by yourself? Why did you run away!? Are you trying to get yourself killed!? How are you supposed to find your sister when you're dead, stupid!?"
"S-Sor…" I breathed, coughing again with a pained gasp, leaning my head back against the tree. "...ry…"
The boy scoffed. He squatted down, looking at me with narrowed eyes. "Hey, what's wrong? Is this about your stupid "medical condition" again?"
I didn't answer. I couldn't. I had no voice. All I could do was sit there and struggle to breathe, but it was difficult with my heart running so wild within my chest. I had been so scared… and I'm still scared, honestly. I was so sure I was going to die. I'm so dizzy… and sleepy. I can't think. Everything hurts.
"Damn it… okay. Fine. We're heading back to Kaede's village." I winced and cried out a little when Inuyasha moved to pick me up again, shoulder and several other bones in excruciating pain after being crushed like I had. I was certain several bones were now bruised. "Then, once Kagome gets back," He continued, leaping off the branch and dashing through the forest with incredible speed, "we'll look for your sister. So don't go doing anything else stupid, got it?"
What…?
"I never said you couldn't be upset. I was just sayin' that moping wasn't going to solve anything! You can be upset any time you want, but you can't let that control you! Next time think about what a person is trying to tell you before you run off and nearly get yourself killed!"
Why… is he saying all this? Why did he save me? Wasn't… he mad at me? I don't understand. And earlier… when I first arrived and Kagome suggested I travel with them Inuyasha threw a fit. He was against helping me find Maria. So why was he saying he'd help me now? People are confusing. This world is confusing.
"I'm… sorry." I muttered quietly, completely unmoving in his hold as he ran through the forests, occasionally jumping over a fallen tree. "Th-Thank… you…"
"Shut up already! If you can't breathe, don't speak!"
Good point. I kept my mouth shut from that moment on, even after we made it back to the village. Inuyasha stopped running and instead marched on over to the hanging door of Kaede's hut, pushing it to the side with his foot, and set me down on the futon I had been sleeping on the past week. Inuyasha began shouting for Kaede, nose twitching as he dashed out of the building. I slowly laid down on my back, wincing with every movement, bones popping and new bruises still forming.
Kagome willingly came to this era… to fight creatures like that demon? Was she not afraid? They could die and she just voluntarily joins the battle. What for?
The hanging door shifted, someone entering the hut, but it wasn't Kaede and Inuyasha who arrived. It was Shippō. He looked at me, green eyes big with alarm and expression shifting into that of concern. The small fox demon darted over to my side, staring at my bleeding shoulder in horror. "Wh-What happened to you!? Did you get attacked!?"
Chest rising and falling with every heavy breath, I was unable to answer. Exhausted and focused on recovery, I could only give Shippō a weak thumbs up on my left hand. The small child only looked more terrified.
"Was Inuyasha the one who saved you? I know he ran out into woods shortly after you went missing…" The fox demon shook his head. "N-No! That's not important! We need to get you help! I-I'll go fetch some water so we can clean your wound! S-Stay here, okay!?"
It's not like I can move, but sure. The worry was greatly appreciated, even if it did make me feel rather guilty for going out into the forest like a moron. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down, relaxing my poor heart as best as I could. When I felt a familiar itch- this time on my left hand- I opened my eyes and raised the limb, staring at the demon bug blankly. Realizing it was caught, the bug removed its beak from my flesh and looked at me, burping.
"My apologies, miss, but your blood really is quite delightful. Not as good as Master Inuyasha's, of course, but still mighty delicious. I'm glad to see you made it out in one piece!" He cleared his throat, "Well, mostly, anyhow. That's quite a shoulder wound you've got there. Might I ask how it happened?"
Lowering my hand back onto the ground, I turned my gaze to the ceiling. Why is this happening? I have a talking bug on my hand. I've somehow time traveled into the far past and wound up in feudal era Japan because of a summoning spell gone wrong, lost track of my sister, been attacked by both humans and demons, and now I'm stuck on a futon with a bug. A bug that likes my blood.
Wait. He said "Master Inuyasha". I looked at the bug, squinting at him and wondering what his connection to the violent sword-wielding teen was. The bug blinked, as if coming to a realization.
"Oh! My deepest apologies, miss." He bowed, and then placed two of his hands against his chest. "My name is Myoga. I am Master Inuyasha's loyal bodyguard and adviser. It is a pleasure to meet you. And- to clear up any confusion- I am a flea demon."
A flea. Still a bug. But a flea.
And it bit me twice.
I don't even know anymore. This is all just one big nightmare. Definitely. A very realistic, very painful nightmare. I kept silent, refusing to answer the flea demon until I was able to speak without gasping. Myoga sat there on my hand and stared at me, observing and waiting patiently for a response. His gaze was only broken by the hanging door being pushed violently to the side, Inuyasha barging in with Kaede on his back and Shippō stumbling in alongside him, a small bucket of water in his hands.
"Let me see your wound, child." Kaede ushered, climbing off Inuyasha's back and making her way over to me. Inuyasha quickly turned to face the wall as the old woman helped me sit up, and I tried to push away the feeling of discomfort as she undid the kimono I was wearing to get at my bandages. The priestess frowned, undoing the wrapping, and said, "Aye, I'm afraid it has worsened… we'll have to clean it and bandage it again. Shippō, can ye hand me that bucket, please?"
Shippō did as told. Before long Kaede left and returned with her first-aid supplies, and began dabbing at my wound with a wet cloth. I hissed a couple of times, holding the kimono up to cover my chest as she cleaned and administered medicine.
"Pray tell, child, why did ye think it wise to head out on your own?"
"...It was…" I spoke softly, not raising my voice, "It was just… a walk…"
"A walk that almost cost ye your life." She scolded. "You must maintain caution! Had Inuyasha not arrived when he had-"
"I'm aware." I cut in, interrupting the lecture. I had taken into account all possible consequences when I decided to walk into the forest; I didn't need to reprimanded. No emotion shown on my face, the hollow in my chest growing wider with each passing second. "You guys said there were no big demons. I believed you… so I went for a walk."
Kaede stared at me for a moment and sighed. "That is not wrong… I suppose we are partially to blame for this. But ye should have brought someone along with you, or at least inform somebody about your whereabouts. You will not last long in this time if such behavior continues. If you truly wish to find your sister and return to your own time you must remain with Inuyasha and Kagome."
Shippō looked up, mildly excited despite the concern he felt. "Does that mean she'll be travelling with us!?" He then looked at his silver-haired friend, whose ears were twitching. "And Inuyasha… agreed to this?"
Kaede shook her head, while I nodded. Shippō looked greatly confused, while the old woman turned to me in surprise. I let out another hiss when she tied to the bandage, the priestess making it a little too tight for my liking. "H-He said… after Kagome gets back…" I let a grunt of pain as Kaede helped me slide my bad arm through the kimono sleeve. "We can go… look…"
Both of them stared intently at Inuyasha, boring holes into the back of his skull. His long nails tapped against the ground irritably, the teen looking mighty uncomfortable under their gazes. I blinked, watching as Kaede tied the sash without looking. "I'm impressed, Inuyasha," Kaede mused, "you've matured considerably from when you had first awoken."
Hah? When he woke up?
…
Hakkaku went to move forward, pausing only when the girl slid a foot back- bracing herself for any sudden attacks. "Easy," he said, holding his hands up again, "we're just gonna take you to Kōga. To help." Her eyes narrowed at them, warily flickering back between the two men. She didn't understand. "My name is Hakkaku." The wolf demon pressed a hand to his chest, trying his best to communicate. He paused before repeating himself, slower this time, patting his armor for emphasis. "Ha-kka-ku."
His companion pointed at himself, grinning. "Ginta! Gin-ta!"
The woman nodded hesitantly, touching her left hand against her chest to mimic them. "...Maria."
Oof. It really was a foreign name. The men took time to test the feel of it on their tongue, practicing the pronunciation for a few seconds. The woman, who was now known to them as Maria, flinched. Seeing such a strong human woman react as such towards them made them feel oddly guilty, and they couldn't help but to apologize. They watched as she shook their head at them, giving a small shrug in reaction to their words. Huh.
Ginta brought a hand up and scratched his cheek, having not expected that. "I guess… she really can understand some of what we're saying."
"You're right, but how are we going to get her to come with us to Kōga?" Hakkaku looked at his friend in concern, brows furrowing together. "She still seems scared."
"Well, he's going to be expecting us soon... " Ginta brought his hands up, fretting over their predicament. They didn't want to upset their leader, but they knew Kagome would never forgive them if she found out they left a foreign woman from her time here to be eaten by some other demons. He crouched down, ruffling his hair in frustration. "What should we do!?"
Hakkaku tapped his foot against the ground, hand on his chin, but nothing was coming to mind. This was so difficult; why did all the crazy things have to happen to them? The wolf demon was snapped out of his thoughts when unfamiliar words startled him. He turned, looking on in surprise to see that Maria had lowered hand from the sword. One hand was now resting casually on her hip. "What?"
She let out a weak laugh before trying again, pausing briefly at the end and thinking, sounding out the words. "Fool… Fool-vet?" Maria shook her head, face contorting into that of concentration. "Fool… ish? Foolish! Yes!" She snapped her fingers, proud of herself. Hakkaku and Ginta looked at each other, frowns gradually lifting into smiles as they laughed at themselves.
"I guess we do sound pretty foolish right now, huh?" Ginta joked. He stood up from his spot on the ground, stretching out his legs. He was relieved that Maria was beginning to relax. "Alright. Let's try something."
...
"Shaddup!" Inuyasha snapped. "I only said it 'cause I know you guys would end up nagging me about it!"
Oh… so he wasn't being nice. I lowered my head, worrying my bottom lip. I actually let myself believe he genuinely wanted to help me. It was easy to think, too, because of how he saved me. For a moment I had thought we could have become friends. I guess we really were too different.
"Master Inuyasha," Myoga began, finally speaking up after sitting in silence for so long, "I have been travelling the lands for a while and I've come across some interesting news. I had heard rumors of a demon kidnapping villagers and that a few days ago it showed up outside their village in the form of a young woman. A young woman whose description greatly resembles this lovely lady. When I heard that the demon was in possession of a jewel shard I came here as quickly as I could- which is when I encountered her. Naturally, after tasting her blood- which was very tasty, might I add- I knew she was a human. Perhaps these villagers mistook her as the demon because of her strange appearance?"
Shippō looked at Myoga, surprised. "That… actually makes sense." Inuyasha shifted, sitting up and turning his torso a little to see the flea. His attention was already caught when he heard "jewel shard", but as the demon continued to speak when he remembered something.
"Yeah! When I first found her she was wearing these strange clothes- like the ones Kagome wears when she's in her time. If they saw her in that attire it's no wonder why they attacked." Inuyasha then smirked, turning his attention to me. "Which means one of the villagers might have seen something! We go to the village you get your answers and I get another shard of the Sacred Jewel!"
The half-demon leapt up onto his feet, pointing at me demandingly.
"Which means you need to hurry up and heal, so we can get going ! The faster the better, before Naraku can beat us to the punch! I'm going to go get Kagome!"
With that he ran out of the building, leaving me, Kaede, Shippō, and Myoga alone together. Shippō made a face at his friend's behavior, pulling at the bucket of bloody water and picking it up. "That didn't take long to get him excited. Kagome isn't gonna be very happy with him showing up."
Kaede nodded and let out a hum of agreement. I knit my eyebrows together, wondering why their expressions looked so grim. The old priestess pulled away from me and began to pack up all the medical supplies, Shippō leaving the hut with the bucket of bloody water. After everything was put away the elder turned to look at me, concern in her gaze. "When was the last time ye ate, Irene?"
What? Oh. The elder's expression shifted into worry when she saw I had to think about it. "When you last made stew… so, like, last night? Maybe?"
The elderly priestess let out a heavy sigh. "Ye need to be more diligent in your health, Irene." Kaede slowly stood, lacing her hands behind her back as she began to make her way to the back of the hut. "I'll see what I can stir up, so don't push ye-self anymore than necessary. Get some rest. Aye, I reckon tomorrow will be a big day for ye."
I wondered if she meant Kagome would be coming back, or if Inuyasha would try and drag me to the one village in his determination to get more jewel shards. Myoga never did give a description of the village; just that people were going missing because of a demon, and that those people thought I was the demon. As I gingerly lied down onto my back, I looked to the floorboards where the flea was sitting.
Sensing my stare the demon looked up, meeting my gaze curiously. "Is something the matter?"
"What village did you go to?" I asked. Myoga blinked, uncrossing his arms.
"Akebi Village. It's a rather peaceful place, but like with any other village it has become greatly disturbed thanks to the actions of cruel demons. It is my belief that if we take you to that village and show them you are not the one they want, they can lead us or tell us about where the demon rests. With any luck they might be able to inform you about your sister; now, I heard no such thing from them, but if they saw you then surely someone might have seen this Maria you speak so fondly of."
A tiny hope formed in my heart at that, but for some reason it felt like a tremendous weight on my chest. I swallowed the lump in my throat, turning my head to look up at the ceiling. It's not… It's not that possible she got wrapped up with the demon… right? No. No, I'm sure she's fine. She's gotta be. I closed my eyes, taking a deep shaky breath.
My heart was starting to pick up the pace again. I needed to keep it calm.
And so, rather than sleeping, I spent the next hour and a half laying there and meditating in silence to keep my oxygen levels semi-steady. Shippo came in sometime during that, decided that I was asleep, and began to color on some notebook Kagome gave him. Kaede eventually lit a fire, but the second the smoke fumes hit my nose I began to cough and had to excuse myself from the hut, wobbling outside and stopping right next to the hanging door, sitting and leaning my back against the wall. Shippō soon joined me, concerned about my condition, and began to have a very one-sided conversation with me since I currently was unable to properly speak.
He told me a bit more about Naraku, about all the people he hurt and how he lacked any sort of kindness, and said he understood a little about why I walked off on my own. "You and your sister came here, but… you guys were separated." He held his sketchbook in his lap, crayons held tight in his tiny hands. "If… If my father were still alive I'd probably do the same."
Raising my head, I opened my eyes and looked down at Shippō. I gazed at him in surprise, having not expected such a confession and to find out he lost someone. The boy scribbled with a tan-colored crayon, expression far more grim than anything that belonged on a child's face. I looked at the page he was working on, realizing with a sharp pang in my chest that he was drawing a fox.
"He was really strong, you know? But… after the jewel got shattered, he found one of the pieces a-and… he was targeted because of it." He blinked away the tears trying to form, setting the crayon down and staring at the page with longing eyes. "My father- he was killed by a pair of thunder demons... so…" The small fox demon looked up at me, green eyes filled with understanding. "I get why you did it. I also get why you got so mad at Inuyasha earlier. If there's a chance your sister is alive… I want to help you find her."
I was left speechless. My heart bled out for the child, trying to see things through his eyes and picture just how much pain he must be going through even now. He was a demon, this was true, but Shippō was nothing like the monster that attacked me. He was a little boy that missed his father, and was put through something that unfairly happened because of the greed of other people. A lump formed in the back of my throat and my vision began to blur. It was hard trying not to burst out into tears and hug the poor kid. I forced myself to remain still, listening in silence to his story despite desperately wanting to comfort him. Though, even if I did try to comfort him, I wouldn't even know how to or what to say to make him feel better.
How could I? His father was dead. I'm just some strange woman he's trying to help; nothing I could say or do would cheer him up.
Shippō seemed to notice that he wasn't the only one on the verge of tears. He sniffled and brought a hand up, rubbing at his eyes, and choked out with a strained grin, "B-But I'm okay! I-Inuyasha and Kagome helped me avenge him, s-so… I know he's safe in heaven now. And without him and Kagome I would have been killed, too. I have nowhere else to go except with them. They're all I have now that my family is gone. A-And… And…"
He cleared his throat, looking at me with a gaze full of sympathy and determination.
"And that's why I want to help you so much, Irene! Your sister is here in this time, too, s-so… that means she's all you have right now! If… If I can… I want to help you guys reunite!"
That was the final straw. Lips curled back and teeth ground tightly together, I choked back the sob desperately trying to form. It was hard to breathe. My vision was so blurry at this point I could barely even see Shippō, but I still gave him as grateful a smile as I could manage.
"Th-Thank you… Shippo."
"I-I just don't want you to go through the same thing I did." The fox demon choked out, hugging the drawing to his chest tightly. "Being alone i-is… it's scary. What's happened to me is in the past, b-but… there's still hope for you! W-When we find your sister, we can find whatever brought you here! Then… Then you guys can go back and be with your whole family!"
"Y-Yeah…"
Several villagers walking by gave us strange looks; some were filled with pity, others with concern. Neither of us paid them much attention though, and simply sat there together in silence for a few minutes, tears streaming down our faces. After a while Shippō sniffled and sat up, holding the sketchbook up for me to see. I blinked repeatedly, wiping at my face with my sleeve, and stared at the drawing.
"Th… This is him." The young demon flipped the page, picking up his crayons. "Do… Do you think," Shippō rubbed his eyes against his shoulders, "you can draw Maria? O-Or tell me what she looks like? It might be easier to… find her this way."
He had a point; we could easily show the picture to anyone we asked about her. It helped that Shippō was a very good artist for his age. I was as well, but with my right arm out of commission… I wouldn't be able to do anything. Resting the back of my head against the wall, I waited a few seconds to relax before attempting to speak again. "She's… tall. Five eight…. freckles. She's… really pretty." Shippo hurriedly began taking out crayons from the box and began to sketch out the outline with a black crayon, "Short hair. Reddish- like yours…"
"Really?" He sounded surprised. "I never met a human with such light hair. Is that normal where you live?"
"Kinda, yeah. Lots of blond hair. Don't see... a lot of redheads, though." Voice was breathy. Rapsy. Exhausted. "Um… hair is styled- like mine… but neater. Blue-green… for her eyes…"
It was nice having someone to talk and listen to without feeling like a horrible human being every five minutes, but it took a lot of air out of me. I desperately needed to use my nebulizer, but there was no doing so without electricity or the machine itself. I was beginning to think I was going to die in this time period before I could even leave Kaede's village. The conversation soon ended and I began to doze off, but the fear of not waking up snapped me right into awareness.
"Look!" Shippō declared a few minutes later, proud of his creation. "I finished! How does it look?"
I looked at the drawing, a weak grin forming on my lips as I gave a small nod. "Yeah… pretty good, Shippō. I'm proud… of you…"
With an almost teary look in his eyes, he ripped out the drawing and bounded over. I watched and stared blankly at the child as he held the picture out to me. He smiled. "It's for you! That way you have her with you. Kinda. And you can show it to anyone you ask about her, so they know if they really did see her or not!"
Seeing the drawing made me miss my sister even more, but also made me feel rather happy. Such a simple thing…
I took the picture into my hand and stared at it, biting hard on my bottom lip as my vision blurred.
Maria…
I will find you. No matter what it takes. Placing the fingers on my left hand lightly on the paper, I ran my fingers along the image of my older sister. "Thank you… Shippō."
Near the end of the day Inuyasha showed up at the hut, but Kagome didn't return through the Bone-Eater's well with him. Apparently she had only showed up long enough to drop off some more medicinal supplies for Kaede's stock and left again.
…
Getting Maria to stay calm enough to let them close took quite a while, and convincing her to come with them took even longer than that. It required a lot of miscommunication, and in the end they all started drawing in the dirt to get each other's points across so they could explain what they wanted to do. It helped tremendously.
By the time it was nearly dark they had made it to the base of some caves just outside of their den. It was Ginta who noticed Maria falling behind them, the young woman struggling to get over the rocky and uneven terrain. It was then he noticed the scent of human blood coming from her, the wind shifting and blowing Maria's scent all over him. The demon came to an abrupt stop, looking back at her worriedly. "Hakkaku, I think she's hurt…"
"Hah?" The other wolf demon raised his head up and sniffed the air, eyes widening. "You're right! Hey, Maria!" He whirled around, clamoring on over to the female. The auburn-haired woman stiffened as he moved over, still not totally comfortable around them. "You hurt?" When all he received was a blank stare Hakkaku sighed. He sniffed the air again and crouched down, grabbing her leg without warning and earning a startled, yet pained yelp from her. Lifting the stained cloth covering her leg (known only to Maria as denim) he could see the makeshift bandage she had created. It was coated red, some of it old and the rest newly covered in fresh blood.
Ginta walked over, observing Maria's wound before meeting her strained gaze. He gestured to the leg, even more concerned now. "How did you get hurt like that? Were you attacked?"
She watched him in confusion when her eyes suddenly widened in understanding. Reaching back, she pulled out a broken talon that looked to be from a centipede demon. Both men stared at it and then at her, bewildered as the dots slowly aligned in their minds. Another packmate had mentioned seeing the corpse of the west wood's demon at the bottom of a ravine, but this?
Hakkaku decided to look at the bright side of the situation, standing with a grin. "That explains that, then! And you even got war spoils from it!"
Seeming to have recovered from his shock, Ginta shook his head. "It is pretty impressive, but how's the leg?"
"She can't climb the mountains on it." Hakkaku pointed out, frowning. He crossed his arms. "Guess I'll have to carry her."
"I suppose…"
"What?" Maria's voice cut through their conversation. The demons turned to face her, Maria twitching at the attention. She shifted a little as she put the claw away, and spoke slowly. "What…?"
She wanted to know what they were saying. "Oh."
"I get it!" Hakkaku pointed up the mountain and then to her leg, shaking his head. Maria pondered his actions for a moment before folding her arms over her chest and scowling, almost offended. She made to walk past them, but was stopped by Ginta grabbing her arm.
"Stop! You'll get hurt again."
Maria snapped something as she yanked on her arm, expression filled with mild fear. Ginta released her immediately, looking almost hurt. "We're not gonna hurt you," he told her quietly, "We're just trying to keep from getting hurt again."
"Hey, see if she'll climb on your back."
"What? Oh, right. Sure." Half-turning and crouching down, both men spent many long minutes trying to show- and then convince- Maria to get onto one of their backs. Skeptically, and obviously reluctantly, the human allowed herself to clamor onto Ginta's back. The armor made it very uncomfortable, but being off of her injured leg felt amazing. After making sure she had a good firm hold, he looked up at his friend. "You ready?"
"Let's go."
And with that they were off. Since they didn't have to slow their pace down anymore to accommodate Maria's injury they could travel much faster. The moon was high in the sky by the time they made it to the den. Several pack members they passed gave them strange looks, befuddled as to why they were carrying a human woman. Once they entered the main area Ginta set Maria down on her feet as gently as possible, doing his best not to disturb her wound.
Maria may have been exhausted and her leg might have been in intense pain, but she managed to stay steady and keep balance. Something suddenly moved against her, causing her to tense and looked down. One of the wolves from earlier- the ones she had fed- was brushing against her. A hesitant smile formed on her lips and she moved down, lightly scratching behind the wolf's ears.
"Maria?" Hakkaku called out from within the mount of a cave entrance. A cave filled and surrounded with wolves and humanoid demons.
Well, she thought, trying to feel a little proud of herself despite the fear gnawing away inside her heart, if I die here at least it means they had to have the whole pack take me out.
Following Ginta inside, her thoughts came to a halt, the woman taking in the appearance of the cave. From the outside it was fairly simple and plain, but inside? It was covered in furs, rugs, baskets and satchels littered with food, weapons, fabrics, and armor. There were even some gems strewn about. The wolves moved freely about the area, but the one nuzzling her hand was still beside her.
Huh.
Ginta leaned over, whispering something to the woman that sounded like it had to be close to "relax" or "calm down". She found that rather ridiculous; here she was in a foreign country, where demons apparently existed? She was literally in a den full of wolves. Relaxing is going to be so easy. Piece of cake. Really. Maria isn't stressed out at all. Oh no. Her asthma isn't bothering her either. Everything is fine.
Fuck.
Hakkaku moved forward, holding an arm out and gesturing to Maria and Ginta, and to a man- or rather, a teenage boy- that was slowly approaching. He rattled on for a bit, but then a familiar, single word caught her attention.
"Kōga."
…
Kōga watched as his fellow packmates brought forth a young woman, one who was wounded if the smell of blood was anything to go by, and utterly filthy. But, judging from what he could see of her, she was certainly different. Hakkaku was carrying on about what had took them so long to return, and gestured to the young woman standing beside Ginta and a wolf. "Maria," He said, "this is our pack leader and chief, Kōga. He commands the wolf demon tribe."
The woman named Maria turned her eyes to him. Eyes that were so striking in color and could never be found in the current era of Japan. They were blue, yet somehow green at the same time- a gold burst spreading out around her pupils. It was unusual, impossible for any known human to have. He couldn't even recall any demon with such a strange eye color. Maria's gaze did not falter or cower as she stared at the leader of the wolf demon tribe, the woman taking in his appearance, and only looked away to focus on Hakkaku.
"Kōga?" She asked, echoing the name as she pointed at him. She made quick gestures with her hands, speaking words that the demon pack leader didn't understand.
"Yeah," Ginta affirmed softly, "just like we said before. Kōga." Maria turned back to face the leader, looking him over. Touching her chest she inclined her head slightly, as if in recognition.
"Maria." She said, introducing herself. Kōga raised a brow in surprise, having not expected the woman to have respect. It was then that he noticed her clothes, the way she held herself. It reminded him greatly of…
The demon didn't hear what Hakkaku had to say next. Without time to waste Kōga was on his feet and in front of the woman in a flash of dust and whirlwind, hands gripping the front of her shirt tightly. "What did you do to Kagome!?"
Ginta let out a shriek, nearly toppling backwards from the movent and the sudden surge of rage from his leader. Hakkaku ran up, trying desperately to calm the wolf demon. "W-Wait, Kōga! It isn't like that! She doesn't-"
Maria glared darkly at Kōga, rambling something in her foreign tongue as she pushed Kōga back. The only word out of her mouth the wolf demon understood was his Kagome's name. With a snarl he snatched her arm in his hand, easily lifting her off the ground and leaving her dangling in the air. She winced a little, but quickly hid her pain and intensified her glare. Kōga leaned in close, fangs bared as she growled, "I'll ask you one more time, human; where. Is. Kagome?"
Maria's expression did not change save for the single bead of sweat trickling down the side of her face, eyes hard and searching for something. If it weren't for that one giveaway of nervousness, Kōga would have thought the woman showed no fear. He distantly heard Hakkaku trying to appease him, but it was Ginta's words that caught his attention.
"Maria, please, put it down! It's fine, okay? He doesn't understand yet! Just… put it down."
What is he talking about? Kōga glanced at Ginta with narrowed eyes, wondering what he was telling her to put down, when he felt it. The scent of his own blood and the faintest prick of a blade against his neck, pressure being placed on his throat. He glanced down, seeing that it was actually not a blade, but a demon limb that had made him bleed.
And in front of over half of his pack.
"Let. Go." Maria hissed. The first and only sentence Kōga understood her saying. The demon and human locked eyes, blue and- amber? A blue-green?- clashing before he decided to lower her back onto the ground. Maria quickly stepped back, ignoring the fact that he had not yet released her arm. The talon was held in her free hand, pulled close and ready to lash out should it be deemed necessary.
"Kōga," Hakkaku exclaimed, beginning anxiously, "we've been trying to tell you! She doesn't know Kagome!"
"What?" Kōga blinked, turning to face him now that his initial rage has subsided.
Ginta nodded his head. "Yeah. We're pretty sure she's from the same time period as Kagome, but she doesn't know her. She's from a place called… um…" He looked at the female human. "Maria, home?"
"Home?" Maria made a face, before realizing. "Ah. Home. America."
Kōga looked at her like she was an idiot, earning a huff from the brunette.
"America is not…" She struggled for the word. "...find… yet?"
"Found." Hakkaku corrected. Maria nodded.
"Found. Thank you very much." She then pulled lightly at her arm, looking up at Kōga. "Let go. ...Please?"
Kōga squeezed lightly, wanting to interrogate her some more, before letting go. He took a step back, placing his hands on his hips. "She's got manners; I'll give her that. So," He turned to his two main companions, "why'd you bring her here?"
Hakkaku and Ginta looked at each other before answering. "Well…"
"You see…"
They went into the long story of how they encountered Maria, and how they discovered she was from the future with little-to-no-knowledge of their language. She had no idea how she got there and that she was separated from her little sister. The latter had taken a while to explain earlier given the language barrier, as well as a backstory to how she had fought and technically killed the centipede demon. Kōga sat and listened to all of this whilst watching Maria- who was comfortably sitting on the floor, petting one of Koga's prized wolves as if she had known him all her life. While Hakkaku did the majority of the story telling, Ginta was properly bandaging Maria's leg- as well as caring for any other scratches and marks she obtained during her fall.
He observed the way she smiled at the wolf and at Ginta, both gesturing in an attempt to communicate and grinning occasionally when they both understood something. The woman was not the slightest bit afraid, even in a den full of demons.
"So…" Hakkaku started to question, glancing at their new guest. "What do you want to do, Kōga?"
She was a woman out of her time, looking for her missing sister, and held her own against a centipede demon three times her size. Not to mention that she left a cut on Kōga himself. He supposed he could help her, at least if it meant he could see his beautiful Kagome again.
"Alright." He decided. "We'll help her."
Ginta overheard this and looked up from his spot on the floor, nearly dropping the bandages he was holding. "Really!?"
Kōga waved a hand in the air, turning his back to them with his other hand still on his hip. "Yeah, sure, why not? Get her bathed, fed, and- I think So'aku has some human clothes she can wear? Just get rid of all that filth. I'm amazed she's survived this long on her own."
Hakkaku brought his fists up in excitement, glad that his and Ginta's new friend was going to get to live a little longer. "Kōga, you're the best! Thank you!"
"Right, just get it done. And work on her speech while you're at it; I want to be able to hold an actual conversation with her."
"We will!" Hakkaku promised. Ginta nodded his head fervently.
"Absolutely!"
Kōga strolled over to Maria and the wolf, kneeling down before them. The woman blinked up at him in confusion, watching as he extended his hand out to her. Kōga couldn't help the smirk that spread across his face when he saw her cautiously take it. "Welcome to the Wolf Demon Tribe… Maria."
...
Several more days passed and Inuyasha was sulking even more than before, aggravated at everything and everyone around him. My injury was starting to feel better and I had the incredible desire to draw, so after some convincing Shippō let me borrow one of the many sketchbooks he owned and we drew together.
By the time Kaede returned to the hut the floor was covered in paper. Shippō apparently had the same habit as I did when it came to drawing and ripped out every piece of paper he colored on. It was a mess and Kaede wasn't too pleased when she found it difficult to walk around the hut because of all the papers, but she did compliment us on our work. Of course, that was only after scolding me for using my hand. I just waved it off, saying that it didn't hurt at all, and Shippo began to clean up our mess as Kaede forced me to take the robe off so she could check my injuries.
Shippō continued to color as Kaede unwrapped my bandages, striking up conversation. He asked where I learned to draw like I did or if I was self-taught like he was, and was surprised when I told him it was the latter. "The skill kinda runs in the family, though Maria and I are the only ones who really draw. My brother did, but decided he wanted to be original and stopped. The three of us all play instruments, though; Clair's the only one that doesn't. She sings."
Kaede hummed at that, intrigued by any information about the modern age. "I see. Only noblewomen have been known to play instruments, such as the harp or flute… Do you come from a wealthy family, Irene?"
I snorted at that. "I wish. I'd have a new pair of lungs." Seeing their confused expressions I quickly explained to them what transplants were. I then continued, "Yeah, no. We're from a pretty average family, I guess. We get by. Uh… ho-how's my shoulder?"
Kaede tied the bandage back in place and smiled. "You're healing quickly," She told me, pleased, "Young Kagome's medicine helps most nicely."
The fact that Kagome even had surgical tools in a first-aid kit concerned me. I knew first-hand that the outside world was dangerous, but it made me scared as to what kind of danger they get into. Surely if they had so much medicine they get into battles frequently? Not knowing what else to do, I simply nodded at Kaede's words.
"Does this mean Irene will be able to leave soon!?" Shippō asked, bounding over with bright eyes. "Kagome should be back any day now! We can head to Akebi village!" Kaede nodded. "It's weird for her to be gone this long, anyway. She said she had another "exam" to battle, but…" He made a face, placing a hand on his hip. "I dunno. I'm sorta worried. Inuyasha doesn't seem too bothered about it; he's just grumpy she made him come back here without her."
I'm beginning to suspect Inuyasha has a crush on Kagome. Aren't they from two different time periods, though? How will that work?
...Probably in disaster…
Unless one of them decides to give up their life in one world to live in the other.
This sounds like a bad fanfiction. I thought, making a face when my mind began to try and piece together all sorts of different scenarios. Then again, I am guilty of writing some. Blech. Obsessions.
All of that sounds far too heartbreaking and like way too much work. Besides, they're fifteen.
Wait. This is medieval times.
People get married at fifteen.
It doesn't help that middle schoolers care more about dating than figuring out how to skip running the mile in gym class nowadays, either. I hope Kagome isn't one of them, but… there's no salvaging Inuyasha's innocence since he was born in this era. Lovely. Well, I must at least try to protect Shippō then seeing as he's still a child; I don't want him to grow up into a creep.
"Hey, Irene!" The small child in question climbed into my lap, grinning up at me with big green eyes. "We should go for a walk!"
"...To where?"
"Anywhere! You haven't seen the village completely yet, have you? I can give you a tour!"
Shippō and I seemed to have bonded a little over the emotional conversation we had a few days ago, so the barrier I normally felt when talking to people had vanished around him and he seemed to have formed a strange attachment to me. Perhaps it was because he was a child, or maybe even simply because we both could relate to each other in some way, but he quickly became my new best friend in this strange land.
I wasn't exactly keen on leaving the hut, but I was extremely bored and Shippō was intent on showing me around. Kaede had been letting me wear some old kimonos of hers, as even if my clothes were fixed it would only aggravate my wound trying to change in and out of them. Kimonos were easy to take on-and-off in comparison.
Also quite comfortable, as I was beginning to learn. The fabric was rather soft on the majority of them. Slowly standing, I picked Shippō up and held him in my arms. He was much lighter than any other child I held. Eight pounds, maybe? So light. I headed in the direction he told me to, making my way over to a rice field. "That's where they plant everything! Rice, vegetables, and all sorts of stuff! And if you follow this path and go through the forest you'll end up at the Bone-Eater's well! Wanna see it?"
I stopped just a few feet away from the entry to the forest. I looked at Shippō, recalling what happened the previous day with great detail. "But… demons are… mean demons are in there..."
"Sometimes, yeah. But after you got attacked the one day Inuyasha went and swept through the place with tetsusaiga to make sure anymore super dangerous ones were gone!" The fox demon explained. "It was bad enough you got attacked, but he didn't want to risk Kagome getting hurt, too. He may act like a jerk, but Inuyasha does have his nice days. He kills anything that could be a threat to us or the village."
His words helped calm my anxiety a little, but there was still a nagging doubt in the back of my mind. The more I learned about the half-demon the less I disliked him, but at the same time I was still uncomfortable around him. He was just so angry all the time and… I don't handle being yelled at very good. It makes me feel like I did something wrong, and like I was worthless. I hated it. Still… he didn't seem to be a bad person.
He saved me twice now, after all, when he didn't need to. He claimed it was because he would get chewed out for leaving me to die, but the way Shippō and Kaede talk makes it sound like he really does care for people- he just doesn't like to admit it. Wait a minute.
Is Inuyasha a tsundere? The thought amused me, my brain comparing him to classic anime character tropes. It certainly explained a lot to my oxygen deprived brain. Well, I mean, I don't think we can be friends, but I'd still like to try… at least.
He's just so hard to get along with.
"What's wrong, Irene?" Shippō asked, looking up at me with a worried frown. "You're sighing again."
Oh. Oops. I've been doing that a lot, haven't I?
"See! You did it again- just there!"
I made a face at that. "Sorry. I was just… thinking."
"About home?"
Not particularly, but I'll let you think that. I gave a small shrug in response, not really wanting to talk about my personal feelings anymore than I had already. Deciding now would be a good time to distract the small child I began to walk into the forest, praying that Inuyasha really did destroy any demons that would come off as threats and that Shippō's words weren't just an exaggeration.
The fox demon was telling me all about how whenever Kagome wishes to return home they all head back to Kaede's village. The place was a bit of a safe haven for them, where they could rest and not worry about being attacked. Of course, there was the odd time here-or-there where one of them were being targeted and as such the trouble came to the village, but that didn't happen often. "Grandma Kaede is really nice! I'm sure you've noticed, but she's also really wise. She gives us advice all the time!"
I nodded at his words. I did notice, and that was half the reason I felt so bad for taking up so much of her time. I was extremely grateful for everything she's done; she gave me a roof over my head, clothes to wear, food to eat… and was even using the medicine Kagome left behind as well as her own special herbal brews to care for my wounds. I appreciated everything, but… I felt like such a nuisance.
I don't want to die, but without my nebulizer I feel like I'm going to end up doing so anyway. The only thing keeping me alive right now was the fact that the air here was so clean.
After about fifteen to twenty minutes we finally arrived at the old well. I walked up to it, Shippō hopping out of my arms to land on the wooden rim of the well. He looked down, pointing inside. "This is where Kagome comes to go home! I've only seen it a few times, but-" The young fox cut himself off, the dark musty inside of the well suddenly shining with a blue light. My eyes widened, instantly recognizing that light as the same light that had surrounded me and Maria as we fell through the ground.
Yes, there was a red light that had shone when we touched the rock and had burned through my leg, but there was also a blue light. That blue light had shone and glimmered like the night sky, almost as though we were in space itself. I watched with bated breath as the light grew brighter and brighter, walking forward and staring down inside the well with big curiosity. My heart raced with anticipation, and though it left me dizzy I paid it little mind. My attention was focused solely on the young teenage girl appearing at the bottom of the well, the light fading away around her as she dropped her ridiculously huge yellow backpack on the ground.
"Phew!" She gasped, rolling one of her shoulders. "I packed more than I should've… so heavy…"
"K… Kagome!?" I called out, breathless, wanting to make sure that what I saw was real. The young Japanese girl looked up in surprise, a small smile spreading across her face. She raised a hand up in the air and waved at me and my demon companion.
"Hey! Irene, Shippō! Sorry I'm late! I had to take a few make-up tests!" The girl put her backpack on and walked over to the vines sprawled over the old stone walls, grabbing onto them and climbing up slowly. "I'm glad… to see that you're doing better!" She heaved, pulling herself up onto the wooden ledge and rolling onto the ground. Kagome removed herself from the yellow bag and got onto her knees, opening it. "I brought some stuff for you!"
I blinked, utterly confused when she pulled out a medium-sized box colored such a bright yellow it almost rivalled her backpack. It was only when I saw the sides of it that realization hit me. It was a portable outlet. It looked much bigger and much chunkier than what I've seen back home, but… it was definitely a portable power outlet. Did Kagome-?
"Annnd also medicine! Tada~!" She held up something up that looked so familiar I almost cried. A white portable- if not slightly outdated- nebulizer. "I talked to my Grandpa and he managed to come up with some nonsense about his health, and after some lies about his breathing we were able to get one! It was easy considering how old he is." She made a face, lowering the item, and said, "The doctor did put him on an inhaler now, since all the dust from cleaning the shrine has gotten to him. But it's all good!"
Kagome… and her grandfather… lied. They lied… to help me?
The girl let out a yelp when I suddenly fell to my knees and hugged her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders tightly. My eyes burned hotly, stinging with tears, and my lips curled back as I choked down a sob. Kagome's expression softened and, after setting the nebulizer down, reciprocated my embrace. "I'm really sorry it took so long to get back to you… but it's okay now."
Shippō looked at the small nebulizer and the portable outlet in fascination, stunned by the fact that this was going to help my lungs. "It's a good thing you can travel, Kagome," He commented, poking the top of the outlet box in curiosity, "otherwise I don't think she'd make it. Her wounds have been healing, but her breathing keeps getting more shallow by the day!"
Kagome and I pulled away from each other, the girl packing everything back into the bag and me wiping at my face and trying my hardest to keep my emotions in check. I had to stay calm- at least for now. We both stood, and we were all about to start walking when a flash of red appeared and Inuyasha was in front of us. "KAGOME! It's about time! We have to get looking for the jewel shards!"
"I know, Inuyasha." She told him, behavior taking a total turn as she became grumpy. "Jeez," She muttered, "you can at least pretend to be happy I'm back."
"Hah? The hell you talking about?"
"Nothing." She sighed. "Forget it. Let's get back to the village. Irene can take the medicine I brought and we can head out for Akebi afterwards."
Inuyasha's ears twitched. He looked at me, hands in his sleeves. "Medicine?"
"You'll see." Kagome hummed, walking forward. She then came to an abrupt stop, looking at me. "Actually, you know what? Inuyasha- can you carry Irene and my bag to Kaede's hut? The faster she takes the medicine the better."
He opened his mouth to complain, but thought better of it. Next thing I knew he had the bag on his back, and I was being scooped up into his arms. Fully aware of the situation this time the awkwardness that was my entire being hit and I was left a stammering, flustered mess. I tried to protest, to tell him to set me down and that I'd be fine for a few more minutes, but I wound up coughing into my shoulder and gasping for air instead.
"Hurry!" Kagome shouted, and with a scoff of indignation Inuyasha took off running. A small shriek escaped my lips and I grabbed onto his kimono, wondering briefly if he had moved this fast last time when he found me being attacked by that giant demon. The half-demon leapt high up into the air, and I flinched when we were leaping off one tree branch to another. I was scared we were going to get hit by one of the branches or a spider was going to land on us. I abhorred bugs with a passion.
...Myoga was an exception. He was a decent enough person.
I think I blacked out sometime during the rush to the village, because one moment we were still in the forest and the next Inuyasha was kicking the hanging door out of his way, shouting for the old priestess as we entered the hut. I could scarcely breathe. Inuyasha put me down with surprising carefulness, resting my back against the wall, before sliding the huge bag off his arms and setting it down. He rummaged through it, pulling out several different objects and asking if it was the medicine Kagome was talking about.
Dazed and vision starting to blur, I shook my head slowly. "N-No…" How to describe it? "Wh-White…" My fingers twitched. "Machine."
"Machine?" He echoed, confused, before pulling out three different objects until he landed on the right one. Inuyasha held it in the air. "This?"
I nodded. I then reached out with my hand weakly. "G-Give… bag…"
The half-demon didn't argue, sliding the huge pack over towards me so it was at my left side, and set the small white machine on my lap. I tiredly rummaged through the bag, grunting in pain when I tried to lift the huge portable outlet up with just one hand. Inuyasha was quick to help, lifting the item without any trouble or hesitation and setting it in front of me. "This?"
Another nod. I rummaged a bit more, stopping only once I found the mouthpiece, tube, and the box of medicine. The half-demon looked bothered by all the items, but watched in silence as I quietly got to work. I plugged the nebulizer into the portable outlet, stuck the tube onto the mouthpiece and nebulizer, and ripped open the box with the medicine. I had to tear open the packaging so I could get to the packets, and then had to rip off one of the many little tubes of medicine before I could pour it into the mouthpiece. When I was finally done I pressed the black button, inhaling the medicine and leaning my head back as instant relief rushed over me.
Inuyasha's ears twitched again, the teen sitting on all fours in a fashion similar to a dog, and made a face at the noisy machine. "This is what you needed? I know your guys' time is far more advanced than ours, but to think that can help your lungs…"
I said nothing and made no movement, too focused on inhaling medicine to care about anything else. I had never felt so alive until this moment, having suffered for so long without being able to use the nebulizer. Inuyasha and I sat there in silence for ten minutes, nothing being said until Kagome and Shippō arrived together. The fox demon was startled to hear how noisy the machine was, jumping a little when he saw it, and watched with big eyes as smoke drifted out of the top of the mouthpiece.
"This is so weird~ Kagome, you really lugged these things in your bag!?"
Kagome nodded, stretching loudly before slumping over. "I thought my back was going to break…"
I gave her an apologetic look, finally feeling good enough to join the conversation again. Kagome grabbed her back and began to take out several bags of chips and instant ramen, along with some bentos. I blinked, having not expected such a thing, and had to remind myself for a moment that this was Japan.
"I made some lunch for everyone! Sango and Miroku aren't here so I excluded them, but I made enough for you guys!"
Let me tell you, the smell as Inuyasha and Shippō opened their bentos was amazing. My stomach grumbled so loudly and my mouth almost watering at the sight of normal food. Was that an omelette? Rice? Chicken? If I didn't need to inhale the medicine so badly I probably would have chucked it in favor of food, but my lungs were so deprived.
Fifteen more minutes passed before there was no more smoke exuding from the mouthpiece, and the medicine was effectively inhaled. I popped the piece out of my mouth with a loud, audible gasp. I proceeded to stretch my legs out, exclaiming, "I live~!"
I still felt a bit weak, but that was to be expected considering I went so long without it. I pulled the pieces apart and wrapped them up, setting them into the bag I found them in. A small bag within the big neon bag. Why did Kagome bring two? Unless… ah, yeah, that makes sense. She probably expects me to carry the machines. Understandable.
"Feewing better?" Inuyasha asked, mouth full of ramen. He had long since finished the bento Kagome made, and was working on eating the other snacks she brought. Shippo was eating candy. The group looked at me, Kagome pulling out a bento and setting it down next to her. I crawled over, pointing at it anxiously, and she nodded with an amused smile.
"Yes!" I cheered, both answering the half-demon's question and being excited for food. I opened it, accepting the chopsticks Kagome handed me cautiously. I had gotten better at eating with them thanks to instruction from Kaede, but I was still a little awkward. "Thank you~ oh my god this smells so good!"
I lifted the bento up to my face, giggling excitedly to myself. Shippō made a face, grinning. "You know, you're acting really childish now that you can breathe."
"Yes, yes, yes!" I hummed, hovering my chopsticks over the different parts of the bento in decision over which one to eat first. "Guilty as charged. I'm a child. Fight me. Oh my god. Kagome, you are a literal angel from above and I thank you!" I cut at the omelette with the chopsticks, picking up a piece and biting into it. I swayed a little in my seat, continuing to hum as I chewed with my eyes closed and a smile on my face.
Kagome raised a hand to her mouth, smiling. "I don't think I'm that great, but I'm glad you're doing better!"
Swallowing the egg piece, I almost started crying again. "It tastes so good! Kagome! Kagome! I love you! You're amazing! You angel! You majestic human being!"
She was starting to turn a little pink this time, flustered by all the praise. Kagome was clearly enjoying the compliments though. "Come on- flattery will get you nowhere. I do wish I could take you back with me, though; I'm sure you could use a real bath."
I didn't say anything at that, both not knowing what to say and because I also didn't want to think about it. Shippō spoke for me, commenting as licked a lollipop, "She hasn't even tried to the Bone-Eater's well yet! I don't see why, considering if it did work she could just come right back."
Ah. Wait a minute. That makes sense. I chewed on the teriyaki chicken for a moment, savoring the delectable sauce, and commented, "I mean… I guess I could try it... " I was thinking that it was a one-way ticket back when it was suggested during my arrival. However, Kagome could go back-and-forth without any trouble. "I mean, I'd still be in Japan and not America, but it would be nice to see 2018 again."
Kagome suddenly balked. "Wh-What!?" I blinked, turning to face as I bit into another piece of omelette. Inuyasha and Shippō looked startled at her reaction. "What did you say!?"
"I wouldn't be in America?"
"No, after that!" She cried out, standing up and looking down at me. "You said 2018!"
"Uh, yeah…" I don't get it. Unless… no. Realization dawned on my face. "You're not…"
Kagome nodded frantically. "I'm from 1996!"
Kaede walked in at this exact moment, overhearing the conversation take place. Inuyasha and Shippō stopped eating, coming to an understanding of what this meant. The old priestess spoke, staring at us with her hands laced behind her back. "Ye both come from different times… and for what reason?"
If I am able to go through the well… I wouldn't be in my own era. In fact, I wouldn't have even been born yet. Would this cause a time paradox if I was able to travel to Kagome's era? What about Maria? What would happen to us? Would the world fall apart? Would I somehow do something that would prevent our very existence? Does this mean Kagome is actually my elder despite me biologically, in this moment, being an adult and her a teen?
What the heck!?
I lowered my head, groaning. "My brain hurts."
Chapter 4: The Mysterious Power of the Shikigami
Chapter Text
It was decided that I'd still try the well anyway. I wasn't born yet and I had no family in Japan so what could it hurt? I was against it, but Kagome was determined. Inuyasha carried us both on his back to the well, where Kagome instructed me to jump in. I refused to do so, for the knowledge that if it didn't work I was going to end up with some severely sprained ankles, and instead cautiously climbed down the vines.
When I was a few feet away I let go of the vines and jumped.
My feet touched the ground.
Nothing happened. I was mildly disappointed, but at the same time I knew it wouldn't have worked. Why would it? I wasn't from 1996. I was almost two decades ahead of Kagome's time period. Not bothering to call up to Inuyasha and Kagome I walked over and grabbed the vines, pulling on them a little to make sure they wouldn't tear apart. A small sigh left my lips as I climbed, and though I didn't look up to see them I could hear their voices as they called out to me.
"It didn't work!?" Kagome exclaimed, frustrated.
"Of course it didn't work!" Inuyasha snapped. "She didn't come here through the well, so the well is useless!"
"Sorry if I was being hopeful!" She retorted, angry. "You can never know with these things! In a world full of demons it feels like anything can happen! I wanted to be sure!"
"Whatever. It still just goes to show that we need to go to Akebi Village. She arrived near there, right? We might find a way home for her there."
Okay, that's it. I thought, heaving myself up over the ledge and rolling onto the ground with a pained grunt. I pushed myself onto my feet, wobbling a little, before catching my balance and looking at them. "I'm not going anywhere without Maria! The well was okay s-since, you know, it… goes back-and-forth, but since it doesn't work I'm not risking any other… other…" What was a good word? "Pass...Path...Passage?" That works. "Until we have her."
Inuyasha huffed and crossed his arms, hands in his sleeves. "Fine. Let's just go already."
"Inuyasha!" Kagome scolded, glaring at him. "Don't be so insensitive!"
"What? How am I being insensitive!?"
"She's clearly worried! God, can't you even think a little about how she feels!?"
The half-demon spun on his heels to face the girl, glaring her down. "What- you think I haven't already had this conversation!? You forget; I'm half demon! All I care about is getting the jewel shards as quickly as possible! If she can find her sister and a way home? Good for her. I don't care."
"Urgh-!" Kagome stomped her foot on the ground. Inuyasha flinched, horror dawning on his face as he took a fearful step back. He held his hands up defensively. "Inuyasha!"
"N-No, wait, Kagome, don't! Not-"
"Sit!"
I yelped and jumped back, nearly falling into the well, when Inuyasha's necklace suddenly lit up and dragged him into the ground with incredible force. He slammed hard into the earth, leaving an indent in the ground. As he lifted his face up, I was amazed by how his nose wasn't broken or bleeding. "Damn it… why…?"
My mouth was agape in shock. Just how did Kagome…? Why was Inuyasha face-planting by the word "sit"? I looked between them, blinking expectantly and waiting for an explanation as I pointed at him. "H-How did- what just- explain!?"
Kagome grinned, almost triumphantly. She stood up straight, one hand on her hip and the other in the air, an index finger raised knowingly. "The enchanted beads around his neck! Whenever I say the word Inuyasha has no choice but to listen!"
The half-demon leapt up onto his feet, pulling at the necklace angrily. "Which is bullshit! I don't need 'em, but she refuses to take 'em off! It's not like I'm going anywhere! Only you can see the shards!"
"Sit."
I flinched, wincing at the sound of how hard he was hitting the ground. How badly does that hurt? I held a hand up, turning to Kagome nervously and stammering, "I-I don't think that one was really necessary…"
"It's fine." She responded, before grabbing the sleeve of the kimono I was wearing and pulling me with her as she walked off towards the village. "Now let's go! Kaede's finished mending the clothes you wore when you showed up, so you can change into those after a nice bath. You can even borrow my shampoo and conditioner!"
"O-Oh, uh, th-thank you…"
Kagome just smiled at me. Inuyasha was left behind, shouting at Kagome for being a terrible person and making him "sit" all the time.
…
Now that I was properly looking at the clothes I was amazed by how good they looked. It was as if they've never been torn in the first place. I gave Kaede an awkward hug and thanked her, and changed into them after a cold bath in the lake. Kagome and Kaede both suggested buying some supplies before we headed out for the village, but I had no money to buy anything. It wasn't like I brought my wallet to the restaurant, since Maria had insisted on paying for our meals. I arrived in this era without it.
When I informed the young teen of this she spoke of how this could indeed be a problem, and bought some antidotes for poison herself. Kagome said they always had a bad habit of running into poisonous insects, as well as some pretty powerful miasma, so it would be good to be prepared. "So… how long is it gonna take to get there?" I asked, watching as Kagome readied her bright pink, out-of-place bicycle.
"Oh, about a day at most if we walk." She answered, climbing on and setting Shippō in the basket. The young fox demon was still munching on some of the left-over candy. "But since we're running there we should get there in just a few hours- give or take a few breaks in between to rest."
I stared at her blankly, re-situation the blue backpack on my back that held the nebulizer and portable outlet. "You're… kidding, right?" We weren't going to ride on the back of a hay wagon or something? What about all the demons? "What if we're attacked?"
"Inuyasha will take care of them." She responded, smiling a little, equipping a short bow and a quiver full of arrows. "I'm not too shabby as an archer, either, I think. We'll protect you."
"Yeah!" Shippō pitched in, grinning at me. "I'll even use my fox fire! You just stay behind me, and you'll be safe! You can't fight, after all, so a weak human like you should hide behind strong demons like me and Inuyasha!"
"I thought Inuyasha was half demon?"
"He is," The fox confirmed, crossing his arms, "but even though he doesn't have brains he does have plenty of brawn. It's his only good trait."
I blinked, watching as a familiar teen in a red kimono walked up behind the bike, staring down at the boy with fuming amber eyes. "What was that?" Shippō wasn't given any time to prepare for the onslaught of punches that hit his head, the small child crying out in pain and wailing to Kagome about how Inuyasha was hurting him. Kagome turned towards the half-demon, expression contorting into anger. The half-demon started to panic, raising his hands up. "W-Wait, Kagome! He actually deserved it that-"
"Sit, boy!"
A loud THWACK made it known to everyone who couldn't see that Inuyasha had received another daily dose of punishment. As I watched him push himself off the ground, I came to the conclusion that Kagome might not be as angelic as I previously thought she was. "Damn it all…" Inuyasha spat out some dirt that had gotten into his mouth, wrinkling his nose. "One of these days I'm gonna get you back for this!"
"Hmph!" Kagome sat down on her bike, yellow bag strapped to her back. "Just hurry up and grab Irene. The faster we get to Akebi Village the better. Didn't you guys mention that Myoga said there was a demon there?"
The flea demon made himself known from a spot on my shoulder, speaking up and startling me as I did not know he was there. "That's right! A demon kidnapping and eating villagers! We'll have to explain that sweet little Irene here isn't a demon, but that should be no trouble!"
"Sweet?" I echoed, dumbfounded. I squinted at Myoga, making a face. I've been told several times that I was too nice or empathetic back in my time, but for someone I just met to call me "sweet" was a little… weird. "Define what you mean by that, please."
"Well," Myoga chuckled, jumping off my shoulder and into one of my hands, "by your blood, of course! Also, from what I've seen you're of a rather timid sort aren't you?"
I opened my mouth to argue, only to pause and close it. "I… I think I'm more awkward than timid…?" I scratched the back of my head, ruffling my already messy hair in thought. "I guess you're not wrong, though…"
Inuyasha snorted at the conversation and pushed himself up, stretching and popping his back. "She's as meek as a mouse! It's a wonder how she even had the guts to snap at me when she's too scared to leave Kaede's house without an escort!"
"Hey!" I argued, turning to face him, "It's you guys who won't let me leave by myself! I fully volunteered to wander into the forest by myself, but… but you all won't let me 'cause of the demons…" My voice and retort lost its momentum, knowing with each word I spoke that if I did go by myself I would definitely get eaten alive. I had no means to protect myself, after all, despite what Inuyasha's claims were of me being able to wield a red light.
"Whatever. You already know I'm right." He scoffed, walking over to me. I pouted a little, glaring up at him in stubborn frustration. I didn't want to admit defeat, but he was correct. I watched as he turned around, and I stepped back in surprise when he squatted down with hands held out behind him. Inuyasha looked expectantly over his shoulder, staring at me. "Well? Hurry up and get on! We'd have you riding Kagome's bike, but she said that would probably hurt your lungs again."
I turned to Kagome in shock, stunned to see that she'd have thought so far ahead in consideration of my health. She really was far too kind. Although she did seem to have some sort of grudge against Inuyasha… what with making him face-plant all the time. The young girl nodded at me, smiling encouragingly, and with that I hesitantly stepped forward and climbed onto the half-demon's back. Inuyasha grabbed my legs and hoisted me up as he stood, my arms wrapping around his shoulders instinctively in an attempt to not fall.
Okay, this is weird. I'm not too sure I like this. I know he carried me before, but I was too tired and half-dead to care. And, yeah, he did carry me around the village sometimes when my leg hurt too much to walk on, but this was different. I could breathe and walk now, and though my shoulder still stung it didn't hurt to move as much anymore. I didn't have to lean on anyone now. But this was for travelling to another village; there was no need for him to have to lug me around. He acts mean, but he's still kinda nice…?
Doesn't make this any less awkward.
Pushing his hair out of my face, I held onto his shoulders only to let out a sudden yelp when he started running, leaping into the air without any warning. I flinched and ducked down, terrified we were going to be hit by some tree branches, and watched as his feet touched ground only to continue dashing at an incredibly fast pace. Kagome was even managing to keep up, too, standing on her bike and pedalling away with a determined shout.
Shippō clung to the basket, biting off what was left of his lollipop. The small child was so calm, acting as if he were completely used to this kind of travel. "Hey, guys," I called out, curious about something, "how do you know we're going the right way!?"
"We've travelled by here several times!" Kagome answered, determined to keep the speed of the bike at a pace matching Inuyasha's run. The half-demon leapt into the air again and I ducked when I caught sight of a nearby branch, but soon noticed that even though he jumped at such incredible height he always remained low enough to avoid being hit. Impressive. "Akebi is a neighboring village, after all! It's not like it's our first time passing by it!"
"And at this pace," Inuyasha interrupted, continuing the conversation, "we should get there before sundown!"
Oh. Well then. That works. Huh. I leaned back down, watching as the ground passed by below us, and closed my eyes.
Is this really what my life is now? I thought, biting down on my bottom lip. If this was how my side of the story was going, what would be going on with Maria? I hoped she was okay. I got lucky on my end, but what about her? Was she safe? Surviving? I'll find you… I promise.
I just hope she's in one piece.
…
Demons were terrifying. If I hadn't known that already I would have learned it now after we encountered more than a handful of them. It was as if we had targets painted on our backs, monsters varying from bugs to ogres appearing and trying to eat us alive. With each encounter I had to hold on to Inuyasha for dear life, praying he wouldn't drop me as he slashed at the demons with his bare hands, his long sharp nails raking through their flesh with ease. Occasionally, if a stronger than average demon appeared, he would unsheathe his sword- which would then transform into a much larger blade that was curved like a fang, and was adorned with a fur handle.
Despite its size he managed to wield it with one hand, keeping a firm hold of me with only his singular arm, and sliced the demons to bit. Kagome would even sometimes pitch it, hitting the demons with surprising accuracy as she shot arrows at them. I felt totally useless as they protected me, and could only watch from my spot on the half-demon's back as they cleared horde after horde of demons. When things got particularly gory and I got scared of the blood and guts, or was terrified of getting hit as Inuyasha rushed into battle, I buried my face in his shoulder and hair.
Landing on the ground after about the twentieth battle Inuyasha sheathed his sword and flexed his arm, cracking his neck. He looked back at me. "You okay? You're shaking."
"I-I'm fine." I stammered, voice cracking a little as I looked at the corpse on the ground. "Th-Thanks."
He raised an eyebrow, not believing me. Kagome rode up in her bike, concern in her gaze. "Maybe we should take a break? We've been running for a while now."
"You serious, Kagome?" Inuyasha asked, turning to look at her. "It's only been a few hours! We can still move."
"Maybe, but Irene isn't used to this way of life yet." Shippō nodded in agreement at her words. I refused to look at any of them, feeling a little ashamed of myself. "I think she could use a rest."
"Ugh. Alright. Here." The half-demon knelt down, trying to set me on my feet. I jolted, alarmed, and shook my head vehemently.
"N-No, it's fine! It's fine! W-We can keep going."
"Just shut up and get off of me, already! You're trembling like a leaf!" Urk. Okay. Fingers tightening their hold on his kimono for a moment, I reluctantly let go and set my feet on the ground. My legs almost gave out on me and I yelped, grabbing onto the half-demon's arm to catch myself. "Seriously? You can't even walk!"
"I-I'm sorry!" I flinched. "I'm sorry."
"Will you stop apologizing!? I told you how annoying that is!"
Shippō bounded forward, calling out to Inuyasha. "Quit yelling at her! Haven't you figured out she's shy?"
Inuyasha scoffed at that. "Bullshit. She's a wimp, but she isn't shy. Once we figure out how to get her to use that weird power of hers she'll toughen up."
"I don't have any powers." I grumbled, letting go of his arm and sitting down on the ground. My leg ached, and I shifted a little so that I could place a hand gingerly over the bandage. I said that line so many times, and yet Kaede's words still nagged at me. The summoning spell needed someone with a power similar to that of the summoner in order for it to work, but as far as I can remember I was the only one who touched the pentagram. I was also a rebound, so the burn on my leg is the only explanation as to why I can even understand what anyone is saying to me and why I'm able to talk back to them.
I was left so conflicted by everything.
A hand on my shoulder snapped me out of my thoughts and I jumped, looking up at Kagome in alarm. She gave an apologetic look and said, "I'm going to go look for some herbs. Stay here with Shippō, okay? He'll keep you safe if anymore demons show up." The young teen glanced at the corpse across from us, a disgusted look forming on her pretty features. "Inuyasha! Can you get rid of that!? I don't want to eat next to a dead body."
"What?" The half-demon had already sat down against a tree, hands in his sleeves and legs crossed. "We ate in the middle of several battlegrounds before! What's wrong with one little demon?"
"Little? That thing's huge! I'm sorry, but Irene and I are not as immune to these things as you are!" It was a little weird having Kagome speak for me when she didn't know me that well, but I had to agree with her. I don't think I could eat anything with that demon and its entrails just lying there.
The half-demon rolled his eyes, grouchily standing back up. "Jeez, alright already! I'm going. You're such a pain."
"Oh, I am, am I?" Kagome placed her hands on her hips, leaning over and glaring at me. "Well, I'm sorry if I'm a lady of good taste!" Inuyasha snorted at that. "What's so funny!? It's true!"
"You wish." He walked over, picking up the top half of the demon he killed. I cringed and quickly looked away, unable to watch as more of its insides started to spill out. Kagome looked away as well, covering her eyes with her hands. "Oh, grow up! It's just a corpse!"
"I'm a demon," Shippō began, scrunching his nose up, "but even I think that's gross. You're really something special, you know that, Inuyasha?"
"I am so done with you all."
Gods, the sounds of the demon's body being moved was near vomit-inducing. I can hear its guts sloshing around, and Inuyasha stepping in all the blood. Whatever appetite I had was totally gone now. Several minutes past and Kagome was nowhere to be seen, having left to wander the forest for plants. Shippō sat in my lap, talking to me about all the good foods Kagome brings with them on their adventures, and how he really liked the ramen they normally ate.
"We sometimes eat fish, too, but since there's no river or stream nearby I think we're gonna have to hunt something. Kagome or Inuyasha normally do that, but Kagome hates skinning it." Oh gods, we're eating game? They're not gonna make me skin it are they? I don't know the first thing about it and I really don't think I could stomach gutting the poor creature. Ew. "Are you okay? You look a little pale… you're not sick, are you?"
"I'm… fine." I choked out, making a face. My stomach was really unhappy. "Just, uh… queasy."
"...Oh, I see. You're like Kagome."
Yeah, sure. Let's go with that.
After a few more minutes Inuyasha returned, a dead rabbit in his hands. "Think this will be good, you guys? It's not a lot, but the ruckus scared away most of the other animals. Kagome can probably shoot down a bird or something."
"I'm up for it!" Shippō exclaimed, leaping out of my land and bounding over to Inuyasha. "You wanna stay here with Irene while I go collect some firewood? Kagome doesn't want her to be left alone."
The half-demon looked at me skeptically, before shrugging. "I guess. Just make it quick."
"Thank you!" With that the fox demon took off. These guys… they really are used to the wild life, huh? How has Kagome been living with all this? Oh right, she can return home whenever she wants. I hoped Maria's situation was better than this one. Maybe she was found by a nice family and she was getting real meals. Inuyasha sat down and flexed his fingers, reaching towards the belly of the rabbit with his sharp nails.
No, not nails. They were… claws, weren't they?
Oh, gross. No, nope. Not doing this. Ew. Ohhh, that poor bunny. I looked away with a cringe, bringing the back of my hand up to my mouth as Inuyasha sliced its stomach open. "Y-You guys… are really used to this, huh?"
"Yeah, I guess." The half-demon responded, not really paying much attention as he gutted the poor creature. "This world is a lot different from the one you and Kagome live in. Here it's kill or be killed, and you have to do whatever is necessary to survive. You guys are lucky I'm here, otherwise you wouldn't make it past morning."
Well, he's certainly confident, isn't he? I don't think he's wrong though. "F-Fair enough."
"Aha~ there we go! Now for the fur."
Please don't narrate. I beg of you. Bushes rustled and a familiar teenager in a school uniform walked out, several plants in her hands. "I found some medicinal herbs! Now if we get any injuries I can use these and save the medicine I brought with me for something more serious. Also found some plants to help season-" Her gaze landed on Inuyasha and the dead rabbit. "-the… food…"
She spun on her heel, facing me instead. Her smile was now strained.
"What do you think? Thyme sound good? We could probably use the oregano to help with your lungs." Um, sure. Okay. "I might be able to brew it into a tea… it's been a while, but it's worth a shot!" She walked over and knelt down, grabbing her large yellow backpack from the bike and setting it on the ground. I blinked, realizing I was still wearing mine, and pulled it off my shoulders. When I looked back at Kagome she was already getting out a tea kettle and bottled waters. "Nothing like some caffeine and herbal medicine to boost the system!"
"R-Right…" I coughed a little, feeling a little wheezing in my chest. It was such a weird and painful feeling, but not one I wasn't used to. "Caffeine… would be nice."
Kagome's gaze flickered up, hearing how breathless I sounded, but didn't say anything about it. She then looked around, realizing we didn't have any wood to start a fire. "Hey, where's Shippō? I thought I told him to stay with you. Did he leave to get firewood?" I nodded, slowly raising a hand to point at Inuyasha. "Asked him to watch you?"
Wow, she's good at charades. I'm impressed. Kagome was a little violent and had a temper, but she wasn't an idiot and was really nice most of the time. She was also very good at archery and fairly skilled in the art of medicine. Compared to me, whose only talents lied in art, music, and terrible puns… I was incredibly inferior. She was also literally the reincarnation of a dead priestess, and as such had holy powers?
For someone who was only fifteen she was a very accomplished teenager.
"Guess I'll study until he gets back then." Kagome sighed. I blinked, confused by her words, and only understood when she pulled out several large textbooks from her backpack. "Just because I come here most of the time doesn't mean I can slack off! I need to graduate middle school."
Okay. Let's add to the list the fact that Kagome is an extremely studious student who doesn't care about the fact that she might possibly die the next day. Wow.
…
By the time Shippō returned the rabbit was already gutted and skinned, and ready to be cooked. Kagome boiled tea and Inuyasha roasted the rabbit, and by the time it was seasoned and ready to be eaten my appetite had finally returned. I was a little reluctant to eat it, wondering if it was safe and if there would be any diseases caught from eating wild game like this, but everyone else was munching down without hesitation. I took my first bite.
I chewed slowly, the flavor spreading along my tongue, and found that while it tasted a lot like chicken it was also rather dry. The meat was also quite tough. "It's… It's good." I stated in surprise, stunned. Kagome smiled at me, amused by my reaction.
"What did I tell you? The process is a little nasty, but the long walks and travelling makes it taste a little better than usual." Makes sense. The Kagome added to it to increase the flavor helped a lot, too. I reached down and picked up a small cup of the tea Kagome poured me, blowing on the hot liquid and taking a sip.
"It's so good~." I love tea. Floral tea was my favorite, but this wasn't too bad either. "Thank you for the food! And… literally everything else."
Kagome giggled and Shippo shook his head with a small smile. Inuyasha acted like he didn't care. After we finished eating Kagome showed me what several of the herbs she picked were, telling about their different uses, and packed them up. After she picked up her bike and I climbed back onto Inuyasha's back, we continued on our way to Akebi Village. There weren't as many demon encounters as there were the first half of the way, but we still ran into two or three until we actually made it to the village. We barely made it before the sun set.
"If only Miroku was here," Kagome lamented, sighing as she parked her bike near a tree. "He could trick someone into letting us stay the night. A warm bath and a real bed… that would be nice." So this is why she was so okay with lying to get my medicine; Miroku is the bad influence. It all makes sense now.
Now, who exactly this Miroku was I still had no idea, but it made me a little worried to meet him. I followed closely behind Kagome as we made our way into the village, clinging onto her sleeve like a small child.
"Ya'll are weak." Inuyasha insulted as he set me down on the ground. "There's nothing wrong with sleeping on grass."
"Bugs." I pointed out ducking my head down as we made our way into the village. Hopefully no one sees me, because I do not want another arrow in the shoulder. I coughed into my sleeve. "Lots… and lots of bugs."
"Snakes." Kagome continued, making a face at Inuyasha.
"It gets cold really easily." Shippō finished.
"I repeat; you're all weaklings. Anyway, we're here to ask about the demon, right?" Inuyasha looked at us for confirmation. "We should go find the villagers who attacked Irene when she first showed up here. If they've seen her then they might've seen her sister."
"Good point." The female teenager standing next to me agreed. I wasn't too sure about heading into the village with them, still scared about how people might try to attack me again, but I didn't voice my opinion. "We can explain to them about what happened, and they can help us learn more about the demon and Maria."
Explain to them what? That I fell through space and time and wound up near their village? Like they'd believe that. We should have had at least come up with a decent story to tell for when we get confronted. This isn't going to end well at all. Shippō, seeing me still worry, spoke up. "There really isn't anything to worry about. Remember- you have Inuyasha protecting you. He'll scare anyone off with his dog ears."
"Shippō…" The male teen growled, turning to glare at the small fox that had removed himself from the bike basket and was now resting on said half-demon's shoulder. "Do you wanna get hit?"
"Eek!" The fox demon jumped, landing on my shoulder. I winced a little at the small burst of pain, but said nothing. "Irene! Kagome! Inuyasha's threatening me again!"
"Will you two stop it?" Kagome hissed, sending them both a stern glare. "We need to get information about the demon!"
"Demon?" The conversation was interrupted by a stranger's voice. "You mean the one living in the old temple?" We all turned to see who it was. It was an older man, dressed in a dirty orange kimono, his black hair tied up in a top knot. "Are you going after it?"
"And what if I was?" Inuyasha challenged, narrowing his eyes at the man. "What are you gonna do about it?"
"O-Oh, uh nothing. We've been terrorized by the demon for a while now, so I was starting to think we were all going to get killed by it…"
"How long has it been attacking this village?" Kagome questioned. She placed a hand over the one I had on her arm, a gesture that was made to comfort me. I hid behind her, leaning down some so that my face couldn't be seen. I discovered that it was a little difficult using someone as a barrier when they were the same height as you. Curse my five-two stature.
"Only very recently." The man answered grimly, eyes lowering to the ground. "Before, when I was a child, he was satisfied with eating only stray animals… but now he's been taking anyone who so much as walks into the forest and drags them off to the temple to be eaten." His fingers curled into fists, trembling in rage at his sides. "So many have already been taken…"
Why… do I get the feeling that this man was close to one or two of the people who were taken? Something tightened in my chest, my heart aching for the losses the man must have went through. Just how scared did he feel, knowing he might never see the people he cared about again? I hoped that once we get enough information on the demon we could get there in time for Inuyasha and Kagome to save them.
The man raised his head and gestured to a nearby building, voice cracking just a little. "Just yesterday, a young girl named Sachi was taken from our village. She lived in that hut over there with her parents; she was such a sweet child. Never argued, a little timid with the other children… but she loved to help with the farm work. And ever since her kidnapping her parents haven't been able to focus on anything else except finding her." He turned back to look at us, despairing over the situation. "Everyone is now too scared to even think about leaving the village! How are we supposed to make a living if we can't chop wood or hunt in order to feed our families!? If someone doesn't do something… we're all going to die like this!"
Inuyasha stepped forward at those words, a smirk spreading across his face. He pulled his hands out of his sleeves and cracked his knuckles, rolling his neck until several popping noises could be heard. "Then it's a good thing I'm here; I'll slice that pathetic demon in half."
The man's misty eyes went wide with shock, unable to believe what he was hearing. "Y-You will!? You'll kill the spider demon!?"
S-Spider? Oh no.
"Damn straight!" The half-demon declared, resting a hand on the sword strapped to his hip. "It won't stand a chance against me. And since there's the possibility that it has a shard of the Sacred Jewel I have to kill it."
Ugh, the demon isn't like… big, is it? I can't stop imagining big bulging red eyes and long hairy… legs… and mandibles… a-and… oh gods. I shivered, pulling away from Kagome and rubbing at my arms, goosebumps spreading along my skin in fright. I don't want to do this. Nope. It's bad enough I'm in the village belonging to the people who tried to kill me, but an evil demon spider that wants to eat people? I can't stand bugs; they're disgusting and creepy, and gross.
"Y-You really mean to… Oh, thank goodness! Our prayers have been answered!" The man clapped his hands together, bowing repeatedly to Inuyasha, before running off until he was in the middle of the village. "Everyone! Everyone, can you hear me!? Someone's come to slay the demon! We're going to be saved!"
Hanging doors were pushed aside as people walked out in curiosity, and multiple heads poked out of the windows of many huts. "A slayer? A demon slayer has come!?"
"The spider is going to be destroyed!?"
"Our village is being protected!?"
"What about our families!? Will they return them to us!?"
So many people walked out; I couldn't count them all. People even started showing up from the edge of the village, having heard the commotion as everyone started gathering around and asking questions. They looked so relieved and happy, many villagers started crying when they saw Inuyasha brandish his tetsusaiga and claim how he was going to kill the demon that was terrorizing them. Shippō shook his head at the drama, commenting on how all the praise was going to Inuyasha's head.
"He normally hates all this attention, but if they're complimenting his strength…"
"Come now, Shippō," Kagome laughed, "he is pretty strong. You can't deny that."
"Hey! I'm not denying anything. I'm just saying he's arrogant."
The half-demon's ear twitched upon hearing their conversation and he turned his irritable gaze onto them. "What was that, Shippō!?"
"Eek!" The fox demon squealed and did a flip from on my shoulder, dangling from the collar of my kimono with his little hindpaws pressed against my back for balance. "He's really mad now!"
I raised my eyebrows at that, staring at Shippō like he was being ridiculous. Which he was. He should know that insulting Inuyasha would make him angry; they've literally been arguing the entire time I've known them. Unless Shippō is doing it to make him angry… because that was their kind of friendship. Despite it all, they do seem to be close as whenever one of the demons we encountered went after Shippō Inuyasha wasted no time to rescue him. They acted a little like… brothers, maybe?
Maria and Darian always fought and wrestled when they were younger, and were pretty close now. I guess the dynamic is a little similar to that.
As I was watching them I stood up straight without realizing, and it was then that my eyes caught sight of a familiar kimono. Black orbs met brown and I froze, voice catching in my throat as my heart nearly stopped beating from fright. Memories of blind running and pain rushed through my mind and I stepped back, realizing at once why I recognized that person. Not looking to see what I was doing I reached out to grab Kagome, hand waving through the air until it touched a shoulder.
Kagome blinked, turning her head. "Huh?"
"Irene?" Shippō asked, frowning. "What's wrong?"
"You!" The villager was making his way over, pure and unadulterated rage directed at me forming on his face. It was just like when I first encountered him in the forest; his expression filled with complete loathing and an aura radiating with the thirst for blood. He… He wanted to kill me. Even more than the demons- they just wanted food, but this man… he wanted vengeance. He knew nothing of mercy now. "You're the demon that stole my daughter!"
And he was rushing right at me. Running. A hand raised in the air and aimed clear for my throat, murderous intent filling the air.
"Give her back, damn you!" Kagome's eyes widened and she reached out, ready to pull me out of the way to avoid the attack. Shippō let out a terrified gasp, clinging tightly to my kimono, arms wrapped around my back, squeezing his eyes shut. "I'll kill you!" The man was inches away my throat, but before he could grasp at my neck a fist rammed hard into the villager's face and sent him flying. The man toppled sideways, and would have hit the ground if Inuyasha didn't lunge forward and grab him by the front of his kimono, holding him up so that they were face-to-face. "L-Let go of me! We'll kill all you monsters! You're not our saviors, you're our murderers!"
Inuyasha ignored how the man spat in his face, and instead bared his fangs at the mortal. "Oh, so now I'm the monster!?" He snarled. "Says the guy who just about to hurt an innocent human woman!"
"I-Innocent…?" The man, through his now bruising eyes, looked at me. Shippō was shaking me, trying to get me to snap out of my daze, and Kagome had moved protectively in front of us- her arms held out to the sides. "That's not a human! Neither of you are! You're all demons!"
Inuyasha proceeded to toss the man around a bit unceremoniously, and stopped long enough for him to get another look. "Uh, yeah, she is! Take a good look." He dropped him on the ground, stepping back with a stern glare.
Kagome nodded her head firmly. "That girl isn't a demon, I promise. She's a human, just like you and me."
"Th-Then what's with that weird appearance!? Even you are dressed weirdly!"
"It's… a strange circumstance." Kagome faltered, unsure how to explain. "It's a special style where we're from. We're not from this area, you see? But I mean it when I say Irene wouldn't hurt anyone. When you attacked her she didn't fight back, right? Doesn't that go to show that she's human? Irene is just a foreigner."
The man frowned deeply, reluctantly, but for the first time truly looked at me. After a long moment his eyes widened and shame crossed his features, the man tearing his gaze away. "I… I see. You do… look pretty weak to be a demon."
"She's even injured!" Another villager pointed out, seeing my limp. I wanted to make a comment about I was here and that I didn't need to be spoken about if I was absent, but held my tongue. This wasn't the time. I feel so out of place, though… it's frustrating. I want to voice my thoughts, but I feel like something terrible will happen if I do so. Ugh. "There's no way she could have taken anyone!"
"Actually," The man stared at Kagome for a few more moments than necessary, "I remember being told about a nearby priestess in odd clothing that lives in a nearby village… you must be her!" The young girl gave an awkward smile and nodded, seeming rather flustered to be called a priestess.
Inuyasha looked quite pleased at their reactions. "Finally. Now you guys get it. About time."
"I'm… I'm so sorry." The man apologized, lowering his head guiltily. "Those injuries came from my hunting party, didn't it? I… shouldn't have attacked you. We were so panicked a-and I couldn't think straight. I was so scared of my own family being taken and then yesterday… it actually happened. Please, forgive me."
Oh, no. No, no, no. Don't do this. Please don't make me feel bad for hating you. You attacked me and haunted my dreams most nights; I do not want to feel sympathy or empathy for you. You are a jerk who attacked and tried to kill me, and if it wasn't for Inuyasha I would have bled out and died. I will not accept the fact that you were scared for your family and friends, and that… that's the reason why… why you…
My lips curled back and I choked, gripping my sleeves tightly as I shook my head. "Th-There's… nothing to apologize for. I-I get it. Makes sense."
The man looked up, surprised by my response. "Truly!? You're not mad?"
Head facing the ground, I gave a weak shrug. My voice was barely above a whisper. "How could I be?" My own sister was missing. Oh, that's right! I pulled the picture out of my pocket, unfolding it and holding it out for the man to see. "H-Have you seen this woman? I-I've been looking everywhere for her, but I can't find her."
The man stood, walking up to get a good look at the photo. Though I had forgiven him I was still scared, and it took all my willpower not to back away and hide behind Inuyasha. "That's… another foreigner, right? Such a strange visage. I've never seen hair of that color- well, except on your little friend there."
Shippō, surprised the man didn't think him a demon despite his own strange features, looked away semi-nervously. "Yeah, well, I'm, uh, not from around here either. And don't let Inuyasha fool you- he's only half demon."
"Half-? Oh. I see." The man seemed to relax at that, clearly having been worried about the silver hair and dog ears. Inuyasha's eye twitched. "Hmm… yeah. I'm sorry, but I haven't seen anyone like that. She is quite the beauty; I'd definitely remember if I encountered her. What about you guys?" He turned to the rest of the village. One-by-one villagers stepped up to observe the portrait Shippō drew of Maria, and each one said they had no clue where or who she was. Disappointment washed over me, defeat beginning to settle in as I slumped over, and I stuffed the drawing in my pocket.
"Okay… thanks, anyway…" It wasn't as if I didn't expect it; it just hurts when your worst fears came true and your anxiety is proven the winner.
"Damn it!" Inuyasha cursed loudly. "We finally find the place and there's nothing on your sister. What a waste of time."
"Hey, don't say that!" Kagome scolded. "At least we've got a lead on the demon. If it's not too much trouble, could one of you tell us where it is and how to get to it?"
"Oh, of course! It's at the end of the village past the rocky expanse. Please, help my daughter… and save our village." The young girl gave a small smile at them.
"We'll do our best." She looked at us, "Should we head out now, then?"
"No, wait!" The man called out, stopping us before we could get ready to leave. "We haven't seen your sister, but an old man came by the other day and has been staying with us since. He's a traveler like you and has all sorts of helpful stories. Maybe you'll find one that can help you? If you go to the pond at the edge of our village you'll see him. His name is Kakuju."
"Kakuju?" I echoed, attempting to memorize the name. It was so different compared to all the others I've heard. The tiniest bit of hope began to build back up inside me, but I quickly quashed it as the chance of him actually knowing anything was slim. "Really?"
"Yes. If you follow this path," The man gestured to the northern road, "you'll come across a lumberjack's hut. Beyond that is the pond where Kakuju likes to spend most of his time. I'm sure if you ask about that woman he'll be willing to give you any information he has." I looked in the direction the man was pointing, heart picking up pace as I allowed myself to believe- if only for a moment- that I had a lead. That I would know where to start looking for my sister.
Maria…
If this Kakuju knows even the smallest detail about where she could be…
I needed to know.
I looked at Kagome and Inuyasha pleadingly, anxious and scared about several things. Would it be alright for us to go find Kakuju? What if they just wanted to head to the temple? Would they get annoyed at me for asking? They've already done so much to help me… I felt like such a menace. I lifted a hand up in the air, but faltered and lowered it to my chest. I need… I need to talk to that traveler. I can't back down now. I have to do this.
Social anxiety can go hurl itself off into nothingness; I have a sister to save.
"C-Can we go-"
"What're we waiting for?" Kagome asked, looking at her companions and cutting me off. She smiled, and then she turned to me. "Let's go find that old man. Come on, Irene."
Oh. Right. Of course. Kagome is kind.
A weight in my arms snapped me out of my thoughts, Shippō having jumped up onto me. "This is great! We finally have a good lead! We might finally figure out what happened to Maria!"
"Y-Yeah…" I smiled weakly, feeling rather lightheaded. All the excitement and fear has made my heart race so much my lungs struggled to keep up with it. "Let's… lets go find that, uh, Kakuju." I faced the villagers, giving them a bright grin, and hugged Shippō a little tighter. "Th-Thank you!"
One of the many women smiled back at me, and the man nodded. A few of the other villagers were whispering, wondering why there were foreigners in their land, and others were questioning if it was alright to let me and the group- who looked so very suspicious- leave. I looked at Inuyasha and Kagome, opening and closing my mouth a few times as I struggled to figure out how to say what I wanted to ask, and faltered when I saw how they were looking at me.
"Wh-What?" Kagome looked both amused and relieved, while Inuyasha was just smirking. "What is it?" The middle schooler shook her head.
"Don't worry about it. Come on- the northern road, right?"
Inuyasha laced his hands behind his head, walking past her, Shippō, and myself. "I can smell the pond water; it's not far. This way."
My feet were moving before my mind even registered what I was doing. We were so close… weren't we? If the man did know anything about her I'd know where to start looking. Where to find her. My lungs began to burn inside my chest as I quickened my pace to catch up with Inuyasha who was already so far ahead, my head throbbing as a small dizzy spell washed over me. The bag on my back felt like it weighed several more pounds than it did and pulled at my shoulders, hurting them.
I barely even noticed when Kagome walked up beside me and placed a hand on my waist, her other hand grabbing onto my arm to help me keep balance. Inuyasha came to an abrupt stop and sniffed the air for a moment, before looking around. Several huts could be seen, but only one resembled the description the man gave us. "There! Pond's in this direction!"
Maria… please… be safe.
Inuyasha charged ahead, breaking out into a run and vanishing through the foliage ahead. Kagome shouted after him, but it fell on deaf ears. "That stupid Inuyasha!" Shippō scowled, leaping out of my arms and landing on the ground. "He's always going on by himself! Get back here!"
The fox demon bounded forward, trying to catch up with his friend. "Sh-Shippō-!" I started to call out, but only wound up collapsing into a fit of coughs. Kagome caught me before I could fall and helped pull the heavy bag off my shoulders, effectively alleviating some of the pain. "G… Gone. B-Both… gone." I wheezed, coughing hard into my elbow. Kagome rubbed my back, and then turned her gaze towards the area where her friends vanished.
"I'm sure they'll be fine. We're in a village, after all. These kinds of places are normally safe." I finally managed to stop coughing, though I was still breathing heavily and struggling to regulate my oxygen levels. "The excitement must have gotten to you, huh? I'm sorry…"
"S… S'fine." I gasped, shaking my head. My head hurt so much- and my chest… it felt as though it were on fire. "Can… keep moving."
"You shouldn't push yourself." She told me, voice taking on a motherly tone. Funny, considering how much older I am then her. Although, if we go by time travel logic she is by all means older than me. It's rather ridiculous that while I am biologically an adult and she a child, she's still my elder because of our different time zones. "Rest."
No. I pulled away from her hold and forced myself up onto my knees, swaying a little. Some of my breath had returned, and even if I don't really remember anything that happens in the next few minutes because of the low O-2 levels someone can just recount what happened for me. "Need… to find…" Slowly. Not so fast. I stood cautiously, arms out to catch myself. "Need to find… M-Maria. Kakuju… knows. Sh-Should know."
What were words again? I can't think.
Kagome made a frustrated face and picked up the backpack, slinging it over her shoulders, and walked over. Instead of pushing me down and forcing me to take a minute to collect myself, she helped support my body. "I know you're scared and worried, and… so many other things, Irene. But you're a lot weaker here than in your own time. We have to be even more careful than usual."
I know. I'm sorry. But she's out there alone in a world full of demons and bandits, and people who would probably want to use and sell her for her pretty face and foreign features. I don't want anything bad to happen to her. I know she can handle herself, I know she could probably survive on her own, but my anxiety won't let me rest. I have to see her myself; to hear her voice and feel the warmth of her hugs. I want my big sister back, and so help me gods I am going to find her.
I am terrified, Kagome. But we've come this far and I'm not backing down now. My eyes flickered over to meet Kagome's own brown orbs, milk chocolate vs coffee bean brown. "We are finding her."
"...I know." She lowered her head, thinking for a moment, before nodding. "Alright. Let's go hurry and meet up with the others. I'll walk with you."
A relieved, shaky grin crossed my face. "Thank you…"
"Don't thank me. I'm still upset." Oh. Right. Sorry. I made a face, trying not to focus on the big wave of guilt trying to drown me. Moving slowly enough to not aggravate my lungs and still able to keep a decent pace, we headed in the direction the boys left off. "Where'd they go?" She looked around, a deep look of concentration on her face. "Idiots… okay. Let's try over there."
My feet moved along sluggishly as Kagome began to walk, my eyes lowered to the ground, attention focused solely on making my legs move. I had to keep moving. I can't stop. I need to be smart about how I go about this search… I have to limit my actions. When the sound of gentle waves reached my ears I raised my head, looking up to see a beautiful pond surrounded by forest foliage. Shippō and Inuyasha were arguing at the edge of it, an old man dressed in blue beside them. It resembled Kaede's own priestess attire, actually. The thing that really caught my attention was the large purple beads draped around his neck.
The man lowered his hands, clearly having been trying to calm the two children down, and turned his head ever-so-slightly in mine and Kagome's direction. "Oh my. You, girls… who are you?"
Inuyasha and Shippō stopped and turned to us, Inuyasha gripping Shippō's tail tightly in one hand and dangling him away from him, while the fox demon paused in his struggle to attack the half-demon. "How do you know they're girls? I thought you were blind!"
"I am," The man confirmed, nodding his head. He tapped the ground with his can and turned, facing us completely and… seeming to look directly at me. "But I can still sense the spiritual energy and power coming from others. For instance, though I can't see what you look like, I know you and your little friend are both of demonic heritage."
"I don't get it." Shippō stated, falling from the half-demon's grip and doing a flip in the air before landing on his hindpaws. "You can tell they're girls just from their spiritual energy?"
"It takes years of practice. Not many can tell."
"Sounds like a load of bullcrap to me." Inuyasha scoffed. He folded his hands into his kimono sleeves. "Whatever. Anyway, the wimp is Irene. The other girl is Kagome."
Kagome made a face at him. "I can introduce myself, you know! Take the wonder out of everything, why don't you?"
"Hey! I was just doin' the old man a favor by getting the introductions done and over with!"
I'm almost offended that Inuyasha kept calling me things like "pathetic" and "wimp", but at this moment it wasn't like he was wrong. He was always being forced to be my nanny and carry me around everywhere. Inuyasha even had to fight with me stuck on his back on the way here. I was pretty useless. I could barely walk by myself.
The sound of a cane and feet tapping against the ground caught my attention and I looked up, seeing the elder walking over to us. He stopped a few feet away, gaze not quite on me- as if he was looking through me, rather than just not being able to actually see me. "Such rare usage of the Shikigami…" He mused, humming. "And yet… not as active as it should be. It's been locked away."
"Wh...What?" I didn't understand any of that. Kagome stopped arguing and whipped her head up sharply, alarmed by the man's words. Inuyasha stepped ahead, wasting no time in moving in front of us protectively and hiding Kagome from view with his arm. The sudden gust of wind and Inuyasha's random appearance almost had me stumbling back.
"What are you jabbering on about, old man? Are you Kakuju?" Inuyasha narrowed his eyes at him, ears twitching and listening to all the sounds around us- whether it be the rustling of the tree leaves or the gentle waves from the fish in the pond. "We have some questions for you!"
"Questions?" The old man echoed, thinking over the half-demon's words. "Ah, I see. Is it about the power your friend possesses?"
"You said "Shikigami"." Kagome pointed out, looking a little scared. "It's not the same Shikigami that the dark priestess Tsubaki used, is it?"
Inuyasha's gaze turned sharply to me, realization lighting up in his amber eyes. Without warning he jumped back, pointing at me triumphantly as he loudly declared, "I knew it! I freaking knew it! I thought that red light looked familiar! It's because you have Shikigami powers like Tsubaki and those two shrine girls!"
"Wait, wait." Shippō spoke up, holding his hands in the air. "I'm confused. Aren't the two types of Shikigami different? Tsubaki used curses and the other girls… they had those little paper dolls. Wouldn't Irene be more like the red and white priestesses?"
How about you all wait a moment? Seriously. "What the heck is Shikigami?" And didn't we already have this conversation? How many times do I have to tell them I'm a normal human being? I know what Kaede said, but… I still don't accept it. It just doesn't make sense to me; it's not logical.
"It's a spiritual power that exists in all creatures of the universe, but wielded only be a rare few." Kakuju explained, smiling kindly. The fact that, despite his blindness, he was still technically looking in my direction bothered me a little. Could he only really see me because of the whole aura thing? This world is insane. "The Shikigami your friends speak about are only a few other forms of the power. It is common, yes, to share the same type, but there are those like the dark priestesses who rely on another version of it. You yourself have only just awakened your powers, unable to use them to their fullest potential."
"Wait…" My head was starting to hurt again. "So you have… curses and doll control?"
"There are Shikigami that are used for good fortune charms, protection amulets, and more. It solely depends on the user and the strength of their heart. Even rarer wielders of Shikigami can call forth animal spirits to help them."
Ah. Okay. This sounds an awful lot like Onmyōji. We're getting into Fire Emblem territory here.
"As such," The old man turned his head, looking in the direction of Shippō and Inuyasha, "we can not assume that this young woman's abilities are the same as those you've encountered before. Her talents may lie in any of what I have listed."
Actually, hold on, if this is actually similar to traditional onmyōji then… "Can't the spirits rebel?
I don't want that kind of power. I shouldn't even have that kind of power. This is ridiculous. This entire conversation is stupid. I watched as Kakuju's expression changed, the elder looking rather surprised at my question. "Why… yes. Some Shikigami resent their masters by forcing them to do their bidding, while others can grow to despise the way they are treated. As such they will try to overwhelm their caster and attack them. It's a risky practice as not only do you have to be careful with how you treat the ones you call to your aid, but maintaining their form for extended periods of time drains one's energy."
Oh, lovely. What a backstabbing power. Am I really supposed to believe all this?
If I have to maintain their form… then what was the red light I saw when I first showed up in this time? I remember a lot of pain as I was falling through the weird space/time vortex, as if everything was trying to simultaneously crush and tear me to bits, before something… wrapped around me? What was it? An animal spirit or… a protection barrier charm thing? A spirit seems more likely, but how would I have summoned it? What was the thing that destroyed the demon? This is a mess.
"When you were in danger," Kakuju began, as if sensing my confusion and inner turmoil, "what was it you called out? What did you think?" His voice was quiet, an edge to it that left me feeling quite unnerved. "You were praying desperately for your survival… perhaps even for the pain to stop… and then something happened. A creature came to your rescue. Not by order, but by choice."
My head snapped up and I looked at him with wide eyes, pulling away from Kagome just a little bit. How does this old man know anything about what happened? Which instant was he referring to? Did he know when I arrived in this place, leg burned and body aching, or was he there when the villagers and demon attacked- causing me to nearly bleed to death? I still wasn't entirely certain if I bought this old man's story, but he was sounding exactly like Kaede and the silver haired half-demon.
"H-How…?" I began, only to trail off. So many inquiries littered my tongue that none could come out. Every answer led to more questions, and the list was boundless. Who was this man? Inuyasha narrowed his eyes at Kakuju, stepping forward defensively and ready to attack.
"How would you know?" He demanded.
"I wonder…" Kakuju chuckled, unperturbed by the threat in the younger boy's voice. Inuyasha, sensing no danger from the man, cautiously lowered his hand before turning his head up with a scoff, hands in his kimono sleeves. Was that pose really all that comfortable? Then again, what do I know?
"Weird old man." Inuyasha muttered. Kagome looked at me for a long moment, before focusing her gaze on Kakuju.
"So, let me get this straight… you think Irene has the power of the Shikigami?"
"I know she has the power." Kakuju corrected, amused, and then looked back at me. "In fact, if you would like, I could teach you how to use it. Your powers are lying dormant at the moment, but awakening them is a simple task."
This is… This is not happening. This can't be happening. I don't have any abilities; if I did shouldn't I have noticed it growing up? Even if they were were dormant I would have figured out something strange was going on. This is unrealistic. Illogical. Total nonsense. Of course, so was the fact that I time travelled into a feudal Japan filled with demons… ugh. I stood there in silence, utterly trapped in the conflict of my own understanding of reality and the knowledge that I had somehow transcended time, desperate to keep the smallest piece of normality yet realizing that if there was something I could do that would be helpful I should take that chance.
I don't… I don't know what I should do. I can't make this decision. I…
"Well, what are we waiting for!?" Inuyasha's loud voice broke through the quiet. I looked up at the half-demon, eyes wide and startled. "You should accept it! This way you can protect yourself and I can say "I told you so"!"
I… I suppose… he isn't wrong.
My eyes met Kagome's hesitant ones and I lowered my head. Shikigami sounded incredibly dangerous; the gang made it sound like they encountered people who used curses and paper dolls before. Not to mention that if I treated the Shikigami spirits wrongly they would… revolt and attack me. But then- why did they protect me before? If it was actually Shikigami.
"Irene…" Shippō's eyebrows furrowed, looking up with concerned green eyes. He raised his head up to stare at Kagome. "It's okay, isn't it? She can help us fight off the demons and when we find her sister she can help protect her!"
Me protecting Maria…? It's always been the other way around.
"I-I know that." Kagome muttered, turning away. "I just… no. It's fine. Irene, you should learn from Kakuju." She took a deep breath, looked into eyes, and smiled. "I trust you. You're nothing at all like Tsubaki, so there's no reason for me to compare you two together. I'm sorry."
She doesn't think I'll lose control? She doesn't think I'll fall to darkness? We just met; why is she saying she trusts me so much? I still don't fully understand why she's helping me. But… Inuyasha was right. In this world of death and destruction I needed to be able to defend myself. If I can't physically fight then… why not befriend the spirits I'd be potentially asking to battle on my behalf?
"...O-Okay." My voice was barely loud enough to be heard. "I'll… do it. Thanks."
I don't really want to but given my current situation, I have no choice but to try and accept it. If it can help me to survive and to find my sister… I need to do this. I doubt I'll have the strength or power to protect anyone, but if I can do something to be useful… that's enough. I slowly raised my head up to look at Kakuju, despite knowing he couldn't really see me.
"How… do we awaken them?"
Kakuju stepped forward, carefully using the cane to guide him, and stopped directly in front of me and Kagome. He extended a hand out towards me, "If you're truly earnest about learning how to wield the powers of the Shikigami step forward and take my hand."
What? Oh, this sounds weird. I don't like this. I glanced at my new companions one more time, gaze resting on the fox demon I called a friend. Though he was a child and behaved as such, Shippō was a demon and that meant he was probably much older than anyone else here. His opinion would settle this.
"Take his hand, Irene!" He encouraged, eyes sparkling hopefully. "We're right here with you!"
Well frick. Okay. Yeah. Ugh, this is sounding so cheesy. Welp, magical girl time I guess. Pulling away from Kagome completely I limped over until I was completely in front of Kakuju, hesitantly taking his hand in mine. Kakuju smiled kindly and said, "Close your eyes." This only served to make me more uncomfortable, but I did as told. I felt a little silly doing all this, especially since we didn't really know the man.
I was wanting information on my sister, after all, not superpowers.
We stood there in silence for a long moment, long enough to where I was starting to wonder if the dude was a creep after all and if I should step back, when suddenly there was a warmth. It spread throughout my body, getting stronger with every passing second, and through my eyelids I could almost see the bright light surrounding me. Opening my eyes I was stunned to see that I was actually encased in a flame, but there was no pain. And because there was no pain I didn't panic. I simply watched in awe as the light flickered and danced around me before fading away.
"Your body lit up!" Shippō exclaimed, jumping up and down excitedly. "Is that your version of the Shikigami!?"
"No, no, no." Kakuju chuckled, releasing my hand and taking several steps back. "We merely awakened her powers. She still needs to learn how to use them."
I did feel strangely… lighter now. I raised a hand and pressed it to my chest, right over where my heart was. The organ beat in a fast pace tempo, trying its best to keep the oxygen flow going, but every breath I took I could physically feel the wheezing in my lungs. It hurt, but something inside of me… inside of my heart… felt free. As if a bird had just been released from its cage and was able to fly around as much as it liked.
It was a weird feeling.
"Irene," The old man's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, "do you see that rock over there?"
He didn't gesture or anything, merely asking a question. I blinked a few times and looked around the area, trying to see what rock he could possibly be talking about when I saw it. A large boulder, a dark green color, sparkling in the sunlight and reflecting beautifully in the pond's clear surface.
"That is Serpentine Rock. It reacts to the power of the Shikigami; if I am correct about the nature of your power you should be able to use the Shikigami and break it. Go ahead and try it."
Wait, seriously? He isn't even going to give me any instructions as to how to do it? What the heck? I shook my head, running my fingers through my bangs exasperatedly, before awkwardly walking over to the rock and sitting down. How was I supposed to break this thing? He said something about how I had been desperately praying for survival, and that I had wanted the pain to stop… so…
Should I imagine the rock breaking?
I feel ridiculous.
Why is this happening? I rested my palm against the large sparkling rock, wondering how to go about this. Maybe… remember the warmth from the flame? It started from inside my body before gradually shifting outwards, so perhaps… if I think about it that way and try to concentrate on the image of the rock breaking, then-
"Whoa!" I jolted, recoiling back when red light sparked out of my fingertips, spreading out across the rocks surface and making it glow crimson. Slowly but surely, the large stone began to crack and crumble into several pieces. "Wh… What?"
That… That actually just happened. Did I make that happen? How? What?
"You did it!" Shippō exclaimed, bounding over to observe my handiwork. He proceeded to climb up my good arm until he was on my shoulder, a tiny hand on the top of my head. "That's awesome!"
"I told you that you had powers." Inuyasha grinned, looking quite smug of himself as he placed a hand on his hip. "Should've listened to me from the beginning."
"Wow…" Kagome gasped. "You actually made it break."
Kakuju appeared amused by everyone's awe. I sat there for a few more long seconds, staring at the rock and then at my hand as I tried to figure out what exactly it was that I did. Like, I know what I was doing but at the same time it felt like I didn't? It was confusing. "So," The old man began, not quite looking at me even though he moved to face my direction, "do you think you've learned how to use the Shikigami?"
"I… I guess…?" I stammered, eyebrows knitting together as I turned my attention away from my apparently magical hand. "Maybe."
He chuckled at my uncertainty. "It's simple so long as you understand the trick, but the real test will be putting the power to actual use. Don't take any unnecessary risks."
His words made sense, especially since I had just learned how to activate it, but it was fairly obvious so I didn't care to pay much attention. I was still too busy freaking out over my new abilities and was trying to figure out how to make the flickering lights appear again. After enough concentration and internal monologue a red light appeared beneath me this time in the shape of a star, a red flame shooting out of my palm. It tried to take the shape of some kind of creature, but dissipated before it was able to finish.
I let out a startled yelp and almost fell back. "What the-!? Frick! D-Did you guys see that!?" I sat up quickly and whirled around, holding my hand out for the gang to see. Kagome brought a hand up to her mouth, stifling a giggle. Inuyasha rolled his eyes at me. "I-I made a flame!"
"Yeah, yeah, congrats." The half-demon said, "Just remember you're still liable to get eaten by demons."
A movement on my back brought my attention to Shippō, who was sticking his tongue out at Inuyasha, the fox demon putting most of his weight on the back of my head. "You're just jealous that you don't have the power of the Shikigami!"
"Che. You wish. I can take down any demons with my tetsusaiga." I stared at them blankly, not understanding until Inuyasha patted the sword strapped to his hip.
He… named his sword? Really? I shouldn't be surprised at this. A thought then hit me and I found myself scrambling up onto my feet, pushing all thoughts about Shikigami to the recesses of my mind, and limped over to Kakuju. "W-Wait! Question! Super important question!"
Inuyasha and Shippō stopped bickering, and Kagome looked at me. Kakuju hummed, lacing his hands together behind his back. "Yes? What is it?"
"H-Have…" Ah, frick. Now I'm the center of attention again. Urgh. I bit my lip and stammered for a few seconds, unsure of how to phrase the question. "H… Have you heard anything about a foreigner? I-I know you can't really… see… but she probably sounds a lot like me? A lower voice, but… if people were talking about her they'd probably describe her with light colored hair and green-blue eyes? Tall and pretty? Most likely would mistake her as a demon. Sh-She's my big sister."
"A… foreigner? Ah, that explains your accent." I actually sounded different from everyone else? To my ears it sounded like I was speaking their language just fine. Of course that was only a given considering I wasn't actually from here- I guess the rebound only did so much in helping me speak and understand everyone. Kakuju continued, an apologetic expression on his face. "No, I'm afraid I haven't heard anything about a young woman by that description. If I do find out anything about her I'll be sure to let you know. I'm so sorry."
"Oh…" My shoulders slumped in disappointment, and I could feel Shippō press a hand to my cheek as if to try and comfort me. The way he did it actually reminded me a little of a cat, the way they would press a paw to your face sometimes when you held them. "It's… It's fine. So you haven't even heard the name "Maria"?"
"No…"
"Irene…" Shippō sounded saddened by the news, and out of anyone else here he was really the only who understand how much I was actually hurting. Determined not to let my feelings show anymore than they already have I faked a grin and waved off Kakuju's words, laughing when I deemed it necessary.
"Okay. I was just curious, so… you know. Hehe. I'll find her eventually. Thanks for the help!" I rubbed the palm of my right hand, thumb pressing against the spot where a cyst used to be a year ago. It's become a nervous tick of mine, and one I've had trouble getting rid of. "It's appreciated!"
I could feel the stares on me from the back, and it took all my willpower not to tense up when Kagome rested a hand on my shoulder. She leaned down, voice a whisper as she asked, "Are you really sure it's okay…?"
A shrug was my only answer. The emotions building up were quickly forced down, pushed into an abyss that would not be easily accessed. "It's fine. We need to… find the spider, right?" An image of hairy legs and several beady eyes came into mind and I shivered, cringing at the thought. I've had so many nightmares in the past about being eaten alive by a giant spider; I can't stand them. "L-let's just… focus on that."
"Well, yeah, but…" Kagome trailed off, uncertain of how to speak what she was thinking. She pulled her hand away, cradling it to her chest, and frowned. "Okay. Yeah. It's… getting late, so we should find a place to stay. Get a head start on the temple tomorrow."
"Sounds like a good idea." Shippō agreed, "We won't get very far with all those demons in the way once night hits."
I looked at them, eyebrows furrowing. What they said made sense, but shouldn't we hurry now that we knew where the temple was? The more time wasted meant the more likely everyone in the temple were to be eaten.
"Please," Inuyasha huffed, "we all know I'm more than capable of killing them all."
"Maybe," She told him, "but all that fighting will wear you out! We should save our strength for the spider demon."
And so our first night was spent not looking for the temple or my sister, but inside a young family's hut. I didn't get much sleep, too busy thinking and feeling guilty, and tried to practice summoning some of the Shikigami. Shippō attempted to help me with it, showing me some of his fox fire magic, and joked about how similar our flames looked. I gave a weak smile, but found it hard to bring myself to act cheerful. I hurt so much.
But… I finally had a lead; a horrible, disastrous lead that could bring me to some very traumatizing and despairing realizations… yet a lead nonetheless. I finally managed to get a fairly decent sized flame to appear with some of Shippō's instructions- not that he was able to make a very big flame himself- and by then we decided it would be good to turn in for the night. Kagome and I were given a place separate from Shippō and Inuyasha to sleep, and as I got comfortable on the small futon I was given I looked at the teenager thoughtfully.
"Inuyasha is a half-demon… right? And Shippō and Myoga are full demons?" This was all still so confusing. "Is there, like, a reason Inuyasha's so grumpy all the time? He throws a fit every time someone brings it up."
Kagome shifted, pulling her blanket over herself and staring up at the ceiling with sad eyes. "Well… I mean, he's had a pretty rough life. He's neither human nor demon, and had to put up with a lot of terrible things in the past because of it. He doesn't really belong in either world. His mother was human, but while he hates that he still loves her. I think it's his dad that makes accepting himself as a half-demon even more difficult, to be honest…"
"Yeah?" That piqued my curiosity. I was never very good at reading people; even if a person was very expressive I still found them difficult to understand. The ones that freaked me out the most was the people who barely showed emotion; it always spiked my anxiety to a whole other level because I had no idea if my talking bothered them or not. Inuyasha was especially complicated, though, because of his hot-and-cold behavior. "Who was his dad?"
I tried to picture what the person looked like, but my knowledge of demons was still a bit… underdeveloped. I was still trying to figure out how demons and humans were able to have children together. Shouldn't the biology be completely different? What if a demon has two hearts and tries to mate with a human that has one heart? It shouldn't work; I don't think. Or is all demon anatomy the same as a human's? Could a demon shift its form enough to match the biology of that of a human to have a child? That wouldn't make much sense either; it would have to shift on a genetic level.
Unless it was only the demons that looked like humans that could have children with them. I've seen plenty of ugly-looking demons since arriving here and the only humanoid-appearing demons I've seen so far are Shippō and Myoga, and Myoga doesn't really count since he's not even a few inches tall.
Oh gods, why am I even thinking about this? My head is killing me. The logic is nowhere in this! How can a demon even have children with a human? Does it even matter how many organs they have in order to have a kid with someone that's literally a different species than you? I'm confused.
"He was this great dog demon general- or so I'm told. Inuyasha never knew him, but he's constantly trying to surpass him. It's a little heartbreaking… but I can understand it. His father was powerful and he wants to be powerful, too." Kagome yawned, stretching her legs out before settling down against her pillow. "Anyway, I'm tired… and we have a big day tomorrow. We should get some sleep. Goodnight, Irene."
"Y-Yeah…" Right. "Good night…"
Needless to say… it was not a good night. I was awake most of the time, tossing and turning, and when I finally did fall asleep I had nightmares. What they were about I didn't really remember, but they left me fearful of closing my eyes after I awoke from them. I found myself just focusing on Kagome and her sleeping face, trying to calm my frantic heart and rid the horrid thoughts from my mind. The girl looked so peaceful…
It was incredible. I can't imagine anyone being so at ease in this kind of situation, but she just… goes with it. She really was born for this kind of thing, wasn't she? Being reincarnated from a priestess… and now travelling the distant past to try and stop some evil demon. She was smart, brave, intelligent, incredible at archery, and knew a lot about medicinal herbs. Kagome was so amazing and helpful.
And then there was me. Here because of sheer dumb luck.
Even with this Shikigami ability I've been given… I doubted I would last long. If it weren't caused by demons or people that wanted me dead, it would surely done by my own illness. At least the air quality here was great. Maybe I would painlessly pass away in my sleep?
...As if I would be so lucky.
Chapter 5: Spider Demon at the Old Temple
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There was no explaining to the villagers the strange devices I would have to use to breathe in the morning, so Kagome woke everyone up extra early, had us all eat breakfast, and then we left the town. Inuyasha begrudgingly carried me on his back, my bag slung over his right shoulder, complaining loudly about how annoying this was. "Why couldn't she have just used it in the stupid village? All we have to do is tell them what's wrong!"
"And you think they'd understand that so easily?" Kagome countered as she furiously pedaled her bike. Shippō rested casually in the basket. "Normal medicine is one thing, but a machine!? They'd think it witchcraft! We need to get a safe distance away so she can use it!"
"This is stupid!"
"I'm honestly not sure what to think on this matter," Shippō commented, sighing at their arguing, "Humans being so fragile is something I grew up learning, but this is seriously putting it into perspective. The villagers will freak if they see that noise-maker-thingy, but if Irene doesn't use it she'll keel over. What a pain."
"I won't…" I coughed into my shoulder, dizzy. My head rested against Inuyasha's back, eyes watching the hazy scenery fly by. "Not… immediately… Few days… just dizzy."
"Stop yacking and start breathing, damn it." Inuyasha snapped. After enough running and more arguing between the duo, the half-demon skidded to a stop and sniffed the air. Then he looked at Kagome and Shippō, dropping my bag onto the ground. "This place good? I don't smell any nearby demons…"
"I think we're safe." Shippō said, leaping out of Kagome's bike and making his way over as Inuyasha set me on the ground. I was surprised at how gentle he was being, seeing how angry he was about it. "If you wanna check it out I'll stay behind and protect the girls!"
"Like you could." Inuyasha snorted. Shippō puffed out his cheeks, opening his mouth to argue and protest, only to be cut off. "But yeah, I'll go check it out."
I collapsed to my knees, palms pressed against the cold earth, inhaling deeply and as slow as possible. After a few seconds of catching my breath, I reached out to grab the bag- but Kagome was already there. With Inuyasha now scouting the area for demons, Kagome was getting the machine and nebulizer ready for me to use. "I-I can-"
"Nope! I'm doing this." She told me, a motherly tone in her voice. "I just can't sit here and watch you hurt yourself even more, Irene. It's painful. Now come here."
I was the older one, wasn't I? Sick, yes, but… I could at least be able to get my own medicine ready. I feel so useless. Scooting over so not to go against her orders, I took the mouthpiece and she turned on the machine. Shippō sat with me, head resting tiredly on my lap, and I ran my frail fingers through his hair. Sometime while Kagome was checking out supplies Shippō fell asleep.
Thirty minutes passed and Inuyasha finally returned, purple blood coating his hands. He flicked it off and wiped his fingers on his kimono, cleaning himself. "Just a few small fry right now; we should keep going while it's still day out. I'm sure the smell of weak defenseless humans will catch plenty of attention at night."
Oh… how lovely. I shivered and reached over to turn off the machine, feeling a lot better lung-wise now that I had that brief pick-me-up. "O-Okay… so. Um, when we get to the mansion… how do we know where the demon is? Or the people? Will you just be able to smell them out or something?"
Inuyasha looked at me, hands on his hips. "Well, yeah, actually. It isn't that hard. My nose is a lot more sensitive than you humans' noses."
"Mine, too," Shippō murmured, waking up now that the noise had stopped, "but he's a real bloodhound."
"...What was that, Shippō?"
The fox demon said nothing, crawling onto my lap and burying his face in my stomach. Even though he was a demon and probably hundreds of years old, Shippō truly was just a child- wasn't he? Him clinging onto me like this made me wish I could cling onto Maria; sure there were times in the past where it took several months for us to hang out again, but I was at least able to hug her and not worry about her being in danger. We were safe. She was safe.
And now… I may not be able to feel her warmth ever again.
I picked Shippō up, wrapping my arms around him as his little ones clung to my neck, his face pressing into my shoulder. This little fox demon was always so nice to me; helping me, comforting me. He's like the little brother I never had. "We'll save them, Irene," Shippō said quietly, sensing my fear, "don't worry. We've fought plenty of big bad demons before."
"Yeah." I nodded, trying to make myself believe in his words. "Okay."
"Now, let's go!" Inuyasha ordered, foot tapping impatiently against the ground. "We have jewel shards to collect!"
"Agreed."
Shippō and I separated; going back to our usual travelling spots. I tried not to feel too awkward or guilty as Inuyasha pulled me up onto his back, and proceeded to bury my face in his hair when he started running- the wind hitting us hard, tree branches somehow being expertly avoided by this young teenage half-demon. Inuyasha was really incredible being able to move at such speed and still dodge everything coming at us. How Kagome even managed to keep up was even more impressive.
And I… well, I didn't really do anything to contribute. I'm not even sure if I'll be able to use the Shikigami when we come to an actual battle.
Near midday, several hours later, the forest seemed to have disappeared and was instead replaced with mountains and dead trees. Kagome slowed her bike to a stop and Inuyasha slid to a halt, the movement so abrupt I would have fallen backwards if he wasn't holding onto me.
"Whoa!" Kagome stiffened, face growing pale. "This place is giving me the creeps… is that the temple up ahead?"
Far away, resting on the top of the main hill, was a very old and worn-down building. Inuyasha scrunched his nose up. "Looks like it. And there are lots of demons around here… we better be careful. Let's walk from here."
"Agreed." Shippō said, hiding further into the bicycle basket. "It'll be harder for them to spot us if we aren't moving quickly…"
"Is that how it works?" I asked, finding it rather difficult to breathe here. The air was so thick. It was such a change from the abundance of oxygen from the green forest we were just in. "The air is… awful here."
Kagome looked at me then. "You want to wait outside? I can stay with you while Inuyasha-"
"No!" She looked taken aback by my sudden tone. My grip tightened on Inuyasha's shoulders, anxiety and determination mixing together. "We… We have to save them, okay? A-And we don't… know how strong that spider guy is, so… Let's just do it." My health doesn't matter compared to the lives of several innocent people. "Let's just save them."
Inuyasha looked over his shoulder as best as he could to glance at me, before focusing his attention on the temple up ahead. "Alright. Your death wish. You guys heard the woman- let's go."
The half-demon started to walk, Kagome frowning and reluctantly following after, pushing the cart beside her with Shippō still in it. If there were really any demons in the area they didn't seem to notice us, and as we made our way down the middle path we came across a stranger dressed like the merchants we saw back in Akebi Village. "Ah! Travelers!" He exclaimed, looking greatly relieved. "Be wary! When I went looking for medicinal herbs I got lost, so I stayed at the old temple up ahead… but there were demons! Demons were everywhere! I heard noises from under the floorboards and there were strange things written on the paper that was on the desk! Scary things!"
"Oh… well," Kagome looked nervous, "That's not good. We're heading to the old temple…"
"What? Oh, no… please don't. That's a terrible idea! You'll be killed!"
"Not if we kill the demons first." Inuyasha snapped. The merchant was startled by his words.
"If… If you really can do that… please, be careful. And- I don't know if it's still there- but there was a cat under the staircase. He was so kind to me during my visit; if he hasn't been eaten by the demons… can you please make sure to save it?"
"A cat?" My ears perked up at that and I shifted in place, staring at Inuyasha intently. "We are saving that cat."
"What? Seriously!?" He was clearly disgruntled. "I hate cats."
"You like Buyo." Kagome commented. "You might like this one too. Besides, we can't just let a cute little kitty suffer. We can grab the cat and leave him with Irene when we go to take down the spider demon. Sound good?"
He groaned. "Fine… whatever. I don't care. I just want to kill the stupid demons already. I'm so bored."
"Good luck everyone!"
Approaching the temple was a lot easier than heading into Akebi, especially since there were no suspicious villagers wanting to kill you. There weren't even any demons waiting for us at the doorstep. The stairs creaked as we walked up them and Inuyasha carefully set me down. I grabbed hold of his arm for balance. "This place… eugh." There were so many cobwebs. Save for the demons, this place must have been abandoned for decades. "No wonder… spiders seem to like this place so much…"
"Perfect for a spider demons' dwelling." Kagome stated, hugging herself with a shiver. "So gross. I wish I brought bug spray."
"Frick, yeah!" That would have been amazing. Gods, my chest hurts; what is with this air quality? Was it because it was infested with demons? "Wait… would that have even worked on a demon?"
"Well, it worked on Myoga."
I choked. Kagome looked sheepish.
"Mostly, anyway. He's still alive, after all."
A voice coming from next to my ear nearly had me jumping out of my skin. I hadn't expected Myoga to be on me, nonetheless his voice so close. "It was our first meeting, Irene. I was talking to Lord Inuyasha about some important matters when she suddenly struck me with one of her modern devices."
"That was…" Kagome brought a hand to her chin, thinking. "That was when we first met Inuyasha's older brother, wasn't it?"
Wait, what? My eyes widened and my head turned to look sharply up at the half-demon. "You have a brother!? I thought half-demons were rare?"
"Not rare," Shippō corrected, "just uncommon. And his brother isn't half human; he's a full fledged demon."
"Can we shut up about this topic?" The white-haired teen in question snapped. "I don't want to talk about Sesshōmaru."
Wow, that's… harsh. I flinched away from Inuyasha when he raised his voice, letting go of his arm and backing up. Did he not like his brother? Why; because he was a full demon? What kind of name was that, anyway? I've heard of a lot of Japanese names, but not one quite like that. What did it mean? How was it written? Was his behavior anything like Inuyasha's or were they total opposites? How alike did they look? Was he scary?
"S-Sorry…"
Hopefully he wasn't as scary as this person could be. Kagome walked over and rested a hand on my shoulder, her bike parked by a nearby dead tree. "Don't worry about it," She said quietly, "he just acts like that sometimes. It's not personal, I promise."
Yeah, okay. Gods, it's so dark in here. The floorboards creaked with every step and the wind seemed to whistle through the walls, pushing its way through the little crevices. Growling and rumbling could be heard in the distance, proven to be demons as Kagome readied her bow and Inuyasha pulled out his sword.
I watched in awe as the thin scabbard unleashed a large great sword, mind still questioning how such a transformation was physically possible. Magic? Demon power? It was boggling. Inuyasha charged towards the room where the demons were chatting, slicing down the door and taking the startled demons with it. "Weaklings." Inuyasha grouched. "Didn't even stand a chance."
Wow, uh… okay. Were they really bad demons though? What if they weren't going to attack us?
"We got lucky." Kagome commented, her cute face suddenly seeming a lot more menacing than before. "But with that noise the other demons might take notice and come after us. We have to hurry."
I didn't argue, but I found myself distracted by the writings on the table. There were also a bunch of hairpins and antidotes lying around, which left me with a very bad feeling. Were they left behind from previous travelers that came here? The messages left behind ended up being very ominous... and, if Shippo's translation was anything to go by, sad. Kagome had to pull me away, but as we were leaving the room I caught sight of something glimmering in the corner.
A key. "You guys think… You guys think we'll need this?"
"What is it?" Shippō asked, bounding over. "What does the key go to?"
"Presumably a door." Myoga said from Inuyasha's shoulder. "It might just help lead us to the demon."
"Can't I just break the doors down?" Inuyasha asked, frowning. "It's so much faster."
"We don't want to alert the demons." Kagome scolded. "The key should come with us."
I could barely see Myoga jump from the half-demon's shoulder onto mine, the flea looking rather proud of me. "What an excellent eye you have to catch such a little thing in this darkness! I'm impressed." There wasn't really any need to be. I'm amazed I even saw it myself. If not for the light filtering in through the cracks in the walls it would be pitch black. "Wait- did any of you hear that?"
"Yeah, I heard it." Inuyasha tightened his grip on his sword and stepped forward, ears twitching. "I smell 'em too. Up ahead- several demons waiting for us."
I nearly jumped at the feel of two tiny hands grabbing onto my pantsleg, but quickly relaxed when I saw it was just Shippō. "Oh man… I-I don't like this."
"Shut up and toughen up!" Inuyasha barked, pushing past everyone and making his way to the entrance. "Just follow me; I'll take care of the demons."
"You're not going alone, Inuyasha!" Kagome told him, following from behind. "I'm coming with-!"
She got cut off when a large bat appeared out of nowhere. It headed straight towards her, claws extended. A scream erupted from her lips when it hit- talons raking hard across the flesh of her arm. Inuyasha reacted instantly upon seeing this, forgoing his sword in fear of causing Kagome anymore harm, and instead using his own sharp nails to claw at the creature- forcing it off. I shrieked upon seeing this, stumbling back in horror, and Shippō shouted something about how it wasn't alone; there were more demons right behind.
Several bats, in fact, that were much larger and had several eyes. An entire horde of them.
"Damn it!" I could hear the half-demon curse, voice loud enough to break through the chaos. "Why are there so many!?"
"Get off of me-!" A bright light appeared in the hallway, accompanied by a single arrow that purged any demon that came into contact with it. Kagome, despite the pain she was in, managed to kill three demons at once and inform of us just how many demons there were in the hall with us. "Oh god… where is Sango when we need her?"
So many…. Why are there so many? I can't even count- oh gods. I'm scared. I'm scared.
"W-We're gonna be eaten…" Shippō choked out, now being held tightly in my arms. "I-I don't wanna die!"
Ghosts. Are those actual ghosts? Are they demon ghosts or were they the spirits of those who were eaten by the spider, and they turned into demons as a result of their violent deaths? How does that work? How does any of this work? Why are there so many demons!? A-And why are they all looking at-
"Run for it!" Myoga's exclaimed before leaping off my shoulder, disappearing into the darkness as he fled. "Everyone save yourselves!"
"Get back you here you-!" Shippō started, reaching out to grab him, only to retract instantly when he saw something across from us. I heard it before I saw it; a low, deep growl. Footsteps clawing at the wooden floor, the ground creaking beneath the creature's weight. "I-Irene! Irene, look!"
Scared, cold seeping down into my very bones, I forced myself to whirl around and see what was there. A wolf- one seeming to be halfway decayed with several horns jutting out of its skull. Its glowing red eyes were piercing and I found my legs becoming weak as it stared me down, acidic saliva pooling from its lips and melting the ground it stood on. Teeth sharp and lips stained red, I just knew there was no making it out of this encounter alive.
"Sh-Shippō…" I breathed, suddenly very dizzy and out of air. "I… um. I'm sorry."
"D-Don't say that!" He cried, clinging so tightly to my neck it was strangling me. "I don't wanna die! I just met you!"
No. No, no, no. A scream ripped out of my throat as the wolf charged and I wrapped my arms around the fox demon, bolting to the side as the demon leapt into the air. "No!" Where was I running? Which direction am I heading? I can't see or think anymore. My heart is pounding so fast it feels like they're going to jump out of my chest, and my lungs won't stop burning- feeling as though they were molten lava. Should I throw Shippō in an attempt to get him away from the danger or should I just shield him with myself? What do I do!?
That was when I felt it; hot, sharp pain all across my back that quickly exploded into an agonizing warmth.
Shippō went flying from my hold- towards some humanoid looking demons- and rolled to a stop, horror written all over his face. I crashed hard to the ground, tears burning my eyes, vision blurred and head feeling very faint. I wasn't sure how much longer I was going to be able to stay conscious; I couldn't even hear anymore. It was all so eerily quiet.
I was just briefly aware of a weight on my lower back, the wolf walking on me as it prepared to bite into my throat.
Please, please, please…
I can't go out like this.
Maria…
I had to see her. Make sure she was safe.
Shikigami…
Shikigami, please. Please. Don't let me die.
My fingers twitched, blurry vision showing just how close they were to the acidic saliva that had dripped onto the ground. My shoulder was burning. Fire. Red, warm. It flickered to life and in that tiny flame I could just barely make out a shape. A howl reached my ears- familiar and far more kind than that of this wolf's- and with what little strength I had left I used to force myself to roll over, slamming my palm hard into the side of the demon's face.
"'O flame of thy loyal servant," I found myself shouting, despite never having heard these words before, voice almost feeling like it wasn't my own, "lend me your strength!"
The tiny flame erupted into a huge fire, taking the shape of a large dog that seemed to wrap around it. Then, as though it were a snake with the way it coiled around it, grappling it, it tore its large fangs into its throat and ripped the wolf's head clean off its body. The large dog licked its lips and shook his head, turning around and facing me now that its foe was gone. Fire danced off its hide and the barest trace of color could be made out from beneath as it walked, nearing me.
Then it bowed its head to me, eyes closed, and brushed his tongue against my burning shoulder. Licking my wounded shoulder, it took all but three seconds for the Shikigami to disappear from sight. That…
Just what kind of dog was that? I couldn't hecking tell, and yet...
...he was the one who saved me from being killed in the summoning, wasn't he? He's a Shikigami?
Ah, my shoulder doesn't hurt anymore. Where's-
"Shippō!"
He was frantically running around, throwing weird contraptions at the demons that kept missing by a hair's length. "Somebody save me~!" He wailed. "Stay away! I'm not big enough to be a meal yet!"
"Sh-Shippō!" For some reason I felt a little stronger, more refreshed, and I shakily pushed myself up. The fox demon heard me and quickly changed the direction he was running- not that there was much space in the first place- and he leapt into my arms. Just as the demons started to approach several arrows rained down, killing all but one of them. That last one was quickly taken out by Inuyasha, sliced in half by his blade. "Oh thank gods…"
"What a hassle…" The half-demon breathed, hair a mess and his kimono covered his blood. "Where they all just standing guard? And what was that?" He turned his attention to me, expression contorted from confusion. "Was that some Shikigami move that old man taught you?"
"I-I don't-"
"Inuyasha, Shippō, Irene!" Kagome called as he rushed over, holding onto her bleeding arm. "Are you guys alright- oh my god! Your back!"
Huh? Oh, right. I looked down to see that my shirt was totally torn, ripped in the same place where I had been shot before. This time, however, the edges were burned black. What was an awful, grotesque mesh of melted flesh was badly scarred skin. My back was shredded, too, and was still bleeding. The pain that had been forgotten came back in full force and I fell to my knees, bringing my hands up and hugging my shoulders tightly as I trembled. It hurt so bad- I've never felt such intense stinging pain before.
It was even worse than when those villagers attacked me.
"I-I've got-" Kagome's voice was panicked. "-bandages! Where are my- ack! Let go of my stuff!"
Seeing there was still another demon left, a stealthy bat that knew better than to ambush us and was looting our supplies instead, the young female teen readied her bow and let loose an arrow. It hit it directly, though her aim was a little off due to her wounded arm. The demon fell to the ground and dusted away, and the girl ran over to grab her bag. She was panting.
"I've got… ointments and… antidotes…" She gasped, exhausted as she made her way over. "God, that was a long battle. I'm used to fighting, but not such large numbers without Miroku and Sango…"
"...Who?" Those names sounded familiar, but I can't recall they've actually told me anything. Wasn't Miroku some lying monk? There's too much information to try and keep track of and- "Gah! Ow, ow- mmm!" I clamped my mouth shut, silencing any cries I had with groans of pain. "W-Warning… please…"
"Sorry." She apologized. "The faster the bleeding stops the better, so…"
"I don't get it." Shippō said, wiping the remaining tears off of his face, sniffling. "That weird… Shikigami healed your shoulder, right? Why not your back?"
"Maybe he's tired of you already?" Inuyasha suggested, squatting down and looking in Kagome's first-aid kit. He held up a piece of equipment, sniffing it cautiously and pulling his face away with a scowl. "Ick!"
"Don't smell it, you dog!" Kagome scolded, reaching over to smack his hand. "It'll bother your nose!"
"You tell me that now."
"Ow, ow- hey! Can we not argue s-so no more…" Oof. Dizzy. "No more demons… show up? Please…"
Kagome and Inuyasha both went silent at that, though both looked like they wanted to say something. The girl finished cleaning the injuries and ordered Inuyasha to turn around, who reluctantly did so, and she had me lift my shirt up so she could do proper stitches. That didn't hurt nearly as bad, but it still stung. Once everything was in order she wrapped some bandages around my torso, "If Sango was here we could just send her and Inuyasha up ahead… but with such a small group I'm a little anxious to do so."
Kagome sighed, pulling my shirt down.
"We're wasting so much time… but if those wounds didn't get treated who knows what would have happened? I'll try and hurry with mine."
"You humans are so weak." Inuyasha grunted, arms still tucked in his sleeves with him facing away from us. He huffed, turning his nose up in the air. Kagome gave him a small smile, apparently seeing through his act, before rolling her sleeves up and hissing in pain when it brushed the gash. "Jewel shard or not, that demon is gonna go down by my hands. Getting you guys hurt like this… it's unforgivable."
Did… I hear that right? I looked down at Shippō was currently sitting in my lap. "He won't admit it," he told me, "but Inuyasha does care. He just likes to act tough."
The half-demon's ears twitched. Next thing I knew Shippō was yanked out of my lap with his face to the floor, a bump on his head, and Inuyasha backed away as if he had never even moved.
"What did Irene just say about arguing?" Kagome scowled, rolling her sleeves back down now that she was patched up. She slung her bag over her shoulder and readied her bow. "Come on, now. Shippō- you're not hurt are you?"
"Just my head." He whimpered, pulling himself up from the ground. "Inuyasha- you're such a jerk! I hate you!"
"Feeling's mutual, kid."
Shippō's lip trembled and he leapt into Kagome's arms, crying into her chest. It didn't last long since we started walking, and he somehow transferred from her to me. We were a lot more cautious than before, yet walked even faster. All the demons that were defeated earlier must have come from all these empty rooms, and the deeper we went into the temple the worst the air became. Eventually we came across two doors- one that led to the main center of the temple and the other… well, we weren't sure.
Kagome tried to slide it open, but it was locked.
"They key!" Myoga piped up, appearing out of nowhere. Inuyasha glared at him, the flea residing on his shoulder.
"Now you come back."
"Try the key, Irene!"
"Why me?" I grumbled, awkwardly fishing the key out of my pocket and praying it didn't fall out during all the ruckus. It didn't. I fiddled with the old metal tool and hesitantly put it in the door, struggling to turn it. "C-Come on, please, don't… ah!" The door slid open due to how much force I was using. I jumped back, nearly crashing into Inuyasha, who placed a hand on the back of my head to stop me. "Sorry."
"Let's do this." He said, removing his hand and charging forward. "That demon won't know what hit him!"
"We really shouldn't be making so much noise." I muttered, following behind at a much slower pace. Kagome was right behind Inuyasha, despite not running as fast. "We're going to die…"
"N-No." Shippō stuttered. "We won't."
I'm not sure if I can be as confident anymore.
Oh, staircases? The cat! Where's the cat!? We must protect the kitten!
I quickened my pace and followed them downstairs, speed walking until I found Kagome and Inuyasha bickering again. This time it was over whether or not they should leave or take the cat with them. "I got it!" I quickly volunteered, glad to see I have found a use for myself. Shippō leapt out of my arms in order to let me pick up the cat- who I had sniff my hand before it allowed me to hold it. "It's all good! You'll be safe now, won't you? You adorable little baby, you."
Inuyasha made a face of disgust at the voice I used, while Shippō and Myoga were greatly amused. Kagome was behaving the same way I was. "We can't just leave it all alone! It must be so scared!"
"Kitten protection squad, assemble!" I nodded to myself, petting the calico's cat head gently. "It's official; while you guys fight the demon I'll protect the cat!"
"That sounds good." Kagome smiled. "You can't really fight, so it's for the best."
"Right." Inuyasha said. He started to move, "The demon is nearby and we can't risk you getting hurt even worse. Kagome, can you sense anything?"
"I'm not…" She closed her eyes, concentrating. "I'm not feeling anything, no. The demon might not have a jewel shard after all."
Inuyasha clicked his tongue in distaste. "What a waste of time. Alright. I'm going ahead- there's a strong smell and I don't like it. This hall reeks of blood."
"B-Blood?" Shippō stammered, clinging to my jeans. "What kind of blood?"
"Human blood." Inuyasha stopped in the doorway of the next room, fingers tightening around the handle of his great sword. Tetsusaiga? Tessaiga? One of the two; I couldn't remember what he said it was called. "You guys might want to stay back."
"We're not leaving you!" Shippō declared bravely as we went through another hallway, following the half-demon as he led us through the old temple. "It's dangerous to go alone! E-Even if it doesn't have a jewel shard it's attacked a lot of villagers, right? Not to mention how it has all these demons in this creepy temple…"
Kagome stepped forward. "He's right, Inuyasha. We can't let you go alone. It's too risky." She dropped her medicine bag to the ground, careful not to be too loud. Getting an arrow ready, she approached him. "The smell of blood and the thought of the spider's web is making me uneasy…"
"S-Spiders are bad." I forced myself to speak, petting the cat in my arms in an attempt to calm both me and it down. I would have to check its gender later; I disliked calling animals an "it". Their gazes turned to me and I tensed beneath their gazes, trying not to cringe at the aches from my wound. Walking hurt, but I would deal with it. "Th-They're creepy and gross and their web's are all sticky and it… it could be poisonous! It could be a poisonous spider. And the villagers thought I was the demon so i-it could be a shapeshifter? Is that a thing?"
"That's a thing, yeah." Shippō said, even more scared. His green eyes were watery. "You think it might be p-pretending to be a kidnapped villager?"
"We'll find out." Inuyasha boldly declared, "We can't come this far and turn back!"
"I-I'm not saying that…" I tried, shaking as the kitten nuzzled my neck. "I just meant-"
"Tsk." Inuyasha cut me off, scoffing at anything I tried to stay. "Even if it is a shapeshifted I'll be able to sniff 'em out. Just wait here. If you guys come with you'll just get in my way."
"What are you saying!?" Shippō exclaimed, bounding towards him. "Inuyasha~!"
Kagome frowned deeply. "No matter how strong you are it's too dangerous alone! We can help!"
"Oh, be quiet!" He snapped, shrugging her hand off his shoulder when she reached out for him. "He'll gobble you up easy when you're injured like that! It's better to handle a ghost by yourself anyway. I'll deal with the demon quickly and come back. Just stay here." Inuyasha stormed off, heading through the final door. It was the only door in the room, hidden by a strange smoke. "Don't get in my way!"
"Inuyasha!" Shippō cried out, starting to run after him. He stopped when the half-demon disappeared through the darkness. "That idiot! Always making decisions on his own!"
"That's what he said," Kagome sighed, "but he's really just trying to keep us from danger. We're all injured except for Shippō, so can you really blame the guy?"
"...It didn't sound like it." I forced myself to say, trying to speak my thoughts lest fear overtake me. "He's a-always so… so angry."
It's scary. But this world full of violence and bloodshed was even more terrifying. Was Inuyasha really going to be okay? He's strong, definitely, but… it was a spider demon. One that had killed and kidnapped many villagers.
"I know he acts mean," Kagome said, turning to face me, "but he's just proud. He doesn't like to let his true feelings show."
Shippō crossed his arms over his chest, tapping a paw against the ground. "You say that, but it's still hard to believe sometimes…"
"Yeah, it's-" Kagome went silent, inhaling sharply. "That's not…"
"What is it!?" Shippō questioned, worried. "What's wrong!?"
The girl turned her head, eyes focusing on the door obscured by black mist- the very one Inuyasha had gone through. "I'm sensing… a jewel shard. But thats- there wasn't any earlier!? Was it just hidden?" She stepped away from us, moving closer to the darkness. "It really is…"
"Jewel shard? The… The thing you shattered?"
Kagome winced at that and I looked down, guilty. I shouldn't have phrased it that way.
"I-I mean, the thing you're trying to get from… uh… N-Naraku?"
"Yeah."
"And if that demon has the shard…" Shippō looked pale. "Inuyasha is…"
"He's in trouble! Shippō, let's go!"
"Alright!" Shippō took a deep breath, steeling himself for the danger. "Got it!"
"Wh-What should I do?" I looked back-and-forth between. They stated themselves I wasn't fit for combat; we mentioned several times that I would wait. But… where? Outside? Here in this room? What if demons show up? "Inuyasha-"
"Wait here." Kagome ordered. I recoiled, startled by the intensity of her tone.
"O-Okay…" I knew I was going to have to stay put; I knew there wasn't anything I could do. I was weak and defenseless, and when I'm scared I can't really concentrate on getting the Shikigami fire to appear. How am I supposed to defend myself when I can't focus? What use do I have to this group of people who have been nothing but accommodating towards me? "I want to help…"
I don't like this at all.
My eyes watched the dark area where the gang had disappeared, my fingers running nervously through the cat's fur. Was this really the right thing to do? Standing here while they all fought? I didn't want to go anywhere near the danger, but I felt so guilty. I'm… I'm useless. Weak. If I wasn't so sick I could… try something. But if I get targeted there's no way I could run.
I'm just an obstacle in their path of saving people and obtaining the jewel shards.
How pathetic.
"Wh-What is this!?" A fierce shout caught my attention and my head snapped up, heart nearly stopping upon hearing the alarmed voice of Inuyasha. "It's disgusting!"
I instinctively stepped forward, wishing to check on them, only to come to a halt when a scream rang out. Blood curdling and scared, I knew at once who that cry belonged to. Kagome was in danger. I understood she was waltzing into danger with the others, but that was… oh gods. I feel sick. I don't want this.
Make it stop. Please, make it stop.
I can't move. Why can't I move?
The cat twisted itself out of my arms and I was too shaken to stop it. Before long it had run off somewhere and Shippō's cries were echoing in the distance. "I'm stuck! Somebody~! Help!" I can't breathe. My back hurts, my head is pounding, my heart won't stop racing. I felt so cold.
"I…" I have to move. Help them. Be a target. Distract the demon. Decoy. "I-I-!"
My legs finally started to work. I stumbled to the other side of the room, pushing my way through the blinding darkness, feeling for the door and making my way through it.
"Wh-What's happening!? A-Are you guys okay!?"
There was no preparing myself for what I was about to see.
What was once most likely a grand, ornate chamber was nothing more than ancient debris. Walls crumbled to nothing and the was floor molded so bad you could hardly make out what used to be beautiful wood. But I cared nothing for that- my attention was locked on the several large spiderwebs sticking to the various corners of the room. With how many there were the demon must have been living here for several long years, and you could make out multiple large cocoons that appeared… human sized.
Stuck in the webbings were my companions; Kagome tied up sideways multiple feet off the ground, Shippō stuck to the molded flooring, and Inuyasha trapped to a crumbling stone wall. And hovering above them, long legs crawling across a particularly threatening web, was…
...a giant spider.
"So, there's still one more of you," The creature hissed, mandibles clacking, "how wonderful."
It's body was a hideous, toxic purple. Large and bulging, the spider's legs were covered in hair. Horns jutted from the side of its head, long strands of black hair falling into its disturbingly humanoid face. Blood and saliva both dripped from its lips, green eyes cruel and filled with hunger. It's…
My legs started to shake. I felt so numb. I was completely petrified by my fear. "You've escaped me before," It mused, crawling towards Kagome- the girl completely immobile due to the webs, "so don't you think you should run? Or did you come to offer your blood to me, foolish human girl?"
Don't panic. This is just… a bad dream. Yes. Inuyasha, Kagome, and Shippō are fine and-
"L-Leave them alone!" My foot slid forward, voice cracking beneath the pressure, and I tried to appear more courageous than I felt. "Just… Just shut up!"
I'm crying. Frick, the tears won't stop falling. I can't do this. The demon laughed loudly at my idiocy, finding my weakness terribly amusing. Then he leaned his head back, making a sound akin to clearing his throat, and spitting out something-
"Gah!" I cried out, finding myself being flung back into the wall behind me, arm trapped by the webbing he had sent at me. No, no, no, no! This isn't happening; this can't be happening. I've had nightmares about being eaten by giant spiders before- I don't want it to be reality! "Get off!"
Pulling at my arm was futile. The web was too sticky and strong, and it refused to budge.
"Run, you stupid girl!" Inuyasha screamed at me from his spot against the wall. "He's got shards of the jewel! You'll be killed! Save yourself!"
"Just get out of here!" Kagome pleased, pale-faced as the spider continued his march towards her. "You can still make it!"
If I run… they'll all die and the demon will catch up and kill me after. If I stay I'll die with them. There's no winning regardless. We're doomed. What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to run if I can't even break out of this stupid webbing!? They aren't thinking this through either! We're all going to be eaten unless-!
Shikigami! That's right. I can make a little ball of flame if I focus. Deep breaths, don't think about the way the spider is crawling towards Kagome or the way it keeps clicking its mandibles together. Focus on the warmth of the flame a-and how it felt when I broke that rock. Easy. Simple. Please… Shikigami…
Unleash your power, I beg of you. Get rid of this awful web.
I don't know what to do.
This is all I can do.
Please!
Warmth, gentle and soft, began to emit from my hand. A red light shimmered out from my skin like a flame, encasing the web and melting it away. My arm fell to my side and my legs gave out, head throbbing as dizziness took over. I stared in disbelief at the sight, hardly able to understand why that actually worked. "Oh my gods…"
"You broke free!" Shippō exclaimed. "Now run away!"
"What?" I inhaled sharply, looking up to see him staring at me from his spot on the ground. The little fox demon child, buried beneath layers of webbing. "I-I can't… l-leave you…"
I freed myself, so I should be able to free the others. Right?
"You should just give up already." The demon hissed. It turned away from Kagome, attention now focused solely on me as it saw I had broken out. "You can't escape."
It isn't wrong. There would be no way I could outrun it. My lungs were already at their limit in this badly decayed room. I imagine I would be passing out very quickly if things kept going at the rate they were. This mold was not good for me at all. The dampness of the temple and all the dirt… it was painful to inhale.
But I wasn't going to sit and be useless any longer. I'm not going to let anyone die.
For a split second my gaze met Inuyasha's- the golden amber intense as they bore into my own brown eyes. Did he really expect me to just run away? He should know better than anyone that's impossible with my condition. "Get out of here!" The half-demon shouted. I frowned, biting my trembling bottom lip, and forced myself to stand. It was then that I saw it; the stone Inuyasha was being pinned to…
...it was glimmering green, just like the Serpentine Rock I had broken at the pond. Could I break it from so far away? Would it create an explosion of some sort if it did break? There was so much of it I'm hoping it might spread to the webs. What it fails? What if it hurts the others? Inuyasha was close to it, after all. I just want to break the webs and maybe hurt the spider.
Okay. Okay, calm down. Panicking isn't good. Confidence is key, yes?
Shikigami don't like weaklings, but maybe if I ask nicely they might help out? It seems to be that way; every time I used it I've asked politely. Perhaps they like manners?
Yes. Let's do that.
Hands shaking and legs trembling so bad they felt like jello, spots dancing in my vision, I laced my fingers together and swallowed the lump in my throat. I had to do this. It was now or never. Shikigami… I accept you, wholly and completely. This is reality and… there's no escaping that. If I am to be your master or ally, then please do as I ask.
"Praying?" The spider snickered, climbing down from his web to approach me. "How weak. That's it; I'm gonna eat you first. A little foreigner for dinner is bound to be… quite delicious."
Stay away.
Focus.
Don't come near me.
Shikigami, please.
"Idiot, what are you just standing there for!?" Inuyasha screamed. "Run! Run away!"
"You have to get out of here!" Kagome cried.
"Quickly, run away!" Shippō begged. "Maria can't lose you like this!"
The spider demon sent another string of webs at me, hitting me hard across the chest and pinning to the wall again- this time high off the ground. But, to its misfortune, I was still pleading with the Shikigami. Red light was brimming from my fingertips and a circle appeared behind me, red flames flickering to life. It grew brighter and brighter, until suddenly it encased the whole room.
It licked at the webs, racing along each strand and spreading farther along the connected strings. The fire danced along the walls and floor, and when it came into contact with the very people I was trying so desperately to protect it did nothing to harm them. They fell from their cocoons and collapsed, and those other cocoons in the back of the room rolled away in the deep crimson flames that threatened to swallow the whole area. It didn't stop, even as it finally made contact with the walls made from Serpentine Rock.
No, it only got worse.
As soon as the fire flicked against that sparkling green rock the walls began to crumble away, debris flying everywhere. A flash of white and Inuyasha was leaping across the room, unperturbed by the flames surrounding him. They did him no harm even as they brushed the skin of his feet and the cloth of his kimono, and he easily scooped Kagome and Shippō up into his arms. The spider raged and shook the earth, collapsing to the floor, spitting out webs furiously in an attempt to cease the spreading fire.
At this point all strength left me.
My body gave out on me completely and an arm wrapped around my stomach, keeping me from falling, lifting me over a shoulder. As the ceiling gave in and toppled on the spider, all that could be heard was its shrieks of demonic fury. Unlike the others, the spider was not shared the same kindness from the Shikigami spell- instead burning away alongside the flames. Inuyasha carefully led us out of the room, avoiding the debris, and into the safety of the dark basement.
And, for a split second, everything went black.
When I awoke Kagome was hovering over me, hands pressing down on my ribs as though trying to administer CPR. I wheezed and coughed, turning onto my side and gasping for oxygen. Everything hurt. "Oh, thank goodness! I-I was so scared that you… How are you feeling? What you did back there was incredible! Your power of Shikigami is amazing!"
She helped me sit up, watching as I struggled to breathe evenly. Where was everyone? What about the spider demon? "I-Inu...yasha… Sh-Shippō? Wh-Where…?"
"They're fine." Kagome told me, smiling in relief. "You saved us. I don't know how you did it, but that fire didn't hurt at all! It was… really warm and comforting, actually. I could feel you trying to protect us. You wanted to stop the demon, but keep us safe. So it hurt the spider. Your Shikigami is so different from the others I've experienced…"
"Th… That… a good thing?" I wheezed, looking up at her tiredly. She nodded, reaching out and brushing my bangs out of my face. I was sweating badly. "Yay… I did… good thing."
I want to sleep. But if I sleep… will I wake up?
I'm scared to find out.
"Hey." Inuyasha's voice rang out. "She awake?"
"Yeah!" Kagome answered. "Just exhausted. This temple isn't good for her lungs and I think that spell took a lot out of her."
"Hmph. I'll say. She managed to send the entire room above crashing down on that demon." Inuyasha said, although I could hear the grin in voice. "Honestly, for someone so sick you have some pretty strong powers. I guess bringing you along wasn't a waste after all. Sure took out a bit of that demon- but he's gonna wake up pretty soon. He has the power of a jewel shard or two, after all."
"Gah! Inuyasha, Kagome!" Shippō bounded out of the collapsed room, running at the pair. "I think it's moving!"
"Speak of the devil." Inuyasha remarked, only to curse. He unsheathed his sword, transforming it. "Damn. I was hoping we could recover a bit longer!"
"D-Demon?" I winced, turning my head. He looked at me. "Again?"
"Yeah. We have no choice but to fight. ...You with us, Irene?"
Huh? Am I… with them?
As in… he wants me to join the battle?
The ground began to shake as the demon pushed itself out of the debris, "Curse you all!" The demon screeched. "I'm going to drain every last drop of blood! There won't be anything left when I'm through with you! GRAAAH!"
Shakily placing a hand on Kagome's shoulder, I forced myself to stand. "I doubt… I'll be much use, but…" A strange determination bubbled inside of me, fueled by nothing more than my own fear. Nodding at the half-demon, I blinked away my tears, voice cracking as I said, "Y-Yeah. I'm… with you."
"We can do this together." Kagome told me, grabbing her quiver of arrows of the ground. "Let's go."
"Yeah!" Shippō declared, visible shaken yet still acting strong. "I-I'll even use my fox magic!"
"I'll KILL YOU~!" The walls ahead caved in as the demon pushed its way out, infuriated. The burns that ran along its body seemed to be healing, fading away as the flesh closed up. It could regenerate? What on earth-!? Time and again I'm constantly reminded that this time period was unlike the one I was used to. "DIE!"
Reeling its head back, it spat out large strings of webbing. Inuyasha leapt out of the way, grabbing Kagome with incredible speed, while Shippō and I were left to fend for ourselves. By some strange manner of luck I managed to throw myself to the side and avoid it, but Shippō's paw was stuck to the ground- pinned by the sticky webs. "Help! I'm stuck!"
"Sh-Shippō!" Dizzy yet unfaltering, I pushed myself up and started to scramble over to him on all fours- not paying much attention to the demon anymore. "H-Hold on!" I coughed, spots dancing in my vision as my lungs craved for oxygen. I wasn't about to let the little fox child die. "I-I got… I got you!"
I skidded to a stop beside him, the little fox trying to quickly melt the web away with a green fire. It was working- only at a slow pace. Shippō tried so hard, but his fire just wasn't that strong yet. Could I… yeah. Let's try it. I held my hand over the web, recalling the warmth. That… red flame. Burning away all that dared cause harm and leaving those not a threat unscathed.
An arrow, bright and almost blinding, flashed through the air. "There! In the stomach!" The weapon flew past the demon's head, lodging into its back. The spider let out a cry of pain, rearing back onto its hind legs. "The jewel shard is there!"
"Got it!" Inuyasha shouted, leaping high into the air. Following Kagome's instructions, he ran towards the demon's exposed belly. "Take this! WIND SCAR!"
"You want my shard… you'll see it first hand!"
To my surprise the web melted away, the fire in my hands doing no harm to Shippō at all, and I looked up in time to see the strangest thing happen with Inuyasha's sword. Blue winds seemed to swirl around it, as the sword was taking in some kind of energy from the air itself. It shone a brilliant hue as he swung it down, and several large streaks of gold lightning seemed to expand out from the blade. Only destruction ensued, the temple creaking and shaking as more debris flew everywhere, cracks tearing deep into the ground towards the spider demon.
It sensed it was in trouble and leapt out of the way, spitting out several webs as it crawled along the walls. Its green eyes were absolutely venomous as it glared down at us. Charging it towards the half-demon it opened its mandible wide open, the inside of its mouth visible for everyone to see. "
"Inuyasha!" Shippō shouted, running at him and the spider. The demon managed to get close to snag the silver-haired teen, the only thing keeping the boy alive being the sword sheltering him from the demon's jaw. He was sandwiched between those mandibles, the jagged edge of one digging into his back and drawing blood. "Let me help!"
Wait- I want to do something, too! Tired and sick as I am, I hated being useless. Now that I have an idea as to how to use the Shikigami I want to contribute! I can't stand this; they're getting hurt protecting me and… I said I'd fight. I can do this. I don't want Inuyasha or anyone else to die! I won't stand for it!
Stumbling forward, stunned from the sheer depth of chaos Inuyasha's demonic sword had caused, I held my hands out in front of me and prayed to the Shikigami- asking for their help. At that time Shippō had pulled out a spinning top from his vest and threw it at the demon spider, letting it rip from a string attached to it. "Hah! Fox magic spinning top; go!"
"Shikigami, please!" I begged, a bright red light forming beneath my feet in the form of a pentagram, slowly turning blue as it increased in size. "Save us!"
The blue flame enveloped my body and rose high above, taking the form of a large creature. A roar releasing from the Shikigami, now being easily recognizable as an eastern wyvern dragon, it flew through the air and lunged towards Shippō. For a moment I was beyond horrified, scared that I had just caused great harm to my friend when I heard him scream- but the blue light that was the dragon seemed to engulf him and shoot out towards the spinning top. It increased its size by at least three, making it even larger than what it had transformed into, and it landed hard on top of the spider's head.
This allowed Inuyasha to break free of its grasp, the demon losing its grip on him. The half-demon jumped back and landed, grimacing as his kimono grew stained with blood. He readied his sword for an attack.
Shippō's magic toy was spinning so hard it started to create smoke, the blue flames turning red as it spread along the demon's flesh. Drawing back the bowstring, Kagome let loose another arrow and shouted, "Good job you guys! Now- hit the mark!" Filled with spiritual power, it landed hard into the demon's neck. She looked quite pleased and wasted no time in releasing another. "Take that! I'm not about to fall to the likes of you! Inuyasha-!"
"Leave the rest to me!" The half-demon ran through the flames, feet pounding hard against the wall as he sliced through the strands of web, catching up with the thrashing demon quickly as it leapt up onto its web to escape the fiery spinning top. "Bite on this-! HRAAAH!" Jumping high into the air, Inuyasha descended down on the demon with his blade. Tearing into its shoulder and slicing all the way down to its stomach, Inuyasha stretched his claws and dug his hand far into the demon's belly.
Those few seconds passed as my heart beat stilled, breath stopped even as the fire still burned. The spinning top shrunk away and fell to the ground, and as the demon let out a blood curdling screech Inuyasha yanked his hand out. The demon smacked Inuyasha away and what was in his hand flew free. Quickly calculating the trajectory of the glimmering object's fall I lunged, no longer caring about my lungs and how much they currently hurt.
Without any regard to my injuries or health, I lunged and slid painfully on my side, catching the small shard in my right hand. I could hear Kagome screaming in the distance, something about how I shouldn't touch it, but it was too late. The shard was held securely in my palm and the spider demon disintegrated, falling to nothing now that the power keeping it alive was gone.
"Irene~! Irene, are you okay!? Give me the shard, quick!" Kagome cried, dashing over. I winced and sat up, hacking up a storm and wheezing. "It's been tainted- you'll be affected if you… if you…" She slowed to a stop, watching as I wiped the dirt and blood off my chin. "You're not feeling any different?"
"I still… can't breathe," I grimaced, "if that's what you mean."
I held the shard up for her, only to blink when I saw that the darkness coloring it purple was fading away. When Kagome reached out to take it the color disappeared completely- instead being replaced with a brilliant white sheen. "I wonder… is it because of the Shikigami?"
"Hey!" Shippō and Inuyasha hurried over. "Are you guys okay!? Did you see that!? What Irene and I did!? It was crazy!"
"It was something." Inuyasha commented, sheathing his sword. He looked at Kagome, the jewel shard, and then at me. "Did you plan that?"
"I-I, uh," Not really, "I just… wanted to help?"
"Well, you did great. I guess you aren't totally useless."
Wait. Did he just… compliment me? I stared at him dumbfounded, uncertain if I was hearing him correctly. "I… I did?"
Kagome nodded, completely genuine. "Yeah! If it weren't for you combining your attack with Shippō, that thing might have been a lot harder to take down! You should do that more often! Thank you so much for helping us!""
"It was so cool!" Shippō exclaimed, waving his arms about, before suddenly slumping over. "I'm really tired though… that took a lot of energy to do. Phew… I need a nap."
"Agreed, though we should probably search for those villagers first." Kagome suggested. Inuyasha laced his arms behind his head. "They ran away after the spider got buried by Irene's flames…"
"You guys found the villagers?" My eyebrows knitted together, confused. Kagome smiled at me and Shippō grinned. Inuyasha turned away, though the corner of his mouth was tilted upwards. "Wh-Where were they? When was this?"
I was with them the entire time and I don't recall us finding anyone. Inuyasha walked away, heading towards the hallway we came from. "Over here. Those cocoons that were in the room when we found the spider? They were inside them. Your flames freed those humans when you freed us." We followed the half-demon through the hallway to the upstairs, where several villagers were lying in wait. "That's them."
They were all huddled together, cowering close together, adults and children alike. There were maybe seven in total. "I can't… believe… You mean I saved them? I-I saved those people?"
"Yup!" Kagome chirped, looking rather proud of me. "It was after the spider got buried by the ceiling. When you fell unconscious, remember? You stopped breathing, so I did CPR, and… well, here we are! The little girl, Sachi, is with them. The flames you used didn't seem to hurt them at all."
It can't be. My eyes were seeing who was there, but I couldn't believe it. "A-And…And Maria isn't… she wasn't… there?"
"...No, Irene." Kagome lowered head, resting a hand on my shoulder as I choked. "She wasn't."
"But the good news is," Shippō quickly said, speaking up, "they said the spider hadn't eaten any foreigners! So that means Maria is still alive somewhere!"
But that also means we're nowhere close to finding her. This was all for nothing.
No. No, it wasn't. We saved these people. I saved these people. They're alive because I came with Inuyasha, Kagome, and Shippō. Working together we… helped free them. They'll be able to see their families again. So why… does it still hurt?
Even though we did such a great thing…
...why do I still feel so empty?
...
It took even longer to get back to the village than it did on our way here, as we had to move at a much slower pace to accommodate the villagers. The children seemed very concerned with why Inuyasha had to carry me around everywhere, and were very worried about our wounds. Most of the time Kagome and Shippō were the one answering any questions, as I wound up falling asleep during most of our journey.
Interestingly enough when we had gotten to the temple it was late, but when we left it was early morning. Apparently we had spent the entire night travelling through the old building and fighting demons. Which meant that by the time we finally made it to Akebi village we were all desperate for food. The adults thanked us repeatedly and took the children away to reunite with their families, and we escorted Sachi back to the hut where her parents lived.
When the mother saw us walk in through the door with her child in front… she dropped everything she was doing. Clay pots and bowls clattered to the ground and she ran forward, embracing the little girl tightly. Tears spilled from her eyes and she questioned Sachi rapidly. Hands on the girl's face, feeling her warmth, then checking her for any cuts or bruises. The girl started to cry herself, wailing about how much she had missed her mommy and daddy and how scary it was being kidnapped by the demon.
She treated us to dinner as thanks and when the husband came home… he was stunned to see us around the fire pit, Sachi in her mother's arms. Kagome had treated everyone's injuries, even going back over my stitches to clean the scratches some more, and Inuyasha's hanjuban and red kimono top discarded beside him to show off the fresh new bandages wrapped around his abdomen. Shippō had to wake me up when the husband showed up, leaving me greatly disgruntled.
What had me even more grumpy was the fact that the man, Gosuke, took that as his chance to get right up in my face and bow. I was not a morning person. "My daughter told me all that happened! And you-! I am so sorry for what I did back then! I can't apologize enough." I struggled to sit up, staring at him with wide eyes. This was not how I was expecting the day to go. "I hurt you and yet… you still brought her back to me."
He raised his head, eyes misty. I had already forgiven this man for attacking me, but he still felt he had to atone. I mean, I'm glad he regrets it… but he's making me feel awful with all this apologizing. Gosuke shook his head.
"I misjudged you greatly- you and your friends."
Friends? Were we all friends? Kagome and Shippō certainly, but Inuyasha as well? He was always yelling at me, insulting me, and… going out of his way to help me. Most of it was per Kaede or Kagome's orders, but he didn't have to carry me as much as he did. He didn't have to protect me. He even complimented me when I used the Shikigami to free them.
I… I want to be friends. With all them. Everyone I meet I want to call an ally.
Violence was horrid and… when I was first told I was in the Feudal Era I didn't know what to think. Being thrust into this bloody world without my sister by my side, suddenly attacked by villagers and demons alike, and learning I had a mysterious power called Shikigami? It was illogical. Transcending time to the past of a totally different country… how on earth does that work?
Yet… even though I'm scared and I still doubt myself greatly, I feel like I can do this.
So long as I have these people I can call friends by my side. People I know who won't leave me for death; who will help me find my sister, even if I'm not the most skilled or talented person. I'm hardly useful, but I had a good grasp of how to use the Shikigami in the fight. Shippō's attack didn't seem to do any real damage to the spider until I added the blue flame to it- which burned the demon as a result.
With them, together, I'm sure we can get through things.
Jewels shard hunting and locating Maria.
"J-Just a little bit." I forced myself to joke, trying very hard to not get emotional. "It, uh, it happens, so… like I said; I don't blame you. No need to worry about it."
"But I must!" He argued, sitting up straight with his feet beneath him. I wondered how his ankles didn't hurt; that kneeling position was very common here in Japan. "Without you my daughter would had been left as fodder for that… that beast! I can't just turn a blind eye to what I've done!"
I mean, that's fair… but-
"Here! I have something for you!" He stood, making his way over to the other side of the hut- disappearing into another room. Running out, Gosuke suggested as he held out a small bag towards me, "Perhaps it can help you on your journey? You've suffered great wounds, haven't you? Take it for medicine- to restock on what you used up! Or even food to bring with you! My wife and I don't have much; it's just a modest home, but we'd be honored to let you stay for the night to rest."
"Yes, please!" Yone, the mother of Sachi and wife of Gosuke, said. She walked over from the coal stove, hands pressed together. "Let us accommodate you just this once? I'm sure you must be exhausted from such a heinous ordeal."
"That'd be wonderful," Kagome told them with a tired, grateful smile, "but we really must be going. The food was delicious and I can't thank you enough for that. But we would just imposing if we stayed any longer. The demons that were in the temple are gone now, so you shouldn't have anymore problems with them anymore. Right, Inuyasha?"
The half-demon huffed as he pulled his undershirt back on. Kagome put away her medicine. "Yeah, but only because we nearly got ourselves killed in the process. I don't like facing danger for every stranger we meet with a sad backstory, you know!"
"Yes, of course! I understand." Gosuke nodded at his words. "That's why I put this together in case you returned victorious! It's not much, but we wanted to show you our appreciation for saving our daughter." He looked back at me. "Will you accept it? Please?"
Hesitantly reaching out I took the small bag from him, startled to hear the sound of coins jingling from inside. Opening it, I was alarmed to see that it was indeed change. "M-Money?" Wasn't cash hard to come by these days? "Why give me this? Don't you need it? I-I don't… we can't, um, I mean-"
Hopeless in this kind of situation I looked up at Kagome and Shippō for help. Their expressions told me I was on my own.
"I-It would be rude to just… I can't!"
"I think it would be more rude to not accept." Kagome told me. Oh, so now she gives advice. I see how it is. "We do need the money. What do you think, Inuyasha?"
"I'd say just shut up and take it. More we got the better."
"But…" I didn't want to rob them of their earnings. What if taking this made their life even harder somehow? Slumping my shoulders, I gave in to defeat. "O-Okay… thank you. I'm sorry. Uh, how much is in here, anyway?"
Yone smiled. "One thousand yen."
Chapter 6: The Spirits' Trust
Chapter Text
Walking was easier by this point. I couldn't move too quickly without causing stress to my back, but I no longer had to rely on Inuyasha to carry me everywhere. Rescue inhalers are a blessing, but so are nebulizers- which I had to hide out in the back of the hut to use while Shippō and Inuyasha stood guard so no villager could see. I was really freaked out about paradoxes or something equally bad happening, but then again…
How do I know that I didn't already cause great change? Kagome's been time travelling even longer than I have, so maybe the course of history has already been totally rewritten and we don't realize it because we are already living the change? Urk. My head hurts.
Either way, by the time I was done I had gone back inside where Kagome had given me a top to wear. My back was totally exposed in my sweater dress top, so Kagome gave me one of her extra uniform tops. It was a bit small, but I thanked her regardless. I felt kind of silly wearing a school uniform since I graduated High School, especially because of how foreign it was.
It did not suit me at all. The only uniform I ever wore were the ones for gym and band class.
"Hey, that old man is still here." Inuyasha suddenly commented as we were heading for the town exit. His nose twitched as he sniffed the air, arms folded into his kimono. "We should go talk to him, don't you think? Maybe he could teach you some more about that Shikigami stuff."
Kagome stopped walking, clapping her hands together. By some miracle her bike didn't fall over. "Yeah! That's a great idea, Inuyasha! Let's go do that, Irene."
"Uh, okay… sure." Sounded like a good plan. "We can tell him what happened with Shippō and the webs!"
"Let's go!" Shippō exclaimed excitedly. "I can't wait to find out what else you and I can do with our magic!"
With that we changed course, following Inuyasha to the pond where the old man was sitting. Compared to last time, however, Kakuju was now standing in the spot where the Serpentine Rock once resided. Maybe he just wanted me to destroy the rock so he could feel the wind better? I don't know.
"Well," The old man mused as we approached, hearing our footsteps, "that was certainly quick. Hardly even two days and yet you've already experienced so much."
Kakuju turned around, carefully using his cane to guide himself towards us. He stopped a few feet away. Tilting his head as a breeze blew by, the elder nodded his head.
"Yes. The power of the Shikigami is much stronger now; I can sense it. You've learned how to use your strength in a fight, haven't you?"
Knowing he was talking to me I froze up, awkwardly bringing my hands up in front of me and fiddling with my fingers. I could feel everyone's eyes on me- waiting for a response. An answer or explanation that would lead to something greater being taught by this stranger. "Y-Yeah, well, it's… complicated?"
"How so?" He asked, no hint of impatience or exasperation in his voice. Kakuju was calm, kind even as he awaited further details. "Please, tell me everything that happened."
And so I did. My habit of talking was shown as I went into every little detail on our journey, informing him of how I was able to make little balls of light appear when I concentrated and that Shippō was even helping by showing how he conjured foxfire. Then I went into depth of the battle against the many demons, mentioning the decaying wolf that would have killed me had this large dog not appeared from the fiery pentagram on the ground. I told Kakuju how after it killed the demon it approached and licked my shoulder, healing it, and then disappeared.
"-when I went in to see how everyone was doing," I choked, getting caught up in the emotion of the tale and getting hit by the pure shock of how truly scary it was, "they were all trapped in these… these spider webs! A-And then I got stuck and I didn't know what to do, and they were all yelling at me to… to run; I- I wanted to help. I hated…"
I took a deep breath, stopping myself from blurting out my true thoughts. I hated talking about my feelings.
"I hated… not being able to do anything." I forced myself to admit, lowering my head. "E-Everyone is so nice to me despite how much I… burden them. I just get in the way. So I asked the Shikigami for help and…"
"Irene…" I could hear Kagome say, saddened by what she was hearing. Shippō, who was on my shoulder, rested a small hand on the top of my head. Sniffling, pretending that I wasn't blurting my doubts and self-hatred out for everyone to hear, I tried to clear my throat and speak more confidently.
It didn't work as well as I hoped. "I asked the Shikigami for help, to save us, a-and… that was when the blue dragon appeared. That was after I conjured the red flame that melted all the webs and exploded the walls, but… i-it worked? It was when Inuyasha was stuck in the spider's…" I brought my hands up, cringing as I tried to mimic the mandibles. "...mouth thing, and Shippō let loose an attack. The dragon kinda hit him and latched onto the spinning top he used, a-and it burned the spider!"
"It's true!" Shippō added, speaking. His arms were wrapped around my neck in a hug, the fox demon holding himself up without my help. I proceeded to grab him so he wouldn't have to tire himself out, cradling him to my chest like one would a toddler. "My fox magic is nothing but a bunch of illusions, so while it would hurt the spider it wouldn't cause any real damage! But Irene's Shikigami did something to it!"
"I see." Kakuju thought deeply about this for a moment. "Minimal use of Shikigami power that would spread and free your allies, as well as spiritual summoning. To think you could be strong enough to cause an explosion…"
"That… wasn't me." I found myself saying, making a face as I went into deep thought. Finding the right words to phrase my next sentence was difficult. "I… I didn't make the explosion. That wasn't- um, I… I used the Shikigami and the flame… touched Serpentine rock. The walls were made out of it and… I think that's what caused the explosion? The rock? I just… wanted a distraction so I could try and… help everyone."
There was nothing strong about me. The Shikigami deserved all the praise.
"That may be true," Kakuju said as if sensing my dark thoughts, "but the fact that they answered your call shows they trust you. And trust deals a large part in using Shikigami, not to mention combining powers."
"Well, either way," Inuyasha spoke up from the back of the group, "whatever it was you did caused us to break free and let us defeat that demon. And what you did back there with Shippō- maybe you aren't made for battling on the front lines, but you're not totally useless either. What you did was pretty helpful."
Perhaps I was reading into this wrong, but was he trying to cheer me up? Is that what Inuyasha was doing? I lifted my head, turning to meet his gaze. His amber eyes were genuine.
"It took a lot of energy out of both of us, I think, but I'm willing to do it again." Kakuju turned his attention to Shippō- not quite looking at him and more staring through him. "Irene was hurt pretty badly when she did it, so I think she was just desperate. Maybe the Shikigami spirits felt bad for her? But then there was that dog that appeared out of flame! Why did it just heal her shoulder and not her back, too?"
Kagome raised a hand to her injured arm, frowning. "That's what I was wondering. Why do that if not finish the job? Maybe…"
"Maybe it thought her back could heal on its own?" Inuyasha suggested, resting his hands behind his head lazily. "Only a demon could heal from a melted shoulder, but any human strong enough can get through a couple scratches on their back."
"That could be it," Kagome mused, a hand to her chin, "and coming from a fellow dog like you that would make sense…"
"Okay, first off-! I'm a dog demon, thank you very much!"
"Half dog demon, Inuyasha."
"You wanna fight?"
"Dog…" I murmured, something itching in the back of my mind. What was it? Suddenly I snapped my head up, eyes mouth, shrieking in horror, "Oh my god! Kagome, the cat! We left the cat!"
"What cat?" Kakuju inquired. Kagome smacked her hands to her face, alarmed.
"The one at the temple!" She cried. "We left the cat there!"
"I can't believe it…" I hung my head. "How could we have left it? We're terrible people! Agh!"
Kagome gasped. "We must have forgotten due to all that panic!"
"It'll be fine, won't it?" Shippō asked, worried for the poor creature. "The demons are all gone…"
I dragged my hands through my hair, ruffling the dark chocolate mess. "I hate myself. I want to go home. We need to go back and get that kitten."
Inuyasha looks absolutely flabbergasted by our behavior and barked, annoyed, "We are not going back to that old temple just for some dumb cat!"
"Says you!" I retorted, scowling and going into a small coughing fit. "You're a dog! You're biased!"
"Yeah!" Shippō agreed. "You have no say in this matter! The cat must be protected!"
"Now, now!" Kakuju cut in, raising a hand up to calm us. "Before you all take off there is something I must teach Irene. The dog spirit that helped her is not just any ordinary Shikigami spirit; it is a familiar. Perhaps one you might even recognize from somewhere…?"
"What?" I blinked, looking at him confused. It was easy to distract me, so my attention was easily caught by the profound question. "Where I've… seen it before?"
"Yes."
That's… strange. I don't think I've seen it anywhere before- oh. Oh my god; it really was that dog, wasn't it? Realization dawned on me and I could hear Shippō asking me something, demanding to know what I just thought of, but instead of staring at Kakuju my attention turned to Inuyasha instead.
He was the one who found me when I first came here to this time period. "Inuyasha…"
The half-demon raised an eyebrow at me when he saw my expression, hearing how my voice quivered. He lowered his arms, frowning. "What is it?"
"Th-That light you saw that killed the demon… when you first found me? That was the dog."
"...So?"
"So?" I repeated, flabbergasted by his lack of understanding. I turned around, walking over until I was in front of him, breathlessly waving my hands around in the air to try and get my point across. "Wh-When I fell through the stream with Maria there were lights! One wrapped around her, okay? A-And it was… it was like it was crushing me a-and trying to… to tear me apart! And then this animal appeared and forced it back!" Yes, that's what happened. My memories were coming back to me now that I actually understood what's going on. "A dog Shikigami saved me from that person's Shikigami! The person who summoned me here tried to kill me, but it wouldn't let them! So it saved me and took me away from wherever it was bringing me Maria, and it brought me to you."
"...I'm not following. Are you saying it planned for me to find you?"
"Yes?" I shook my head. "No? I dunno. Point is; you are half dog- demon or not! Don't you think that maybe it knew you wouldn't let me die?"
"Wait," Shippō said, "I'm confused. Didn't you wind up at Akebi Village first?"
I held a finger in the air, mouth opened in full preparation to answer that, before I paused. "True… but only because I walked there. I could have just as easily walked in the other direction- which is where I got attacked by the demon! That light Inuyasha saw must have been that dog!"
"This is all very confusing." Kagome sighed, resting a hand against her forehead. "It's giving me a headache."
"Me too!" I exclaimed. "But- we're getting somewhere, right? We're learning stuff! This is good! If we can just figure out who the Summoner is we might be able to find Maria!
"Summoner?"
"Yeah! You know, the person who brought me to this time period!?" I whirled around, answering the question without much thought, only to freeze when I realized I just blurted out the secret to Kakuju. "A-Ah, and by that I mean, uh…"
Frick. How does Kagome do this? I got too excited.
The old man looked greatly confused. "I beg your pardon? You are… from a different time?"
"Yes…" Kagome answered slowly, stepping forward to stand beside me. "Irene and I are both from two different futures. I travelled here from over five hundred years ahead, while she's even farther than that. But… our situations are different from each other. I'm actually the reincarnation of a dead priestess, and Irene… well- she was summoned here by a person. She and her sister. Our best guess is that they wanted Maria for something, but the spell could only be activated thanks to Irene. We're trying to find her so we can send them home."
"The future…" Kakuju didn't speak for a very long minute. "I can tell you are not lying, though what you say does concern me. There are not many wielders of Shikigami who are strong enough to perform a summoning ritual of another human being, in fact- the only I can think of who could do such a thing has been dead for a very long time."
"Well, that's lame." Inuyasha huffed. "Blabbin' the secret after yelling at me for suggesting it, and we don't even get anything out of it."
"I can't offer any advice on how to help you, I'm afraid," Kakuju apologized, "but there is one thing I can do. Irene, come stand in front of me."
"Uh… okay?" It still felt weird. "Now what?"
He extended his hand out to me and took it. Oddly enough, it reminded me of my grandfather's hand. "Close your eyes… feel the power within you. Call upon the Shikigami and asked for their assistance. You and your allies are injured, and you wish to resume your journey unscathed- yes? Feel the rush of the river stream… and reach out to it."
Taking a deep breath I tried to do as instructed. I focused on that feeling inside me, that warmth from the Shikigami as it wrapped around me to envelope my body in its soft flames. I was so panicked before I could never really notice it, but Kagome was right; it truly was comforting. It reminded me of a hug, almost, bringing back memories of my siblings and my parents. My best friend. Maria as we would talk about anime and videogames, cuddling with her cat, and drawing.
I remembered being curled up next to her, arms around her waist, her nails lightly running along my back and washing away all my anxiety and stress.
A sob building up in the back of my throat, the red flame around me suddenly turned blue. The warmth turned into a coolness, like when you're floating underwater and decide to rise to the surface. A relaxing feeling, yet somehow overwhelming at the same time. Just how am I supposed to find Maria if I die beforehand?
I don't want her to have to deal with another loss; she's had so many people go away already. I can't leave. I have to stay alive to find her. But how?
This era is even more detrimental for my health than ours, with or without the demons.
I want to be useful; I want to be able to help. This Shikigami power of mine…
If it can heal instead of fight, that's fine with me. I just don't want anyone to die.
My one desire is to find my sister, safe and sound.
And then it was there- Kakuju releasing my hand in time for me to find myself in water. A large koi fish swam around me, almost as though we were in the pond itself, the creature leaping out of the deep blue pentagram beneath my feet and swimming through the air. "Please," I begged, outstretching a hand towards it, tears in my eyes, "help us…"
Give me your blessings.
"I-I don't want them to die…"
This fish that leapt out of a mighty flowing river just to answer my call gazed at me with such indifferent eyes.
"I… I don't want me to die…"
The koi stared at me for a few moments before its gaze seemed to soften. Seeing the truth in my words it flapped its fins and took a dive, splashing back into the glowing summoning circle. Instead of warm red flames, cool blue ones washed over me acting in place of real water. Everything had just been an illusion; I was never really underwater. That was simply the fish testing me. The flames spread over and brought great relief to my back, and then shot out towards Kagome, Shippō, and Inuyasha.
Only two of the three were really injured, but that didn't stop it. They could feel the flesh closing shut, the blue flame burning away any infection that dare try to fester. I could even feel a clearer pathway to my lungs, whatever the temple mold and dust did to me gone. My back was no longer stinging.
As the light dimmed down and the flames disappeared, Kagome lifted up her sleeve to remove the bandage.
"It's really gone…" She murmured in awe. "That's incredible."
"Wow…" Shippō gasped.
"Is this for real?" Inuyasha blinked, walking over to view Kagome's arm. Granted there wasn't really anything to see as the injuries were completely gone, leaving not even a trace of scarred flesh. "That's amazing!"
"Yes, indeed." Kakuju praised. I felt both worn out from the event and flustered. I had to remind myself that it was the Shikigami they were applauding and not myself. "You're a natural."
"Thank you. I mean, I try!" I pressed my index fingers to my cheeks, grinning tiredly. "I'm surprised that it even worked."
"The spirits must truly care for you. That familiar of yours as well; the dog is known to be a most loyal creature, adoring its master above all else." He told me, smiling. Inuyasha scowled at this, seeing the way Kagome brought a hand up to cover the grin forming on her lips. It was clear she was gonna use this to tease him later. "Yet it is also the most protective, and is easily angered by those that threaten you. Do take care to train it well. It is the one Shikigami that will never betray you."
So that fish… could attack me if I upset it. Yet that dog won't?
"I don't get it…" I frowned. "Why do you think the spirits care about me? I've literally never done anything for them."
I was hardly religious. The most praying I've ever done was in these past two days and that was to the Shikigami spirits. It wasn't as though I ever helped them do anything. I didn't even know they existed until recently.
"As I mentioned before, dealings with Shikigami require large amounts of trust. As with your friends you need trust in order to combine your strength. The stronger the bond the more powerful the attack. You have never betrayed the Shikigami's trust, have you, Irene? In fact, I dare say you'd have earned it."
"How?"
"Honesty." He placed his hand over his cane, not quite meeting our gazes. "Many lie and deceive, whether they be human or demon, spirit or god, but those who try and live a life of honesty are different. Those who show even the slightest bit of kindness are often walked on and used, never to be valued. Yet Shikigami- they live a life of servitude. Often treated as slaves or tools, they're never shown any gentleness."
As he told the story everyone went silent, taking in every word he said with complete seriousness. Even Inuyasha, who distrusted Kakuju almost as much as I did, was listening. I stared at the blind man, letting the words sink in as I attempted to decipher what was trying to tell me.
"Empathy, kindness, understanding… it is what makes a person good. The charisma they have can't help but draw others to them, even if they themselves think they are lacking. Whether or not this applies to you, I can not say for certain; but I know you must possess a well-intentioned heart. They would not come to your aid so readily otherwise. You must figure out for yourself what it is they see in you if you wish to know."
"That…" I tilted my head, biting my lip in confusion. "That makes sense, I think? It's not like I want or plan on hurting them. That'd be kinda mean, actually. I don't like mean people."
Kakuju chuckled. "Neither do I. Anyway, you should probably go now. I'm sure you have someone waiting for your return. But do not fret; I am certain we will meet again."
"O-Okay… uh, thank you!"
"It is no problem." He smiled, watching as I hesitantly turned to walk away. I carried Shippō with me as I followed Inuyasha and Kagome away from the pond, watching as Kagome made a comment about how the half-demon needed to learn to be obedient like the Shikigami dog I summoned earlier. "Though I do wonder…"
Kakuju's grip tightened on his cane, expression becoming dark as a somber tone took to his words.
"...why you remind me so much of that woman?"
…
I never imagined I would be so happy to return to Kaede's village. Seeing all the people bustling around the area, working and cleaning, and simply continuing on with their lives as though there were no threat of demons. It was unbelievably nice. Rather than rush here we took our time and walked, not feeling as pressed for time. Stretching my arms out I let out a yawn, which soon proved to be contagious as Shippō and Kagome followed suit.
"I could really go for a bath right now," Kagome exclaimed, arms high above her head, "but I need to go home and take that test I've been studying for! Urgh! What a pain."
"Then why don't you just quit?" Inuyasha suggested, genuinly not understanding why school was so important to her. "You could just stay here."
"Inuyasha!" Kagome huffed and came to a halt, bringing her hands down to her sides and balling them into fists. "I can't just dropout of school! I have responsibilities! Besides, I want to make it to a decent college if I can! With all this work battling demons and searching for jewel shards I'll be lucky if I even make it into a good high school!"
Oof. She really was a hard worker. "Honestly, I don't even know how you manage it, Kagome." I told her, amazed. She looked at me in surprise. "I would have given up already. Heck, I didn't even go to college- too much debt I'd have to pay back."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"I wouldn't have guessed…" Kagome looked straight ahead, hands laced together behind her back. "But, you know, it was only a few months ago I was brought here myself. I never thought I'd be trying to balance schoolwork with… well, this. Life is so strange. I don't want to give up on school, even with all that's happened. I want to get my diploma. I have my mom, grandpa, and little brother all rooting for me. Not to mention my friends… I want to make them proud."
I stared at her, finding her even more incredible than before. Something about her words confused me though. "Don't you think… they're already proud?"
She hmm'd, eyes wide. "What do you mean?"
"Well- it's just… you could die anytime, you know?" I hate to sound like such a pessimist, but I wanted to try and get my point across. "Yet you still study and do your best to pass school, and you cook and clean our wounds, a-and… you kill freaking demons that are trying to eat people. Most people wouldn't even be able to last a day, but you… keep going. You're really strong, Kagome. I think… I mean, I don't know them, but… I think they're proud of you already. You shouldn't push yourself, you know?"
When the shock died off a smile, so sweet and happy, formed upon her lips. "Thank you, Irene. But I can't stop. I have to work even harder with my bad grades!" She laughed, bringing a hand up and ruffling her hair. She paused and made a face. "Ick, my hair's so gross… oh! I know! Maybe if I take you with me when I go to travel through the well... ? It might work then…"
"Doubt it." Inuyasha huffed. "It didn't last time, so why would it now?"
"Well, you never know!"
"It's okay, Kagome." I told her, forcing a smile as I closed my eyes. Her head whipped around so she could face me, stunned. "I-I don't really wanna risk going back without Maria, you know?"
"I...I guess…"
It wouldn't fair. If Maria has to suffer in this world then so do I; besides, if I can't return… then what about her? I'm not going to leave her here. We're in this together, separated or not. All worlds share the same sky, which means Maria is standing somewhere on this earth as well. She's with me.
We continued on our way to Kaede's hut, Shippō complaining about how tired he was, and as our group approached I found the stress of dealing with demons seeming to seep away from my shoulders. A weight vanishing, as though this small building had become a safe haven somehow during my short stay here. "I have some shampoo and conditioner here somewhere," Kagome muttered, looking through the hut, "you can borrow it! It's- ah, there! Here we go!"
She held up the small bottles, grinning ear-to-ear.
"There's some body wash and loofahs, so you don't have to worry! I got your back, Irene."
Kagome blinked when she realized my arms were suddenly wrapped around her waist, my face buried in her shoulder. "Thank you~!" She is seriously way to nice towards me. I didn't deserve her kindness. What Kakuju said before about empathy and gentleness- it reminded me of this girl. She was always so understanding and helping me out, never viewing me as a nuisance. "Thank you…"
Kagome reciprocated the embrace, arms wrapping around my shoulders. "Of course! We girls gotta look out for each other! Just wait until you meet Sango; I'm sure she'd say the same thing."
"Sango…" I keep hearing that name, but I know next to nothing about her. From my understanding Miroku was a liar monk, who often cheated rich people into letting the gang stay in their mansions during travels. Yet no one told me anything about this woman named Sango. "Who is she?"
"She's a demon slayer." Kagome answered, pulling away. "Her and Miroku went off on an errand of their own to slay some rather aggressive demons, which is why they aren't here right now. They should be back soon."
"Oh." I blinked, tilting my head at that. "Okay."
Shippō made himself comfortable on the floor, having pulled out a blanket to lie on. "Kagome, do you think you can bring some ninjas snacks with you when you come back from the well? O-Or maybe even those bento thingies you made last time! They were so good!"
The girl chuckled at that, both bashful and proud as she pressed a hand to her cheek. The bottles were tucked to her side beneath her other arm. "Oh, you think so? I'm so glad you like them! I'll make you something extra special next time, Shippō!"
"Really?" He asked, eyes sparkling excitedly. "Oh~ I can't wait! Thank you!"
"Bento? Kagome, can you please!? The food was delicious!" I remembered the stuff she had made when she brought me my medicine. It felt like forever ago that it had happened-but it was only about two weeks. "It's so good! I miss real food! Your cooking is amazing!"
"Yeah, it can get pretty rough here sometimes, can't it?" She lamented. "But yeah! Since we're stopping here we can rest up for a while. I'll go home and take my test, turn in my homework, cook, and-"
"Oh, no, you don't!" Inuyasha barked as he sat down. "We have jewel shards to worry about!"
"It'll be fine, Inuyasha! Besides, you like those instant ramen noodles, right? I promise to bring by more of those~." She sang, clapping her hands together in a pleading fashion. Inuyasha's ears twitched and he huffed, crossing his arms. "Please? You know you want them…"
"Grr… fine! But three days! Okay? No more, no less!" He pointed a finger at her, holding up three fingers for Kagome to see that he was giving her only that specified time. Kagome cheered and pumped a fist in the air, grinning.
"Yeah! Ah, sweet home here I come!" She was practically sparkling with how happy she was. Suddenly the beaded doorway was pushed aside and Kaede nearly jumped, surprised to see us. "Hi, Kaede~! How are you doing? We're back!"
"So I see." She said, single eye wide. "Ye've returned. Did you find any clues?"
Her gaze turned to me as she entered the hut, and I hugged my arms close to my chest. "N-No, not… really. Maria wasn't at the temple."
"Temple?"
"It's a long story." Shippō explained, stretching out his little child limbs from his spot on the blanket. "But we did learn how to use the power of the Shikigami! Just as Inuyasha was about to be killed Irene used it to save him!"
"Oh, shut up, Shippō!" Inuyasha snapped, leaping onto his feet and stepping forward- ready to pummel the little guy. "You guys were gonna die, too! It wasn't just me!"
"I-I didn't… really save him." I stammered, "I just… freed you guys from the web. You did the majority of the fighting."
I needed to work harder myself. Kagome pushed herself so much for her schoolwork, even with the threat of death constantly looming over her. Kakuju said that I was a natural at using the Shikigami, but that was only because the spirits themselves didn't hate me. If I so much as even give them a reason to distrust me they would revolt. There's no winning.
I have to learn how to use this power and figure out how to communicate properly with the Shikigami. If I didn't… I would just slow down everyone even more.
"Don't push yourself too hard," Kaede told me, mimicking the very words I had spoken to Kagome not long ago, the priestess reaching forward and placing a hand on my elbow. I looked at her. She took notice of the uniform top I was wearing, but didn't say anything- instead continuing with, "Even if it takes time you must be patient. And I'm sure you're all very tired, so how about I make you something to eat and you head to bed?"
"Food?"
"Bed?"
"I can't wait!"
Several voices rang out at once and, though it was difficult, I resisted the intense urge to hug the older woman. She and Kagome were so unnecessarily kind to me. Always looking after us when they didn't have to; they were good people. It would make more sense for the Shikigami to work under them than me.
I was a selfish, greedy human who only thought of herself.
Even though I helped free all those people I still thought of it as a waste of time simply because my sister wasn't there. I know that wasn't the case at all, as those people had families that needed to see them just as badly as I needed to see Maria, but… I still thought it. I had an ugly heart, no matter how much I tried to hide it. I put my own feelings first.
Such a coward.
Why can't I be better than this?
Over dinner we informed Kaede of what happened. Our journey to Akebi, meeting with Kakuju and learning about Shikigami, and our adventure in the old temple with the demons. We continued to explain that my Shikigami had melted all the webs and freed the villagers, as well as the gang. I told her what I remembered from Kakuju's explanation on how the spirits favored me- including the fact that I had no idea why- and Kaede grew very concerned.
She told me to be careful and that I should take into consideration what he said with my next course of action heading forward. Finding Maria and collecting the jewel shards was going to be a very difficult task already, what with Naraku constantly lurking over Inuyasha, but with my powers still being something unknown for everyone involved save for Kakuju- who we still weren't certain we could trust- things were going to be even trickier.
I wound up having a dreamless sleep that night, plagued by thoughts of my Shikigami going out of control. Images of everyone pinned by webs caused by this shadow demon Naraku, dying one-by-one… with Maria at the front. When I awoke the next day Kagome was already gone, travelling through the well back to her own time.
The envy I felt at the knowledge she would get to see her family again…
It was disgusting.
There was no denying I was jealous of her. Burying those feelings and emotions deep down, keeping them locked up, I met with Kaede who gave me an extra change of clothes and I headed for the stream just outside the village to take a bath.
…
"She's ready."
Red flames illuminated the dark room, paper silhouettes burning to ash in the distance. The stranger raised a pale dainty hand in the air, flames coiling around her arm as though they were snakes. Upon further observation the woman watching realized that the fire around the stranger were exactly that; with dark beady eyes that stared into her and her master's souls, judging them for all they were worth.
The owner of the snakes turned their head, low feminine voice the only thing to be heard save for the crackle of flames. A mask covered her head completely, leaving not even her hair or eyes to be seen. Her words were completely empty, lacking any and all emotion. "We can begin."
A man hummed at that, chuckling darkly upon hearing her statement. A trace of amusement could be heard as he spoke, curiosity flickering in his cold red eyes. "Is that so? I was under the impression you wanted the older one's soul... What makes the girl so special? She won't last in this world very long; she'll fall victim to famine and disease soon enough…"
"Without her… all would have been for naught." The masked stranger raised her head, staring at him intently from behind her mask. She could not truly see him, but she could feel him. His darkness. The corrupt black of his soul. This man's aura was unlike any other she's known. "She has the power that sustains me. It is her that I require. The other may perish."
The uneasy woman watched as her master laughed, the kimono-clad beauty carefully bringing a decorative fan up and opening it to hide her frown. There was something not quite right about their new masked companion, but she just couldn't name what it was. "Shall I have Kagura kill her?" The woman tensed upon hearing her name, knowing she would not be able to disobey any orders.
The masked stranger shook her head. "No… I'll take care of it later. For now my only desire is to meet with the girl. I want to feel how strong her power is for myself."
"Ah, yes." He mused. "The Shikigami. Why is it, I wonder, that she can wield it? Does it have something to do with you, perhaps?"
The stranger said nothing. She instead brought forth her hands set loose the snakes coiled around her arms, shooting them forward into the flames. Simultaneously, and without warning, they erupted into a brilliant orange fire. Inside that fire they could all see the girl, their target, arguing with a small fox demon child. The man's eyes narrowed, recognizing that demon.
"So she's with them. Of course."
Kagura watched carefully in silence, saying nothing. Her mind was reeling from all this information, schemes running through her head. If the target was that girl and she was with the enemy… there may be a chance for her to gain her freedom yet. All she has to do is play along and bring them to him. Her master. That wretched demon standing in front of her, chatting with some… person they just met.
The masked woman's scent bothered Kagura so much. Was she a human or a demon? It was impossible to tell, but something about it was just so familiar. She reeked of mud and the blood of living creatures. Kagura found that highly suspicious. "So what?" The demon incarnation finally asked. "Shall we arrange a play date?"
"The girl is surely eager to meet with the one who brought her here." The man said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Don't you think so? With this you will have your prey, but Inuyasha and his friends…"
He pulled a small sphere out of his sleeve, staring at the vile purple incomplete jewel. Wrapping his fingers around, the man clutched it tightly- to the point it dug into his palm. A malevolent rage slowly simmered inside him, for without interference it surely would have already been whole. Red eyes colder and more cruel than anything the world had witnessed, he growled,
"Their lives, and their jewel shards, will be mine."
…
Despite my attempts to dissuade him, Shippō ended up tagging along with me to the stream. I tried to explain that I wasn't comfortable at the idea of bathing with other people, child or otherwise, but he started to cry and brought up that Kagome and Sango always let him bathe with them. The more I heard about this Sango the more I wanted to meet her.
Feeling guilt and being pressured by said emotion I wound up agreeing, and here we are. The fox demon splashed about and swam in the distance, and I proceeded to bury myself further in the water. Bathing with others made me greatly uncomfortable, but he was a child so… I guess it's fine. What a pain.
I just wanted to relax alone. There were too many people I had to deal with these past few days. My non-existent battery was totally drained and I needed to recharge.
"Ack!" I could hear the fox demon struggling with something, causing me to open my eyes and glanced over to see what he was doing. His fingers were stuck in his hair, caught in the attempt to undo the bow holding his auburn locks up. "Get off…! Grr! Irene~! I need help!"
Staying close to the edge so as not to go too deep into the stream, I waddled over to the fox demon. The lake stream was quite big and, depending on where you were at in it, could get quite deep. As someone who could only float and doggy paddle I needed to stay on the shallow ends. "On my way. Can you scoot over here?"
"Y-yeah, hold on." Shippō had to move his arms weirdly in order to untangle his fingers, then proceeded to swim over to where I was at. "Sorry. I know you can't swim."
"It's fine. Here-" He moved in front of me and turned around, allowing me to try and undo the bow tied in his hair. "Gods, this thing is stuck. S-Sorry, I'm not… frick. Aha! There we go; got it." I grabbed the ribbon and set it down on a nearby rock, scowling. Running my fingers lightly through his hair to straighten the mess, I asked, "Want me to wash it for you? I have the shampoo and stuff here."
"Would you? I have trouble getting all that soft stuff out sometimes…"
I blinked. "You mean the conditioner? Yeah, I used to have issues with that too. My mom washed it for me when I was younger. But no biggie; I can get it now. Which means you're gonna have some super soft hair by the time I'm done with you!"
"My mom used to wash my fur, too." Shippō suddenly said. I paused, regretting the words I said; I hadn't intended to bring up painful memories. He watched as I squirted some shampoo onto my hands. "She was really nice."
"Well," I awkwardly began, bringing my hands to his auburn hair and scrubbing the soap into it, "think she'd mind if I did it? Should I stop?"
"...Nah. I think they'd like you; you're pretty neat. For a human, anyway."
"Pfft! For a human?" I scrunched my nose and stuck my lips out, imitating a fish. "Should I be offended?"
"What!? No, I just meant-" Shippō saw my face and I broke out into a grin, watching him pout. "That was mean."
"Yeah, well, I'm a pretty mean person." I ruffled his hair, grabbing some water and pouring it over his head. "But, guess what?"
"What?"
I smiled at the fox demon child, seeing how curious his green eyes were. "I think you're pretty neat, too. For a demon, anyway."
He stuck his tongue out at me in a fit of childish rebellion, noticing how I had used his own words against him. "Hey, I have a question." Shippō said once I had washed out the shampoo and was currently adding in the condition. I hummed, letting him know I was listening. "Do you think Maria would like all of us? Me, Kagome, and Inuyasha…"
"I dunno." I said thoughtfully, grabbing another hand full of water and pouring it over his head. The fox demon closed his eyes as the soap came dripping down his face. I found myself very intrigued by his pointy ears; I never paid them much attention before. I was actually trying to avoid thinking about it, as well as Inuyasha's own dog-like behavior, but it was hard not to. "She might like Kagome. Would definitely argue with Inuyasha though… they're both kinda hotheads. You…"
I poured more water over his head and got to ruffling his hair a little aggressively, grinning widely. Shippō squealed at the playful tactic and grabbed at my hands, trying to get me to stop.
"You're so adorable there's no way she won't like you!"
"Uwaah~! Hahaha! That tickles, Irene!"
He pressed a tiny hand to my chin, trying to push me away. I laughed. "Sorry, not sorry! But yeah. Maria likes foxes, so I don't see why she wouldn't like you. Show her some magic tricks and you'll have her snatched."
"Ooh~! You think she'll like my transformation?"
"...What?" Shippō spun around to face me, grinning. There were still some soap bubbles in his hair. I blinked. "What transformation?"
"I'm pretty good at them! I'm getting even better at turning myself into Kagome! Inuyasha is a little tough, but we're near identical! Wanna see?"
"Sure?"
Shippō smiled so widely; I've never seen him look so happy. He pulled himself out of the water and went over to his things, pulling out a leaf. Placing it against his forehead, he shouted, "Transform!"
A puff of smoke and a strange popping noise took place. I jumped, nearly falling into the deeper depths of the water, and I had to force myself to watch as the smoke cleared.
"What do you think!?"
Long pale legs kicking at the water, Kagome sat there staring at me in a striped swimsuit, luscious black hair wet and draped over her shoulder. Her brown eyes were twinkling with mischief. The only thing that gave away the fact that this wasn't actually Kagome was the big puffy tail sticking out of her rear end.
"You…" I stared with wide eyes, mouth agape. "You actually… Holy frick, Shippō. You even sound like her!"
Fake Kagome chuckled, bringing a hand up to her lips. "Thanks! Want me to try to do you?" The smoke showed up and there was another pop, and suddenly Shippō was back. He fell through the air and landed gracefully on the rock, towel around his hips. "It won't be perfect, but it's good practice!"
"I'd… rather you not, but feel free." I hated looking at myself. "I won't stop you."
Shippō stared at me uncertain for a moment before grabbing a leaf, pressing it to his forehead. Placing the object back on his forehead, the demon leapt into the air and the process repeated. A popping noise, a puff of smoke, and then… me? It looked a lot like me, but the pointed ears and puffy tail gave it away.
I was very relieved to see that the Fake Irene was wearing clothes. Gods, I looked so weird in a kimono.
"Well?"
"Uh, I mean… you mostly look like me?" Did I really get so thin? How much weight did I lose since coming here? It looks so weird to my eyes. "My nose really does look broken… oof."
"Eh?" Fake Irene blinked. Did I truly sound so childish? "I knew I wouldn't be able to get it on the first try! Let me see my reflection!"
The more I saw his version of me the more uncomfortable I became. I crossed my arms over my chest and sank deeper into the water, disturbed. I already hated looking at myself in mirrors, but this was making it worse. Shippō's transformation ended shortly after and he scowled, reaching out to grab the falling leaf.
"I want to get it right! You don't look that funny!"
Wait, what? I looked up to see Shippō doing it again- several times- each winding up with a different result. Bath time, instead of being taken to get ourselves cleaned up, became practice for Shippō's fox magic. Finally he got a version that was essentially me- with the brown hair and eyes, and the grey dress with jeans.
The only thing off was the tail.
"Much better!" Shippō poked at his new face, observing it. "Not sleepy looking enough, but it's passable, right? I think I could fool Kagome or Kaede with this!"
"Y-Yeah…" Was that really how he viewed me? "It looks great."
He turned his gaze towards me, brown eyes practically sparking with joy. I almost recoiled at how pretty they seemed to look. "You really think so!?" Shippō went all out with his transformation; he even added in details that weren't there. Maybe it was just his magic or perhaps because he was a child, but he made his version of me a lot prettier than reality. "Haha! Alright!"
Suddenly there was a splash of water as Shippō lunged forward, transforming back just as his arms wrapped around my shoulders. I quickly caught him before he could fall, finding myself being hugged by the small fox demon.
"Everyone's gonna be so jealous! My fox demon magic is unbeatable!"
"Yeah, it is!" I did not voice my own concerns, simply agreeing to what he said. His magic was impressive, and that was no lie. Finishing our bath we proceeded to get dressed.
Considering my clothes were now irreparable Kaede lent me a pale green haori with slits in the sleeves, dark green cords tied through the hems, which were revealing the white kosode underneath. The kosode was pretty much the undershirt, wrapping around the front. Strings, otherwise known a muna-himo, tied in the front of the haori to keep it closed. As I pulled the matching dark green hakama on, which were practically pants, and tied it I couldn't help but wonder if it was alright for me to keep borrowing clothes like this.
My bare feet tapped against the ground as I spun in the circle, trying to get a good look at my reflection in the water. These priestess clothes really didn't suit me at all, but I did like the color. It was the only thing really felt like me in this strange place. "Any idea when Kagome is coming back?" I asked Shippō as he hopped onto my shoulder. "I know Inuyasha told her three days, but…"
"If she doesn't come back he'll go get her." He said. "Hey, can we go look in the forest for a bit? I'm almost out of acorns and need to get some more."
"...You eat acorns?"
"No!" He turned his head towards me, frowning. "I use them as part of my fox magic! I use acorns and mushrooms to act like a siren or signal. This one time Kagome and I got kidnapped by wolves, right? So I used my mushrooms to lead Inuyasha and the others to us! But if I'm low on acorns… I have to go find more."
"Oh, okay. That makes sense. Yeah, I'll help"
He nodded, smiling. "Thank you!" As I walked, it was quite difficult trying not to trip over the hem of my very long hakama. I missed shoes, but I was getting used to not wearing them. It did nothing for my clumsiness, though. I had no idea how long Shippō and I would be in the forest, but I didn't feel as scared of it as before.
If I was by myself I wouldn't last long… but with Shippō I was confident we could survive. If I can get the Shikigami to work like before and strengthen his magic there'd be nothing to worry about.
Right?
Maybe I'm being too hopeful… but it's all I have. Inuyasha said the forest was clear of any big demons, so we should be fairly safe regardless.
"Over there!" Shippō pointed in a direction and I followed, not bothering to question it. He knew these woods better than me. "That way! Left- no, your other left! Ah! There. Stop. Put me down." Picking him up from my shoulder, I set him gently on the ground. Shippō dashed forward, heading to a nearby tree. He picked up a small acorn. "This is my special secret spot, okay? I trust you, but don't tell anyone else!"
I knelt down, grabbing a couple acorns. This small child surprised me every time we spent time together. I stared at the acorns, observing them as I tried to figure out what was so incredible about them that they could be used for magic.
"Don't start slacking off!" He suddenly shouted, already with an armful of acorns. It was clear he wasn't trying to be mean, more as he was just very intense about his magic training. "Start picking them up!"
"Y-Yes, sorry!" I stuck the ones I already grabbed into the sleeve of my left arm, hands too small to actually hold a large amount. I smiled a little. We spent around ten minutes collecting as many of them as possible. When we were finally done I had two sleeves full of acorns and the two of us walked back, disturbed by no one. "I guess you won't be running out anytime soon, huh?"
"Only if I get kidnapped again." He said, completely serious. "Even with Inuyasha around it might happen. He's a bit of an idiot sometimes."
I choked on a laugh at that. "Okay. I mean, that's fair, I guess."
Chapter 7: Unspoken Friendship
Chapter Text
The rest of the day consisted of me attempting to help Kaede out. The field work wore me down very quickly, which meant I instead followed her around to different houses carrying baskets of herbs for her. I also helped wash the dishes at the nearby stream, trying my best to make myself useful with my limited ability.
When she told me she was making dinner I offered to help, so long as she told me what to do, but instead Kaede sent me to go locate Inuyasha. She needed him to chop some wood for the fire. I wandered the village for quite some time, asking around, and found out that he had taken a walk in the forest. Shoulders slumped, I nearly gave in to defeat.
Then I took a deep breath. Shippō and I managed to get through easily earlier today, right? I can do this. Inuyasha is in there somewhere, so… it's fine.
Making my way there, walking aimlessly through the woods, I started shouting for the half-demon. "Hello~? Inuyasha! You here!?" I cupped my hands over my mouth to increase the sound, nearly running out of oxygen. "You… oh frick, I'm dizzy."
I stopped for a moment.
"Where is… How far away am I? Jeez."
Actually, which way did I come from? I feel like I might be walking in circles. The sky was starting to get quite dark, too. I should really head back. If Inuyasha isn't here then perhaps he already returned to the village? I hope so. What to do? Hmm. I turned around, hesitantly making my way towards the direction I think I came from, only to find myself getting more lost.
Darn it. Frick.
"I-Inuyasha?" I stammered, suddenly growing very scared. I looked around, feeling as if I was being watched. Was I imagining things? Perhaps I was. The temple was quite frightening and being on my own wasn't the best idea at the moment. I should have asked Shippō to come with me. "Inuyasha, a-are you there!? Where are you!? K… Kaede wants you to…"
My voice died off, hearing bushes rustling behind me. I froze.
Was it a demon? Maybe it was Inuyasha and I'm just being paranoid. It's fine. This is fine.
"You can't… You can't sneak up on me, you know." I began, voice trembling as I slowly turned around. "I know you're there!"
I focused on that feeling inside me, the warmth that enveloped me every time I used the Shikigami. Someone was there. Whether it was friend or foe I was uncertain. Raising my hands up, red flames danced around my fingertips, and though I was panicking I tried to keep concentrating on the heat from the flames.
There was a flash of color and I whirled around completely, letting out a short and terrified shriek as the flames blasted out of my hands like a ball of fire. An inhuman squeal reached my ears and I forced my eyes open, watching in horror as a goblin-esque demon was sent sprawling back as the balls of fire burnt its flesh. Then, without any warning, a flash of silver appeared and the demon was sliced into pieces, blood spurting everywhere. "Iron Reaver Soul Stealer!"
Inuyasha landed in front of me, watching as the demon fell onto the ground- slowly disintegrating with only its bones remaining. My legs gave out and I landed harshly onto my knees, shaking as I struggled to catch my breath.
"Damn, that was close. Lucky I showed up- hey! What the hell? You okay?"
The half-demon rushed over and knelt down in front of me, concern actually showing on his face for once. I couldn't breathe. "I-I… I attacked… I-"
"Calm down already! Jeez." Inuyasha huffed, clearly not knowing how to handle this situation. "You did good; okay, lady?"
"You…" My eyes drifted over to him, brain finally catching up to the situation. "K-Kaede… wanted to… to see you. Wood chop…" My hands flailed in the air, arms feeling like that of limp noodles. I couldn't think. I brought a hand down into my palm, trying to gesture what I was attempting to say. "Wood chopping… needed you to… Kaede. Words. Um."
"I got it, already. Just shut up."
Right.
Inuyasha proceeded to plop down, waiting with shocking patience for me to calm down and catch my breath. "Better?" Still not speaking, I nodded my head. A hand rested on my chest, waiting for the pace of my beating hard to slow down. "Can you stand?"
A few seconds passed and then I moved. Palms pressed against the ground, my shaky legs managed to get into a standing position. I wobbled and the half-demon reached out as if to catch me, before stopping when he saw I regained my balance. "I-I'm…" I coughed into my sleeve. "I'm fine. S-Sorry. Um. Th-Thank you… for the demon. Uh, killing the demon. I can't…"
I closed my eyes, a pained expression on my face. Inuyasha folded his hands into his sleeves, turning his head away. "It's fine. I'm surprised you even managed to do anything to it- keep it up and you might actually be able to take one down yourself soon."
"Yeah… uh. Oh!" I raised my head up, looking at him. "K-Kaede wanted you to-"
"I know. She told me you were looking for me and I followed your scent here. Good thing, too. Otherwise that puny demon might've gobbled you right up." He walked forward, passing by me and heading in the direction opposite that I went earlier. "Now come on; let's go back to the village. It's getting late."
"O-Okay! Sorry."
"I said stop that! It's annoying!" He scowled, glaring at me. I flinched, mouth opening instinctively to apologize before I caught myself. Inuyasha hmph'd at me. "What a pain. Why do I even bother…?"
I watched as his ears twitched. They really were so strange. Do they feel like normal dog ears? I kinda want to touch them. Is that weird? I feel like that would be weird. Probably. How do half-demons even work? I don't understand their biology at all, or how demons and humans could have even mated in the first place. "Are you really half demon?"
Inuyasha came to a halt, turning his head back and making a face. "Why are you asking me that now, stupid?"
"Uh, because… um…" How do I phrase this? "I don't know. I just… I'm not used to it, I guess. But when I was washing Shippō's hair earlier I saw his ears a-and they were really pointy! And you have the dog ears-" I pointed, not really thinking about, and jumped almost excitedly when I saw them twitch again, "-see! Like that! They're always moving! You don't even have the ears on the sides of your head; it's so strange! I mean, it's not bad, but-"
He narrowed his eyes. "Are you making fun of me?"
I immediately went on the defensive, fearful of angering him. "N-No, no! I swear. I'm just- when I see them it's… like… ugh, how I do I phrase it? I don't…"
Inuyasha's ears moved with each expression he made, truly resembling that of a canine. It was almost adorable, but I found it more amusing than anything.
"Um…"
I want to touch them. I really do. Frick.
"C… Can I-?"
I held my hand out awkwardly before retracting it, unable to bring myself to finish my question. Gods, this is making me freak out. Why am I panicking so bad? I hated social anxiety. Urgh. If you told me so long ago I'd be trying to ask a half-demon if I could touch his dog ears I would have pretended you didn't say anything to me.
Inuyasha let out a groan. "What is with you humans and my ears? It isn't that hard to believe!"
Suddenly he was in front of me and I nearly stumbled back, intimidated. The half-demon leaned down, face inches from mine and irritation written all over it. He was really annoyed.
"Just get it over with! Rather you do it now than attack me in my sleep. Yeesh."
"Y-You sure?" Frick, he's giving me permission. I don't know what to do with this. Okay, calm down. Calm down. He's actually kinda pretty up close. Inuyasha's glare told me to hurry up and I reached up, tentatively touching the back of his dog ear with my fingers. "O-Oh… oh, wow. Okay. That's soft. Haha."
This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever done, and I am a very dramatic person. My eyes lit up and I grinned, feeling the fur and rubbing his ears gently. The half-demon seemed to relax the more I did so.
"These are amazing!"
He finally pulled, covering his ears with his hands for a moment before crossing his arms again. "Well, there you have it! My ears are real. You can shut up about it now."
"Yes! Lord Inuyasha is indeed the son of a great and mighty dog demon!" I whirled around trying to locate the voice, before finding the culprit residing on silver-haired teen's shoulder. Inuyasha scowled, glaring at the flea. "Though they share little similarities, Lord Inuyasha has inherited my master's most delicious blood."
"You-!" Inuyasha growled. "You can't just appear like that! Finally showin' up after you up and ditched us at the old temple, you rotten flea! Just bug off!"
I couldn't help it. I snorted when I realized the joke.
Inuyasha turned his gaze to me, snapping, "What's so funny!?"
"Y-You said… bug off. H-He's a flea…" I covered my mouth with my hand, snickering. "Myoga really bugs you, doesn't he?"
"What in the- I don't understand you! And besides, as it turns out I just tend to help humans. I don't really care about them one way or another. The same goes for you!" My laughter died down to a stop and I stared at him, eyes wide. "One way or another I'm gonna become a full-fledged demon."
Myoga leapt from Inuyasha's shoulder to mine, whispering, "The truth is… he's actually indebted to humans."
"Grrrrr~ shut your mouth! I'll squash you, you dumb flea!"
"My, my! Away I go!" Myoga darted away. "You can't kill me if you can't catch me! Farewell for now!"
"YOU COWARD!"
…
The next day went by rather slowly. I helped remove some weeds from the gardens and Kaede taught me about herbs, spending several hours informing me which were poisonous and which could be used as medicines. I followed her around again, not really having anything else to do, and did pretty much the same thing as yesterday. Inuyasha finally had all the wood chopped and Shippō was practicing his transformation skills again, and it eventually got to the point where villagers were starting to be able to recognize me and address me by name.
"Lady Irene," is what they called me- despite my attempts to refuse the title. With my apparent growing Shikigami abilities and the attire Kaede had lent me, they all assumed I was a priestess of some sort. When a pregnant lady sprained her ankle I asked Kaede if I could try something- to which she reluctantly agreed- and I walked over.
The woman's knees and palms were scratched up and bleeding. I wanted to be a good healer, so I could be of more use to Inuyasha and the others. So I sat down in front of the woman and began praying. I searched for that flame inside of me, calling out to the fish spirit that offered me help before. In the depths I could hear it- far away, so quiet. A river stream rushing forward, never ending.
O' mighty flowing river, I began nervously, trying to recall my previous experience with it, please…
The red pentagram that appeared beneath turned blue. The woman and her companions gasped, clearly concerned, before their reactions became that of awe. Kaede's eye widened. I reached out, resting a hand gently on the injured woman's leg.
Give me your blessing?
A fish leapt out of the symbol and washed over the woman with its light, the flames reaching out and dancing along her injured flesh. The fish's eyes stared at me questioningly as it swam through the air, splashing shortly back into the circle and disappearing alongside the flames. The woman sat up, a hand on her ankle, and she was surprised to see that her cuts were gone. Her palms were clear of any scratches now and her ankle… she could walk just fine.
"My back doesn't even hurt anymore!" She said as her husband helped her stand. Kaede watched me closely as I wobbled up into a standing position, offering a weak smile to her. "Thank you, Lady Irene! You must be really happy to have such wonderful people as your apprentices, Priestess Kaede."
"Apprentices?" She echoed. The elderly woman chuckled. "Oh no. Young Irene here is not my apprentice. Neither is Miss Kagome, I imagine. I simply offer them advice and accept their help when offered. Besides, Irene here does not possess the same spiritual power as we. Our's is of a holy sort. We can purify and exercise demons through prayer, whereas she… works with the spirits more directly. Even I do not fully understand the extent of her power."
"I… see." The woman didn't seem convinced. She turned to me again, a hand on her stomach as she bowed her head. "Well, I offer you my thanks. My sandal snapped on me and before I knew it… oh, I hope this doesn't affect my baby."
"Your child should be fine, but if ye wish I can have a look at it?" Kaede suggested. "Irene, why don't you go find Shippō or Inuyasha, try and learn more about that mysterious power of yours?"
"Um…" I bit my lip, thinking about it. "I guess. Practice would be nice. Okay. Bye~!" I waved at the lady and her friends, smiling as brightly as I could. "Have a nice day!"
Some of the girls giggled at my enthusiasm and offered small waves back. A lot of the men from the village didn't seem to like me very much, finding me rather suspicious due to my foreign heritage, but the women and children found me friendly enough. A lot of them seemed rather charmed by my bubbliness when I spoke to them, which was honestly a lot easier to do when I pretended I was back at home. Acting like I was at the Renaissance Fair… it was easier to be myself.
With Inuyasha and the others, however, constantly being reminded by them that I was in another era… it was near impossible trying to be cheerful. The threat of death always looming over my head, the idea of never finding Maria… it was suffocating. But they were my friends, or at least I thought of them as such, and I wasn't going to avoid them because of my own problems.
Asking around, as per usual, I got answers. They all led me in different locations, but I finally found Inuyasha in the forest clearing just outside the village, swinging his tetsusaiga around and practicing his stance. "Naraku… the next time I find you; I'll kill you once and for all." Shippō was staring intently at his leaves, picking apart the good ones from the bad. I approached, uncertain if it would really be alright to ask the hotheaded half-demon to practice with me "Hyah! Rah!"
Shippō looked up, seeing me approach. "Irene! How'd things go with Kaede?"
"Uh, good." I answered, grinning a little. I mentally thanked the spirits for helping me, not desiring to get on their bad side and being genuinely grateful that they helped. "I managed to ask the Shikigami to heal a lady that was preggers…"
"Preggers?" Inuyasha paused upon hearing that unfamiliar word and Shippō blinked. "What's that?"
"Pregnant." I corrected. I then clapped my hands together, walking over. "Anyway, I have a question! Inuyasha!"
The half-demon lowered his sword and turned. "What?"
"Wanna train with me?"
He snorted. "Like you can fight."
I held a finger up to argue, paused, thought for a moment, and then spoke. "I need to practice using the Shikigami, right? You even said so yesterday! I… I can't rely on you guys all the time t-to protect me, so…"
The half-demon turned around, facing me fully as he slung his blade over his shoulder. Why does he hold it like that? Isn't he worried about hurting himself? I really don't understand him. He and Kagome are always arguing, but I feel like she knows him the best. I actually think they're crushing on each other, but… there's something about that dead priestess they refuse to tell me. Did Inuyasha know her maybe? The person Kagome is a reincarnation of? They never like to talk about her.
"Please? I-I want to be able to defend, at least…"
Inuyasha stared at me for a long moment, then stepped forward and got into a stance. He held his sword with both hands, pointing it at me. "Alright, give me your best shot. No holding back!"
"Wait- really?"
He rolled his eyes. "Obviously, stupid. Hurry up!"
I jumped, nerves all over the place in my panic to try and figure out how I wanted to do this. "R-Right! Sorry! Um. Okay. Think. Uh, it takes a second, okay? I don't- um." I waved my hands in front of me for a moment, trying to relax. Inhale, exhale. Focus. I don't want to hurt Inuyasha, but I do want to be able to land an attack. "How should I…?"
I held my hands out, remembering what occurred in the forest. How did I make those fireballs appear? It can't be that hard, right? There was no spirit animal, so was I just channeling their energy? This is so confusing. Closing my eyes I concentrated, flexing my fingers and trying to feel that warmth.
Should I feel some sort of anger? I was scared back then with the demon; I didn't want to die. Were my powers fueled solely by emotion?
"Shikigami…" I murmured quietly, eyes closed. "Please."
Inuyasha narrowed his amber orbs at me, watching intently as red flames licked my fingers. Breathe. Feel the heat, the rush of energy inside of me. The warmth pooling in the palm of my hand, gentle and nonthreatening. Easy.
Opening my eyes, I stared at the flames, heart racing as I tried to urge them to grow bigger. My arms were clearly shaking and I think Inuyasha noticed that, for he tightened his grip on his blade and held it in front of his face protectively- as if ready to deflect an attack in case it shot out accidentally. I wanted this to…
"Um, how painful should I make this?" I flinched at that awful phrasing. "I mean-!"
"Just throw it at me! I said not to hold back."
"W-Well, I don't want to actually hurt you!"
He scoffed. "As if you could. Just throw it!"
"Freaking- fine! I'll make it a mean fire! I-If I can." Calm down, don't get hyper. I'm fine; this is fine. Seeing the red flame turn orange, I awkwardly brought my hands together to try and increase the blast size and the trajectory of it. "H-Here goes; you ready?"
"Evidently more than you are." He sassed. I made a face at him, to which he grinned in response. Oh. He was joking with me. I didn't know that was thing Inuyasha knew how to do. "Bring it!"
"O-Okay. Uh, here!"
Trying not to feel like a total fool as I imagined the ball of orange flame to shoot outwards, I let out a small yelp from recoil. I hadn't actually expected it burst out of my hands like it did, leaving me stumbling back from the blast.
"Sh-Shikigami attacked!?"
Inuyasha watched as the fire hurtled towards and waved his sword, trying to disperse it by smacking it away with the blunt side of his blade. Instead it wrapped around it, attaching itself to it, and spread along his arm. "What the-!?" He waved his kimono wildly, trying to get it to disappear. "This stuff is sticking to me! The hell!? Get it off!"
"S-Sorry!" I frantically apologized, dashing over foolishly and wearing myself out of some much needed oxygen. I tried patting it out, but while it seemed to burn Inuyasha's hand it did nothing to mine. "Stop! Hey! Frick- you're hurting yourself!" I smacked his hand away and tried to cover the flames with my own hands. "Shippō- water! Get water!"
"I'm on it! Don't die, Inuyasha!"
It wasn't spreading along his arm, but simply staying put. "I'm not gonna die, dumbass! Besides, it doesn't hurt so long as it isn't touching my flesh," Inuyasha noted, pulling his arm away from me and observing the orange flames, "which may be in part to my robe of the fire rat. Or maybe you were holding back on me. I can't really say."
"...Your what of the what-what?" I asked, dumbfounded. "There are fire rats?"
"Yeah." Inuyasha nodded. "I've had this kimono ever since I was born. It isn't much, but it does offer some protection, which is due to the fur its made out of."
"...Huh. That's nifty."
"Guys, I've got it! Here!" Shippō leapt in the air and threw the bucket at him, soaking Inuyasha completely. Thankfully the fire did go out, but now Inuyasha was wet head-to-toes. He was not a happy half-demon. "It went out!"
"I've noticed." He grouched, sarcasm dripping heavily from his tongue. "Thanks."
"H-How's your hand?"
He blinked, holding it up to see his singed palm. "S'not that bad. It'll heal by tomorrow."
"But… it's a burn…"
"And I'm half demon. Duh." I tilted my head, not understanding. He explained, "My body is a lot different from humans like you and Kagome. I heal faster."
Oh. That makes sense. "Can I try and heal you?"
"Why don't we focus on your attacks more? That way you can deal some actual damage that will need healing."
I really don't want to now. I looked down at Shippō, biting my bottom lip. "C-Can you go get some more water…? I-I want to have some ready in case it gets worse. Please?"
Shippō nodded. "Yeah, sure thing!"
After several hours of us working together and Shippō being on guard in case something bad happened, we finally got somewhere. I could create balls of fire in just a few seconds now, each blast the size of a rubber ball toy you could buy at a store, which after some mistakes were discovered to burn easily through grass and leaves, and only singed Inuyasha a little bit. By the time Kaede came by to check on us the half-demon's hands were a painful red, and he was still soaking wet.
Squatting down, the half-demon stuck his butt up into the air and shook himself like a dog to dry himself. I looked away, hiding my laughter behind my hand, but unable to keep back my smile. He really was like a puppy.
Shippō cried out when he got splashed and Inuyasha laughed at him. They quickly began to argue, which resulted in the fox demon somehow ending up in Inuyasha's grasp, the half-demon giving him a noogie. He seemed unperturbed by his aching knuckles. I placed my hands together, thinking deeply, asking for the fish's help once more. The pentagram appeared at my feet and the fish leapt forward, swimming in the air towards Inuyasha.
The half-demon blinked and watched as the blue fire washed over him. "This is…"
While I spent the time mentally thanking the Shikigami for their help and their patience as I figured out how on earth to do this, the fish swam around the half-demon and then proceeded to dive back into the summoning circle and disappear since Inuyasha's flesh had returned back to its normal healthy tan.
"Wow." He blinked, holding his hands out and flexing the fingers. Inuyasha made a fist. "I feel good as new!"
"Really?" I wheezed, leaning over with a hand on my chest as I struggled to catch my breath. "Th-That's good…"
He was completely refreshed, but I was drained as a result. Why did the healing take so much out of me? Because it was a powerful summon? The fireballs were easy to get used to after a while, but this… really wore me out. I plopped down on the ground, landing on my rear and resting my hands behind me as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
"So tired…"
"Ye trained hard, certainly you must be." Kaede's voice startled me, but I was so exhausted it barely made me jump. "Why don't ye all come back to the hut? I have dinner prepared."
I fell onto my back, letting out a heavy sigh as I really didn't want to get up. Inuyasha sheathed his sword, walking forward. "I guess we can go… whattya say, Shippō?"
"Food!" Was the fox demon's answer, leaping up and grabbing onto the half-demon's shoulder. "You coming with us, Irene?"
"Give me… a minute…"
Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself up onto my feet and stumbled after Kaede, Inuyasha, and Shippō. The hakama was feeling a lot more comfortable, even if I wished I was wearing normal clothes. Then I had to remind myself that these technically were normal clothes- just not the kind I was used to. The hut wasn't too far away and when we finally arrived Kaede scooped us each a bowl of stew with a helping of rice.
It wasn't much, but… I was grateful.
And as I sipped from the bowl and struggled with the chopsticks, I became mildly disturbed at how easily I was getting… comfortable here. I was adapting quickly to this life, becoming used to everyday life at Kaede's. I follow her around, get a lecture in herbs, carried baskets of fruits or medicine for her, and I even run errands. I practice with Inuyasha, play with Shippō, and just… keep going. Without Kagome here reminding me with her very presence that this wasn't my home, her uniform sticking out amongst everything, I… stopped thinking.
And that bitter feeling came back to me again. She was back in her time, sleeping in a real bed, eating with family, going to school and chatting with friends. There was no real danger for her there. She was safe.
So why… am I here? Why are Maria and I stuck here? What makes Kagome so special?
I hate it.
And I want to hate her, but… I like her too much. I just feel bad for myself. For my sister. I couldn't bring myself to blame her. I know it wasn't her fault.
I just wish I knew whose it was.
The next day was spent overall the same, except I was now pondering my life and if it was really alright for me to accept things as they were. Living in this village was starting to feel permanent and, more than any demon, that scared me the most. Inuyasha had left to bring back Kagome, disappearing into the well, and Shippō was helping me write down the different herbs and their uses in a notebook that was left behind by Kagome. I was trying to memorize everything, but I learned better by actually doing than watching, so once we were done the two of us went out into the forest to search for some herbs.
We found quite a bit and on our way back we saw a few new villagers. They weren't in this place before, which meant… tourists? Weird. Shippō and I ignored them and continued on to the hut, but as we walked by the merchant a rather large man stopped me. "Hey, you!" I came to a halt, whirling around startled. "Yeah, you! Do you know if they sell any good cakes around here?"
"Uh…" I looked at Shippō for help, but the demon looked just as confused. "N-No? I just, uh, got here myself so…"
"I see. Hmmm."
Shippō tugged on my pants leg and I started to move again.
"Oh! Wait a minute, I know you!"
What? My eyebrows knit together at that and I turned, confused. "No you don't."
The large man shook his head, black eyes staring intently at me as he hummed in thought. "Yeah… Yeah, I do! I've seen you somewhere before! Where was it though…?"
"Irene, Shippō!" A familiar voice greeted. We all moved to see Kagome running and waving at us, her neon backpack even larger than before and being carried by a grumpy Inuyasha. "How are you!? Sorry for taking so long!"
"Kagome…" She was still wearing her school uniform, sticking out more than anyone in this time. Even more than me, who clearly didn't belong here because of my facial features. I wondered why she bothered to come back here when she had a home so easy to return to. "Um, so funny story!" I held the basket of herbs close to my chest. "This dude thinks he knows me."
Kagome and Inuyasha came to a halt, stopping beside us. "This fat one?" The half-demon asked.
"Inuyasha!" Kagome scolded. "Don't say such a thing! That's rude!"
"He's not wrong." Shippō muttered. I looked down at Shippō with big eyes and proceeded to shush him. "What?"
"Behave!"
"Hmph." The demon turned his head away and crossed his arms, pouting. "I am behaving…"
"Oh, I know where it was now!" The large man suddenly exclaimed, placing his hands together. "It was in Kasasagi Town!"
"Kasa… what town?" I struggled with the name. "I've literally never heard of that place."
The man shook his head. "No mistake. I saw you in Kasasagi Town. I'd remember you anywhere! It's not often we get foreigners around here. My name is Kimbei, by the way; what's yours?"
"I-Irene…"
Kagome looked between us, concerned by this news. "Maybe we should go talk to Kaede about this… it doesn't sound good. You've never been there before, so why would your face be seen there?"
"I don't like this." Shippō said, frowning as he clutched tightly to his basket. "This sounds bad."
"Maybe it's a demon with a jewel shard?" Inuyasha suggested. "Either way; we're going to find out. Come on."
Sending each other nervous glances and being overall bothered by this discovery, we all made our way forward- following Inuyasha's lead as he sniffed out the old priestess. I hoped that maybe Kimbei mistook my sister for me, as we were often told that if it weren't for our age differences we could be twins. Our voices were even similar to a point- if I lowered my voice just enough I could mimic her. We made such similar faces, too. My thumbs traced the weaving of the basket, nerves on edge as thoughts ran rampant through my mind.
Kaede was in her hut, thankfully, so we didn't have to search too hard for her. It helped that Inuyasha had such a keen sense of smell. Kagome spoke up for me, seeing how nervous I was, and explained our situation to her. "I see… Kimbei is definitely a bit of a gluttonous young man, but he's no liar. He visits this village frequently, so I trust him. If he says he saw you before…"
She trailed off, watching as the dots connected in my head. I groaned and lowered my head, realizing very quickly what this meant. "I'm gonna have to go find that town, aren't I?"
The priestess chuckled. "Only if it bothers you. It could be a sign- perhaps Maria is searching for you? Or perhaps it is Maria that he saw? Do ye not wish to find out?"
"I-I do…"
"There isn't much to do around here," Kagome told me, offering a small smile, "and it can't hurt to check it out. And in the city we can hear stories about the sacred jewel shards, so we might get a lead on Naraku!"
"But…" I took a shaky breath, looking at her. "I don't want to… bother you guys. I'll just slow you down, won't I?"
Kagome blinked. "What do you mean "slow us down"?"
Inuyasha walked forward, hands in his sleeves. "What are you guys goin' on and on about? If we're headed to Kasasagi Town we need to get going! Honestly, do I have to do everything around here?"
"Wh-What?" I snapped my head up to look at him. Was I hearing things correctly? There's no way he said that. "You're coming too?"
"Don't get me wrong." He said, frowning. Still, as he spoke, I couldn't detect any harshness in his words. Inuyasha was scowling, but his expression was softer than before. "It's only 'cause I'll do anything to find the shards of the sacred jewel! Now pack up so we can get going!"
"Wait a minute, Inuyasha!" Kagome started, "I just got here! Give us a few minutes, okay? I have some clothes for Irene to wear since her last ones got torn up."
"You do?" I don't understand why she goes out of her way for me. I'm not deserving of it. I gave Kagome a startled smile. "Uh, thank you. Normal clothes would be nice."
"I thought you would say that!" Kagome beamed. She grabbed her backpack from Inuyasha and plopped it on the ground, opening it. "I figured you'd like sweaters and whatnot, so I brought you some! We're pretty close in size, so… here. Try this!"
She handed me a blue-and-white striped long-sleeve shirt and black jeans.
"I didn't know your shoe size, so… I'm sorry."
I took the garments gratefully, stunned by her overwhelming kindness. "N-No, no! That's perfectly fine! My gods, Kagome; you're already doing so much I- I'm okay with being barefoot. I've gotten used to it, actually. Don't worry about it! I'm just gonna… change into these real quick. Okay?"
Kagome nodded and smiled, pleased by my reaction. "Alrighty! Well, I suppose I should go shopping for supplies. Inuyasha, come with me!"
"Do I have to?" He grumbled as he was dragged along, Kagome having a hold of his arm, but he didn't fight it. The half-demon followed willingly. Yeah, they were definitely crushing on each other. Heading into the back of the hut I quickly switched clothes, changing out of the priestess attire and into the more casual modern day clothing.
It felt amazing being back in familiar clothes again. Even if they were technically from an age maybe twenty or so years behind mine. I stretched and raised my arms high above my head, happily embracing the feeling of proper sleeves. I then buried the kimono in my blue backpack, as I would probably need a change of clothes down the line. Kagome said she had more, but… I felt it better safe than sorry. I was a paranoid human.
Sitting on the ground inside the hut I flipped through the notebook of herbs, attempting to memorize them all. There were so many it was hard to remember what each one could do. Eventually Kagome returned and she pulled out the bentos she had made, wanting us to have a full stomach in case we had to battle, and let me tell you one thing.
It. Was. Heavenly.
Perfectly cooked rice with little octo-dogs, pieces of chicken, and- to my complete and utter delight- grapes and cheese, and an omelette filled with ham. And when I reached into the rice to open it… curry was inside! I never had curry before, but Kagome made it without putting in too much spice.
Mixed in with the rice it was ambrosia to my tastebuds.
"Kagome~!" I was crying as I ate, savoring the flavors and the beauty of the meal. "I love you so much…!"
She laughed, used to my weird antics by now. "I'm glad you like it!"
After we ate our meal we bade Kaede goodbye and headed out.
…
It took us an entire day to reach the halfway point. We might have gotten there faster if every little demon we came across didn't want to pick a fight, but for some reason they all were intent to attack. It got to the point where we were completely crowded, like what happened in the old temple. If I didn't know any better I would have suspected the world itself was telling them all where we would be, trying to slow us down and kill us.
Perhaps a demon with a grudge against Inuyasha and Kagome? Someone like this Naraku man I've been told about, or maybe the many demons just like our scent. I'm probably overthinking it all. But still… it irritated me.
On the bright side I could at least attack now, rather than constantly hiding behind the half-demon that was carrying me. At one point Shippō used a firebomb attack and I managed to increase his attack power with the Shikigami- a move that wore us both out, unfortunately, but destroyed a good portion of the demons attacking us. This allowed Inuyasha to leap up and catch Kagome as she fell through the air, having previously been held hostage, and he slashed at all those who dare oppose him. With Kagome safely back on the ground behind him, he unleashed his Wind Scar and got rid of not only the demons- Inuyasha took care of a small portion of the forest as well.
I felt bad for the trees and flowers, as they certainly didn't deserve such a cruel end.
We were alive though, so I thanked them for their sacrifice.
The sky grew dark and we made camp, and while Inuyasha scouted the area for both firewood and demons Kagome got to making supper. We ate, I took my daily meds, and the group fell asleep. It was a long night and I didn't get much sleep, cold and mind left unsettled due to the strange things Kimbei told me. Was Maria really the one he saw? I hoped so.
Maybe if it is her and we reunite, we can try the bone-eater's well together. Perhaps the reason it wasn't working was because only one was trying to get through. We came here together after all. I sighed and burrowed deeper under the sleeping bag Kagome prepared for me, praying that no bugs crawled into my hair or mouth while I was passed out.
The next morning started as they usually did when we traveled.
Then, climbing onto Inuyasha's back, we took off for Kasasagi Town.
We arrived during the evening, parking Kagome's bike and backpacks up in a tree (thank the friendly neighborhood half-demon) where no one would find it. The town, or city as Kagome kept calling it, was the biggest one nearest to Kaede's village. They sold pretty much everything one could need for travelling. Medicine, food, even jewelry and clothes. Nothing too fancy, but the basic necessities and accessories one could need or want. It was a lot louder compared to Kaede's quaint little village, with five times the amount of people.
I didn't like it. Crowds… made me anxious.
"With all these people, I think we should split up and ask around." Kagome suggested, voicing her thoughts. I tensed at that idea. "We'd cover more ground that way."
"It'll get dark out before we can ask everyone." Inuyasha commented, nose sniffing the air as he looked up at the sky. "It was pure luck we got here with the sun still out."
No, no, no. Please don't tell me we're actually doing this. I don't want to. "S-So, what? We ask around on our own and meet back… where? Here?"
"Right." Kagome nodded. Oh frick, this is actually happening. "The city is big, so be careful not to get lost."
Then why don't you come with me, hm? I would love to not be alone in this town. Shippō looked up at me, grinning encouragingly. "We'll see you soon, okay, Irene? The villagers here are supposed to be really nice!"
"O-Okay…" I found my heart dropping down into my stomach as the trio walked in, heading into separate direction. The farther they walked and disappeared from my view the more lonesome I felt. They knew I was uncomfortable with villagers, right? The last time I tried to talk to some on my own I was nearly killed! What makes them think it'll be so different this time? It wasn't Kaede's village where everyone knew who I was, or thought I was some kind of Onmyōdō Priestess. "It's fine. This is fine."
Easy, girl. Deep breaths. No one will hurt.
Right?
With that I forced myself to walk into the town. Several villagers caught my attention instantly and as I approached in my strange clothing, features clearing not that of Japanese, their heads whirled around and they stared with wide eyes. Some glared, but others were more accepting and answered any questions I had. One man even ranted to me about how he planned to open up a business someday in the town, providing he was successful enough.
Several women complained about how the town didn't have nice enough jewelry, while a particularly hard-of-hearing old man ignored my questions and instead wished me luck on my (apparent) shopping spree. I tried to explain that I wasn't buying anything, but he didn't understand. I was gaining more confidence with talking to the villagers, but no one I asked seemed to have heard anything about a foreign woman with reddish hair, or met anyone by the name of Maria.
I was at a total loss.
I hope the others found anything…
I was so close to crying. Dragging my feet along the ground I muttered to myself, trying and failing to raise my morale. It wasn't working. As I was walking a hand suddenly latched around my arm and I jumped, a yelp escaping my lips as I turned to see who it was, fearing the worst, only to see a young woman wearing make-up frowning at me.
"Hey! Do you see this?" She gestured to a man near a wall, the young girl absolutely fuming. She couldn't be older than fifteen. "We're finally alone together, but… but… that stupid wanted poster! Hey! Just how long are you gonna be looking at that?"
She dragged me along with her as she approached the young man. Judging by the looks of him, he couldn't be much older than her. I watched as the man looked over at her, gaze totally awed by the picture hanging on the wall. "Just look, Tomoe! There's a woman on the poster!"
"You're such a loser!" She hissed, brown eyes enraged.
"No, seriously; they're all over the town! I wondered what that lady did… huh?" The man turned to look at me, blinking and turning to gaze at the picture. "That really looks like you…"
What? I yanked my arm out of the woman's hand, who jumped at the movement as she had forgotten she was even holding it, and stepped forward to look at the poster. My expression became blank for a moment before it ignited with surprise. Holy-!
There, drawn ever so carefully in black ink, was a portrait of a girl. With round foreign features, and big almond-shaped eyes framed by long lashes, her short chopped hair a mess, with strands of hair sticking out here-and-there, and bangs pushed to the side. It wasn't Maria, no, but… that smile was recognizable anywhere.
"That is you!" The man gasped. Suddenly I found my arms being grabbed- not just by him, but as he shouted several more men nearby came by and joined in. "M'lord! M'lord, the girl from the wanted poster is here! Guards! Someone!"
"L-Let go of me!" I shrieked, trying to pull away. I thrashed and kicked, heart racing rampant inside my chest as their cruel eyes stared down at me. "I-I didn't do anything! That's not-!"
"Grab her! Don't let her get away!"
One villager latched onto my foot and I straight up screamed at him. My heel made contact with his face and I apologized loudly in my panic, then proceeded to beg for them release me once more. The woman who had dragged me up brought her perfectly manicured nails up to her face, horrified by what was happening. "I-I knew she was a foreigner, but a criminal?"
"You wench-!" Knuckles rammed hard into the side of my face and I choked, unable to breathe. Someone's knee made contact with my side and I collapsed against the ground, people kicking me and shoving me around as if I was nothing but a ragdoll to be beaten. As a fist made contact with my stomach, I found myself throwing up everything I had eaten earlier today. "What did you do to our lord!? You'll pay!"
"She's a demon! Look at her clothes!" A woman cried. "She must be a fox!"
"Kill the fox demon! She'll murder us all in our sleep!"
Iron touched my taste buds and in my haze I barely even realized I was bleeding. Even women were throwing stones. It was only when several guards walked up and pushed the villagers aside that the senseless abuse stopped. They grabbed me by the arms and dragged me away, blood dripping down my chin and out of the cuts I now sustained, body bruised everywhere. I coughed, dizzy and hardly able to process anything.
For a minute everything went black. When I next opened my eyes I was greeted with the face of a young man. Hair pulled back in a topknot, he had little wrinkles around his eyes that showed he smiled a lot. In this case, however, he was very much not smiling. This man was greatly upset.
"Well, well, well; if it isn't the girl from the wanted poster!" There was no humor in his words, the man's face stern and serious. He growled, "Did you really think you get away with it? We were going to find you sooner or later…"
I wheezed, hacking up some rather undesirable liquids, and spat out blood. My lungs felt so clogged I couldn't breathe. "I-I don't… know…" I gasped. "...what you're… t-talking about…"
The man frowned and watched as the guards hoisted me up higher, trying to get me to look at him properly. One jabbed my elbow and I cried out, tears burning my eyes. Everything hurt so much. Why were they acting like this? What did I do wrong? I don't understand. I just wanted to find my sister.
I just wanted to go home.
"I-I'm sorry…" I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut. "I-I'm… sorry. Wh-Whatever I did… I'm s-sorry…"
"You truly are a gifted actress." The man commented, something flashing in his eyes. Guilt, perhaps? "I don't know myself exactly what it is you've done, but the castle's messenger definitely wants you imprisoned. Just what did you do to anger them so?"
"I-I've never… b-been-!" Am I supposed to be coughing up this much blood? I feel so dizzy. "Castle… don't know…"
"You really think I'm going to believe you over the castle messenger? Please!" The man scoffed. "You're just a foreign spy. The normal punishment for this sin is beheading, but they want you alive… Guards! Take this wench to the cells and keep her there until Kagura arrives!"
Who? Kagura? That name sounds so familiar and yet I can't… place it. I'm so tired.
Too beaten and worn to fight back, I could only allow myself to be dragged through the headman's courtyard. My eyes slid shut and I crumpled to the cold stone floor after they threw me into the cell, slamming the wooden bar doors shut and locking them. "Behave yourself!" One of the guards shouted. "You'll face judgment soon enough."
My fingers dragged at the stone and I coughed, rolling onto my side. I tried to go over the details in my head, but none of it made sense. I didn't know anyone named Kagura, nor have I ever been to a castle. It was Akebi village all over again, but this time instead of a demon… I was a criminal. Why was my face on that wanted poster? Who was Kagura and what did she want with me? I don't understand.
M-Maria…
She has to be having a better time of it than I was; I won't accept anything else. She's strong.
I need to… get out.
My muscles ached and throbbed when I tried to move, and my body was too sore to even sit. I was stuck on the ground, spitting up blood. Ugh, I'm so nauseous. Would anyone even notice I was gone? Inuyasha, Kagome, Shippō… would they even care? I'm just a bother that continuously slows them down. They'd be better off without me.
And yet… they came with me here to Kasasagi Town. Why?
What did I do to warrant such kindness from them?
I want to repay them. I want to help find these jewel shards they're so intent on locating.
I want to be helpful.
Shikigami… My vision blurred and my breath caught in my throat, too clogged up with blood for me to inhale oxygen. I hacked and spit, trying to clear it. Help me…
My fingers clawed at the ground, nothing happening at all for a very long time. When I found myself about to reach the shimmering green rock wall, my hands shimmered red. A pentagram formed on the ground and out of it leapt the same dog from before, fur puffy and made out of red flames. I watched out of the corner of my eye as it walked over, pawsteps not making a sound.
The dog stopped beside me and knelt down, making a strange whimpering noise. It pressed its muzzle to my cheek and proceeded to lick the blood of my face. It was disgusting, but I lacked the strength to protest. He- yes, the dog was male- sat down beside me and let out a sad howl, as though he were crying. It… hurt to listen to. I wanted to pet the creature and tell him I would be fine, but I had no voice.
Flames appeared shortly after the dog's wail, blue and dancing at my feet. It spread onto the rest of my body and I was swallowed whole, buried in the fire. It didn't burn, in fact it wasn't even warm. As the worst of my wounds faded away and healed I could make out the fish swimming in the air, the koi splashing its fins and sending sparks everywhere. Able to move- finally, jeez- I reached out and planted a hand on the top of the dog's head.
His dark eyes turned to look at me and I offered a small smile, grateful for the Shikigami's help. With a wince I sat up, body still on fire, and I moved closer to properly pet the creature. He shuffled closer and rested his chin on my thigh, ears perking up and tail wagging excitedly at the affection. "Who's a good boy? You are! Yes, you are! You're the bestest boy, aren't you? Aww-" I scratched behind his ears and under his chin, fingers running through his fur. The blue flames gradually died away and when they did the dog reached out and licked my hand, disappearing himself into a flash of red sparks. "Uh… bye, then? Thank you, Shikigami people! You're amazing and I love you!"
I was left alone in the cold cell, body sore yet no longer bleeding. My bruises were still intact, but that was fine. I could at least move now. With a grunt I stood, wobbling over to the stone wall and leaning against it. I felt so dizzy.
Need to get out. I could light the wooden bars on fire, but that might spread here.
I'm not too keen on burning alive. Hmm. Wait.
"The stone is…" It was green. The very same green I've seen before. "Dude, seriously? What are the chances!? Ha!"
I stepped back and faced the wall properly, resting my palms against the stone. I didn't know who this Kagura person was or what the castle wanted with me, but I didn't commit any crime. I was innocent. As such I'm not going to remain here to become fodder for some kingdom's petty amusement! I'm no spy or villain.
"Freaking jerks…"
The flames lit up out of my fingertips and stretched around the wall, tearing into the Serpentine Rock. Cracks spread along the surface, glowing a bright red, and the rocks quickly crumbled away. This created a path out of the cell to the back of the jail, which allowed me to head into the headman's backyard. As I stumbled into the area I quickly ducked down, noting several guards posted in the area. It was hard keeping my breathing to a minimum, especially since I was having so much trouble inhaling anyway, but I could move and that was what mattered.
I just had to be careful.
Crouching low to the ground, I waited and watched from behind a piece of foliage as a man paced about, disappearing occasionally behind the main building. I thought about darting ahead, before deciding to count how often he vanished from view. I waited, silent, and counted to five when he disappeared and returned.
He was still pacing. Frick, there's that other guard. How to get out of here? A distraction…
I looked around, finding a rather big rock. My throwing arm was terrible, so that wouldn't work.
I need… something.
But you know what? I don't think I'll find it. So without further adieu I darted forward as soon as the first guard vanished behind the building, frantically counting down in my head for when he would show up again. I had just barely managed to get to the main bridge, sliding into the water in a desperate attempt to hide. "Did you hear that?"
"What?"
"It sounded like it came from over there…"
No, no, no. Don't come over here. Frick. Seeing their feet start to head in this direction I buried my head under the water, slowly moving under the bridge as they walked around. This is so stressful! Aghh! Okay. This is good. Keep moving around that way. Perfect. I moved my legs, holding my breath for as long as humanly possible before reaching the other side of the bridge, resisting the overwhelming urge to burst into coughs and gasp for air. Don't panic!
I inhaled from my nose slowly, only increasing the burn in my chest and the throbbing in my skull, and kept low to the ground as I made my way out of the pond.
Almost there!
"M'lord! M'lord, the prisoner's escaped!"
For a split second my heart stopped. I whipped my head to look over my shoulder, fearful I had been found. They were looking at the hole in the back of the cell, investigating in it. The guards hadn't seen me. With that I pulled myself out of the pond, body weighed down by the wet clothes I was wearing, and I stumbled towards the back gate.
"There she is!"
It's locked! Why is it locked!?
The soldiers were running towards me, spears ready to be used. A terrified squeal escaped my lips and I did the most ridiculous, painful thing ever. I dashed over to a nearby barrel, climbed onto it, and jumped onto the blue-tiled roof. My hands were wet and slippery and it was hard to get a good grasp, but I was desperate. I coughed and wheezed and gasped, arms shaking and fingers numb as I pulled myself up. The guards were shouting and started saying something about arrows, and I knew my time was limited.
Grasping tightly onto the tiling, pulling, I nearly fell back to the ground when one of them ripped off completely. I kicked at the ledge and grimaced, making several pained noises as I reached the top. Something sharp grazed my shoulder and I nearly let go, startled, but I caught the top of the roof in time. The guards had grabbed their bows. Frick.
"Guh-!" One hit hard in my left arm the exact second I tossed a leg over to the other side.
I rolled and flattened myself onto my front, fingers catching and grasping tightly the tiles. Breathing deeply and trying to catch my breath as several more arrows flew through the air, I could barely hear them cursing and shouting due to the pounding of my own heart. I actually…
Holy shit.
I give up, man. I can't do this. I coughed and slowly moved down, turning so my feet were facing the edge. This was not easy; I've never even done anything like this before in my life! I was terrified of heights. Grabbing the edge I tried to carefully let myself down- but I moved too fast and wasn't prepared for the weight of my body once suspended and I tumbled down with a screech.
"Open the gates! Find her!"
Grabbing the arrow tightly as I pushed myself up, I limped with a sprained ankle. Pain flared all the way up my leg like sharp needles, but none were as sharp as the steel buried into my flesh. Yanking out the arrow and crying as a result, I wobbled down the back alleys of the town until I found a decent place to hide. Hearing their footsteps close behind I panicked, throwing the arrow in the opposite direction and burying myself into a large wagon full of hay.
"Where'd she go!? Find her! Check the houses!"
Stay calm, stay calm; don't panic. This is fine.
I can do this. I got this far, didn't I? I'm okay.
They need me alive.
"Fuck! Where's the wench?"
"Damn it, how are we going to explain this to the messenger…?"
Granted it's only long enough for me to be executed by royalty, but still. Gods, it hurts. I can't hold my breath for much longer; I'm getting so dizzy. My head won't stop pounding and neither will my heart. I'm scared. I'm so scared.
"She could be hiding anywhere in the town! Let's split up, men!"
I didn't move. If I did I feared I would be found out. With my ankle injured as it was and blood pooling out of my arm, I knew I wouldn't get very far. Once I was certain I was alone I began to breathe again, fighting a sneeze as the hay tickled my nose. The pointy strands of grass stabbed into my bruises and wounds, only making me hurt more.
It was so cold. How long have I been hiding? I heard footsteps and voices, but I found them hard to identify. I didn't even shift my position.
Suddenly the wagon began to move and I tensed, eyes snapping wide open, and then it stopped. Someone was shouting. Was it a guard? Did I get found out? I won't be able to get away this time; I'm screwed. I'll be brought to the headman and then to the castle, and then I'll lose my head. I don't want to be put on a guillotine o-or anything else. Oh gods.
Panicked, I threw myself out of the hay and fell to the ground, fingers digging into the dirt. I dragged myself away and scrambled onto my feet, limping away and ignoring the cries of the startled villagers. Blood stained my clothes, but I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to be somewhere safe. I was so tired, so hungry. I needed a hug.
I honestly couldn't say how long I wandered the back streets of the town, heading left and right and left and left and straight and then down and then right again. It was a maze. Villagers that recognized me as the wandering foreigner searching for Maria looked concerned, confused about my current state and how I ended up like this. The old man that had bad hearing asked if I would like to come in and clean myself up, and I almost accepted.
Almost being the keyword. But then I grew paranoid. Were the guards inside? Would they ambush me the second I got comfortable?
No. I couldn't risk it.
It was nightfall by the time I got back to the town entrance, falling down by the tree and collapsing next to it. When I woke up it was to Shippō's frantic cries and Kagome's worried voice. "Irene! Oh thank goodness! You're awake!"
"We rushed here as quick as we could!" Shippō said, "But when we waited for you to show up… you never did! There were wanted posters of you everywhere and then these guards kept asking questions…"
"What the hell happened to you?" Inuyasha demanded, squatting down in front of me. "Are you okay? You look like a mess!"
My lips curled back and a strangled sob escaped my lips. Kagome's eyes widened. "I… I was so scared!" The girl instantly reached forward, wrapping her arms around me and resting my head against her shoulder. I cried, sniffling and hiccuping and clinging tightly to her with my bloody hands. "Th-They just started to… to grab me a-and hit me and-! I… I was in- they put me in j-jail a-and I can't… Somebody named K-Kagura…!"
"What!?" Inuyasha recoiled, rage taking over his features immediately. "Kagura!? She's here?"
"There's no way…" Shippō looked horrified. "It's not that Kagura, is it?"
I pulled away from Kagome and looked up at them lost, mind a mess and heart a bit broken. "Y… You kn-know her? She's… they said… They said she's a messenger from the castle."
Kagome frowned. "You remember what we told you about Naraku and the jewel shards, right? Kagura is his female incarnation. She was born from his flesh."
"She uses the wind and possess the dead. She's disgusting." Inuyasha growled, amber eyes fueled with rage. "No matter how close I get to killing her and Naraku they always slip away…"
"But…" I don't understand. "B-But why do they want me? How come… How come they're looking for me? I-I don't know them! I never met them, I-!"
"Maybe," Kagome softly interjected, "if they've gone so far as to put up wanted posters of you… it could have something to do with why you brought here to this time."
Shippō nodded his head, crossing his arms furiously. "I agree! It sounds like something Naraku would do. Capturing you and torturing you… he's such a bully!"
"If Kagura's on her way here we might as well stick around." Inuyasha said, glaring into the distance. "But first…" His eyes turned back to me. "We should probably take care of those wounds. They didn't go easy on you."
I shook my head, biting my lip. "I-It was worse… I-I managed to heal that, but… wh-when I was escaping I-I got shot. A-And I fell off a roof. Um." I sniffled. "K-Kagome, do… do you have any snacks? I… I'm really hungry." I tried not to feel guilty when her gaze became confused. "I-I threw up earlier…"
It took a few seconds for me to register that the rage that formed in her gaze was not directed at me. "Wait here." She said, standing up. Kagome was completely unperturbed by the fact that blood stained the front of her uniform top. "I'll make you something good! Naraku and Kagura… I'll make them pay for this! You did nothing wrong!"
"S-Sorry…"
"Don't apologize!" Now she's starting to sound like Inuyasha. I grabbed at my arm, wincing, and noted that it had stopped bleeding. How long was I asleep? Was I even asleep? I didn't know anymore. Today is a daze. "You're not at fault!"
Fingers twitching I tried to push myself up, coughing, and leaned my head back against the tree. How did the one prayer go again? I can't think… or focus. Gods. The fish Shikigami. I'm sorry for always asking this of you… Please, help me once more. Blue flames licked my fingers and I rested my palm against my wounded flesh, inhaling sharply as the coolness brushed the painful heat of infection. I was fully aware that Inuyasha and Shippō were watching me, but I didn't really care at the moment.
How did this work…? Oh wow, that feels amazing. So nice.
The flames darted up to my shoulder, sealing the arrow gash shut, before slowly spreading down my leg to reach my ankle. As I thanked the spirits for their generosity I gave in to exhaustion and fell asleep. Shortly after Kagome woke me up, noodles cooked in chicken broth greeting me. All of us sat down to eat the ramen; though for once I ate slower than the others. Afterwards I changed back into the green kimono I wore the past few days, the four of us trying to devise a plan on how to get back to the headman's to meet up with Kagura.
And I say the four of us, but it was really the three I was travelling with talking and debating. During their chatter I used my rescue inhaler.
"We can't just walk up with her; they might attack her again." Kagome lamented.
"Well, whattya suggest then?" Inuyasha demanded. "Kagura ain't just gonna wait for us!"
"We could just ask to talk to the headman… make him understand the situation!" Shippō suggested.
They weren't very great plans. In all honesty it reminded me that I was working with teenagers and a small child. Powerful teenagers with great intelligence, but… not so strategic out of battle. Wiping once more the blood off of my face, I mumbled, "...pretend… turn in…"
"Hah?" Inuyasha's ear twitched, the boy stopping mid-sentence to look at me. "What'd you say?"
I jumped, having not expected to actually be heard. I pulled my knees close to my chest, pretending that I didn't vividly remember the events of being beaten by both soldiers and villagers. "I-I just, I mean; they want me, right? So… you could, maybe, uh, pretend to turn me in?"
"Absolutely not!" Kagome was the first to protest. "It's too dangerous! They put an arrow in your arm, didn't they? We're not risking it."
"But you want to speak with the headman, right?" The emotion slowly leaked out of my voice, a sense of apathy washing over me as I thought about the most logical route to this situation. I shut down my feelings of fear and want, eyes becoming half-lidded. "To get to Kagura… you have to get through him. They were looking for me all day once I ran off. If you say you found me… they'll let you in. They did with the other guys."
"Other guys?" Inuyasha questioned. I didn't respond.
"It's fine. I can just… heal myself again once it's over. Doesn't matter."
"So," Shippō tried to make sense of this, "basically you want us to pretend we're from this town? And once we get in we take care of Kagura?" I nodded. "I get it! That could work! But… what if they take you away? If we try to help our cover might get blown… I don't like seeing you hurt, Irene. You're always getting injured. I think Kagome is right; it's pretty risky."
"Cell or house, it's too dangerous to just take you right in there!" Inuyasha crossed his arms, deep in thought. "We'll need to come up with something else. Splitting up was clearly a bad idea. Think… aha! Shippō!"
The fox demon jumped. "Uh, yes, Inuyasha?"
Inuyasha grinned mischievously. "You can transform, can't you?"
"What!?"
My head snapped up, feeling rushing back into my heart once more. "N-No! Shippō isn't gonna do that! I refuse!" I tried to stand up and make my way over to hide the demon from view, but Inuyasha shot an arm out to stop me. "Hey-!"
"Even if they tie you up or try and hurt you, you can just transform back and escape!"
Shippō scowled. "Why do I always get the short end of the stick?"
I looked back-and-forth, dumbfounded. Kagome clapped her hands together, eyes lighting up. "That's a great idea! Nobody can figure out Shippō's disguises!" My hands dropped to my side. There was no winning, was there? They were already decided. My opinion was null. "You got this!"
"No one else can do this but you, Shippō." Inuyasha declared, encouraging the small demon. "We're counting on you."
The child's eyes grew wide. "Really?"
"Yes!" Kagome told him, smiling sweetly and kneeling down in front of him. "Will you do it? Please?"
Shippō looked at them for a long moment and then turned his gaze to me, determination filling his gaze. He clenched a tiny fist and raised it in the air, "Alright! I'll do it! No one will be able to figure me out! Here goes!" The fox demon reached into his vest and pulled out a leaf, taking a deep breath to calm himself. Resting the object against his forehead, he shouted, "Transform!"
A popping noise and a puff of smoke, and then Fake Irene was standing there dressed in the striped shirt and black jeans. She grinned widely, pressing her hands to her face. It was so unnerving to watch, and I leaned over just to check and- surely- there was no fox tail.
"How do I look!?" Gods, is that really my voice? I'm still not used to it. "I even remembered to hide my tail this time!"
"It's a perfect transformation!" Kagome awed, amazed by his skill. "Impressive!"
I sighed, really not liking this plan. "This is so weird…"
"Really?" Fake Irene asked, turning her big brown eyes in my direction. Her hair was a mess. "So… no one will be able to see through my magic? My disguise will work?"
"You've come this far!" Inuyasha said, a little too aggressively. "Are you really gonna give in now!? We need to get into the headman's house!"
Fake Irene yelped and stumbled back, running a few steps ahead. "I-I'm not scared! Now let's go! You're supposed to have c-captured me, haven't you? Act like it!" I made a face, praying that was just Shippō being himself and not his actual impression of me. "I-I'll show you guys what bravery looks like, because I'm the bravest of us all!"
Yes, yes. Kagome had Inuyasha and I stay back so we wouldn't blow their cover, and the two of us were left sitting in a tree. I remained close to the trunk, not wishing to fall from a high place a second time today, and fiddled with the cords tied through the sleeve hems. I hated this. Would Shippō really be okay?
I wouldn't put it past the guards to attack him with the way he was transformed; we were identical. I didn't want the child to get hurt. It was bad enough I had to go through it, but him or Kagome? It left a sour taste on my tongue, stomach churning uncomfortably and leaving me nauseous from stress. I really could go for a nap.
"Will you quit that?" Inuyasha snapped, glaring at me. I stopped what I was doing. "You're making me nervous! They're gonna be fine, you got that?"
I said nothing, nodding uncertainly at his words. How could he be so confident? I was completely freaking out.
"Hey- did you hear that?"
"Huh?" I blinked, listening closely. In the distance there was a… hum. No, a buzz. Bees? "What is that?"
Inuyasha narrowed his eyes and jumped to a high branch, climbing the tree to get a better view. From above I could hear him curse, shouting profanities. "Saimyōshō!" I have no idea what that is. The half-demon leapt down from his perch and back onto the branch, causing me to cry out as it shook and I latched onto the trunk as best as I could. "They're in trouble! Grab on!"
"Wh-What-gyah!" He forcefully grabbed my arm and practically threw me onto his shoulder, leaving me very little time to wrap my arms around him as he jumped off the branch. "N-Not so fast-! Whoa!" My hands grabbed at his kimono and he held onto my legs, keeping me from slipping and falling. Inuyasha leapt expertly from building to building, running as fast as he possibly could and not slowing down for anything. "Wh-What's going on!?"
"The saimyōshō! They work for Naraku! If they're here that means Kagura- that Kagura- is as well! We have to hurry!"
It was hard to tell with Inuyasha's silver hair smacking me in the face, but buzzing around in the sky was a really nasty bug. With big red eyes and a yellow-and-black striped body… thick legs… eugh. So gross. I want to squash it. Vermin. I hate bugs. "Go faster, then!"
"What do you think I'm doing, stupid!?"
Everyone was in their houses sleeping, or at the very least getting ready for bed, which meant sneaking by was easy. As for Kagome and Shippō… I sat up straight, pointing in their direction. "I see them! Oh frick…" They were surrounded by demons. Only two, thank goodness, but they were still quite threatening. "Look out!"
One of the demons, a salamander dressed very closely to a Shinto priest, ran at Kagome with his claws held high. She was already sporting several wounds, multiple arrows in the other demon. Shippō's disguise was gone and he was throwing spinning tops left-and-right, but they weren't doing any damage. He was crying.
"Raaaah!" Inuyasha shouted, letting go of one of my legs to unsheathe his sword, and he leapt down from the rooftop to descend upon the attacking demons. "Not on my watch-!"
His blade ran through the creature swiftly, guts and blood flying everywhere. He dropped me and I landed harshly on the ground, grunting and grimacing at the movement, and I watched as he quickly took care of the other demon. "Inuyasha, Irene!" Kagome exclaimed, relieved. "You're here!"
The half-demon huffed, looking at us. "I came as soon as I saw the saimyōshō. You guys okay?"
Kagome nodded, knees scraped up and back a bit bloody from the demon's claw attacks. "Y-Yeah, for the most part. Just some minor injuries; I can still fight."
"I should hope so. That demon was as weak as could be! But it's no good sticking around if the saimyōshō are here."
I made a face, standing. "Okay, so… they work for Naraku. But… they don't look that tough? Just gross."
"Whatever the saimyōshō see, Naraku and Kagura can see." Kagome explained. "Which means that they probably already know we're here. Our only option is to head straight to the headman's house! I don't like this…"
"Do any of us?" I asked, sighing. Inuyasha chuckled darkly, fingers grasping the tetsusaiga tightly, the half-demon ready for battle.
"Here I come," He growled, threatening any demons that could be hiding, "you better get outta the way!"
Shippō snorted. "You look pretty excited about this."
"That's only because he loves to fight." Kagome said, a small smile on her face. I shuffled my feet uncomfortably, disturbed by how much time we were wasting by talking. "We should get going."
"Yes, please! Let's go, go, go!" I clapped my hands with a sense of urgency, a sense of dread building up in my stomach. "No time to waste!"
"Somebody help meeeee~!" A scream rang out as soon as I said that, chilling me to the bone. I recognized that voice. "D-Demon!"
Seriously? Does he really think that I would help him after what he put me through? That anyone would help him? He's a terrible person; I did nothing wrong, and he had his villagers and guards abuse me and toss me in a jail cell to rot until this Naraku villain had Kagura show up. If it weren't for the Shikigami I would have died. I refuse.
He can suffer, just like I did.
Or so I thought, but I found my feet moving against my better judgment. Before I knew it we were in his backyard- the headman pinned by several more demons. Shippō yelped. "H-He's surrounded by demons!" Freaking, no! I won't do it. He's a jerk! I hate him. "I-Inuyasha-!"
"Freaking hell; get out of the way!" I was panicking. My legs were moving and my hands were outstretched, and the giant floating head of a demon turned to look at me. Hands ignited with flames, I rammed them into its face and willed the fire to increase in size and heat, screeching like a wild banshee as I burned it alive. Fear and frustration welled up inside of me, and even as it opened its mouth and bit down on my left hand I didn't pull away. I latched down on the inside of its throat and dug my fingers even harder into its face. "Just die already! Die, die, die, die, die-!"
The red flames burned orange, which quickly turned yellow, then white. The demon tried to pull away, but found it couldn't- not without tearing out its insides. It was disgusting and gross and my hand burned from its acids, but I didn't give a damn. Not anymore. I was fuming. All the stress had built up until I could no longer take it; these demons were now the victims of my frustration. The flesh began to melt off of its face, revealing the bones beneath. It was quite morbid to watch and would surely haunt my dreams for many days to come. No one dared interfere- not even the other demons had the courage to burst into this horrifying sight. When the demon finally melted away I was left panting, shoulders slumped over and body encased in white hot flames. My very blood felt like it was boiling.
The flames burned bright at my call, turning white at my wrath. They were my own sword, acting upon my emotions. The spirits never responded to my thoughts in the first place; they only appeared when I was in distress, reacting to my feelings. I was barely aware of it. And the fire that was encasing me… I couldn't see it, but the flames had taken the form of an ox.
"I don't understand it!"
They're just monsters, preying on those weaker than them. Working for a cruel demon that thrived off of others suffering. Humans and demons are both sadists, evil in their own right, existing only to cause pain and bask in their own harsh pleasure. Freaking nightmares.
"What do you gain from hurting others!?"
The ox lowed, stomping its hooves. Letting out an enraged snort, the fiery beast charged. The demons didn't stand a chance, the centipede one melting at impact and the other- a skeletal bird- sustaining grievous injuries.
"Wh-Why…?" The headman, the villagers, the spider demon. Naraku and Kagura. "Why are you like this?"
And then the bird was flying at me, beak wide open as it aimed for my throat. It didn't get very far, having to divert its path to avoid the ox's next charge, and wound up being purified and destroyed by a holy arrow. Kagome lowered her hand, bow held close to her chest, a frown adorning her lovely face. I froze, brain taking a moment to catch up with the situation, and the realizations of my actions dawned on me.
The white flames turned blue, the ox bringing its head down in mourning and vanishing in sparks. My legs gave out and I fell to my knees, traumatized by own behavior. No matter how you look at it; I had no control over it. I gave in to my suppressed feelings and acted out of hatred and anger. I was absolutely frustrated and I took it out on those demons.
That was wrong of me.
I brought an arm to my face and covered my mouth, fighting back against the tears. My shoulders shook and I could hear the others run over, Kagome resting a hand cautiously on my shoulder as the blue flames faded away. The burns on my hand healed along with it, even going so far as to cure Kagome of her own inflictions. Shippō watched with big eyes as that happened. Inuyasha said nothing, simply observing.
"I-I don't know what just happened, but… that was amazing." Kagome told me gently, trying not to alarm me or set me off on another tangent. "You've really gotten more powerful."
No, I didn't. That wasn't me. It was the spirits. The Shikigami, acting upon my emotions. I screwed up big time. I refused to look at her, hiding my face with my arm.
"She was training while you were gone," Inuyasha finally said, "but… I don't think that was just her."
"What do you mean?"
Inuyasha opened his mouth to explain, but was cut off by the headman. "Y-You saved me? Oh, thank you so much!" He crawled forward, stumbling to his feet and walking over to me. He bowed deeply. "I don't deserve your kindness!"
"Darn straight you don't!" Shippō shouted, jumping in front of me and holding his little arms out as if to protect me. "You guys were total bullies to Irene! All she did was ask some questions about her sister, and you guys up and kidnapped her! What gives you the right?"
"Sh-Shippō…" My voice cracked. Shakily lowering my arm, I reached out and pressed a hand to his head. The fox demon relaxed a little, but didn't move. "I-It's okay. Don't worry about it."
"No!" He shook his head. "They hurt you! They beat you so badly you couldn't even walk! I don't like them!"
I was stunned, but flattered. I looked up at the headman. "What… uh," I sniffed, "What happened, anyway?"
The headman never took his eyes off of me. "I was tricked by that woman- Kagura! I had no idea that the castle messenger was a demon!"
Inuyasha scoffed. "Kagura… where is she now!?"
"She's-"
The door to the headman's house slammed open and a young woman announced herself, a fan hiding her face as she scowled. "I thought I heard noises," The stranger said, closing the fan shut and revealing her face, "turns out it was you guys…"
She was completely, undeniably beautiful. Her long, wavy black hair was pulled up into an elegant bun, accentuated by several white feathers, her bangs cut in a fringe over her forehead. Earrings dangled from her pointed ears and her lips were painted a seductive shade of dark red, and her kosode… she was wearing three different layers. The outermost layer was colored white with purple stripes, bringing out the piercing vibrant red of her eyes. A yellow ribbon tied around her waist in place of an obi, the strings dangling loosely in the front. Her feet were completely bare, but that only added to her good looks.
This woman, whoever she was, was completely stunning. Her voice was low and sultry, and for a split second I found myself questioning my sexuality. "Oh? You have a new friend? I see… you must be the girl they were talking about. Yes," She narrowed her eyes at me, almost taking my breath away with her intense gaze, "you do look like the girl on the wanted poster, don't you?"
I was taken aback by the contempt in her voice. Why was she staring at me so coldly? I didn't do anything to her. Unless…
"Kagura!" Inuyasha snapped, fangs bared as he readied his sword. He pushed himself in front of us, as if trying to protect everyone. "So this is where you've been hiding!"
"Hmph. What's it to you?"
This woman… was Kagura? She was the one working for Naraku; the person who claimed to be a messenger from the castle? I never imagined her to be such a pretty demon. I supposed it made sense; not all mean demons are hideous and grotesque. "You…"
She turned her head, the dark-haired beauty looking down at me once more. "What is it?"
My fingers twitched and slowly curled into fists, flames alighting on my fingers as the rage buried deep inside me sparked once more. "I-It was you…?" She was the one who caused all this pain? Who sent the posters, and caused the villagers and guards to beat me up? It was all her fault? "You did this…?
"I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific." Kagura tapped her fan lightly against her chin. "I've done many things in my lifetime. I could share, if you'd like…"
I hate her. I want to burn her. I want to make her hurt.
"I'm gonna take that as a yes." My face went blank, seeing her patronizing stare. That smirk needed to be smacked right off of her lips. "Which means… I have a question for you, Kagura."
"Oh?" She looked amused. "And what would that be?"
I stepped forward, expression darkening considerably as I glared. "Where. Is. Maria?"
Kagura thought for a moment, humming to herself, opening her fan and turning her head, glancing at me from the corner of her eyes. From the way her eyes narrowed, I knew she was smiling as she asked in a sweet voice, "...Who? Never heard of her."
Inhaling sharply, my breath came out shakily as I resisted the urge to just throw all common sense out of the window and lunge at her. My fists were trembling. "If you or that… Naraku… hurt her, o-or… were even the ones who brought us here…"
"What? You gonna fight me, little girl?"
Inuyasha watched me carefully as I took another step forward. I raised a hand, watching it flicker with white hot flames. "If I have to, I will." I'm done. I'm sick of this. Toying with people, hurting them. I'll make them all pay for it. "You brought me and my sister here, so you sure as hell better send. Us. Back."
"Send you back?" She lowered her fan and brought it out to her side, arm raised high in the air. Her smirk was taunting as the wind around us picked up speed. Shippō squealed and dashed over to Kagome, hiding behind her leg as she readied her bow, and the headman ran out of the backyard to the back alleys of the town. "Now why would I do something like that?"
"Kagura…" Inuyasha growled, feet pounding against the ground as he charged at her. He raised his sword high into the air. "I'm gonna cut you to shreds! RAAH!"
"Dance of blades!" She shouted, waving her fan through the air. The wind grew more intense, the woman somehow creating a gust of air that quickly morphed into several crescent-shaped blades. "You fools! You really think you can defeat me!? I am the wind sorceress!"
Inuyasha deflected the majority of the blades thrown at him, being knocked back by the force of them. Several managed to slip past and cut up his sleeves, and I shouted as I attempted to leap out of the way. Before he could recover Kagura set loose another wave of wind blades, injuring him even further. Kagome drew back her arrow to attack, but the female demon brought her fan up into the air and created an incredibly strong gust of air. It sent both the teenager and Shippō flying back, and Inuyasha had to plant his sword into the ground to prevent himself from being blown away.
I was no exception either, and I found myself crashing hard into the nearby shed. "Ack-!" I coughed. That really hurt. Winded from the blow, it took a few seconds for me to try and get up. "K-Kagome, Shippō!"
"She's too strong!" The fox demon wailed. "Kagome, get up!"
"I-I'm working on it." She grabbed her bow, readying another arrow as she sat up. "Fighting her is never easy."
"If I can just-!" Inuyasha yanked his sword out of the ground. "But if I do that, the entire village might suffer damage… Damn it! I can't use my Wind Scar here!"
"Ha!" Kagura laughed. "Pathetic fools! You can't even get near me!"
Wait. Though dizzy and currently fussing about for my rescue inhaler, I remembered something. The ox from before… it charged straight at the enemy. If I can somehow get that to appear again, then-! I shook my inhaler and turned it, using it and holding my breath for ten seconds. Exhale, inhale, process repeats. Coughing painfully, I tried to trudge forward.
Several arrows flew through the air, the only thing being able to surpass Kagura's winds. "Why you-!"
"Take this!" Inuyasha shouted, running in close with sword in hand. "Tetsusaiga!"
Kagura turned and cried out when it hit her, the blade running hard against her torso. Blood spattered everywhere, and in her rage she swung her fan at him. Several wind blades hit him and tore up his kimono even more, Inuyasha bleeding all over the red fabric. He grimaced, but a grin was worn on his face. The half-demon was confident he could win this. The woman growled. "I'll get you for that, you mutt! Dance of the Dragon!"
The wind picked up so much speed that even my hair was smacking me in the face, my bangs poking my eyes so much I had to physically hold them up to see what was going on. To my horror several tornadoes appeared out of thin air, running rampant and destroying everything that was around them. Inuyasha leapt to the side and darted around them, avoiding them as best as he possibly could, before being forced to get near them to rescue Kagome and Shippō who were still on the ground.
"Inuyasha-!" Kagome screamed as a whirlwind neared her, just in time for the half-demon to pick her up and place her safely on a nearby roof. "Oh god…"
I was not so lucky.
"Irene!" Shippō cried. "Inuyasha, what about Irene!?"
"I'm getting there, damn it! Rescuing you all takes time!" Feeling the wind pressure trying to drag me towards the tornado I latched onto the shed door, struggling to open it. If I could just get inside I would have some form of cover, right? I wouldn't die immediately upon being touched by the whirlwind. "Watch out!"
The door handle broke. Before I could process that the one thing keeping me from being sucked into the tornado was gone, I was already flying back into the crazy wind. There was a flash of red and a scream, but it didn't belong to me. As the tornado dispersed and we fell to the ground, my brain registered that it was Inuyasha's. His back was completely shredded at this point, covered in blood and torn cloth. He had…
He had shielded me from Kagura's attack. Inuyasha took the fall for me.
Pushing his arms off of me I sat up, shaking him fearfully. "I-Inuyasha? Inuyasha, wake up! Hey! No, no, no! Don't do this! Inuyasha!"
"Inuyasha!" Kagome screamed, seeing from her spot on the roof that he was unconscious. "Inuyasha!"
"F-Firebombs!" Shippō cried, throwing the objects futilely at Kagura. They exploded as soon as they made contact with her gust of wind. "Oh no… with Inuyasha passed out, we can't win this! What should we do!?"
Heal. Heal him. I-I can heal him, right? That's a thing I can do.
"Dance of blades!"
I screamed and ducked down, covering the wounded half-demon's body with my own. "I only need one of you alive," Kagura declared, turning her fierce eyes towards Kagome and Shippō. She moved her fan through the air, "the rest are as good as dead!"
I got up and shook Inuyasha again, trying to wake him up. He wouldn't budge. I cringed and placed my hands over the most serious wound, putting pressure to stop the bleeding. The red liquid seeped over my fingers, staining my hands. "I-Inuyasha!"
Kagome screamed in the distance as the building she was on got destroyed, leaving her and Shippō sailing through the air and crashing hard onto the ground. They weren't moving. Kagura hid her face again, eyes half-lidded.
"K-Kagome… Shippō…!"
"Well, that was easier than expected…"
No. This isn't happening. I won't allow it.
Flames appeared out of thin air, blue and sorrowful. Tears blurred my vision and my breath was completely gone. Inuyasha, Kagome, Shippō… they were all dying because of me. It's my fault. I should have tried harder to convince them, I-!
Kagura stepped forward, reaching out to pull a feather from her hair. "That's that, then… oh?" She finally noticed the fire, watching as two koi fish swam high into the air, creating a tsunami of flame. "So you really can use the Shikigami… interesting."
I won't be able to live with myself… if these kind people die. If they fade away how am I going to explain it to Kaede? To these Sango and Miroku people they talk so fondly about? What about Kagome's family? I refuse to be held responsible.
"Sadly your attempts are futile~!"
She thrust her fan through the air, several wind blades shooting out towards me. I flinched, bracing myself for pain- only none never came. It was sudden and shocking, and the wind blades bounced right off the tetsusaiga. Inuyasha was on one knee, the wounds on his body gradually healing. I hadn't even noticed, but the blue flames had extended across the ground, wrapping around my allies. The koi fish were controlling them, swimming along and giving us their blessings. Even my own wounds were healed.
"Nice try," Inuyasha barked, "but we're not goin' down that easily! Irene, Kagome! Let's go!"
"H-Hah!?"
"On it!"
Wait, why am I included in this too? Oh, whatever; at least I know what I'm doing now. The three of us standing, Inuyasha readied himself for an attack. Kagome notched an arrow, aiming at Kagura and preparing to shoot. Shaking my head incredulously for being considered a battle companion, I focused. The blue light around me got stronger and the koi fish swam upwards, spinning in their own little whirlwind of flame. Eventually the koi grew longer, transforming into something bigger and more threatening.
A dragon.
It roared loudly and electricity crackled around it as it opened its mouth and swallowed Inuyasha whole. The half-demon let out a battle cry and Kagome released her arrow. Tetsusaiga glowing blue, Inuyasha brought the blade down with a mighty swing. The demonic energy that was swirling around it seemed to only be strengthened by Kagome's arrow, the light and darkness combining together. Added with my Shikigami, there was no way Kagura could deflect his Wind Scar.
And she tried- Kagura waved her fan about to try and control the winds, but it was futile against our combined efforts. As it made contact Kagura let out an ear-piercing scream, blood spilling from her body and kosodes tearing. Before it could run completely through her, however, an orange flame wrapped around her body- shielding her from the rest of the damage.
"What was that!?" Inuyasha demanded. The Wind Scar died out and the flame around Kagura faded, the wind sorceress holding an arm across her bloodied chest. A bright light flashed and the I was the one screaming, intense burning pain erupting all over my body. "Hey!"
"Irene!"
"What's going on!?"
"Shikigami…?" Kagura grunted, watching with wide eyes. "A-Anastasia?"
The pain died down as the flame dispersed and I collapsed to my knees, palms against the ground as I tried to catch my breath. I was so dizzy. "Th-That was… huh?" It was a Shikigami alright, but it was so much bigger than my own and far more deadly. Several burns ran along my arms now, kimono singed in multiple places. "Ana… who?"
A wicked grin crossed Kagura's face as a new person approached. "Naraku sent someone to help me… hmph. Don't expect any thanks."
Inuyasha stepped forward, brandishing his tetsusaiga and pointing it at the newcomer. "Stop! You'll be sorry if you get in my way!"
"Be careful!" Kagome warned, walking forward until she was beside him, pointing her bow at the masked stranger. "I don't think this is a normal demon…"
"I don't care what it is!" He snapped. "I'll destroy anything that gets in my way! Take this- WIND SCAR~!"
The masked stranger watched in silence, raising a hand in the air just as Inuyasha attacked. Red flames danced from her palms and wrapped around her body protectively, rendering the half-demon's attack useless as it only wrecked chaos around everything else around him. Kagome dropped her arrow as the ground shook, leaping to the side with Shippō in her arms to avoid getting struck by the wild demonic energy. "Gah!"
"K-Kagome!" Inuyasha shouted, only to bring his sword up in the air to shield himself. I yelped and threw myself to the ground, avoiding the electric currents. "Damn it! My attack was useless!"
The masked stranger lowered her head, vanquishing the red light at will. Who was she? The woman was dressed as a priestess, but the mask… it resembled that of a demon.
"The Wind Scar was so easily repelled!" Shippō exclaimed, unable to believe what had happened.
"You're wasting your time," The stranger spoke, her empty voice causing my eyes widen, "Now it's my turn."
Bringing her pale, dainty hands up into the air she called upon the spirits; large red flames danced at her feet, coiling around her arms and hands as though they were snakes. With each step she took the flames grew brighter and hotter, until they were a brilliant gold color.
"Dance with my reign!"
Snakes were coiled around her, and as she held her hands out the fiery beasts shot outwards- enlarging into huge pythons and burying their fangs into Inuyasha's left arm and right shoulder. The half-demon cried out, the yellow flame snakes wrapping their lower halves around his throat and burning his flesh with their heat. "Ow! Fuck! Get off of me!" He tried to grab at them, his hands passed right through their fire. The only thing Inuyasha succeeded in doing was hurting himself more.
The Shikigami removed themselves and slithered back to their master, hissing and baring their fangs at the half-demon, before disappearing into sparks. "Yes… such a beautiful color."
Slowly pushing myself up, I stared at the stranger with confused eyes. The body structure was entirely wrong, but the voice… it was unmistakable. There's no way.
"The color of your blood is like the setting sun," The woman praised, though her voice lacked any emotion, "it's so lovely…"
Inuyasha looked greatly disturbed. "What are you talking about?"
"You…" I began shakily, pushing myself to my feet. The masked stranger turned her head, staring at me from behind that terrifying mask. "Who are you? You're not… no. But… why?"
"Are you the girl?" The woman asked. "I see…"
"Why are you after me?" I demanded, stepping forward. Red light flickered to life at my fingertips. "How come… How come you have Maria's voice!?"
"Maria!?" Shippō gasped. "Irene, you don't think-?"
I shook my head, lips curling back and teeth grinding together in frustration. The masked stranger tilted her head, humming thoughtfully. "Not… her. It's not her. But it… it sounds like her." I glared at the newcomer. "How come you sound like her!?"
"I wonder…" The woman monotonously taunted. She turned her head and I scowled, wishing I could see her jerkish face. Did she think she was better than us? How arrogant. "Hmph. Kagura, I found what I came here for. I'm leaving."
Kagura huffed, yanking a feather out of her hair bun. "Whatever. Be that way."
The small feather somehow managed to increase in size, becoming large enough for the two to sit on. It moved quickly, Kagura manipulating the wind to accelerate their speed, and Inuyasha was left chasing after as they escaped. "Get back here, you cowards! Our fight wasn't finished, damn it!" He climbed onto the rooftop of a half-destroyed building, waving his sword at them.
Meanwhile Kagome was carrying Shippō, running outside to make sure no one had gotten caught up in the battle. I stood, staring into the distance from where the two bad guys had taken off. No matter how I tried to think about it nothing made sense. Anastasia… that was her name, right? What Kagura called her? She was short with little hands, bearing no physical resemblance to my sister that I could see.
But her voice… it was there. Blank and empty, so unlike my passionate sibling, but her voice all the same. She clearly had use of the Shikigami, far more powerful than I am or could ever be, which left me at a loss. Was she not a demon? Can demons even work with Shikigami? I know I can combine my powers with Shippō and, as was shown in the last battle, Inuyasha. But was a demon themselves able to use the power without it being casted by someone different? Was Anastasia a voice stealer?
Or was it… Naraku?
If they hurt Maria or took her someplace scary- I won't forgive them.
"Oh, thank goodness!" The headman exclaimed, stepping into the wreckage with Kagome and Shippō right behind them. He looked completely distraught at the state of his home, but was otherwise relieved that the danger was gone. "You defeated the demons!"
"Are you blind!?" Inuyasha snapped, leaping down from his perch and walking over. He sheathed his sword. "Can't you see that they just ran away!?"
"Don't be so cross, Inuyasha!" Kagome told the half-demon, raising her voice some. Then she softened it, a sympathetic expression on her face. "He's a victim too…"
Oh. Right. I turned my head, watching in silence as the conversation took place.
"Thank you for your understanding!" The headman exclaimed, before his gaze landed on me. I tensed, resisting the urge to back away as he neared. "And you- I am so sorry; I had no idea that the messenger from the castle would be a demon! She had me completely under her spell! I knew from the moment I saw you that you just couldn't be a criminal, but my loyalty to the castle… it outshone my judgment. Please, forgive me…"
Closing my eyes, I inhaled shakily to calm the wrath that was still unsettled. Then, as quickly as it came… the rage simmered down and a wave of cold hard defeat washed over me. I couldn't hate him. I couldn't hate anyone. I wanted to, but… I just felt sad. That's all there was to it. What made them feel as though they had to act this way? That hurting others… was the right thing to do? What did they gain from it?
I didn't understand.
And besides, I'm fine. The Shikigami healed me. "You… I mean, it's not… entirely your fault." I sighed. "Kagura and… Anastasia are the ones to blame. You were doing your job a-and they… took advantage of that."
"Oh, you are so forgiving!" He cried, a smile crossing his face. The headman stepped forward, startling me when he suddenly grabbed my hands. "You're such an angel!"
Shippō, no longer in Kagome's arms, dashed forward and put himself in front of me- surprising the headman and causing him to let go. I stepped back, cradling my hands to my chest protectively after having my personal bubble violated. "I-I think that's taking things too far!" The fox demon exclaimed, holding his arms in front of me. "She doesn't like being touched like that!"
"Y-Yeah… um. Please don't." I stammered, disturbed by the man's actions. "A-And I'm not an angel. I'm not even that nice, so…"
"Don't say that!" Kagome frowned at me, before offering a sad smile. "You really are kind, Irene. Why can't you see that?"
"I mean, I try, but, uh, you're the nice one here."
Kagome giggled at the compliment, but didn't seem too pleased at my self-deprecation. She stepped forward, helping Shippō hide me from the headman's view. Inuyasha was currently glaring at the man, who doesn't seem to quite realize that he did something wrong. "Anyway, from what Kagura and that strange woman was saying… Naraku has something to do with you and your sister being in this time. And if Anastasia has the same voice as your sister it's highly possible they're keeping her captive."
"Y-yeah…" I bit my bottom lip, nervous. "I-I think they stole her voice or something. Like what Ursula did with Ariel."
Kagome blinked, eyes widening as realization dawned on her. "Oh! You mean like from the movie?" I nodded. "I… well, I suppose that could be a thing. We don't know what all Naraku is capable of; he might have found a demon who could steal voices. Maybe Anastasia's capable of it?"
"Or maybe," Inuyasha interrupted, scowling at the very thought of the demon, "it's just another one of his tricks! Maybe he doesn't have Maria at all."
"Yeah!" Shippō agreed. "Besides, we all know Naraku isn't gonna be leaving us alone anytime soon!"
"The next time I see him or any of his friends, I'll finish them off!" Inuyasha swore, arms crossed. "They won't get away."
"Before that… why don't we head back to Kaede's village for now?" Kagome suggested, resting a hand gently on my shoulder so not to startle me. Her hand was a lot more welcoming. It helped me to relax. "We've been through a lot and… well, I think we could use the rest."
"Yeah." I nodded slowly, thinking deeply about the new information we uncovered. "Rest is… nice."
Somewhere during our conversation the headman left the area, rummaging through the remains of his house that wasn't completely destroyed by Kagura's winds or Inuyasha's tetsusaiga. After talking a bit longer about what our plans were going to be we headed outside- or, rather, to be more precise we went to where the front gate used to be. We had just walked out when the headman called out to us. "Everyone, please wait!"
I took that chance to hide behind Kagome and Inuyasha, who I noticed were standing a bit too close to each other. Yeah. Frick, with the time travel is okay to encourage them? Should I discourage them because of the heartbreak they might face? What is one supposed to do in this situation? If they get together and Kagome ends up choosing to stay in her own time, or is forced to remain there, they'll both be heartbroken.
But if Kagome chooses to stay here… she'll lose her whole family. Is someone, just one person, truly worth all that heartache?
It's funny.
I'm questioning their relationship and the consequences they have, all the while being a total hypocrite. Haven't I already decided that I'm going to go with whatever Maria chose? Have I been lying to myself all along thinking she would make the choice… when my heart was actually set on us going home?
I want… whatever makes Maria happiest. But I also… don't want to stay here. It's scary. The only reason I can breathe is because of Kagome and her family lying and conning doctors into giving them medicine. If Kagome ends up staying home… what will become of me? I'll die off, rotting away. Who will Maria have with her then?
I don't know. I'm thinking about this too much.
I should just focus on the present.
So lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice the headman approach and hand Kagome a bag full of coins. The headman claimed that the money was actually for me, as a thank you for our help and an apology for what his guards and villagers had done. Shippō was freaking out over the idea of buying lots of candy, so excited to munch of sweets. Kagome tried to hand it to me, but I refused. "I-I don't… I mean, I'm grateful, but-"
"It's okay." What? I looked up at Inuyasha, who grinned at me from over his shoulder. "Take it. You deserve it."
I disagree.
"It comes from good intentions," Kagome said, supporting the half-demon and trying to convince me to grab the bag, "you should accept it. Don't be so selfless all the time; it's okay to be a little greedy."
"I-I don't want to take advantage of-"
"I want you to have it." The headman said, smiling warmly at me. I tried not to cringe. "Please."
"Urk… okay. Fine." I yanked the bag out of Kagome's hand, shoving it into my kimono with the rest of the money I had. Frustrated, I became a little aggressive. I faced the headman, nodding and using my customer service skills to the best of my ability. Voice taking on a sweet tone, rather resembling that of Maria whenever she was on the phone with customers, I said, "Thank you! I hope your house gets rebuilt soon!"
"Agreed." He cast a disgruntled look at the wreckage behind him. "It will take some time… but we'll get it done. Thank you so much for your help."
"Anytime! And, uh, next time you see a woman with red eyes… she's probably a demon." The headman blinked, squinting and watching as I gestured to Inuyasha. "Exhibit A; silver hair, gold eyes. Exhibit B," I knelt down next to Shippō and placed a hand on the small child's head, causing him to blink, "the pupils in his eyes are slit and he has a tail! Unusual hair, eyes, or other characteristics? Probably a demon. Or at least not a hundred percent human, anyway."
"Y-Yes… I'll keep that in mind. Thank you again!" He headed back into the debris, calling for his guards. Several of which that were already dead- whether they were eaten by demons or killed by Kagura. Oh gods. I hadn't even noticed them before. With the buildings destroyed their bodies had come falling out into the open for all to see. Oh gods. I quickly looked away, bringing a hand up to my mouth and trying my darndest not to throw up. "This is terrible…"
Chapter 8: Foreigners Catch Sick Quick!
Chapter Text
Travelling never felt more like a hassle.
The trek back to Kaede's was a long one. Three and a half days, to be precise.
Everyone was completely and utterly exhausted. The majority of the first night was spent sleeping and recovering from the battle. When the sun finally rose at dawn no one awoke to greet it; it took Shippō waking up and trying to make a fire around noon that anyone opened their eyes. Inuyasha went hunting and Kagome tended to the torn clothing, stitching them up to the best of her ability. I used my medicine and by the time breakfast was ready I could put the machine away.
We ate, packed everything up, and then headed onwards.
I wound up falling asleep on Inuyasha's back during most of the trip, so worn out from everything. Him shouting woke me back up. The process continued, and then a day later we were at the border of Kaede's village. Kaede wasn't home, probably out blessing a villager's house, so we just went ahead and started unpacking. Kagome went out to the lake to take a bath and I followed shortly after, freezing in the cold water. Inuyasha and Shippō bathed together, and as soon as I lied down in the hut I found myself falling right back asleep.
When awoke Shippō was curled against my stomach, mumbling something about his father as he slept. My heart hurt at the sight and I gently ran my fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him whilst avoiding waking him. Shippō cuddled closer and grabbed at my robe, clinging tightly to me. Kagome was nowhere to be seen.
I yawned and sat up slowly, careful not to disturb the small child. Where was everyone? Even Kaede was still gone.
Pushing myself up I tightened my kimono, not caring for how loose it had gotten. I walked over and rummaged through the blue backpack, searching for some new clothes. It was then I saw the blue striped shirt I was wearing before. The stains were gone and the tears were stitched up perfectly. Yeah, okay. I guess I'll wear it again.
And so I changed, basking in the comfort of my black jeans.
Using the inhalers again and taking another dose of the nebulizer-gods I'm really not supposed to be this active- I went outside to hunt down everyone. Inuyasha was hiding out in a nearby tree keeping watch over the village, Shippō had woken up and was now out in the forest collecting mushrooms, and Kagome… where was she? I was running out of breath and I couldn't find her anywhere.
I brought my walk to a halt and took a seat near the outside of a hut. There I people watched for a while, admiring how the children ran about or how adults carried large baskets full of wheat and/or rice. The villagers would cut the stalks with sickles and/or knives, tie them in bundles, and then have them dry out in the sunlight for a while. It was a long, tiresome process… but they got it done.
Meanwhile I sat there completely breathless, worn despite having not done any work to wear me out. It was irritating. I wanted to help, but I physically couldn't.
Stupid illness.
"Hey, hey; are you a demon?"
What? I blinked, turning my head to see a small child standing beside me. He had a couple friends with him, too. "No?"
"Oh. Mama said she thought you were. Y'know, 'cause of your clothes."
I looked down at myself, then at the child. A weak grin formed on my lips. "It's just… what I wear. Normal where I come from."
"I told you!" A girl scolded, frowning at the boy. "She's a priestess, like Grandma Kaede!"
"I'm not a-"
"Demon!"
"Priestess! She's dressed like Lady Kagome!"
"They're both demons! Duh!"
The third child huffed and crossed his arms. "You guys are both stupid. She's a celestial nymph."
I guffawed at that, hardly able to believe what I was hearing. "O-Okay. How about we just say that I'm a normal human being?"
"But you're not!" The first boy shouted. The girl nodded her head fervently, throwing her arms up in the air.
"Yeah! You have them… special magic powers!"
There was no winning this argument. This continued on as the third child added more to the conversation, leading towards another verbal battle. I wanted to tell them to stop, before deciding that it wasn't worth it and that they wouldn't listen anyway. Stumbling to my feet, I walked away from the arguing children towards the center of the village. Sadly the children followed, the girl grabbing my hand and the second boy latching onto the hem of my shirt. The first boy was content to walk ahead of us, as if he were leading the way to wherever it was I was heading.
"Can you sing? Dance? Do you play music?"
"Have you battled any demons? Are you sure you're not a demon?"
"Are you really strong? You look ill…"
Normally I would find this adorable, but right now I was still stressed. I just wanted quiet. It didn't stop me from going along with them though, answering their questions cheerfully and smiling down at them. "I, uh, don't sing very well; no. I like to, my voice just isn't good. Can't dance, uh… I play several instruments. Flute, mostly. Um, plenty demons… y-yeah. I'm human. Haha. I'm not strong. I'm… pretty weak, actually. I feel a little dizzy right now…"
The world spun in front of me and I stumbled, the children's hands slipping out of my grasp. There were dark spots and a throbbing in my skull. I was both burning and cold, like a fire was spreading through my veins before being washed over with icy water. A fever. I should have expected to catch sick sometime, what with being in a foreign country-nonetheless time- but seriously? Now?
What am… I doing right now? How long have I been lying down?
I needed to move.
Fingers twitching I gasped, sitting up as my eyes opened- only to blink when I saw that I wasn't in the village streets anymore. I was back in the hut with a blanket over my legs and a cold wet rag falling off my forehead. "Eek! Don't scare me like that!" Shippō shouted, jumping back with his hands high in the air. "A-Are you feeling any better?'
"What?" How did I get here? When? Just now? Did I pass out? "Wh-Where's… Kagome?"
"She's off with Miroku and Sango, explaining the situation to them." He said, picking up the wet rag and soaking it in a bucket full of water. Straining it with his hands, he walked back over and patted my arm. "Lie back down! You're not well. Kagome and Grandma Kaede already administered medicine, so you'll be better in a few days! For now you need to sleep."
But if I sleep… I might not wake up. No wonder my lungs were acting up even more recently.
I huffed and lied back down, feeling utterly useless. What a pain. "You were lucky Inuyasha was keeping watch over the village today! If it weren't for him hearing the children trying to wake you up, you might still be burning out in the sun!" The fox demon placed the rag back on my forehead. "Get well soon, okay?"
"I'll try."
The beaded door pushed open just as I closed my eyes, and an unfamiliar female voice called out, "Is that the girl? She looks so young… is she truly older than me?"
"Yup! Hi, Sango!"
"Hello, Shippō. My goodness…" Footsteps and the sound of the wood creaking, the new arrival sitting down next to me. "She's so pale. It wasn't a disease she caught, was it? Foreigners immune systems aren't as adjusted to this land as ours…"
"I don't think that's the case." Shippō said, "Otherwise she might be dead already. Irene's already pretty sickly without this bringing her down."
Did they have to talk about me like I wasn't here? I'm awake.
"Really? I wonder what Naraku wants with her…"
My eyes opened, but I couldn't see anything. The world was so blurry. I squinted and turned to look in the direction of the stranger, making out a giant pink blob. "Wh-Who…?" Ah, my voice is raspy. That's not a good sign. My heart raced in my chest, struggling to pump oxygen in-and-out of my lungs. Taking in air felt like I was trying to breathe syrup, and like a large animal sitting on my chest.
The dizziness was intense and I had to close my eyes, eyebrows knitting together as I felt a cold sweat drip from my face down my neck. My clothes felt so sticky. I must have fallen asleep again, because the voices stopped for a while. I was barely aware of someone gingerly patting the sweat off my face with a cold rag, the icy coolness of it feeling like such a relief to my fiery skin.
"She's not getting any better…" Ah. Kagome. I know that voice. That's a nice voice. "It's not like I can just bring vaccines through the well…"
"Can't you bring anymore medicine? What are vaccines?" Small, childish, concerned. Shippō.
"I gave her several pills already. She's just… not recovering. I think it's getting worse. Her face swelled up."
Can't breathe. Lungs… burn. Air. Need air. Head hurts.
Someone was muttering in the background. Kaede was praying. There was a male voice speaking alongside her, unrecognizable. I had no idea who it was. My fingers twitched and I shifted, wheezing painfully. Scared. I don't feel good. My stomach was churning; I felt like I was going to throw up.
Acting on pure instinct my hand flew up into the air, curled into a fist. There was a shout from Kagome and a startled squeak from Shippō, and the two watched as I rammed my fist hard against my chest. I coughed, wet and rough, and with a shove of my left hand I pushed myself up into a sitting position. More hacking and wheezing, clearing my throat and spitting onto what appeared to be a bloody towel on the ground, I fell back down and passed right out.
This happened again, later, and I could breathe mostly normal again. I woke to find my back pressed against a wall, a young woman holding the nebulizer mouthpiece in my mouth to keep my lungs in check. My eyelashes fluttered and I blinked, gazing tiredly at the stranger. The woman let out a small gasp, her chocolate brown eyes widening.
"Ah! You're awake! Can you hear me? Do you know what I'm saying?"
She was so pretty. Elegant, yet strong. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulder, tied near the bottom with a ribbon. Her fringe was parted in the middle, giving her a very noble appearance. I didn't know her. I nodded slowly, dainty hand reaching up to grab the mouthpiece so I could hold it myself.
Her hands were very calloused. She wasn't a noble after all. Who, then? "That's a relief… my name is Sango. You're Irene, right? Kagome told me all about you and what happened. I'm very sorry about all this."
Why is she apologizing? How come she's even helping me? Her name… I've heard it before, but I don't know much about her. She was a mystery. "S-San...go?"
"Yes."
"...Pretty."
And with that my eyes closed and all went dark again. This time I finally had a dream, burrowed under several thick blankets and resting on a normal mattress. Not too soft, but firm enough that I could lay straight on my back and not sink into it. It was nice. The gigantic stuffed bear my brother gave me tickled my face, its fur quite fluffy. It was a pleasant dream, yet… sad somehow. I wasn't quite sure why.
It was only when I opened my eyes that I figured it out, finding myself back in Kaede's hut. Something big and yellow was wrapped around me, my fingers pressed against the fur. Nose twitching I blinked, lifting my face up and staring at the giant creature beside me. The cat demon's ear twitched and it raised its head, big red eyes staring at me curiously.
Instead of screaming I merely stared, meeting its gaze unfaltering, when it blinked and laid back down. Arms shaking as I pushed myself up, I sat on my knees and looked around. Everything seemed normal, save for the big cat demon that was cuddling with me. How did it get in here? It seemed docile, lest it would have eaten me by now. Why would Inuyasha have let it in?
Wait… my clothes. They're gone! Where's my-? I wasn't wearing this robe before!
How did I even get in here?
I remember talking with… someone. Kids? Or was it a woman?
My head hurt thinking about it. I tore the blanket off and dragged myself over to the blue backpack in the corner, rummaging through it and greedily using my inhalers. I then curled up with the nebulizer, using it faster than normal due to my heavy breathing. I was surprised no one showed up during that time; normally Kagome fretted about my health. Did she go home? I wonder how long I've been asleep…
Reaching out a hand I turned off the machine, packing everything up slowly. My body felt so sluggish, like it hadn't been used in a long time. Picking out some clothes to wear I grabbed a two-toned green turtleneck and some high-waisted pale blue jeans, and some bathing supplies. I stumbled to my feet and wobbled over to the hanging door, palm pressed against the wall for balance, and was close to falling over when something warm and furry pressed against my side.
The cat demon stared up at me with big red eyes, no ill-intent in its eyes. Why was it helping me? Was it truly a benevolent demon? After everything I witnessed I found it hard to believe, but… it was a welcome change. I hesitantly wrapped my arm around it, leaning my weight against it, and together we went outside.
I hissed at the light and turned away, squinting my eyes at the bright sun. Oof. I forgot how painful daytime was. "Where…? Uh, the lake… bath. Um." Words. I looked at the cat demon, wondering if it- er, she would follow my directions. Yeah. Definitely a girl cat. "You know… where the lake is?"
She blinked. I was about to take that as a no, but then suddenly the ground beneath me disappeared and I yelped, nearly dropping my clothes as I was thrown onto the cat demon's back. For a second I thought my weight was going to hurt her, but she seemed completely unperturbed. In fact, beneath all the fur I could feel the pure muscle that was her body. She was a very strong cat demon.
"O-Okay, that… that works too. Thank you?"
Several villagers glanced this way before continuing their work. I guess they were used to weird things happening in this place by now. Kaede certainly was. Re-situating myself I slung a leg over to the other side, very similar to how one would sit on a horse, and I set my clothes on my lap. The cat demon began to move and I quickly grabbed onto her, not desiring to fall over.
"I'm hungry…"
The village is so quiet today- where are all the women? Normally they were helping the men out with the farming and weaving, but now… they all just seemed to have disappeared. The only girls I saw were children.
"So, uh… do you have a name, kitty? Can I just call you Kitty? Oh, I know! I'll call you Nala."
Nala let out a weird sound, which was like a mixture of a roar and a meow. Seeing as I didn't know her name she seemed content to answer to that.
"You okay with that?"
The demon nodded. Wow. She's a very intelligent cat demon. I mean, most cats were… but I didn't know what to expect from a cat demon. I wonder if Shippō is nearby? I hope he's doing okay. He gets scared very easily. Where's Inuyasha? Maybe he's gone to get Kagome if she's at home or maybe he's killing any demons rummaging about in the nearby forest. I hope nothing bad happened.
Leaning down until I was practicing lying on the cat, I pressed my face into the fur of her neck. It was strange, but… I felt lonely. I've always had someone with me during my stay here. The last time I was by myself was Kasasagi Town and that… didn't go very well. I shivered at the thought and curled closer to the furry creature carrying me. "Nala was a proud lioness, you know? A big cat. She ended up marrying the king of the pride. She also helped Sora, Donald, and Goofy when the hyenas threatened to eat them."
I didn't know what to do.
"I like Nala. She was nice."
Reaching the lake took only a few more minutes. There the cat demon let me slide off her back and she sat down, closing her eyes and taking a nap. Discarding the robe I stepped into the icy water, letting out a several words of complaint about the temperature, and sunk inside completely. It was so cold. I hated it. Still, I was sticky with sweat and smelled disgusting.
A bath was necessary.
I remained close to the shallow end and got to work, washing the sweat off to make myself feel like a real human being again. My hair was going to need a cut soon; it was getting long. I sighed, sinking comfortably closer as I leaned against some rocks. I felt tired. Sleepy. My arms and legs felt like noodles.
I had to force myself to get out of the lake, lest I fall asleep in it. Real clothes felt amazing. I sat down next to the cat demon and carefully rested my hand against her side, petting her gently. She rolled over, giving me access to her belly, and my eyes widened. A grin spread across my lips and I proceeded to use both hands, rubbing her furry stomach. "Aww, who's a good girl? You are! You're my favorite cat demon, yes! Awww~ thank you for helping me. So sweet!"
"K-Kirara?" The cat's ear twitched and rolled back over, causing me to retract my hands with a small yelp. Suddenly the creature erupted into flame and I screeched, jumping back in horror. "Look out-!"
There were rapid footsteps as the world flew past me. The rocks slid out from beneath my feet and I was vividly aware of how I was about to crash into the lake in my dry clothes. I panicked, swinging my arms around to fall face-first, not at all able to stop my fall, when a hand latched onto my wrist and yanked hard- pulling me back.
I crashed into a soft chest, a young woman wrapping her arms around me. "Are you okay!?" I breathed heavily, shaken from the event, and clung tightly to her kimono. "When I got to the hut you and Kirara were gone, so I searched all over for you! You had me worried."
What? I raised my head up, eyes growing wide. "I… I know you?"
She blinked. Loosening her grip she stepped back, putting some distance between us as we moved away from the lake. "You remember?"
"I…" My eyebrows knit together, confusion flitting onto my face. "I'm not sure. I… I think I remember talking to you? Don't know what it was about though."
The young woman raised a hand up to her chin, observing me closely. "You… You woke up for a few moments. I told you my name, though I suppose you don't remember that either. I'm Sango; I traveled with Inuyasha and the others. My friend and I arrived shortly after you fell ill, and several days have passed since then. Kagome told me all about you."
"Oh…" I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I looked down, biting my bottom lip. "S-Sorry… um. What exactly did Kagome say about me?"
"That you were brought from a future further ahead from her own, summoned by Naraku and a demon named Anastasia. Your sister… she's missing, isn't she?"
I didn't answer right away. Sango lowered her head and closed her eyes.
"Kagome told me you think Naraku has her, maybe even done something to her. That strange demon you faced back in Kasasagi Town- it had your sister's voice, didn't it?"
"...Yeah. It did."
Wait. The cat demon. What happened to it? I looked around fervently, trying to find the big cat- fearful of her fate. She had just combusted into flames for no reason! There was no way she could have survived it. Sango blinked, seeing my behavior and finding it strange. "Did you lose something?"
"Y-yeah, the- There was the cat demon! She just-"
I had held my arms arms out when I made to gesture what I was trying to say. As soon as I did so a small mewl could be heard and there was a flash of yellow, and a small creature leaping at me. I yelped and wrapped my arms instinctively to catch it, realizing quickly it was a kitten. The small cat nuzzled her face against my chin, body curled against my chest.
"Oh my gods."
I stared with big eyes at the little kitten, realization dawning on me that this was the big cat from before. They were identical. She was just… smaller now. Much smaller. Sango brought a hand up to her mouth, hiding her smile. "Kirara likes you. I'm surprised."
"Kirara?" I asked, finding the foreign name rather lovely as it rolled off my tongue. "I-Is she yours? Are you guys friends?"
Sango stepped forward, reaching over with her hand and scratching lightly behind the kitten's ears. Kirara let out a happy meow. "Yes. She's been my partner for many years now. Miroku and I arrived to the village shortly after you fell ill, so I had Kirara keep you company to help combat your fever. Her fur is quite warm. But… I have to admit; I never expected for her to take such a liking to you. Kagome wasn't exaggerating."
Cradling Kirara with one arm, my fingers running gingerly against her head and back, I looked at Sango and asked curiously, "Exaggerating about what?"
"Your kindness."
Oh. "I'm… really not that nice."
"I don't know about that." Her thumb ran lightly under Kirara's chin, the small smile never leaving her face. Yet, for some reason, the sadness in her eyes from earlier remained. What was she thinking about when we were talking about Naraku and my sister? "Kirara has a sense about these things. Animals and demons both, I believe. They can tell the intentions of others so easily… almost as if they can see the darkness in their heart. She's never lead me astray once, so… I'm going to believe that that is the case here."
Sango carefully pried Kirara away from me so she could hold her herself, her brown eyes serious yet kind as she stared at me. Her gaze bore into my own, almost rooting me into the spot.
"You've kept my friends safe while I was away. If not for you the others might not have survived Kagura."
I tensed upon hearing those words, not finding them comforting or encouraging at all. The tension in the air turned into a weight against my chest and shoulders, the pressure of guilt and responsibility weighting me down even more than before. If Inuyasha had died back then… this person would have been grieving. It would have been my fault.
"If… not for me…" My words came out slowly, the ache in my heart near unbearable. "If not for me th-they wouldn't have gotten hurt in the first place. I… I dragged them there to… the village. Kagura was after me."
"Kagura is after all of us." Sango corrected, voice stern. A lump formed in my throat and I choked, looking up at her with teary eyes. "Naraku wants us all of us dead. With or without you that would not have changed. But you're here and that makes all the difference. He wants you for something, Irene, and we're going to find out what. Alright? You're one of us now."
Why? How come she's saying all these things? "You don't… even know me…"
"I don't have to." She said. Sango held up Kirara, the cat blinking and staring at me with big red eyes. "Kirara and the others already approve. Besides, I think I figured out enough about you from this one conversation to make a good judgment. Now come on- we should get back to the others. I'm sure they're all waiting to see you up and well."
She turned around and started to walk away, pausing long enough for me to get my feet moving and catch up. Before I even knew what I was doing I had latched onto the sleeve of her kimono like a small child, head held low as I followed. Sango appeared surprised by this, but she didn't push me away. I mentally questioned why she allowed me to do this, but was grateful.
I needed the support right now.
…
Arriving at the village didn't take too long, but the second Sango saw the strange quietness of the village the woman took off. Kirara and I went back to Kaede's hut on our own, and it was there we were greeted by Kagome, Shippō, and Inuyasha. Kagome was pacing back and forth, hands laced together against her chest, worry written all over her face. She appeared to be panicking.
As soon as I entered the hut her head snapped over to look at me, her brown eyes widening. Next thing I knew a pair of arms were wrapped around my shoulders, Kagome hugging me tightly. "You had us so scared, you jerk! How could you just disappear like that!?"
"I-I'm sorry." I stammered, awkwardly hugging her back. I didn't know what to do. "Um, I-I needed a bath, so… Kirara and I went to the lake."
"Kirara?" Kagome sniffed and pulled away, confused. "How do you know her name?"
Ah, yes. Explanation time. "So I was originally calling her Nala cause of Lion King, since she's a majestic and beautiful kitty, but then Sango showed up." The cat let out a happy mew, showing herself as she walked inside the hut. She was in her larger form. I reached over and pet her head, smiling. "Now I know she's Kirara."
"You met Sango?" Shippō asked, bounding up. He jumped up and I caught him, holding him close to me. His eyes were red and puffy- like he had been crying. "She was helping you the other day while Kagome went home… but I didn't think you'd meet like that! Have you seen Miroku?"
"Uh…" Sango said something about him when she stormed off earlier. "I think Sango said she was going to look for him…?"
"Makes sense." Inuyasha commented, sitting on the ground with his back turned to us. He glanced at me from over his shoulder. "All the women here were being hit on by him last I saw. S'why the village seems so empty."
"Oh… Ohhh." It took a second for the words to register. I made a face. "Ew. So he really is a creepy monk."
Kagome laughed a little. "I mean, that's one way to put it… but he is a valuable ally. He's a good friend, despite his behavior."
I nodded, still not believing it. I was going to have to avoid this Miroku no matter what. "Right, okay… so um. Question?" They waited for me to continue. Taking a deep breath, dread pooling in my stomach, I asked, "How long have I been asleep? Sango said I fell ill, so…"
"Almost a whole week!" Kagome said, frowning deeply as she curled a hand close to her chest. "I suppose all the stress caught up with you and… well, your body couldn't adjust properly to the new environment. It is a foreign land after all. You've never been to Japan before, so you don't have an immunity to the diseases. Kaede and I did everything we could to help fight the fever and infection!"
"Infection?" She nodded. I was dumbfounded. "What infection?"
"You… know how in Kasasagi Town you got badly hurt? There ended up being something wrong with your throat. Did you cough up a whole lot of blood before? When… those villagers hurt you?"
Oh. I flinched at the memory. "Uh, y-yeah… kinda. It's… It's a bit of blur, but… there was that. Sorry."
Kagome shook her head. "It wasn't your fault. Naraku caused this. Still, it really worried us. From now on we won't split up- okay? Not unless we know for sure it's safe."
I don't understand. Wasn't I healed in the jail cell? I know it wasn't a complete restore, but the Shikigami got rid of all my major wounds.
That's why.
They didn't consider it as a severe injury. Like my back before- the dog only healed my shoulder. When I used the fish Shikigami during the battle with Kagura I wasn't even thinking about my throat; I was so focused on Inuyasha, Kagome, and Shippō. It all made sense now.
I just have to be specific…
At least, I think I need to be. I'll have to try it next time. I nodded at Kagome's words. Suddenly the door behind us opened and I stumbled forward, whirling around and standing next to the middle schooler. Walking into the hut was Sango, who was pulling someone in by the ear. A young man walked beside her, pain etched on his face, his messy black hair pulled back and blue eyes begging forgiveness.
"Ow, ow, ow! Sango, please! I said sorry! Why are you so mad at me!?"
"Hmph! I don't have to explain myself to you!"
"Oh!" Kagome said, surprised. The two stopped bickering and looked up, seeing everyone gathered. Inuyasha stood up. "Miroku, Sango, you're back!"
So that's Miroku? He's a lot… prettier than what I was expecting. Once Sango removed her hand from his ear I could make golden earrings, and on his right hand were pale blue prayer beads. Underneath that was a dark colored armguard. His kimono itself was black, bearing longer sleeves than most, and wrapped around his body was a purple traditional buddhist monk cloth.
"Oh my." The man called Miroku said, eyes growing wide when he looked at me. He leaned forward, a smile spreading across his face joyfully, the stranger stepping closer. I stiffened and resisted the urge to back away, trying to stand my ground. I hadn't dealt with any creeps since graduation, but this person looked as though he were my age. Was he truly such a creep? "Irene, was it? You were so pale and ghastly before, but… now I see it! I never would have imagined you to be such a beauty! Your brown eyes are especially stunning!"
"Uh… thanks?"
"Irene doesn't look like much," Shippō said, hiding behind my head as he gave Miroku a disapproving stare, "but she's actually really powerful! She knows how to communicate with the spirits of the Shikigami, allowing her to heal everyone and even fight against demons!"
"Really?" Miroku looked even more pleased upon hearing this. Setting his staff aside to rest against the wall, he suddenly grabbed my hands in his. My shoulders tensed up and it took everything I had not to yank them away. "Irene, I must insist! Please, will you do me the honor of being the mother of my children? With our combined spiritual powers our kids would surely be-!"
No longer holding back I yanked my hands away, a blank expression crossing my face. "No thanks."
"Don't be shy~." He said, stepping forward with a stupid grin on his face. The man outstretched a hand, trying to grab my shoulder. "We can talk things out, I'm sure! You and I together- we would be unstoppable! Just think about it, would you?"
"There's nothing to think about!" Sango snapped, reaching over and smacking him hard in the back of the head. "She just woke up! Behave yourself, you perverted monk!"
Miroku laughed, rubbing the bump on his head nonchalantly. "Aww, you know I'm only joking, Sango! The only woman for me is you!"
Her face flared red, but her eyes were still raging. "Wh-What is that supposed to mean!? Don't go giving her the wrong idea! You're lucky I don't-!"
I backed far away from the two, hiding behind Kagome. Shippō sighed, "Don't take him seriously. He says that to all the girls."
"I'm not surprised." I hated him already. If he so much as tried to come near me again I would smack him. "Jerk."
"Anyway!" Sango exclaimed loudly, a foot on Miroku's back as he lied on the ground. His face held a red handprint, the monk's skull holding several bumps, but he seemed unperturbed by it. In fact, he almost seemed to be enjoying it. "We still need to tell Irene what we found out! She is coming with us to the castle, isn't she?"
"Huh?" I blinked, looking around at everyone. "What? Wait, what castle? What's going on?"
Miroku pulled himself out from Sango's foot and stood, brushing off his robe to free it of any dirt. "We discovered some strange things on our journey- certain details that might lead us to Naraku. At the nearby castle town cows have been disappearing. Guards that were posted there and the people who had visited the castle to pay their taxes went in and never left. Some have been gone for months."
"Not to mention all the demons that have been reported seen heading towards it." Sango added, crossing her arms. "This all spells bad news. It definitely has to be the work of Naraku."
"Wait…" I thought about this. The dread I felt turned into complete fear. "The people in the castle… they're not dead, are they?"
Sango shook her head. "That's what we'd like to find out."
"Oh gods. Okay." I brought the back of my head up to my mouth, blinking rapidly to fight against the tears. I wanted to throw up. "Right. So… wh-where is this castle? W-We're gonna save those people, right?"
"That's the plan." Sango said. Her gaze then softened, as if realizing something. "You… really aren't used to this life, are you?"
"Nope!" My voice cracked a little, even as I tried to sound cheerful. "B-But that's fine. You know? It's… It's how things are; no changing it. So, um, how we getting there? You said it was nearby?"
"Yes." Miroku nodded, giving an encouraging smile. "The fastest and safest way would be through Tsuzumi Village."
"Okie dokie!" I clapped my hands together, forcing myself to be upbeat. "So! We do that then! Great."
"You know…" Miroku began, stepping forward again. Kagome moved to block me from his view, but we were both so much shorter than he was. He gave a sly smile, "If you ever need someone to comfort you in these trying times I'd be more than willing to help. I know you must be very scared from all this."
"Miroku..." Sango warned.
"What!?" He held his hands up defensively. "I'm just trying to be nice! She's clearly shaken up by all this!"
"I'm fine." I said sharply, ducking down until I couldn't be seen. Kagome was a good shield against playboys; her glare and Sango's fierce tone was keeping him back. "Thanks, but no thanks. Appreciate it, but don't want it. I have a Shippō for cuddles. He gives very nice hugs."
Inuyasha straight up snorted at that, breaking out into barking laughter, and Shippō pointed triumphantly at Miroku from his spot on my shoulder and shouted, "Ha! That's what you get! I'm the favorite and you know why? Because I'm not a creepy pervert like you!"
"He's my small child." I patted the fox demon on the head. "I have adopted him. Like I am Maria's small child, Shippō is my small child."
Shippō stuck his tongue out at Miroku, who pouted and sighed.
"I lost to a kid…"
"What was there to lose?" Inuyasha sassed, grinning. The door opened and Kaede walked in, eyes widening in surprise when she saw all of us together. "Oh, the old hag's back."
"You're all here! Irene… what a pleasure. You've woken up." The old woman smiled and stepped forward. "The color has returned to your skin; I was starting to grow fearful you might not recover."
"N-No, I'm… I'm okay." I rubbed my neck sheepishly, feeling bad for causing so much concern. It felt weird having so many people worry about me. The only who really seemed to care was Maria, so having Kagome, Inuyasha, Shippō, and even Kaede and these two strangers acting all worried was strange. "I'm sorry about… everything, really. I-I didn't mean to freak you out."
All I seem to do is cause everyone trouble. Oh! Speaking of-!
"Inuyasha!"
The half-demon jumped, startled. "What?"
"Thank you!" Everyone looked confused- even him.
"Uh, for what?"
Seriously? I frowned and tried to explain. "Back in… the battle with Kagura! When she tried to attack me with those tornado things you… took the hit." I lowered my head, guilt crushing my heart in its harsh vice. All I could remember was the sight of him bleeding out, his guts on full display with his blood covering my bare hands. "Y-You almost died because of it, a-and… I couldn't do anything."
"Irene…" Kagome murmured.
"I was just so scared. A-And I'm still scared. But you saved me a-and I want to help you!" So many times now he's helped me. Inuyasha has always been protecting me. I was a sick, useless human being that could barely even get the spirits to work with her. But that's going to change. "I-I couldn't even control the Shikigami back then; they were just acting on their own! I was mad and… and hurt, and scared, and I didn't want you to die! You, Kagome, or Shippō. So… I promise! I'll get better at wielding Shikigami! That way you won't have to do that ever again, okay?"
The half-demon was stunned. No one in the room said anything for the longest time; the quiet was practically suffocating. Then he scoffed and turned his head, folding his hands into his kimono sleeves. "Do what you want. It's not like I care. I just didn't want Kagome to yell at me if you died. It gets so annoying."
"Stop lying." Kagome said, shaking her head at him. She reached up and pulled lightly on his dog ear, causing him to lean over so to avoid any pain. "You view Irene as a friend and you know it."
"I do not!"
Kaede chuckled at all of us. "Now, now, children. Need ye not prepare for your journey? You'll be heading out soon, will ye not? Why don't you rest for the day and take off at early light?"
"Sounds like a plan." Sango commented, smiling. She seemed pleased. "It'll give us time to get to know Irene better! We need to go shopping for supplies anyhow, right? Irene and I will go together."
"I need to go collect some more herbs," Kagome said, releasing Inuyasha and pressing an index finger to her chin in thought, "so I'll be heading into the forest. A walk sounds nice."
"Yeesh." Inuyasha sighed. "I guess I'll go with you."
"Are we teaming up?" Shippō questioned. He jumped off my shoulder, landing in Miroku's arm. "I'll go with Miroku then! That way I can make sure he stays out of any trouble!"
"You all have so little faith in me…"
"No," I said, stumbling over to the brunette beauty, "I'm pretty sure it's because they trust you that they have to keep an eye on you. They trust you to get into trouble."
"Sounds about right." Sango agreed. "This way now!"
She grabbed my wrist, pulling me out of the hut. I followed her and Kirara into the main village center, where all the shopping seemed to take place. The woman asked me how exactly I came to meet the others and I told her, informing her all of what took place. My explanation ended up being a bit all over the place, my story-telling being better on paper than spoken, but she seemed to understand.
I asked Sango how she fought, as I knew everyone else's talents, and she told me she was demon slayer. After we finished buying supplies, she showed me back to the hut where she took out her weapons and displayed them. I gaped at the big boomerang she was holding, hardly able to make sense of what I was seeing. "That's… girl, you are holding that with one hand!"
"Hm? Yes." Sango demonstrated, twirling it about above her head with ease and then tossing it out into the sky. "It's my hiraikotsu!"
I yelped as it came swinging back to us and ducked down, bringing my hands over my head, and I fell back onto my rear in shock when she caught it. Her feet barely even shifted with the weight of the recoil, and she slung the weapon easily over her shoulder behind her back.
"Woman." I began, eyebrows raised. "You are a beast. How!?"
"I've been training with it for years." She explained, smiling at my reaction. Sango appeared a little bashful by the praise. "Want to try it?"
"Uh… pretty sure I'd end up breaking myself."
"Oh, don't say that! Come on!" I shook my head and stood, making my way over. I reached out to grab it and, as soon as she let go, I nearly toppled under its weight. "Ack- Look out!"
Okay, I lied. I did topple under its weight. The giant boomerang weighed down on me and my legs gave out beneath the pressure, crushing me against the ground. Sango quickly reacted and pulled it off of me, apologizing. I told her it was fine. I then asked if she had any other weapons, to which she grinned and proceeded to show off her sword skills.
After finding out about the poison powder and the blades hiding under her sleeves, I came to the conclusion that Sango would make a brilliant assassin. She's so beautiful, too. No one would see it coming.
Not even me.
When I ran out breath and got dizzy, Sango only further demonstrated her strength by lifting me up. If I wasn't flustered before I definitely was now. After everyone returned to the hut for the night we all got comfortable, laying on hay or futons, and the next morning we all took stock of what supplies we had. As we were about to leave Kaede showed up, asking me to return the green kimono she gave me.
Confused, but understanding, I did as requested and in return she gave me one that matched hers completely. From the white tops to the red hakama, I would look more like a priestess than ever. "Seeing as ye have a bad habit of getting injured, I figured a change of clothes would be preferable. These ones still need to be properly mended. Kagome did a fine job, but a bit more tending would be best."
"O-Oh, um. Thank you."
She smiled. Then, as if reading my mind, she held her arms out for a hug. I didn't hesitate, wrapping my arms around her shoulders gingerly so as to not harm her. "Have a safe journey, my child. I wish ye good luck."
"You too… thank you so much, Kaede."
…
As we were leaving the village a couple children saw me and tackled my legs, crying out about how they were sorry. I was confused, until they explained that they thought they were the reason why I had passed out so long ago. I laughed and ruffled their hair, giving them quick hugs, explaining that I was just frailer than most people.
Kagome and Shippō were amused, yet happy I got along with the other villagers, and Sango and Miroku were surprised to see I was on such good terms with the kids. Inuyasha didn't really care one way or another.
The passage through the main forest took two whole days, leaving us at the beginnings of the next trail. Heading out of one forest we went right into the next, and through all of this we only fought a couple demons. Thank goodness. I sighed, shuddering at the thought of encountering any heavy interference. I hated battle.
As we made our way through we walked into a clearing with several statues, resembling some kind of deity or monk. We were getting close. "How much longer?" Shippō asked, frowning as he saw the sky get dark. "We've been travelling for a while now; Tsuzumi village has to be close, right?"
"Yes. Just a few more days." Miroku answered. He looked up and stared at the sky, frowning. "Kagome, what day is it?"
"It's…" She paused. Her eyes widened. "Tomorrow will be the first day of the new month! Inuyasha-"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Shove it." He trudged forward, marching on as he pushed past the girl. "It ain't gonna stop me. We got this far, didn't we? We can keep going."
I blinked, looking back-and-forth between them. "I'm so confused. Is Inuyasha's birthday coming? Ooh! Can I sing?" Excitement lit up in my eyes. "Happy early birthday!"
"It's not my birthday!" He snapped. "Just leave it alone. You'll find out what it is when it happens."
"O… Okay?" Rude. I frowned, slowing down and walking behind Kagome to get away from him. "So angry…"
I was starting to get used to his behavior, but it still hurt sometimes.
Shippō sighed from his spot on Miroku's shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Irene. He's a bit defensive around this time."
"I am not defensive!" Inuyasha snapped. He then paused, sniffing the air for a moment before squatting down. "What's that…? Hmm." The half-demon lowered his face to the ground, sniffing the dirt. My eyebrows knitted together and I made face, noting how he looked more like a dog than ever. "That's Kagura's scent!"
"What's Kagura doing way out here?" Sango questioned. "Shouldn't she be at the castle?"
"I think she is." Inuyasha responded. He crawled forward, walking on all fours. It was… rather ridiculous. "It's in the same direction of Tsuzumi village. That leads to the castle, right? That means you guys were spot on! Let's go!"
The half-demon took off.
"Inuyasha, wait!" Kagome called out, hopping onto her bike. "Irene, climb on!"
"Uh, okay!" Shippō hopped into the basket and I climbed onto the back of Kagome's bike, awkwardly wrapping my arms around her waist as she started pedaling. Sango climbed onto Kirara after she transformed into her larger form, Miroku following suit. "Whoa!"
The school girl gave no warning when she sped up.
Unfortunately, about three hours later, we were brought to an abrupt stop at the sight of more statues and a familiar old man. Inuyasha dug his heels into the ground and Kagome hit hard on the breaks, all three of us on it letting out a shriek. Inuyasha had help catch the bike, setting it on the ground with ease, showing off his immense strength. Kakuju gave a start from the loud noise, turning to face us, and Sango and Miroku lowered Kirara down to the ground.
"It's you!" The old man said as I fumbled to get off the bike. "I'm glad you came here. There was something I wanted to give you."
"H-Hold on!" I held an arm out for Kagome to use to help get off the bike, the girl shaken from the event. Shippō was totally dazed as he sat in the basket. "You okay?"
"Y-Yeah, I think so…"
"Um, do you guys know this old man?" Sango asked, not intending to be rude. "I think he's talking to you…"
"He's the one who awakened her Shikigami." Inuyasha explained. Miroku's eyes lit up in understanding, the monk removing himself from Kirara's back and stepping closer to view the older man. "Kakuju was the one who taught her how to use it."
"I see! You must be truly powerful!"
Kakuju turned in the direction of the voice, but didn't look directly at Miroku. "Yes… my, what a fortuitous coincidence this is. I was planning to give it to the priestess, but… this monk here should be able to help you make good use of what I have to give you, Irene."
"Me?" Miroku blinked. I stiffened, greatly uncomfortable with this new development.
"M-Miroku? You sure?"
"Yes." Kakuju walked forward, using his cane to help guide him, and stopped a few feet away from where Kagome, Shippō, and I were standing. He reached into his vest and pulled out a large pile of sutras, written and colored in red with a very familiar pentagram on them. "Take these and show him."
"Th-This is…" My eyes widened as I accepted the items. There was no doubt about it; this matched the burn on my leg completely. "I know this symbol."
"Yes; it's the symbol of the Shikigami."
Miroku walked over, knowing he was integral to this conversation. "May I have a look, Irene?"
"I-I guess so?" I held it out to him, very reluctantly allowing the monk to take it from me. "What are they?"
"These look like talismans." Miroku commented, not completely recognizing the design. "Will these work with my spiritual power?"
"Mm-hm. I added a little of my own magic to it, so it will give you both more power when you fight together."
"Thank you so much!" Miroku bowed his head in thanks. "I will use this gratefully."
Kakuju smiled. "You're more than welcome. I want nothing more than for that young girl to reunite with her family. I'm afraid I must go now, so until next time! Take care!" The old bowed his head and turned around, using his cane to help himself walk down the road. Shippō looked at me.
"He really seems to worry about you, huh?"
"I guess…"
Sango walked over, glancing over Miroku's shoulder to see the talismans. "That was nice of him. But why the interest? Is it just because of your Shikigami?"
I ruffled my hair, trying to figure out what Kakuju's aim was. "I've no idea! We met him in Akebi Village twice before. I don't know anything about him." It feels like he know something and he's refusing to tell us. That might be my paranoia speaking, but… something about him bothered me. "It's… weird. He kinda hinted that he was there when I first showed up in this place, too."
Miroku turned his head, frowning. "And yet he continues to help you? How strange. Still, I sense no ill will in this gift… so I can only assume Kakuju can be trusted. For now, anyway. What about you, Inuyasha, Kagome? What do you think?"
"I think he's sweet." Kagome answered, shrugging. "He's been really patient with Irene when teaching her how to use the Shikigami."
Inuyasha huffed. "I don't care one way or another. But it is thanks to him that Irene can actually be of use now."
"Sorry for being a sickly human." I muttered. Inuyasha's ear twitched at that, but he said nothing.
"Well, are we done here? Kagura's scent is trying to get away! Let's go, go, go!"
And so we returned to our earlier positions, travelling until nightfall. At this rate we would be able to get to Tsuzumi village in half the time, but the next day… didn't go to plan. At all. For some reason Inuyasha's nose wasn't working as well, so instead of being able to run and smell the air at the same time to catch scent he had to be on the ground at all times. His nose was practically pressed against the dirt.
"What's the matter, Inuyasha?" Shippō asked, frowning from his spot in the bike basket. "Isn't this the right direction?"
"Shut up! Stop yackin' and let me concentrate!"
Sango made a face, looking down at the half-demon and observing his strange antics. "Sniffing around on all fours won't get us any closer to the castle or Naraku, will it?"
The half-demon didn't respond, sniffing a couple more times before cursing. "Damn it all…"
"Is everything okay?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "You're not sick, are you?"
"I'm fine." He barked, "I just need a better angle."
Shippō sighed. "Maybe your nose just isn't working right now. Tonight is the first night, remember?"
"Yeah…" Kagome looked concerned. "The new moon."
Wait a minute. My eyes widened and I looked over at them, alarmed. "What's wrong with the new moon!? What does that have to do with Inuyasha?"
"The new moon…?" Sango inquired, realization slowly dawning on her face. Miroku frowned.
"That's right…" I looked over at them, waiting an explanation, and the monk continued to speak. "The night of the new moon is the one time where Inuyasha loses all his powers of a demon and becomes a mere mortal."
"...I'm sorry, what?"
"Do you have to go spillin' my secrets so easily!?" Inuyasha snapped, glaring at him from his spot on the ground. Miroku shook his head.
"You said yourself she'd find out eventually. I felt it best to inform her ahead of time, lest she stress herself out and become ill again."
Inuyasha scoffed. "Whatever." He proceeded to sniff the ground again. Kagome stopped walking and parked the bike, turning around to look at her half-demon companion. I was still trying to process what Miroku told me, wondering what he meant by mere mortal and if that meant Inuyasha would look less… otherworldly once nightfall hit. "Damn it!"
"Inuyasha, maybe we shouldn't do anything rash tonight." Kagome suggested, "Even if we get to Tsuzumi Village and are able to get to the castle, you can't fight without your powers! If Kagura is really at the village, then…"
"We made it this far!" He retorted, moving forward slowly and sniffing the dirt. "I ain't backing out now."
"Let's get real! We can't do anything hasty."
I clapped my hands together, brain starting to hurt from trying to piece together the new information. "What do you mean he becomes mortal? He's a half-demon, right!? How does that work?"
I never got my answer. The wind picked up speed and Miroku's voice caught everyone's attention, the monk whirling around and pointing out, "Look! There's a cyclone!"
"Tornado!?" Why was everyone acting so calm? It's heading right towards us.
"It's coming this way…" Sango noted, hand tightening its grip on her hiraikotsu. As the cyclone came closer Miroku pushed himself and Sango back, and I let out a small shriek and jumped behind Kagome. Inuyasha wasn't as fortunate and was completely run over by it, the tornado digging into his back and planting him hard into the ground. A gust of dirt kicked up and suddenly the strong wind disappeared, a young man taking its place as he stood close to the middle school girl in front of me. "Whoa!"
"Yo, Kagome…" The man purred in greeting. "It's great to see you again."
He had dark skin and long black hair, his blue eyes contrasting nicely with the rest of his features. His well-muscled legs were bare, save for the fur covering his hips and shins. Very old-fashioned armor covered his chest, and a sword was strapped to his waist. "Kōga!" Kagome exclaimed, surprised. "It's you!"
Sango and Miroku regained their bearings and approached Inuyasha, who was letting out a pained groan.
"Well," the young woman began, "that's what you get for sniffing around on the ground."
"Hey, mutt!" Kōga said, turning to look at the half-demon he ran over, "You followed the scent around here, too, did ya?"
Inuyasha huffed, shakily pushing himself up. He really was a lot weaker than before. "You mangy wolf…" He growled. Inuyasha finally managed to get himself onto his feet, reaching out to unsheathe his sword. "I'll kill you-!"
"Sit, boy!"
I flinched as Kagome said the word, Inuyasha planting his face hard into the ground. I think I heard something crack. Kōga grinned at the sight, looking quite pleased by Kagome's actions. Miroku stepped forward, "Kōga, did you come to find Naraku's castle as well?"
"Yeah…" The, very obvious, wolf demon nodded. "I don't know why, but I'm picking up strong whiffs of Naraku's foul stench. That never happened before."
"That's must mean-!" Sango began, eyes wide.
"The barrier around Naraku's castle has weakened." Miroku finished, frowning. Kagome snuck around Kōga, heading towards the half-demon. "We were heading in the right direction, after all."
"In any case," Kōga continued, "if I follow this scent I'll find his castle." The demon turned, closing his eyes with a warm smile as he- eh? What? His hands gently grabbed my own, holding them close to his chest. I froze, realizing very quickly he had no idea of his mistake. "Don't you worry, Kagome; I'll kill Naraku this time. I promise-huh?"
His eyes finally opened, the demon catching my scent and realizing my hands were smaller than expected, and he paused. Shippō made a face, commenting, "I know she's pretty, but I don't think Irene's your type. She can't see jewel shards."
"I-Irene? What?" Kōga shook his head, pulling away as though my skin was fire. I stepped back, but my heel hit the bike and I had to stop-cornered. Frick. "Hold on. Who the hell're you? I've never seen you travel with the mutt and his gang before!"
"Um… Sh-Shippō just told you my name?" I cowered slightly as he stepped forward, the demon's nose twitching he memorized my scent. This was weird. Uncomfortable. Please stop. "I-I, uh, was brought to Japan by Naraku so… trying to find him. Get some answers, you know?"
"What would Naraku want with a lousy human girl like you?"
"Hey!" Shippō jumped to my defense. "Irene's really powerful! She can heal and fight, and communicate with Shikigami Spirits!"
"Shiki-what? Ick. Like I care. But- hey, hold on." He sniffed the air again, leaning forward and practically pinning me to the bike. I was trapped. I turned my head, disturbed, running various scenarios through my head to figure out the best course of action. Should I kick him? Push him away? I hated confrontations. "Your scent is… familiar. Why is that?" Kōga narrowed his eyes, moving even closer. I was seriously tempted to raise my knee and hit him where it hurt. Did he never hear of personal space? "Do I know you from somewhere? Can't be though… I'd remember meeting a foreigner like you... oh! That reminds me; Kagome! I need your help with-"
"No, Inuyasha!" The wolf demon turned, tensing when he saw the way Kagome had her arms wrapped around the half-demon to hold him back. Inuyasha was about to tackle Kōga, the teen ready to fight him at any given moment. "Don't do it!"
"You can't stop me!" He snapped, struggling in her grip. It was startling to see how weak he was now. "I'm gonna settle this today, once and for all!"
Kōga stepped away, giving me some breathing room, and I promptly dashed to the other side of the bike and knelt down to hide from him. He freaked me out. "Hey, Shippō… what's happening? I thought he was friends with everyone… so why does Kōga hate Inuyasha so much?"
"Long story short, Kōga kidnapped Kagome once." He explained, sighing. The fox demon reached into Kagome's neon yellow backpack and pulled out a piece of candy, sticking it in his mouth and chewing. "He fell in love with her after and is determined to make her his, and since Kagome's so nice to him Inuyasha is mad. They view each other as love rivals. So now they fight each other constantly to try and win her over."
"Oh… that's stupid." I made a face. "What about her feelings? Did they not ask her what she wanted?"
Shippō shrugged. "Honestly, they're both morons."
I tuned back into the conversation happening in front of us, Kōga squatting down in front of the half-demon. The rage that was previously on his face was now gone, instead replaced by curiosity as he sniffed Inuyasha. Ah. So that was just his thing. Or maybe a demon thing? Inuyasha smell things and people a lot, too. Is it because they're canines?
"What's goin' on…?" Kōga asked, frowning, the wolf man genuinely confused. "Something's different about you… You don't smell like a mutt! Did you take a soak in the river or what?"
Inuyasha and Kagome blinked, alarmed. I shook my head incredulously, eyebrows raised, beginning to wonder if Inuyasha really was going to transform into a normal human. If even his scent is changing… gods, this place is so messed up.
"Hey!" Kōga suddenly snapped, standing up when he saw the way they two were clinging onto each other. "Don't get so close to my Kagome!"
As a result of this Inuyasha launched himself at the young girl, Kagome letting out a small yelp as his arms latched around her waist. The half-demon only clung tighter with a big grin on his face, watching as Kōga failed to pull him off. "What are you gonna do, you creep!?"
"Get-off-of-her!"
"Take it elsewhere!" Kagome shouted, trying to worm out of Inuyasha's hold. "I'm not a prize!"
Inuyasha shouted as Kōga grabbed onto his leg, nearly ripping it out of the socket.
Suddenly I could hear voices in the distance. It was hard to make out what they were saying, but squinting my eyes and standing I could see two young men- maybe my age or a little older- running at us. Accompanying them were several, very much real, wolves. Kōga blinked and turned, seeing them, and realization dawned on his face. "Oh, right. I don't have time for this."
He dropped Inuyasha, who had finally been removed from Kagome, and started to move away. Kōga waved at her.
"Later, Kagome!"
He flashed her a brilliant smile and then- in a gust of wind- disappeared in a cyclone. Inuyasha lifted his head up from his spot on the ground, scowling. "Are you running away again!?"
"Naraku's head is mine!" Kōga yelled, vanishing completely from sight.
"Please!" One the two men running past us cried. "Slow down! Kōga, wait for us!"
The man with the mohawk saw the black-haired middle schooler and waved as he passed by, "Oh, hello, Kagome!"
"Hi boys!" She greeted. The other man ran past, followed by the wolves.
"Can't stay and chat!"
Everyone else seemed so unperturbed by the wolves casually running by, chasing after Kōga. I, meanwhile, was pressed to the bike and hiding as best as I could from them in fear of being bitten by one. I did not have very good memories with dogs. But… these ones didn't seem very aggressive. Just… tired.
One in particular fell behind the rest. It slowed down into a walk and was about to pick up speed again when it saw me. It turned its head and walked over, and I stiffened as our eyes met. The wolf's nose twitched, let out a small noise, and then continued on with the rest of the pack. Hearing Miroku and Sango discuss whether we should follow and help Kōga, I shakily stood and cried out, "Can someone please explain to me what's going on!?"
"Huh?" Miroku blinked.
"What do you mean?" Sango turned, confused.
I hung my head, defeated. "Inuyasha can turn mortal? There's a dude named Kōga that's in love with Kagome? Who had kidnapped her before? ...Is Inuyasha literally just going to transform like some kind of magical boy or- what? I don't get it."
"I see." A familiar voice spoke then and we watched as Myoga the flea hopped off of Miroku's shoulder and onto Shippō's. "Irene; there is a lot that needs to be explained to you still. But Lord Inuyasha is only half-demon, with half-demon powers. Each child born to a demon and a human have a specific period of time where they lose those powers and the human blood in their veins take over, leaving them vulnerable to attack. Lord Inuyasha's period of vulnerability just so happens to be on the first of every month- where the moon is not visible."
"...Okay." My head hurt. "So… is the new moon the period for every half-demon? Or it just varies?"
"It varies."
"Right. But… how does the losing powers work? Will he still look like… you know." I raised my hands up to my head, trying to mimic the dog ears. Inuyasha scrunched his nose up at me, unimpressed by my antics. "Doggy?"
Sango had to suppress a snicker at that, while Miroku straight up smirked. Inuyasha shouted something indignantly, but I wasn't paying attention. Kagome reached up and pulled on his ear, saying something about how my description wasn't wrong. Myoga chuckled at my words. "You'll see soon enough, but no. Lord Inuyasha does not keep his current appearance. In fact, he looks even less like his father when he transforms."
I snapped my fingers, finally understanding. "Okay! So he literally turns human? No dog ears or anything?"
"Exactly."
I slumped my shoulders, letting out an exasperated sigh. "That's complicated. This world is weird. So, what? His hair will turn black or brown or something once night hits?"
"Precisely."
"And what about Kōga? Why'd he kidnap Kagome before?"
"Why don't we explain that while we search for a good place to make camp?" Miroku suggested. "The sun will be setting soon."
Chapter 9: Flames Burn Brightest in the Dark
Chapter Text
Oh my gods.
I stared at the boy sitting across from me, wondering if I was seeing things. I had heard the explanation before, but… this was insane. Inuyasha's dog ears really were gone and his fangs- they were normal canines now. The slits in his eyes had widened into proper pupils, the amber irises now a dark grey. His long silver hair was a black as the night, a pair of human ears poking out from the sides of his head.
If it weren't for the facial structure and the signature red kimono he was wearing I would have thought I was staring at a stranger. It was only after he yelled at me for looking at him too long that I stopped, retreating inside the small shrine were Shippō, Miroku, and Sango were hiding. I cast another quick glance at Inuyasha, finding it so weird that he completely changed appearance, and I ended up stumbling into a conversation.
"-should at least verify the exact location of the castle." Sango said. She turned to see me walk in, before returning her gaze to Miroku. Shippō frowned, looking up.
"We can't take Inuyasha in the state he's in."
"We won't be." She told him. "Miroku and I can go alone. It's faster and more efficient."
Miroku added, completely serious, "And if Inuyasha objects to us leaving him behind we'll have Kagome make him sit." He lowered his head, smiling a little. "Then we can simply knock him out."
Well then. I don't like this conversation.
"Not that method again." Shippō complained, shaking his head. "Irene, do you have any ideas on how to distract Inuyasha?"
"What?" I jumped, startled when the attention was suddenly turned to me. My hand froze over the door, my departure stopped by everyone's eyes on me. "Uh… n-not really? He got really mad at me a second ago, so I'd rather not… yeah. S-Sorry."
Sango gave a small smile, trying to be encouraging, while Miroku nodded his head.
"Kagome using sit it is!"
Wow. Rude. "Would his body even be able to… withstand it now? He's human."
"It never seemed to do too much damage before." Miroku explained before a sly smile crossed his face. "Irene… tell me; what are your opinions on Inuyasha and Kagome? And- please, sit down." He patted the ground beside him. "A lovely lady such as yourself shouldn't have to stand any longer than necessary. Join me."
I stared blank at him, stepped forward, and proceeded to sit down next to Sango. Then, without hesitation, I linked an arm with hers. The woman blinked, surprised by my behavior, but didn't push me away. She actually seemed quite pleased that I refused Miroku's advances. The monk pouted, upset that I didn't sit down next to him.
"Aww~ I was even going to let you sit on my lap! Are you sure you want to sit on the cold hard wood? My lap is much softer-"
"No thanks." I scooted closer to Sango, resting my head on her shoulder. "I get cuddles over here."
Kirara mewed in agreement, curled up in the woman's lap. Shippō laughed. "Talk about rejection! Sorry, Miroku."
Sango patted my hand with her own, not too entirely sure what to make of the situation yet accepting it nonetheless. "Your tricks aren't going to work on her, you pervert. Unlike the other women you flirt with, Irene has standards."
"Yup yup." If I closed my eyes and pretended that we were surrounded in silence, I could almost make myself believe that I was hugging Maria right now. That this wasn't Sango's arm I was holding. For some reason Sango held the touch of an older sister and it… hurt me. It brought back so many memories, but I couldn't get enough. I could pretend that- in this instant- I was back home sitting in the livingroom with Maria. "I don't deal with relationships. Too much drama. Inuyasha and Kagome are cute though… minus the arguing."
"Good girl." Sango patted my head. "Stay away from men. Especially those of the cloth."
The demon slayer sent Miroku a glare, the monk chuckling nervously.
"Yeah. Miroku's a creep." Shippō agreed.
"I feel as though I'm being personally attacked here." Miroku slumped, hanging his head. "Does no one trust me?"
I want to go home. But this… was nice. Cuddling with Sango was very stress relieving. I still wished it was my sister that was here, but I would see her soon. Once we get to the castle… I can save her. Free her from Naraku's grasp. For once I would be the protector. We'll defeat him and go home-together.
Unless, I had to remind myself, she wants to stay.
But I hoped she'd like to go home.
I was rudely jolted from my thoughts when the door slid open, Kagome tossing Inuyasha inside quite forcefully. She held the tetsusaiga in her hands, frowning at her. "The wolf demon tribe has come back again!"
"What!?" Sango's eyes widened. "We can't let them see Inuyasha!"
I was forced to stay inside with Shippō, Inuyasha, and Sango while Miroku followed Kagome outside. I shifted anxiously from foot-to-foot, Inuyasha and Shippō peering out of a hole in the wall to eavesdrop, Sango changing into her demon slayer gear behind us. "What are they saying? What's going on?"
"Kōga and Kagura are fighting each other," Inuyasha explained quietly, glaring at the demons outside, "and apparently Kagura is winning." He tightened his grip on his sword.
"Inuyasha," Shippō hissed, clinging to the half-human's shoulder, "you mustn't show yourself!"
"Hmph. You don't need to worry about that."
Frick. Frick, frick, frick. Is Kōga okay? If he's losing then…
Blood. So much blood. Why is there so much!?
Memories of Inuyasha sprawled out on the ground, bleeding from wounds caused by Kagura's winds, came to mind and I jolted- standing up straight and rubbing my arms fervently to get rid of the cold chills. The black-haired half-human turned his head, frowning at me. "What's wrong with you?"
"K-Kagura will…" Oh gods. I began to pace around the hut, mind going to all the worst case scenarios. "No, no, no, no!"
"Irene, what's wrong?" Sango asked, frowning as she tied together the last few pieces of her armor. I stopped moving, not looking at her as I trembled and shook and moved my hands around anxiously. "Hey-"
"H-He's bleeding. He's bleeding and bleeding and it won't stop a-and she's going to kill him, and-!" My arms wrapped around my stomach, recalling the way Inuyasha's guts nearly spilled out of him. "And... and... and he needs help!" My eyes snapped over to meet Sango's, filled with tears. "We need to help him! I-I can heal him! Let me heal him!"
"There's no way I'm going to help Kōga." Inuyasha barked, "But I'm not gonna let you go and get yourself killed."
"We're going to go check this out, okay?" Sango said, resting her hands on my shoulders to calm me down. "Stay behind me and keep low. Inuyasha-"
The half-human turned, narrowing his eyes. "Sango?" She leveled her gaze.
"Stay here with Kagome. You want to keep your mortal state a secret don't you?"
Inuyasha scoffed, standing up. "You've gotta be kidding!" Shippō yelped and jumped down onto the ground just as Inuyasha kicked the doors open, effectively breaking them. The two demons Kagome and Miroku were talking to stared for a moment before screaming, pointing at Inuyasha in horror. "Hrah!"
Several punches later, the two wolf demons were sporting several bumps and bruises, and- thanks to Inuyasha- they were no longer shouting. Sango held the hiraikotsu over her shoulder, aghast by his behavior. "What are you doing!?" I hid behind the demon slayer, still panicking and very mistrusting of the two strangers.
"Idiot." Shippō scowled.
"Listen, you two," Inuyasha threatened, "if you tell a soul about this I'll kill you both!"
"Got it," Mohawk choked, "we won't."
"Inuyasha!" Kagome scolded. Miroku closed his eyes, tilting his head.
"Well, he shut them up at least…" He opened his eyes, unimpressed by his friend's violent behavior. "Shall we go now?"
The set up was fairly easy. Miroku and the two wolf demons would run, Sango and I would ride on Kirara, and Inuyasha would ride on the back of Kagome's bike whilst she pedaled. Shippō, of course, sat in the basket as always. As we sailed over the forest in the direction Kōga was in I kept my arms wrapped tight around Sango, face buried in her back as I tried my darndest not to cry.
What if we were too late? Was Kōga already dead? How… are the wolf demons going to handle that? Kagome said their names were Hakkaku and Ginta, right? So… would they have to explain to the rest of the tribe that their leader was dead? Ohhh, no, no, no. Please. Be okay. I didn't particularly like him, but I didn't want Kōga to die.
He had so many people who cared about him. Who would be upset if he was gone.
If Kagura killed him…
I inhaled sharply, heart twisting painfully in my chest.
...I won't forgive her.
She and Naraku have already gone too far, harming my new friends. Not only did they bring me and my sister to this world, but they've put so many people through so much suffering. It's horrible. I wanted to think there was a glimmer of good inside of them, but I witnessed firsthand how truly bad they were.
What gave them the right? What made them so desperate to hurt others?
Suddenly I heard it; that conniving, familiar laughter. Before I even knew what was happening Sango was already swinging her hiraikotsu in the air, aiming for Kagura's head. The female demon whirled around, raising her fan up in the air. I watched with big eyes, waiting for it to make contact with her, but then out of nowhere a bunch of skeletons that were on the ground rose up and intercepted the hiraikotsu- taking the hit instead and being torn to pieces.
"Your life has been spared." She told Kōga, plucking a feather out of her hair. All the wounded wolf demon could do was glare as she flew away, and Sango carefully had Kirara lower us closer to the ground. The woman caught the hiraikotsu as it swung back at her, cursing when she saw that Kagura got away.
I wasted no time in sliding off of Kirara's back, both Sango and the cat being rather alarmed when I did so, and I stumbled towards Kōga in as fast a dash as I could go. I arrived just as Hakkaku and Ginta exclaimed something about how Kōga had lost both his sacred jewel shards, falling to my knees and breathing heavily as oxygen intake became limited. Shikigami, please! Please, please, please! There was so much blood. How had he even survived?
"Irene!" Kagome shouted, running over as blue flames danced around my hands. "Don't overdo it! You just recovered from your illness!"
"Leave him alone, you two!" Inuyasha ordered, chasing after. "That wolf is gonna die anyway!"
Kagome wrapped her arms around me, stopping me before I could reach Koga. I tried to pull away, lungs wheezing in response to all the movement, but the girl was determined. "I know you're worried, but so are we! You can't keep hurting yourself like this!"
"I'm f-fine! S'fine!"
"The hell's goin' on!?" Kōga demanded, watching the scene take place. His eyes widened when a blue koi fish appeared out of flames, shooting out of a pentagram on the ground. "Fuck! Kagome, look out-!"
He reached out, forcing himself to stand despite his injuries, and moved to slash the creature thinking it was harmful. Instead, to his shock, the fish swam towards him and avoided his claws, the trail of blue flames licking his face and spreading across his body. Kōga blinked, lowering his hand upon noticing something.
"It doesn't… burn?"
Kagome let out a heavy sigh, resting her chin on my shoulder, and I watched in relief as his more deadly wounds healed. His right arm, which looked ready to fall off at any given moment, pulled itself back together and mended. The big gashes on both his legs healed, flesh stitching itself back together, regenerating. Kōga turned and saw the flames around my hands, and watched as the fish dove back into the pentagram that was at my feet.
"You did this?" He asked, stunned. "Are you some kinda priestess or somethin'?"
"Kōga!" Kagome said, raising her head, "How are you feeling?'
The wolf demon stumbled over, collapsing to his knees and sitting down in front of us. "I'm… better, thanks to whatever that was. Tired, but I can still fight. What did you say your name was? Irene?" Unable to speak at the moment, too busy trying to breathe, I nodded. He grinned. "Thanks. Any friend of Kagome's is a friend of mine. In the meantime…" Kōga turned, glaring at Inuyasha, "hey, muttface! What did you say about me earlier!? You wanna die tonight-!"
Kōga cut himself off, staring and taking in the half-human's appearance.
"Inu… yasha?"
"You're pathetic, Kōga." Inuyasha insulted, grey eyes glaring vegemently at the wolf. "Gettin' all cut up like that by Kagura."
"Look who's talking." Kōga retorted. "You're nothin' but a weak mortal! I heard that…"
Kōga stumbled to his feet. The worst of his wounds were gone, but his body was still exhausted.
"I heard that half-demons fear for their lives. I also heard that when they're in the mortal state, they never appear before an enemy. You're pretty gutsy, you know, daring to come around me when looking like that…"
Kagome grabbed my shoulders, supporting me before I could fall over. "Easy." She told me.
"You're right." Inuyasha continued, hand reaching out to grab the handle of his blade, "So now that you know my secret…" His thumb poked his sword out of its sheathe and Kōga jumped back, raising a fist up in the air.
"You wanna fight!?"
Inuyasha's sword didn't transform. It was the first time I've seen it in its broken down katana form. "It's time to finish you off- here and now!"
The wolf demon moved forward, ready to battle, only to stumble and fall to a knee. His eyes didn't want to stay open. Kagome's eyes widened and she moved, pulling away from me to check on him. "Kōga! Please, be careful! Irene's Shikigami healed your wounds, but your body hasn't recovered yet!"
"Shiki… what?" He asked, looking at her. I fumbled for my rescue inhaler, snatching it out of my pocket and using it. "Eh, doesn't matter. I can still take that mutt on in a fight… besides, your touch has taken away nearly all the pain, Kagome." The nearby wolves howled and panted, nuzzling Kōga worriedly. Inuyasha scowled.
"Leave that half-dead wolf alone!"
Kōga glared at him. "What!?"
"If it doesn't hurt anymore then run on home!" Inuyasha taunted. "You puny little wolf."
Kōga stood, but Hakkaku tried to stop him. The wolf demon leader snapped, "Who are you to talk, standing there all weak and mortal! You're in no place to criticize the shape I'm in!"
"Ha! I'm not like this by choice, idiot!"
"You wanna fight!?"
"You bet; if you're up to it!"
Oh my gods. They're children. The two are literally children. What is this- third grade?
Kagome sighed, looking at them tiredly. "Hello? Don't you think we should take back the jewel shards?"
…
And so the chase began. Sango rode with Kagome, Shippō in the basket, while Koga and I sat on Kirara's back. Inuyasha, Hakkaku, Ginta, and Miroku ran alongside the wolves. Inuyasha glared up at Kōga, who rolled his eyes at him. "Why do you have to come along!?" The half-human demanded. I made a face, wondering why I had to be stuck in the middle of all their arguing. It was like I was back in school, caught between all the stupid bullies and their irritating conversations. Gods, I hated the seating charts.
"Shut up! Those jewel shards belong to me anyway, and I ain't gonna let you have them!"
Miroku ran faster, catching up with Kagome and Sango on the bike. "So Kagura hasn't returned to the castle yet!? We're heading in the opposite direction of it!"
"It doesn't look like it." Kagome said, pedaling faster. "I feel like the jewel shards are moving farther and farther away from it! Inuyasha caught her scent before in the direction of Tsuzumi Village, which leads to the castle, but now…! It's almost as if she's trying to run away from it!"
"That…" My brain tried to process that. "That doesn't make sense. Doesn't she work for Naraku?"
"Is Kagura stealing the shards on her own?" Inuyasha questioned, frowning as he caught up with Miroku.
"It's possible." The monk said. "Don't you think this whole thing is strange, Inuyasha? Even the barrier is gone! Why do you think you and Kōga were able to pick up the scent of the castle? The barrier has weakened! That means Naraku's own powers are weak!"
"Right!" Kagome exclaimed. "Maybe Naraku is a half-demon as well!?"
"Wait, what?" My eyes went wide. I looked down at them, startled. "I thought you guys said he was a full-fledged demon!"
Sango shook her head. "That’s what we thought so far. But Naraku was born of a human named Onigumo, who gathered the powers of countless demons! If Onigumo is still a part of Naraku…"
"Then he's a half-demon, just like Inuyasha!" Shippō finished.
I made a face, exasperated. "Why is this so freaking complicated? Next thing I know you guys are gonna say he isn't a spider at all!"
"No, he is." Kagome told me. "But if Inuyasha's loses his powers on the night of the new moon, maybe Naraku has a period of time where he loses his!"
"Which means Naraku has a weakness, too!" Inuyasha declared, even more determined than before. "We can kill him!"
Well, that's encouraging. I thought deeply for a moment before forcing myself to speak up. "W-We can't kill him right away, remember? We have to make sure he tells us where my sister is!"
"Sister?" Kōga asked, looking at me strangely. "What sister?"
I looked back at him, frowning. "The one I came here with. I mean, I'm pretty sure he has her anyway. There's this weird demon with them named Anastasia, and she has her voice! So I think they kidnapped her when we arrived here in Japan and stole it from her."
The wolf demon stared at me for a very long moment, narrowing his eyes. He leaned forward, causing me to be very uncomfortable as sniffed me again. "Hey… Irene, was it? What's your sister's name?"
I tilted my head, wondering what that expression was for. It was as if he was trying to figure something out, pieces of a puzzle clicking together in his mind. "Uh… it's, um, Mari-"
Kōga sat up straight, not hearing me as something caught his attention. "Kagura's here."
Without warning he leapt off of Kirara, dashing up to speak to Kagome. "Thanks for everything, Kagome! I'm going on ahead!"
"Kōga!" She cried. "Wait! Is your leg well enough to run like that!?"
"That damned wolf!" Inuyasha growled. Kōga looked back at us from his spot up ahead.
"My wounds are fine now! Unlike that twerp Inuyasha I'm a real demon!"
Oh, man, the half-human was furious. "What!?"
"See ya!" Kōga shouted, disappearing from view as he ran faster. Inuyasha raised a hand up in the air, leaping up onto Kirara and nearly pushing me off as he climbed in front of me. I yelped, clinging onto the cat demon's fur to stay aboard her back. He pet Kirara's neck, urging her to go faster. The cat demon picked up speed.
"Who the hell are you callin' a twerp!?"
"Sango!" Miroku began, causing the woman to look at him. "Kōga doesn't have his sacred jewel shards anymore; he won't stand a chance!" She nodded.
"We'll follow him! Kirara, let Inuyasha down!"
The cat demon responded in kind by tilting her body to the side. I screamed and grabbed tight onto her fur, clinging for dear life as my legs dangled in the air. Inuyasha wasn't as lucky. He didn't get a grip in time and fell hard onto the ground, face smacking into the dirt. Sango carefully stood up on the bike and waited until Kirara moved closer, the cat straightening herself out, and the woman jumped up- landing on the demon's back. I crawled back up into place, latching onto Sango's waist in fear of falling down.
"Inuyasha, I want you to stay out of sight a little longer! Irene and I will take things from here!"
Wait, frick, I'm coming too? If Kōga can't fight he'll end up in even worse shape, so… maybe a healer is a good thing. Kagome can give first-aid treatment, but the Shikigami I use are a more instantaneous healing. It would be nice if they could revitalize energy though. I took a shaky breath, looking back in time to flinch as Miroku whacked Inuyasha upside the head with his staff.
A buzzing noise could be heard up ahead and I moved my gaze to see what it was, dread pooling in my stomach. High in the sky were several familiar bugs flying by. I recognized them from Kasasagi Town. "S-Saimyōshō! Sango, look!" I pointed at them.
She grit her teeth and encouraged Kirara to move faster. "The poison insects are out! Let's go, Kirara! We gotta catch up!"
The cat demon let out a roar and the flames at her feet grew bigger. Catching sight of the wind sorceress a few minutes later, Sango showed no hesitation in grabbing her Hiraikotsu and throwing it at Kagura- the demon slayer letting out a battle cry as she did so. I ducked my head down and watched as the battle took place, wondering why I let myself be dragged along. I winced as the boomerang hit Kagura hard, knocking her off of her floating feather.
The female demon free-fell through the air for a short second, catching herself rather quickly and doing a flip in the air. Landing gracefully, as though she had just been doing a dance, she looked up. From below us I could see Kōga approach her, insulting her and calling her some rather crass names.
"-yeah?" I heard Kagura say as Kirara moved closer. "And you're relying on help from Inuyasha and his pathetic friends? Without these," She held up two small jewel shards, smirking, "you're too scared to fight alone, aren't you?"
Is she… baiting him? I sat up straighter, knitting my eyebrows and squinting down at her. It definitely seemed like she was trying to-
"Don't even think about interfering!" Kōga yelled at us. "I'll beat Kagura on my own!"
-get him to attack by himself.
Frick. Okay. "Are you stupid!?"
"What was that!?" Sango demanded, disbelieving at the wolf's decision. "You can't be serious!"
"Don't forget!" He snapped, charging at the wind sorceress. "I still have my claws!"
The smirk on Kagura's face broadened and she raised her arm, hand opening the fan. I knew what was going to happen immediately, recognizing the stance she held as she thrust the weapon sideways. "Dance of Blades~!" Several glimmering arcs appeared in the air and flew towards Kōga with incredible speed, perhaps due to her wielding several jewel shards. It took the wolf demon everything he had to stop running and leap to the side, narrowly avoiding one of the blades.
He wasn't even able to blink or take a breath, jumping out of the way again as soon as his feet touched ground. Again and again he dodged her attacks, running out of the way and hopping off the ground into the air with all his strength, until several of the blades hit the ground right behind him and created an explosion that sent him flying. I jolted and shrunk down, grabbing onto Sango and shaking her some.
"H-He's going to get killed! Sango, do something!"
"I…" She hesitated, not wanting to go against his wishes yet desiring to help. "Alright."
Kagura brought her fan back up and twisted her body, bringing her feet forward in a subtle wind dance. "Just die already!" More blades ripped out of her fan towards the wolf demon, who forced himself up off the ground to start running again. The wounds that weren't healed earlier had started bleeding, and some had even become worse from his fall thanks to the explosion. Sango raised her hiraikotsu high and threw it, startling Kagura. "What!?"
The wind sorceress watched as the boomerang intersected her blades, temporarily offering Kōga some protection and allowing him to recover. Kagura swept her fan through the air repeatedly, anger forming on her beautiful face. "I don't have time to bother with the likes of you!" The boomerang curved back through the air, but the blowback from the blades had caused it to crash into one of the nearby cliff sides. Sango ordered Kirara to move down and Sango leapt off of her, dashing over and grabbing her weapon in time to raise it in front of herself- blocking some of the blades and being pushed back against the wall.
"Sango!" I yelped, scared by the way she was being forced down. I clung tight to Kagura and scooted up to where the demon slayer had been sitting previously, only to shout when Kirara suddenly picked up speed and flew angrily towards Kagura. "Wh-Whoa! No, no, no, no, no-! GAAAH!"
We were forced sideways, Kirara spinning through the air with me clinging on for dear life as she expertly avoided the wind blades. I felt something nick my arm and I hissed, but didn't complain as I lowered myself as close to the cat demon as possible. Kōga glared at us and dashed forward, furious at the interference. "I said stay outta this, damn it!"
"You're being stupid!" I cried out, dizzy by the time we regained balance. Kirara let out a roar and Sango ran forward, throwing her hiraikotsu once more. "She baited you and you know it!"
"I can't just stand by and watch you die, Kōga!" Sango shouted, body swinging itself alongside the weapon until she let go of it- allowing it to sail through the air. Kagura jumped up, laughing as it missed, and swung her fan once more. As the blades shot out the boomerang doubled back, narrowly missing the wind sorceress as it returned to Sango who caught it with relative ease. "I know you told us to stay back, but you're too badly wounded!"
"Stop acting like a bratty kid and accept the help!" I screamed, arms around Kirara's neck as the demon charged at Kagura once more, flying around the blades. The cat demon let out a pained roar when one of her legs got cut by the blades, but she didn't stop. Instead she moved faster, sharp teeth aimed for Kagura's throat. Kōga let out a yell as he was sent flying again, body ramming hard against several large rocks. He could barely move at this point. "Oh gods!"
Kagura was so close to us now. Her eyes zeroed in on me and I shrieked, seeing the way she grinned and raised her fan. Red flames flickered to life instantly on my fingers, sparked by my fear, and as Kirara snagged her fangs into Kagura's non-dominant arm the wind sorceress let loose another attack.
And like an idiot I lunged for her fan.
There was a split second of pain, sharp and overwhelming, and warmth. I found my legs wrapping around her hips and my left arm around her shoulder, body tackling the female demon, my right hand shooting out white hot flames that covered the length of her entire limb as my fingers snatched her wrist. There was no salvaging this situation; I had screwed up. I acted on impulse and recklessly grabbed onto her.
But Kirara and I had her pinned and Kagura was currently screaming. "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry-! Frick, frick, gimme the fan, gimme the fan! Eeek!"
"Why you-!" She cried. Her fan closed in her grasp and Kōga charged with Sango forgoing her Hiraikotsu, unsheathing her wakizashi sword in its stead and running at the struggling sorceress. During this time I had found myself tangling the fingers of my left hand into her hair, the fire spreading to her face. "Get off of me! IT BURNS!"
If she would stop thrashing I could grab the stupid fan and- oof! She had managed to untangle my legs from around her and one of Kagura's knees made contact with my stomach, causing me to wheeze and break out into several hard coughs. I almost let go as a result, vision spotted with black and red, but I held strong.
At least, I tried to. Unfortunately for me I was just a weak mortal, who's only strength was the Shikigami. Kagura had real power behind her and was able to yank her arm away after delivering such a hard blow, and she kicked Kirara in the throat. The demon let go of her arm, mouth covered in Kagura's blood, and reared back on her hind legs as she let out a pained roar.
I was thrown back as a result and the flames dissipated from Kagura's body, and just as Kōga and Sango got close the woman was able to return to her feet and spin- twisting her fan in the air in a hauntingly familiar way. Meanwhile Kirara and I couldn't even move, coughing and hacking, curled on the ground. "You're all infuriating! DIE!"
The wind became stronger and colder, and suddenly there were cyclones swirling about tearing at the ground and heading directly towards everyone. Sango shouted something and I tried to push myself up, but everything hurt so bad. Next thing I knew there were a pair of arms around my waist hoisting me up into the air, the slayer picking me up and running. Kirara had transformed back into her kitten-like state and was letting out little whimpers, and to get to her Sango had to evade the tornadoes.
This was not an easy feat.
Kōga himself was having trouble avoiding him, leaping side to side and cursing Kagura with every breath. With me slung over one shoulder, it was impressive that Sango was even able to move as quickly as she was. She slid out of the way and jumped onto and over a boulder, snatching Kirara up with one hand. Suddenly, and without warning, the winds picked up once more and Sango found her feet being swept out from under- the woman being blown aside by Kagura's winds.
Because of this Kirara and I went flying, and Sango cried out as she crashed into Kōga. Kagura huffed, exhausted, several burns spread along her body and a deep gash in her arm from where Kirara had bit her earlier. It looked like it was barely hanging on. "You… are nothing." She bit out. "If you seriously think you can defeat me, then you have another thing coming!"
For a moment my vision faded to black. The next, I was pushing myself up onto my knees and staring at Kagura- questioning what she gained from this and if she even wanted to work with Naraku or fight us. What was her intentions aside from the jewel shards? What did she gain from killing us?
And where's- "Sango!"
She was sprawled next to Kōga, who looked like he was about to pass out any moment. Several cuts wracked her body, but it didn't stop her from standing and readying her hiraikotsu again. "Kagura… we know we can defeat you. Just admit you're scared already."
"This is…" Kōga wheezed, limbs shaking as he tried to sit up. "...my fight. B-Back off…"
"That's not happening." Sango told him, glaring. "Kagome would be upset if you died. I'm not having that on my conscience. And-! What's that!?" Her head snapped, hearing something above us all. There, in the sky, were dark clouds… and they were parting unnaturally. From them appeared dozens, no, hundreds of demons ready to devour the flesh and blood of anything living. "Naraku… he always sends so many demons!"
She spun on her heel and swung her weapon, aiming high in the sky. I watched in horror as it tore through five, maybe eight of them before doubling back and taking out four more. It returned to Sango shortly after, but it might as well have done nothing. The number of demons were too great.
"Oh gods…" I crawled forward, nearing Kirara and only noticing just then how badly wounded the both of us were. I hadn't even realized how many cuts were covering my body from Kagura's winds- the littlest movement had blood dripping to the ground. I scooped the cat up in my arms and curled into a ball, scared and uncertain of what I should do. "We're gonna die, we're gonna die…"
No. No. Don't think like that. It's fine. Sango is strong.
She's wounded.
We're all bleeding and broken.
What can I do?
I'm so tired- will I even be able to heal everyone?
Don't think.
I have to do it anyway. It's our only chance. Frick, frick, frick. I cuddled Kirara close to my face, pressing her forehead to my cheek. She was burning up. Why did I feel so cold? Kirara, please don't die. I'm so sorry.
O' mighty flowing river, please…
It was so hard remembering the incantation. I wasn't even certain it was having any effect until a bright blue pentagram formed beneath me, flames flickering and dancing around us. It was so bright it illuminated the darkness, catching the attention of Kagura who had previously been shaken by the appearance of so many demons. Even Kōga and Sango, who were preoccupied with their own situations, were temporarily distracted by the sudden light.
...bring with you the sounds of blessings!
I could almost hear the water rushing as the twin koi appeared, diving out of opposite ends of the pentagram and swimming around me. They grew in size substantially, flames like water trailing behind them as they danced. It was mesmerizing watching them work, flame-like droplets dripping from their fins and splashing onto my face.
From my hold Kirara stopped coughing and shivering, her red eyes slowly opening to see what was going. Sango caught her hiraikotsu in time to watch as the fish approached her, the flames spreading across the earth and enveloping her and Kōga's bodies. The wolf demon stumbled to his feet and stared at his arms and legs, the wounds fading away as the flesh grew back. "This is… that technique from before…" He murmured. "How come I feel so relaxed now? I'm in the middle of a battle…"
"Irene's Shikigami…?" Sango asked, amazed as she watched the fish return to me. "It's… beautiful."
I slumped over, eyes starting to drift shut, but the pain was now gone. Kagura was trembling, but whether it was from fear or rage I didn't know. No- that's wrong; I just couldn't tell. She was too far away from my crappy eyesight to see her face properly. Man, I wished I had my glasses. So sleepy…
Kirara wriggled out of my grasp and transformed, running towards Sango who easily jumped and landed onto her back. "Let's go! We have to take care of those demons first! Kōga, I'm entrusting Kagura to you!"
"It's about damn time!" He hissed, cracking his knuckles and breaking out into a run. The wolf demon was worn out beyond belief, but his injuries were gone. Nothing was holding him back now. "Get outta the way, Irene; this is between demons!"
Kagura snapped her head over to look at Kōga, having been too distracted by my Shikigami and the demons Sango were fighting to notice him get closer. His fist rammed into the side of her face, sending her flying back.
"Hrah! Die, witch!"
The shards that had long since fallen to the ground caught Kōga's attention now that the female demon was knocked back and he was close enough to see them. His eyes widened.
"The shards!" Kōga lunged, leaping at them with his hand extended to grab them. Kagura landed and saw this, her eyes alight with fury. "They're mine!" Raising her arm, she thrust her fan violently through the air.
"Dance of the Dragon~!"
Kōga's hand was centimeters away from the jewels when the cyclones appeared, tearing into his flesh and sending him flying into another whirlwind. His scream tore right through the sound of violence, startling even Sango who was caught up in slaying demon after demon. The noise send a cold chill down to my very bones, the dizziness from asthma and bloodloss not enough to stop me from understanding what that scream meant.
He was going to die.
Through the mess I never really noticed the sun rising or what that would mean for us, but Kōga's screams were heartwrenching. The cyclones were tearing him apart and ripping into his flesh, crimson liquid spurting and fur falling away. Kagura laughed and I turned, seeing the manic grin on her face. She was drenched in her own blood, nearly sent into madness from her own pain. The burn on her face was unsightly.
"Die, wolf!" She chanted. "Be shredded by my wind!"
He was thrown into the cyclones mercilessly, the tornadoes damaging him badly. When they finally slowed down and dispersed into wind Kōga collapsed, completely unmoving.
"Certainly a glutton for punishment." She commented, stepping forward with crazed red eyes, swinging her fan side by side as her other arm dangled uselessly at her side. She tilted her head, grinning as her bangs fell into her face. Her voice was sickeningly sweet. "Shall I play with you some more? Surrender and I'll make it painless."
Kōga couldn't move, but he could still see. And his blue eyes were unforgiving, glaring deep into her soul. The wind sorceress laughed.
"I see how it is… hyah!"
She raised her fan, the wind picking up once more as a tornado formed from the cloud above. It headed straight towards Kōga, ready to deliver the final blow and finish him off for good. In all honestly, I wasn't sure who screamed; perhaps both Sango and I did, or maybe someone else entirely. All I know is that the cyclone made contact and the world around me became a complete blur as the tears fell.
He was dead.
Kōga. Kōga was… killed. By Kagura.
She… actually did it.
A-And… he'll never wake up again.
A hand shot up to my mouth as the bile bubbled up my throat, stomach churning grossly, but before I could throw up my eyes caught sight of something red standing where Kōga once was. The black hair was gone now, replaced by something bright and silver, and the wolf demon…
...he was behind Inuyasha, held up by Miroku, complaining about being saved by the half-demon.
"He's alive…?"
Inuyasha flexed his claws and grinned, practically sneering at the wounded wind sorceress. "Kagura. It can't be that much fun killing a half-dead wolf, can it?" He unsheathed his sword, tetsusaiga undergoing its familiar transformation into a great sword. I was never more happy to see the half-demon.
Unfortunately, I was still shook and had vomit literally sitting in my mouth, and I wound up having to turn my head away to throw up. I heard Inuyasha challenging her and Kagura making a sarcastic comment in retort, but I wasn't able to look back until Inuyasha had swung his sword above his head- bringing it down as demonic energy swirled around the blade. Kagura had created more tornadoes, all of which were swirling violently towards Inuyasha.
"Look out!"
Inuyasha wasn't bothered. He brought his blade down hard into the earth and light erupted, several large streaks tearing through the winds and into the earth, heading for Kagura. Kagura was alarmed, the fear that was already in her eyes glimmering with unadulterated terror. "H-How did he cut through my whirlwind!?" The female demon couldn't move, too tired and wounded and scared, only able to watch as the Wind Scar grew closer.
Her demise was impending and she knew it.
Or at least it was, until the demons that were fighting Sango moved in front of Kagura- taking the blast for her and being slain by Inuyasha's attack. Between the blood and guts and chunks of flesh, only the bones of certain demons disintegrated- the rest surrounding the area. Sango stared, awed.
"A-All of Naraku's demons…" She stammered, "at once they just… moved."
"They protected Kagura!" Miroku observed. Inuyasha sheathed his sword and huffed, seeing that Kagura had disappeared. The half-demon clicked his tongue in distaste.
"She escaped again, damn it." Inuyasha growled. He turned his head, looking at Kōga. "Hey, you puny wolf! I hope you learned your lesson! Never interfere in my fight with Naraku-"
He cut himself off, seeing the way the wolf demon was picking up the jewel shards that were left abandoned on the ground. His amber eyes widened and he charged, chasing after Kōga who jumped out of the way. Kagome had already tended to his wounds during Inuyasha's fight with Kagura, so Kōga was sporting several bandages and band-aids.
"Give those here!" Inuyasha demanded. "I beat her, so they're mine!"
"No way!" Kōga retorted. He quickly inserted them back into his legs and stood, glaring. "Remember this, mangy mutt! I've sworn to avenge my comrades' deaths! I'll be the one to take Naraku's head; don't forget it!"
"Wait, Kōga!" Kagome cried, stepping forward. "What you saw last night… I mean, about Inuyasha…"
Kōga huffed and turned away. "Oh, don't worry. I couldn't care less about what shape that dumb dog takes."
And, without any warning, he ran away faster than the eye could see. Shippō blinked. "Uh… does that mean he won't tell?"
"I think we can count on Kōga." Miroku said, walking over with Inuyasha towards him and Kagome. "The problem is Kagura. ...Hey, where are Sango and-"
"Irene!" Sango shouted, she and Kirara flying towards the ground where I was hunched over dazed. She jumped off the cat demon and dashed over, kneeling beside me. "What's wrong!? Are you hurt? Did the Shikigami not heal you?"
Sleepy. Hungry. I don't feel very good. Sango's hands on my arms shook me lightly and I fell over, head hitting lightly against her chest. "Lungs… hurt…" I murmured, eyes struggling to stay open. "Tired…"
"Here." She slid an arm under my knees and the other against my back, lifting me up and carrying me carefully towards Kirara. The cat demon let out a sound that almost sounded like she was worried, kneeling down so Sango could set me on her back easier. "How's that? Just get some rest, alright? I didn't expect you to jump into the battle like that…"
I looked at her through blurry vision, trying to make out of her face. "...was hurt… wanted to… h-help. K-Kagura… scary. Inuyasha… a-almost died… l-last time. Kōga… this time." Needed to stay awake. Have to. Sango moved to pull her hand away, but stopped when she felt my fingers latch tiredly onto hers. "Sister…"
Her eyes widened.
I choked up. "W-Want… my big sister…" Where is she? Why can't I find her? "M-Maria…"
And then my hand lost all strength, body being lulled to sleep by the comforting warm the cat demon gave off.
…
My dreams were pure black, nothing but darkness encasing them. The nightmares weren't even proper; I was trapped in the silence, everything around me wet and sticky with blood. Each step hurt, but I couldn't see what I was walking on. Objects just crunched and cut at my bare feet. It was only when flames lit upon my flesh that I saw where I was and what was surrounding me.
And it wasn't pleasant.
Inuyasha, Kagome, Shippō, Sango… Kōga.
Their dead bodies greeted me face-to-face, skeletons belonging to that of deceased demons beneath my feet. Laughter hit my ears and when I turned it was Kagura who greeted me, the burns along her flesh more gruesome than ever. The arm Kirara had nearly bitten off was completely gone, and the wind sorceress looked completely deranged.
"Well?" She asked, red lips smiling at me as she narrowed her eyes. "Aren't you pleased? You caused this."
What?
A bony hand wrapped around my wrist and I froze, heart nearly beating out of my chest. I was scared to look. I didn't want to see what I did. But still, I found myself turning around to view the skeleton of the person who grabbed me.
Yet before my eyes could land on them and see which one it was…
...a pair of arms wrapped around me and a familiar voice whispered softly in my ears, a pair of warm hands covering my eyes to obstruct my vision. "It's just a bad dream… You did nothing wrong."
And as if a spell had been cast on me my eyes opened in the real world, groggily blinking as my vision adjusted to the light. Fingers ran gently through my hair, comforting and kind. My breath was languid and my body was relaxed; I felt so at ease I questioned if I was even alive at the moment. Slowly raising my head when I felt the fingers stop playing with my hair, I found myself meeting a pair of brown eyes that were looking at me in relief.
"S-Sango?" My voice was raspy. There was a wooden ceiling above us. "Y… You're real, right?"
She nodded her head, smiling. "I'm real. How are you feeling?"
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, slowly realizing that the reason my pillow was so comfy was because it was her lap. I felt… safe. At this moment, all anxiety and stress that had been eating away at me was gone. I turned my head, feeling as if I could fall back asleep and have only good dreams this time. I yawned and forced myself to open my eyes, blinking and looking up at her. "...Sleepy. What happened?"
She continued to play with my hair, an action that greatly reminded me of my sisters. "After the battle with Kagura you fell asleep. Kagome administered your medicine to help you, and you napped on Kirara's back while we made our way to Tsuzumi Village. I think… it was your Shikigami that caused you to be so exhausted. Your body is so fragile, yet your power… it's too much for you to handle."
"...How long have I been asleep?" I'm so thirsty. Where's some water? Are we in a hut right now? "Did we make it to the village?"
"A little over a day." She answered. "A man was attacked by demons and Inuyasha saved him, so he let us stay in his house as thanks. Do you think you can walk? I'm sure you must be hungry."
"...I probably can, but I really wanna nap again. You're comfy."
Sango blinked. "Oh. Well… thank you, I think."
I sighed and yawned again, louder this time, and stretched out my arms and legs. Then I sat up, leaning over with a huff. Sango re-positioned the way she was sitting and watched me wake up the rest of the way. I licked my teeth, making a face. Toothbrush. Where was one? I dragged myself over to the backpacks, practically burying myself in the giant neon one, and made a happy noise when I saw it, paste, and some jerky.
"Food~!"
I stared at it, then the toothbrush, at the jerky, back to the toothbrush, and sighed. "Health first. I miss cereal."
"Oh!" An older man walked into the hut, surprised to see us. "You've woken up!"
A teal bandanna was wrapped around his head, a blue-and-grey kimono covering his torso with a red vest wrapped around it. Dark hakama covered his legs. My only assumption was that he was the person who Inuyasha saved from demons. He smiled as he approached.
"I was starting to get worried. When they told me you had an illness… I thought you might not wake! But clearly everything is alright." He bowed to me. "My name is Densuke. It's a pleasure to meet you, Priestess."
Um. What? Oh, frick. I was wearing the kimono Kaede lent me. When did that happen? Kagome or Sango must have changed my clothes while I was asleep. "Uh, y-you too… I'm Irene."
His smile broadened. "Lady Irene." Oh gods, that's weird. I don't like that. I mean, it's flattering, but… I feel so awkward. "The rest of your friends have gone out into town to find more information about the castle. Since the landslide the highway's been closed, so there's no way to get to it at the moment."
"O-Oh…" Wait. My eyebrows knit together. "So we can't get to Naraku?"
Sango shook her head, frowning. "Not at the moment. But with any luck the highway will be cleared soon. Want to come with me and ask around once you've finished getting ready?"
Spend time with this awesomely strong lady? Heck yeah. My eyes lit up and I beamed, the excitement showing clearly on my face. "Really? Y-Yeah, just- uh, give me a minute! I'll be quick!"
Something flashed in Sango's expression when she saw me scramble to my feet in an effort to prepare myself. It was almost melancholic. Sad.
Like she was remembering something painful, yet bittersweet all the same.
And as I brushed my teeth using some water from a nearby basin, I found myself wondering what Sango's reason for finding Naraku was.
Chapter 10: Sango's Younger Brother, Kohaku
Chapter Text
The highway was closed off and a festival was growing near. Apparently it was big deal, because everyone was preparing for it, excited for its arrival. A woman was upset because the only good kimono she had was for the festival, and was nervous to dress up like a girl from a large town. "They're so beautiful, and I… really am not. I'd look ridiculous. Why am I even telling this to you?"
She shook her head, trying to hide her face behind her sleeve. I tilted my head at her, not understanding her concerns. "You don't look ridiculous." In all honesty I thought she was quite pretty. The girl blinked and looked at me, her freckles standing out against her tan skin. Her dark eyes glistened in the sun. "You should dress up! You'd look amazing! What kind of kimono is it? I think you'd look really good in a shade of red- ooh~ or maybe even yellow! What do you think, Sango?"
I looked at the demon slayer, expecting a response. The woman blinked, surprised by my behavior. "Uh… yeah. There are a lots of hairstyles you could try, too."
The girl blushed and brought her hands up to her face, shy. "Y… You really think so? Thank you!"
I smiled brightly at her, grinning and giving her two thumbs up. "You don't have to thank me for the truth! You're really pretty!"
"You're such a kind priestess! You and your friend are the pretty ones!"
"Well, I mean, Sango's pretty hecking gorgeous." I agreed. "But you're lovely too. And don't let anyone tell you otherwise!"
"Aww~! You're making me blush!" She ducked down, hiding her face even more as she giggled. It was the cutest thing. "Stop it!"
"Stop what? Being honest?"
"Yes! Haha! My heart can't take it."
I sighed dramatically, raising my hands up in a shrug. "O-kay~ but only because you insist. Just know, I fully expect you to wear that kimono during the festival now."
"Oh, you~!"
Sango raised an eyebrow at the interaction, an amused smile on her face. As we walked away the young woman watched me skip a little, a pep in my step. She's never seen me in such a good mood. In fact, it was the first time in all these weeks of travelling that I felt truly like myself. "You're quite charismatic. I'm surprised."
"Hm?" I blinked, tilting my head at her with a smile. "Yeah?"
She nodded. "When we first met you were completely collapsed from disease. When you awoke you acted so meek and shy; I felt the need to protect you. Even now I still do, but today… well, I realize you're a lot more outgoing than I first perceived."
"Mmm~ that's just cause I'm not freaked out right now." I stretched my hands out in front of me, fingers laced together, before swinging my arms out by side. I spun on my hell, beaming at Sango. "It's weird, but I feel so relaxed with you! And it's funny, 'cause we just met and everything. I dunno. Is it a bad thing? I've been told I have great customer service skills!"
"Customer- oh. No, it's not bad." She shook her head, smiling at me. "It's nice. Seeing you all lively… it's calming. It must be hard for you being sick all the time."
I stopped walking at that, thinking deeply about an answer. Was it hard for me? I mean, it's a lot more difficult in this time period… but mostly because of the demons. I have Kagome to get my medicine, so I'm not worried about that, and the air quality is great here. I can actually walk outside in the heat and breathe normally. Back home I couldn't even go outside without my respirator mask, as I would suffocate in the heat and not inhale any oxygen. Cold air hurt to breathe in, on the other hand, but I could at least function.
"It's just… there." I settled on. "I mean, it sucks and I hate it… but that's life, right? In a way it's almost easier here. Or at least it would be without all the demons and the running for my life. You know?"
"...I can imagine."
"Also, I'm getting used to these clothes! Look how swishy they are!" I squatted, striking a weird pose, and flapped my arms as if I were some kind of bird. I pointed at the sleeve on my right, admiring how the kimono sleeve just flew back-and-forth with the movement. "It's so cool! I love it! I always wanted to wear a kimono when I was back home, but actually wearing them here was so strange! But now I'm used to it!"
My eyes widened as an idea came to me.
"Dude, imagine how you'd look in some of mine or Kagome's clothes! You'd be so majestic!"
"Majestic?" She laughed. "I doubt it. Besides, your guys' attire is a bit too… um, much for me. No offense."
I shrugged. "None taken. I get it."
We continued walking, asking around and finding out more about the festival. It wasn't our intention to learn about it, but it appeared to be the only thing anyone wanted to talk about. If it wasn't that, it was about how a lot people wouldn't be able to make it to the village for said festival because of the highway being closed. It was a bit exasperating, hearing only that over-and-over again, but I did my best to cheer people up.
Sango watched as I did so, smiling all the while. Sometimes when I looked at her I could see something sad in her expression, but it would disappear as quickly as it came. I thought I imagined it, but… then we got to the side of the village where the river was- full of lilies. Sango slowed to stop and approached them, kneeling down and gently touching one. Something in her movement was shaky, her breath… uneven.
"You okay?" I asked, watching worriedly as her eyes began to water. "Sango…?"
"Yes, I… I'm fine. I just… these flowers- they were my brother's favorite."
I blinked. I didn't know she had siblings. "Your brother?"
She nodded. Her smile was bittersweet. "Yes. He was so kind… he almost didn't belong in the Demon Slayer village. My little brother didn't like to fight- he hated it. But he loved animals and flowers."
"Oh…" I knelt down beside her, staring at the lilies. I smiled at Sango. "He sounds wonderful!"
"Yes…" She murmured, plucking a lily from the ground to admire it. "He was."
Then it hit me. The reason why she was speaking in past tense. My blood ran cold and I looked down, shoulders stiffening as I tried to figure out what to say. My voice cracked a little, imagining the kind of pain Sango must be feeling constantly. I was so unsensitive, constantly complaining about not being able to see my own sibling before. "I-I'm sorry…"
She shook her head. "It wasn't your fault. The blame goes to Naraku."
"He… did it?"
Sango nodded, eyes glossing over. "My tribe, we… got a message from a castle to exorcise a demon. It was my brother's first battle. But the castle lord was actually a demon in disguise- he possessed my brother and had him kill everyone, our friends, our father; he even attacked me. I went to go defeat the lord, but… the spell broke. My brother was so scared. And then… the castle guards shot us down."
Oh gods. That's horrible.
Sango placed her hands on her lap, holding the lily tightly. She wasn't even looking at me anymore, too busy remembering the darkness of her past. "I… Sango, you don't… have to tell me anymore. Not if it hurts you. I-I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have had to go through that."
"...But if it wasn't for that… I wouldn't have made friends with you, Inuyasha, or the others." She took a deep breath. "For while I was off battling with the other slayers, Naraku had demons attack my village. He tricked me into believing Inuyasha was the one who did it and I fought him as a result. Then I found out the truth- Naraku was the evil behind it all. So… I will avenge my comrades. My brother will be saved."
"...Yeah." I nodded my head, biting my bottom lip. "Naraku… will be stopped. We're really close to him now, too. Everyone will be avenged."
There was silence for a long moment. Then Sango looked at me, fighting back tears, and said, "I'm gonna stay here for a while. Will you be alright going ahead by yourself?" Kirara let out a small meow and pressed her forehead against Sango's leg trying to comfort her. I stared at the woman uncertainly, not really wanting to leave her like this, but… I know some people really needed time alone occasionally.
"Y-Yeah. Okay." I stood awkwardly, wishing I knew how to comfort people. "I-If you ever need someone to talk to… I'm here. I-I can't really say anything to cheer you up, but… I can listen."
"Thank you."
I nodded. "A-Anytime. See you later, Sango."
With that I walked off. I became a bit more determined to find out any information about how to get to the castle after that depressing conversation, ready to help my new friend out anyway I could. I was always getting into trouble and being useless afterwards, so the least I could do is find out a way to get closer to Naraku and his castle.
It's hard to believe that any one person could be responsible for something so horrid. I knew there were monsters like that back in my time, but knowing someone who was personally affected by the behavior of a monster was a lot different. I still don't know Kagome and Inuyasha's reasoning for going after Naraku, or even Miroku's story, but after hearing what Shippō and Sango said…
This is so messed up.
Who the heck hurt Naraku so bad that he has to go and hurt others?
Honestly. Shippō lost his father, Sango lost her whole family and hometown… and right now Naraku could very well be holding Maria hostage.
My jaw clenched and I blinked away tears, trying to remain strong. I felt so angry and upset by all this. The people who got hurt by Naraku were so undeserving of it. I can't even imagine what a person so evil could look like. He was a demon, so I hoped he at least looked a little gross. Knowing how things have went so far though, I bet he looked just as human as Inuyasha and Shippō did.
Bastard.
I let out a sigh, pausing and looking between the crossroads. I haven't been to this side of the village at all yet. Which way? Hmm… I think going straight would lead right back out into the forest, so I'll go right. I wonder how old Sango's brother was when he died; the way she described him made it sound like he was just a little kid. He probably looked just like her. I hate this…
"Wow, mommy! Look! A priestess!"
Huh? What, where? I stopped and looked around, before making a face and staring at the kimono I was wearing.
"What's a foreigner doing wearing a priestess' outfit?"
Great. I'm being spoken about. Rumors are so lovely.
"She looks so funny…"
"The lady is really pretty! Are all foreigners so pretty, mommy?"
I shrugged at that, deciding that I wouldn't bother with them since half of it was a compliment. Honestly, I feel so out of place sometimes. I ended up approaching the mother and her child, asking if she knew anything about different ways to the castle, but she didn't respond. Not at first- she just stared at me distrustfully, but when her child approached and tugged on my hakama…
"No. Not unless you leave Tsuzumi and go around the long way."
The boy looked up at me, eyes big and full of curiosity. "Are you a priestess?"
"...Sure."
He smiled widely, practically bouncing off his feet. "Really!? H-Have you come to the bless the village!?"
I opened my mouth to respond, only to pause. "Um… in a way. I'm travelling with some demon slayers and we're trying to get to the castle to bless the land. Exorcise any demons that may be plaguing it." I clapped my hands together, kneeling down to meet the child eye-to-eye. "Do you happen to know any short-cuts?"
"Do I?" He grinned. "There's this big cave down that way that me and my friends like to play in! One of my friends' dad is mining in there- oh, but I'm not supposed to tell you so you gotta keep it a secret, okay?" I chuckled.
"Okie dokie. I'll even pinky promise." I held my hand out, sticking out my finger. "Pinky promises can't be broken."
He wrapped his pinky around mine. "Right! Anyway, the cave is really long so it could probably lead you there! Want me to show you?"
"Um…" I looked at the mother, who appeared very unsettled by this conversation. I smiled at the kid, ruffling his hair. "Maybe next time, okay? I want to make sure there aren't any demons there."
"Oh… that makes sense." He waved at me as I walked off. "Bye, priestess lady~!"
Oh my god, this child is adorable. Pfft. "Buh-bye! Thanks for everything! Off to the caves I go~!" I wondered how far the caves could be from here, but following the boy's directions I ended up at an empty clearing with nothing in sight that could resemble what he said. What the heck? I walked in a circle, pacing around the area, noting the small wooden fences framing the road itself. One was broken, but…
I looked into the distance, wondering if the cave was actually beyond this area. Oh dear.
"Meow…"
What? I blinked and turned my head, staring at the small cat that was making its way over. "Hold on a minute…" The calico fur, the big green eyes. I recognized that cat. "You're from the temple! Oh my god, baby, sweetie, thank goodness!" I knelt down, holding my hand out and making kissy noises. The cat waddled over, sniffing my hand before pressing its face against my palm. "I'm so glad you're okay! I wanted to come back for you, but Inuyasha was a big meanie and wouldn't let us!"
I picked the cat up, noting that it was a male.
"Oof, you weigh a lot more than last time. That's fine though." I scratched its ears, smiling brightly. "How you've been? You're one strong kitty, making it all this way."
"Mrrow~!"
"You don't say? Huh. I'm proud of you."
The bushes rustled and I turned, expecting to see a villager or something, but instead it was a young boy in armor. His dark brown hair was messily pulled back into a rat's tail, and his brown eyes stared at me in surprise. "The cat… it belongs to you?"
"Um, not… really? I mean, we've met before… but he almost got eaten by demons." The boy stepped forward, kneeling down in front of me to reach out and pet the cat. I held him out towards the stranger, allowing him to hold the cat. "Went to an old temple once to destroy this really gross spider demon, you know? He was there."
"The cat's a male? And… spider demon?" The boy looked at me, his freckled face seeming oddly familiar to me. His gaze was disbelieving. "You don't look strong enough to take down such a big demon."
"In all fairness I wasn't the one who destroyed it." I said, almost jokingly, "My friends did. Although I did free them from its webs, so… that's a thing."
I observed him for a moment, watching as he played with the cat. His clothes were skin-tight and colored black, with yellow padded armor that greatly reminded me of Sango's own battle attire. In fact, they were completely identical save for the fact that her armor was pink. His weapon, too… was he a demon slayer?
"Um, what's your name?" He looked at me. "I'm Irene."
"Irene… huh. My name's Kohaku; it's nice to meet you."
Kohaku? My mind instantly went to Spirited Away and the boy that turned into a dragon. I grinned at him. "That's a nice name!"
"Thanks. I-" He cut himself off, eyes narrowing, and suddenly he handed the cat towards me and stood. He grabbed the weapon that was strapped to his waist behind his back and readied it, glaring ahead of him. I turned, eyes wide, and watched as a bird demon suddenly flew out of the trees towards us. "Stay behind me!"
"Where did it-!?" I yelped, ducking down and cradling the cat close to me protectively. "Frick!"
"Give me your flesh~!" The demon screeched, beak aimed straight for Kohaku's throat. The boy didn't show any hesitation as he hurled the blade at him, the chain wrapped tightly around his wrist and hand, giving him control of it even as it got further away. The demon moved to avoid it, but Kohaku quickly pulled on the chain and thrust his arm to the side, causing the blade to slash the demon right in half. "Graaahhh~!"
It screamed loudly as it fell apart, before going silent and disintegrating. It was disturbing, but the sight of Inuyasha killing hundreds of demons at once with all their guts flying everywhere was a lot worse. This was tame in comparison. The boy lowered his eyes, almost guiltily, before he moved and faced me.
"Are you okay?"
"Um… yeah." I nodded awkwardly. That was impressive. He had to be several years younger than me. "Th-Thanks. If it was just me I'd probably already be dead, haha... Also, this is bothering me; what kind of weapon is that?"
He held it out to me, saying, "It's called a kusarigama." I took the weapon from him, nearly dropping it in response to how heavy it was. The cat crawled off my lap, walking over to rub his side against the boy's leg after he had sat down. "Careful!"
"It's like a freaking anchor!" I grunted, struggling to hand it back to him. The boy laughed, though he didn't completely understand my reference. "You're, like, what? Fourteen!? How can you carry that!?"
"Um…" He hesitated, lowering his gaze. "That's…"
I blinked, wondering what if I said something wrong. "I-I was joking. Um. Sorry… maybe I shouldn't have-"
"N-No, it's fine. Are you from this village?"
I shook my head. "No. I just arrived, uh… actually; I'm not sure when. Maybe yesterday? What about you?"
"Me neither. I got here three days ago." The boy sat up straight, eyes widening when he saw the cat wandering off. He stood. "Th-The cat is- I gotta go! Bye! I'll see you later, Irene!"
"Later!" I watched as he ran after the calico, slightly dumbfounded by this entire conversation. I was sort of under the impression that Sango was the only demon slayer in existence after she told me her village was wiped out. I suppose it made sense that were would be other villages, but wouldn't she have moved to live in one of them? Of course, she was hellbent on destroying Naraku and obtaining vengeance. "My head hurts…"
You know what- I should probably go check on Sango now. Maybe tell her what I found out. I wasn't exactly keen on checking out the forest alone in an attempt to find a cave- especially since there are demons about. I waited a few moments to catch my breath and stood, brushing the dirt off my kimono and heading back towards the village square.
At least, that was my plan until I found Kagome standing on a bridge near the waterfalls. Sneaking up behind her, I waited until I was close enough and lunged- wrapping my arms around her shoulders. "Kagome~!"
"Irene!" She jumped, whirling her head around to look at me. "You're awake!"
"Yup, yup. Feelin' great." Kagome let out a relieved sigh. "How're things?"
"Good, mostly. Inuyasha and I haven't made an progress about how to get to the castle. It's a mess. I'm glad you're doing well, though. You had us, and especially Sango, very worried."
I pulled away from her, wrapping my arms around myself. "Y-Yeah, I know… I'm sorry." I hated it. I hated myself. If it weren't for my lungs I might not be passing out so much or getting so sick. I might catch an occasional cold, but I wouldn't be so easily taken down or susceptible to disease. I wanted to be able to run around like a normal person, to goof off without being short of breath. To battle and use the Shikigami without… being so worn out. "I-I just didn't want Kōga to die."
"I know." She smiled. "Sango said you were really impressive in that last battle, that even though you were scared you still did your best. You did some massive damage to Kagura, so she might not show up anytime soon. Inuyasha was saying that you were getting even stronger!"
I made a face at that. "Wait, seriously? I'm pretty sure it's not me that's doing anything. It's the spirits. I can't- I mean, sometimes I think I can control them… but they mostly just react in response t-to my emotions." I held my hands up, staring at them. "I… I've noticed that when I'm really scared or angry… the flames turn white. White flames are the hottest, which is why Kagura got burned so bad. And when I want you guys to be safe… the flames turn blue and the fish appear."
"Really?" She brought a hand up to her chin. "I already figured they represented your feelings, but I didn't think the spirits themselves would be so in sync with your emotions. Maybe we should bring this up to Kakuju next time we see him?"
"Y-Yeah… oh, um, Kagome…"
"Yes?" She looked at me, her eyes widening. Kagome stepped forward and rested her hands on my shoulders. "What happened? Why the long face?"
"Sango… told me about why she hates Naraku." I observed her expression carefully, trying to figure out if she knew already or not. The look she gave me told me she did know Sango's background. "And… about her brother."
"I see… Kohaku is a big weakness for Sango, and Naraku uses that against her. He's despicable." She growled. "Using the love between two siblings to torment them, pitting them against each other… he's pure evil."
"But I thought… Kohaku was dead?" Wait, what. Kohaku? That boy I met earlier… he was wearing the same outfit as Sango. He had a similar weapon. If Kohaku was the name of Sango's younger brother then-oh gods. No wonder he looked so familiar. But how is that possible? "Didn't the castle guards kill him?"
Kagome shook her head. "Yes… but then Naraku implanted a jewel shard into his neck. It's how his life is sustained, but also what lets Naraku control him. He tainted the shard, coloring it black and removing most of Kohaku's free will. Sometimes he'll possess him and have Kohaku fight Sango, knowing it would break both their hearts."
What the hell is wrong with Naraku?
"So… Kohaku is alive a-and… oh dear." I turned my head, looking back in the direction I came from. I really wanted to talk to him now. "It… frick."
"What is it?" Kagome asked, noticing how distracted I suddenly appeared. I looked at her and then at the road, glancing back-and-forth for a moment. "Irene?'
"Okay. So. I'm about to do something really stupid. Don't tell Sango!"
"What!?" She blinked, startled. "What do you mean?"
As I walked backwards, I snapped my fingers and grinned at her idiotically. "Wellll~ I might have met a boy named Kohaku earlier. I repeat; I'mma do somethin' stupid, so don't tell Sango! I don't want her mad at me! Or… sad. Byeeee!"
"W-Wait, Irene, come back!" She shouted, starting to follow, before deciding to run off in another direction. "No, no, no! This is bad!"
"Sorry!" I shouted, quickening my pace. Kagome was definitely running off to tell Sango, wasn't she? "Come on, come on, come on- where is he!?"
Kohaku had to be nearby. Right? Maybe he was back at the place with the cat? If he was a demon slayer he was probably clearing the area of demons, seeing as he appeared to be himself at that time when we were speaking. He was such a kind boy, so why…? Why did Naraku have to do something like that?
The more I hear the more I want to kick the evil half-demon in the face.
Scared that Sango or Kagome would show up sooner or later to stop me from talking to Kohaku again, I decided to say screw it and break out into a paced jog. It hurt, my lungs burned, and I wanted to pass out… but I needed to find him. I wanted to confirm he was her Kohaku.
I skidded to a stop at a turn and spun on my heels, hopping on one foot as I tripped until I regained my balance and continued to power walk. I was so close to the area where we met. A few feet away I saw a man with a bow, complaining about not being able to catch enough for dinner. "E-Excuse… Excuse me!" I wheezed, raising a hand up and stumbling over to him. He turned, eyes wide when he saw me wobbling. "H-Have… Have you seen a boy anywhere? W-Wearing armor…"
"...Yes? The one that was playing with the cat?"
I nodded fervently, hands on my knees as I struggled to catch my breath. The man raised a hand and gestured to the area ahead.
"He was over there a minute ago. The boy was walking off into the trees."
Seriously? Of course he was. Wait, the cat's still there… so why did Kohaku leave it? "Th-Thank you… um, good luck hunting!" I passed the man, reaching into my vest and pulling out my rescue. I shook it and used it, inhaling deeply, before putting it away and walking towards the cat. "Hey, kitty… everything good? You see Kohaku anywhere?"
The cat meowed. Then it began to walk towards the broken gate, fitting itself between the gaps and sliding through.
"W-Wait! It's not safe! Kitty, come back!" I chased after, walking around the broken gate and stepping through some bushes. "H-Hey!" I stumbled, tripping over a root, and caught myself. As I walked out of the bush I found myself stepping out onto another dirt road. "What the…? Dude, was this always here?"
I looked back-and-forth, deciding that this was a very dumb idea. Maybe Kagome will show up with help in time to save me from demons… or perhaps not. Okay, calm down. We can do this. Where'd the cat go?
"In times of doubt… follow the yellow brick road." I muttered, talking to myself and walking down the pathway. I could see someone up ahead, approaching what appeared to be a cliffside. Squinting, I could make out black and yellow. "Kohaku? Kohaku, wait up!" I quickened my pace, getting closer and seeing that, right before the person entered the cave, it was indeed Kohaku. "Frick!"
I don't want to enter that cave. I hate being alone in dark places. Urk. I glanced behind me one more time, really hoping Inuyasha might show up. Kagome went to get help, didn't she? Because I told her I was going to do something stupid about Kohaku? She wouldn't just let me die, would she? I don't think she would; she's put in so much effort to keep me functioning. Well…
Let's do this.
"Screw it." I said, motivating myself and forcing my feet to move. I entered the cave slowly, looking around and stopping until my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I could see something above on the ceiling, looking almost like bats. "Those are definitely bats…"
Question is: are they normal bats or demon bats?
I didn't plan to find out. I walked by slowly, keeping my breathing as slow and calm as possible. My heart was pounding loudly in my chest, the anxiety and fear coming back to me. I could hear Kohaku's footsteps, so I tried following the sound. And I did, until the noise abruptly disappeared. Where'd he go?
Frick, frick. This is how people die in horror movies, isn't it? I need to get out of here. I shouldn't have done this after all.
"One, two… three, four!" A man suddenly exclaimed, causing me to jump and let out a small shriek. I fell back and landed hard on my rear, wincing and letting out a grunt. "Wha-? Who's there!?"
"M-Me! It's me! I'm sorry!" I held my hands up defensively, seeing an older man with a pick ax turning around to glare at me. He must be the dad of the one boy's friend. "I-I was looking for someone a-and-and-!"
The man walked forward, staring down at me. "A priestess? What are you doing on this back road? I thought no one else knew about it…"
"B-Back road?" I stammered. A thought came to me. "D-Does it… Does it go to the castle?"
"I think… oh! No! I said too much!" He cringed, bringing a hand to his face. "Damn…"
"Really? Oh, thank goodness!" I stood. "My friends and I were trying to get to the castle to kill some demons! W-We won't tell anyone else, though; I promise!"
He stared at me for a long moment. "...Okay, good. If people find out about this road, I won't have my chance to strike gold."
"Good luck!" I turned, but stopped. "W-Wait! I almost forgot! Did you see anyone else come by?"
"Nope. Just you. Now, if you don't mind… I'm gonna get back to mining."
"O-Okay. Thanks. Bye!"
Well, that was a dead end on Kohaku… but at least I have a way to the castle now. Maybe that will make up for me always getting into trouble. I sighed and ruffled my hair, walking away into another part of the cave. I opened my eyes and blinked, stopping uncertainly and casting a quick glance to take in my surroundings.
"This is… the right way, isn't it?"
I feel like I'm going in circles. Hold on- up ahead! Is that…? It is! I moved closer, a relieved smile on my face at the sight of a familiar person. The boy turned, hearing my footsteps.
"Kohaku! Finally! I've been looking for you everywhere!" I huffed, placing my hands on my hips as I stopped in front of him. "I have several questions for you! First of all, do… uh, do you have a sister? One by the name of Sango…?"
"Wh-What?" He looked alarmed. "Irene, you shouldn't be in here; it's dangerous! Demons are-"
He cut himself off, something dark taking over his expression. His eyes- they looked… empty. I took a step back, a bad feeling forming and washing over me. I really didn't like that look on his face. "K-Kohaku…? You okay?" The boy stepped forward, reaching behind him and grabbing the kusarigama he had been so kind as to show me before. He tossed the blade up in the air and grabbed the chain, swinging it above his head.
Frick. Oh gods. Oh gods, oh gods; this is it. He's Sango's brother, alright. Which means I need to get out of here! But which way was the exit?
I didn't have time to ponder, because as soon as I made to move Kohaku threw his weapon at me. A sharp pain exploded in my left arm as it sliced through my flesh, the boy dashing forward as I fell back and yanking on the chain, pulling it back to him. I waved my hand rapidly through the air, a small red flame forming at the tips of my fingers, but while I was scared I couldn't form… hate towards Kohaku. I couldn't be angry at him.
This proved to be a mistake.
"S-Stop it!" I cried, grabbing at the ground when the chain dangling from the end of his blade wrapped around my ankles, trying to drag me towards him. I clawed at the stone and dirt, tearing at my nails in the process. I thrashed my legs until my feet slid out, scrambling into a standing position. "Gah!"
He threw his kusarigama at me again, slashing my legs to knock me down and prevent me from running. I tried to move, but the blood kept gushing out at a horrifying rate. I couldn't breathe. I stared up at Kohaku fearfully, understanding what Kagome meant when she said Kohaku had no control of himself. The boy I knew was gentle, kind; he was exactly what Sango said he was.
But the person in front of me now… he was merciless, unforgiving. He couldn't feel guilt or shame; I don't even think Kohaku knew what he was doing.
And that made it worse.
"P-Please don't…"
I don't want to die. I flinched when he began to swing the chain above his head again, throwing it directly at me. It wrapped around my arms, and when he pulled I was dragged forwards towards him. Was he… not going to kill me? Did Naraku really need me for something? What for? Either way, this whole situation hurt. Both physically and emotionally.
I tried to fight back, to pull my arms towards me, but he was so much stronger than me. "K-Kohaku, don't you recognize me? W-We were just talking, remember!? You were playing with the cat..."
The boy paused, his eyebrows knitting together as he stared at me. My blood coated the blade in his hands. For a second I thought I had gotten through to him, but his eyes glazed over once more and he stepped forward, grabbing me and forcing me onto my feet. I yelped, legs nearly giving out due to how deep the wounds were.
"Ow!"
He started to drag me to the other side of the cave, but came to a halt upon the sound of something swinging through the air. "Stop this, Kohaku!" A familiar voice begged, and next thing I knew Kohaku had shoved me roughly to the side as he jumped back- avoiding the hiraikotsu that swung at him. Sango had arrived.
A gust of wind in the room caught everyone's attention and Kagura appeared, walking up with her fan held tight in her hands. Her partially burned face was twisted in anger. "You're useless!" She told Kohaku, scowling at him. "Can't you capture one pathetic girl!?"
I twisted in the chains I was in, using my teeth to try and unwind them from my arms. Sango dashed over, leaping in the air and catching her weapon as it doubled back to her. "Kagura! Haven't you had enough already!? What do you want with Irene!?"
"What do I want?" She mused. "That's a funny question. I don't want anything to do with her, maybe aside from killing her. No, Naraku wants her for something involving our new friend… Anastasia's the one you should be asking."
"I won't let you get away with this!" Sango growled, standing in front of me protectively and readying the hiraikotsu. She wasn't even wearing her armor. Did… Did she rush here in a panic? I told Kagome not to tell her so this wouldn't happen! She's going to get badly hurt. "You're still wounded from our last fight; do you really want to risk fighting us again!?"
Kagura scoffed. The arm Kirara had bit was in a sling, her burns still visible despite clearly having been healed. "You wish. I'm not the person directly doing anything… Kohaku is the one who's going to capture this girl. Now don't do anything reckless, Sango; remember, your brother's life hangs in the balance."
Sango's eyes widened and a pained look crossed her face, bitter and pained. "You heathen…"
"Now go on, Kohaku! Grab the brat!"
Finally freeing myself from the chains, I looked up in time to see the boy running right at me. Sango held up her hiraikotsu defensively, but it was all she could to protect me as the boy jumped and used it as a boost, leaping through the air and pushing himself off a wall towards me. I panicked and grabbed the chain, trying to throw it at him to catch his leg, but he avoided it and caught it with his hand.
"Don't you get it!?" Kagura shouted. "You resist and Kohaku loses his life!"
Wait, what!? I thought that was only for Sango! Why me, too? Frick!
Kohaku swung the blade at me, but there was nothing I could do. The Shikigami weren't responding because my emotions weren't reacting with him as usual. They couldn't do anything with them. And if I attack Kohaku or even try to defend myself Naraku will kill him! There's no winning in this situation.
I-I need to do something! I rolled to the side, narrowing avoiding the kusarigama as it clanged off the stone. Anything! I don't want to die!
There has to something in this cave that can help. It's full of stone and rocks, right? That means there must be Serpentine Rock in here. If I can find it then I can-!
A scream ripped out of my lips as his weapon made contact with my back. I crashed hard onto my front and for a moment everything went black. When my eyes opened I could hear Kagura applauding Kohaku on his good work and Sango cursing her and Naraku, the female slayer's hands shaking as she gripped her weapon tightly. "I-I can't do anything…" Sango whimpered, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. "I'm so sorry…"
No. No, don't cry. This is why I didn't want you to come. I told Kagome not to tell you.
"Freaking hell…" I bit out, cringing. My body seriously hurt. "Jerks…"
If I can just focus…
"How did that stupid p-prayer go?"
I sniffed, struggling to push myself up. My arms felt like jello. I could hear Sango crying in the background. I wanted to make that stop. My beloved friend… please. I can't stand that noise; it twists something in my heart. This is all my fault.
No, it's not… I realized. Naraku is to blame.
He caused all of this. My fingers curled into fists and I sat on my knees, glaring at Kagura. She raised an eyebrow at me, intrigued, opening her fan and covering the burnt part of her face. Kohaku's footsteps were heading right at me. He was close. If I didn't do something now I would be brought to Naraku and probably killed, or worse- end up being controlled like Sango's brother. I can't let that happen. I refuse.
Shikigami… A red light shined at my feet and I pushed myself onto my feet, swaying from dizziness. I glared at nothing in the distance, eyes glimmering with rage. ...One more time.
I lifted a hand up, pointing it at the ceiling above Kagura and Kohaku's heads.
ATTACK!
Kagura swung her fan out to the side as soon the fire made contact with the ceiling, rocks crumbling down upon them. "Damn it! So this is what you were plotting!?" Her winds managed to move the rocks just enough to avoid the two of them being crushed, the debris separating us from Kagura and Kohaku as a result. Sango dashed forward, holding her hand out uselessly as she watched them fly away one of the wind sorceress' feathers before they could be completely buried.
"Kohaku!" The female demon slayer cried, eyes red and puffy with tears. Her arm lowered, hand curled against her chest as she lowered her head, voice quiet and shaky. Her lips curled back as she choked down a sob. "No… Kohaku…"
She fell to her knees, bringing her hands to her face. It took all the remaining strength I had to walk over to her, collapsing onto my rear once I was in reach. I was so lightheaded. "S-Sango… are you okay?"
"H-He's gone again…" The woman whispered. "Every time… I fail to stop him. A-And now... Irene, you…"
"...Sorry…"
"No." She shook her head, sniffling and taking a deep breath. Sango raised her head and looked at me. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I… I let you get hurt because of him. There's no excuse. I should be begging you for forgiveness…"
"N-Nothing…" I wheezed, grinning weakly at her. "...to forgive. You… can't fight him. H-He's your brother."
Her eyes widened. She then froze, feeling my arms around her shoulders.
"It's okay… I promise." So please stop crying. I don't like seeing you sad. It hurts. "I'm not mad."
A strangled noise escaped Sango's throat and she wrapped her arms tightly around my back, fingers digging into my kimono, narrowly avoiding my wounds. Her face pressed into my shoulder. She was trembling so badly; I didn't know what to do to make her feel better. So I did the only thing I could and mimicked what Maria did when I was upset, and I ran my fingers lightly up-and-down her back to comfort her.
"I'm sorry," She sobbed, "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay."
I wasn't sure how long we sat there, hugging each other and crying. I wondered how long Sango kept her feelings about Kohaku locked up, remaining strong around the group knowing that her younger brother was being forced to do terrible things. That she couldn't help him or stop him, no matter what she tried, without Naraku threatening to take Kohaku's life. If such a thing happened with Maria… I don't think I could withstand it.
It's too heartbreaking.
After a while Sango stopped crying, simply sitting there in my arms, and when she finally pulled away she refused to look at me. She wiped at her face, make-up completely ruined, hiccuping and sniffling whilst she did so. "I… I'm sorry. You didn't need to see me like that…"
I waved a hand lazily in the air, grinning foolishly. "It's fine, it's fine~ I cry all the time. Besides, I love hugs. They make you feel all nice and fuzzy inside."
A small giggle escaped her lips at that. She took a shaky breath and turned back to look at me. "I'm glad I found you when I did. A hunter found me and told me you went looking for a young boy dressed as a demon slayer… so I hurried as fast as I could."
I blinked. "Kagome wasn't the one to tell you?"
Sango knit her eyebrows together, frowning. "No… did you tell her you found Kohaku?"
"...I told her I found someone with the name Kohaku and that I was gonna do somethin' stupid, right after she told me your brother was alive and named Kohaku."
She sighed. "You're so reckless, Irene…"
"Hey~ so are you! And… everyone else. I'm just limited in how reckless I can be." Gods, I'm so sleepy. I yawned loudly, lowering my head as my eyelids drooped. "We should… probably go back to the others… and tell them about… the back road." Another yawn. Sango's head shot up, eyes wide.
"Back road?"
I nodded tiredly, waving a hand in the general direction of where I found the miner earlier. "Leads… to the castle. Can take it to get to Naraku. Yay…"
"Th-That's wonderful! ...Irene, are you okay? Oh, that's stupid question. Here."
She hoisted me up in her arms and carried me out of the cave, hiraikotsu strapped to her back.
…
We got back to the hut, but no one was there. Sango quickly got to work nursing my wounds, using the medicine Kagome had left behind in the hut. After she stitched my legs she began to bandage them, and as she did that she looked at me and asked, "Irene… why did you go alone?"
I blinked a couple times, brain not completely registering the question at first due to how exhausted it was. "Uh… what?" Sango sighed at me, finishing the knot and pulling my pants leg back down. She sat next to me, hands on her lap. Her expression was totally serious.
"Back in the cave… you said Kagome told you about Kohaku. You must have known that Naraku was using him, so why did you confront him alone? You were nearly killed, nonetheless captured! You should have told somebody!"
"I… did?" I was so confused. "I told you… I said to Kagome, "I'm gonna do somethin' stupid, don't tell Sango". I didn't want you sad or mad or… yeah. But Kagome ran off, so I figured she went and got you- but you said the hunter found you. "
"You should have told me!" Sango raised her voice and I flinched. Her expression softened and she reached out, placing a hand on my arm gently. "Irene… don't do things by yourself anymore. We're a team, right? More than that… we're friends. We're supposed to help each other."
"...I was trying to help…" I murmured quietly, feeling my eyes water. I grabbed the cloth of my hakama, clinging to it. "I-I went after him to confirm it was him, so I could let you know later he was okay. W-We were talking earlier and playing with a cat… a-and he was really nice to me. When he saw me in the cave he tried to warn me about the demons, b-but then Naraku took over. I-I just wanted you to smile again."
"Irene…"
"Hey!" The beaded door slammed open and Inuyasha stormed into the hut, Kagome, Shippō, and Miroku right behind him. "What the hell happened with you two!?"
Shippō hopped off of Miroku's shoulder and bounded on over to me, clinging to my arm. "Kagome came running looking for all of us saying you went searching for Kohaku on your own! A-And we couldn't find Sango anywhere!"
"You guys didn't get hurt, did you?" Miroku inquired, stepping forward and raking his eyes over our forms. "Irene, your clothes are covered in dirt and blood!"
"I-It's just a few scratches…" I stammered. I really didn't like him, but he actually looked concerned about me. It was strange. Wasn't he just a pervert? "I'll be fine. Sango fixed me up, so…"
Kagome let out a heavy sigh of relief, shoulders slumping over. "You seriously like to stress me out…"
"S-Sorry…" I cringed. "I-I don't intend to, but… it just kinda happens."
"Well," She said, placing her hands on her hips, "what matters is that you're safe now. Sango… how are you feeling? You didn't have to… you know…"
The woman looked at the ground, not answering for a moment. "I couldn't. But Irene used her Shikigami and scared them off."
"Them?" Inuyasha pressed.
"Kagura." Sango answered. Inuyasha clicked his tongue and cursed. "I guess you were right when you said you could smell her near the village the other day. Because she was here."
"Hmm…" Miroku hummed deeply, thinking about this. "I wonder if they knew we were coming here. Were they prepared for us to arrive? So quickly, too?"
Sango shook her head. "I'm not sure, but whatever it is they want Irene for something. Kagura told Kohaku to capture her, not to kill her. I think the only reason he kept attacking was to prevent her from escaping. Otherwise she might already be dead."
Oooh, I do not like that thought. "Um… when I tried to talk to him earlier- he… stopped for a moment." Everyone looked at me. "I-I think, even under Naraku's control, he can still hear us. So, Sango, I think… if we see him again… your voice might be able to reach him."
"...Really?" I nodded. "That's… good. Kohaku is still in there."
"Are you sure you're okay, Sango?" Miroku asked, stepping forward and kneeling down in front of us. He frowned, looking deeply concerned about her. "I know how much it hurts you when you have to face him… You can tell me anything, you know that."
Sango's face flushed a little and she ducked her head, fighting a smile. "I-It's alright. I already talked things out with Irene, so… I'm feeling a lot better now. At the moment, I'm more worried about her injuries. It'll be hard for her to walk the way she is right now."
"Pfft, I'll be fine!" I waved my hand again. "Don't worry about it! I'm used to getting beat up now!"
"That's… not a good thing." Shippō commented. He pressed his face to my arm and I paused, feeling almost guilty for trying to be my normal self and joking around the pain. "I was really scared when we couldn't find you… Please don't disappear again, Irene."
"...I'm sorry, Shippō." I reached over and slid my arm out of his grasp, pulling him up onto my lap. I pat his head gently. "I'll try not to do it again. Sango already gave me a lecture on that."
"Good! B-because I won't forgive you if you leave!" He said, sniffling.
"Irene," Miroku began, facing me, "where were you hurt?"
I blinked. "My… uh, arm was sliced and my legs got pretty cut up. But, like I said- Sango fixed me up, so-"
"Let me see."
"What; no! Stop that!" I smacked his hand away when he tried to get near my hakama. Miroku was persistent, setting his staff down and using both hands to try and lift up my pants legs. "I said stop it!"
"I-I'm just showing concern! It'll be good to get a second opinion on-!"
My foot made contact with his face and he was sent sprawling back, chuckling to himself.
"Ah, my goodness… those shapely legs certainly can kick!" Ew. Ew. Ew. So much gross. I curled up and scooted over to Sango, clinging her tightly and staring at Miroku disturbed. Shippō shook his head at him from my shoulder, making "tsk" sounds. "Mmhm." The monk sat up and rubbed his face, looking quite satisfied despite not accomplishing his mission. Lecher. "Eh- Sango, why do you look so mad…?"
"Keep. Your hands. Off her!" She growled. "Or do I have to beat your head in, too!?"
"And now he's gone and made her angry." Inuyasha said, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the wall. "Surprise, surprise…"
"Anyway," Kagome began, clapping her hands together, "excitement aside… did someone find out anything about how to get to the castle?"
Everyone began to shake their heads and inform each other of their bad luck, before I excitedly began to wave my hands in the air. They almost looked startled by my act of childishness. "I did, I did! Sango and I found a cave!"
"How's a cave gonna get us closer to the castle?" Inuyasha demanded, raising an eyebrow.
I pouted. "It's through the cave. There's a back road!"
Shippō looked at me. "You're in a good mood today. Last time I've seen you this happy was back at Kaede's when Kagome first made the bentos."
"I'm comfortable now." I responded, shrugging. "It's weird. But anyway! When I was looking for Kohaku I found this miner who was searching for gold, and he said that the path leads to the castle!"
Inuyasha grinned. "You really do seem enthusiastic today. Finally! You've stopped moping."
"As I said," I began once more, grinning, "I'm comfortable. Sango and I are officially besties and, like, I mean, we're closer to finding Maria! I'm excited! Today's a good day! Minus… you know, the sad parts."
He snorted. "Is that how it works?"
I pointed at him. "...Yes!"
Densuke suddenly walked into the room from the back. "Your beds are ready, everyone! Will you be staying the night again?"
Sango nodded. "It would probably be a good idea. We can head out early in the morning."
"Alrighty!" Kagome exclaimed, heading over to grab her pajamas, "I'm all for sleeping in a bed one more time before having to go back to grass! Woo!"
"Goodnight, guys!" Shippō exclaimed, bouncing off after Kagome to join her for cuddles. "Sleep tight! Don't let the demons bite!"
That was adorable. I grimaced when I tried to stand, the pain in my legs making it hard to walk. Kohaku's kusarigama was seriously sharp. He really didn't hold back. Actually, he probably did considering I'm still alive. Oof. That's stressful.
"Here, let me help you." Sango said, wrapping one of her arms around my waist. "It's the least I can do after today."
"Th-Thank you…"
Chapter 11: Mansion in the Woods
Chapter Text
The trek through the caves was a lot easier this time around with company. Any demons that flew by were instantly destroyed by either Miroku or Inuyasha, and the entire way I got to ride on Kirara's back with Shippō. I felt bad for burdening the cat demon like this, but she didn't seem to mind. The pass through the the forest was a lot easier, too.
The first day went by fairly quick. The next day even faster. By the time the third day came around we wound up rescuing several young women from demons.
They weren't even very powerful demons; Inuyasha could defeat them with his bare hands. Miroku used his staff to swat and purify them, and before long the battle was over. All that was left was a single demon clinging to Inuyasha's arm and the monk got rid of it easily enough. It was the least stressful battle yet. Shippō and I just kind of lounged on Kirara's back while it happened, watching the scene take place.
As Miroku exorcized the last demon, the women began to approach them. "Oh, thank you, monk! Thank you!" A girl in a blue kimono cried, clasping her hands together. "If you didn't show up… I dread to think of what might've happened to us!"
"Yes!" Her friend nodded, "Thank you! Oh, and your friend, too…" She eyed Inuyasha for a moment, a smile on her face. "You men are so strong!"
Well, I'm uncomfortable already. I turned my head away, feeling as if I was intruding on something. I hated being in the middle of these kinds of conversations, but at least it wasn't me being hit on this time. Miroku laughed, "Well, we're here now, ladies, so there's no need to fear. Might I ask your names?"
The girl in the blue kimono spoke first, "I'm Yurihime. It's so wonderful to meet you."
I can't believe Miroku was correct about them being beautiful just by their screams. He's really on a different level of pervert. Yurihime had long black hair tied back in a braid, draping over her shoulder elegantly. Her brown eyes glimmered in the sun, pale skin showing that she didn't go outside often. The girl in the pink kimono introduced herself as Koto. Her brown hair was tied more modestly to cover her shoulders, stopping just below her chest. Kinu, the woman in the brown kimono, had black hair and grey eyes. Her hair was hanging freely, bangs cut in a straight fringe across her forehead. They were all beautiful young women and… I found myself oddly unsettled by this. And that's not even mentioning their flattery.
"You're both so handsome! I can't believe such good looking strangers came to our rescue!"
Koto glanced over at the rest of us, eyes widening. She stepped forward, hands laced together in front of her skirt. "Oh, and your lady companions are simply lovely! The woman in the kimono especially…" Koto glanced over at Sango appreciatively, before her eyes shot up to Kagome. "Your hair! It's so dark and silky in appearance! How wonderful!"
She stepped forward, reaching out and gingerly grabbing a lock of Kagome's hair and feeling it between her fingers.
"Truly… wonderful..."
Okay, this is getting really weird. I looked at them uncertainly, speaking up and saying, "A-Are you guys really okay? The demons didn't hurt you before we got here, did they?"
Yurihime focused on me, bringing her hand up to her lips. "No, you saved us before they could… Are you from a far away land? Your hair is cut so short! My goodness, you… you're just adorable!" I shifted uncomfortably, tugging at the green sweater I was wearing- more than grateful that Kagome had mended it.
"Um… thanks. You're quite cute yourself, miss."
She giggled at me, only to have her attention snatched by Miroku when he rested a hand lightly on her lower back. He leaned in close, smiling at her. "I just can't keep my eyes off such a beauty… might I be permitted to ask where you live? It'd be dangerous for you and your lovely friends to walk home alone."
Sango stormed up, smacking Miroku hard upside the head. The monk stumbled sideways and grabbed his head, staff dropping to the ground. "Honestly, monk!" She exclaimed, "Can't you control yourself for five minutes!? This is down right humiliating!"
Inuyasha shook his head. "There they go again… but whatever. It looks like there aren't anymore demons around here, so we should keep going."
"You're right." Kagome agreed. She pulled away from Koto, grabbing at her hair and eyeing the stranger weirdly. What was their fascination with all of our appearances? I didn't understand it. "We need to hurry; the castle is still a long ways from here."
"So soon!?" Yurihime exclaimed, hands curled to her chest. "I-I still need to show my appreciation for you saving us! Please, come to our mansion?"
Miroku stood, partially recovered from Sango's hit, and and offered a charming grin. "We would love to go with you." He purred. "I humbly accept."
"Oi, Miroku." Inuyasha drawled, crossing his arms. "Why in the world do we need to do that? Naraku is more important than some women!"
"Yeah." Sango agreed, glaring at the monk. "No more distractions!"
Koto stepped forward, latching onto Sango's arm and startling the demon slayer. "Please, wait! We'll prepare you food and ready baths! I'm sure you must be exhausted from travelling. Let us help!"
"Actually," Inuyasha said, eyebrows raising as he started to be persuaded by his rumbling stomach, "I'm starvin'. We've been travelling for a while and there hasn't been much game around here to catch."
Koto smiled warmly at him. "We'll prepare meat and fish, oh- and mountain vegetables! You mustn't travel on an empty stomach! The road ahead is so dangerous!"
Kinu nodded, worried. "There are a lot of demons further down this road…"
"Maybe it would be a good idea to go to the mansion…" Kagome looked bothered by their words. "A hot bath sounds nice, too…"
Real food and a hot bath? I don't think I've had a hot bath during my time here at all. I was always diving into cold lakes and river streams. Being able to soak in hot water sounded amazing and I found myself rather tempted by the offer. These women seemed way too… nice... for my liking, but maybe I was just being paranoid. There are a lot of people in these times who offer their homes to travelers in need.
I think I'm just antsy from being attacked so much. I feel as if anything could be a trap.
Sango gave Kagome a hesitant look before giving in, sighing. "It would be bad to keep going unprepared… What do you think, Irene?" She looked at me. I tensed, seeing the way everyone turned their gazes to me expectantly. There was no way I could voice my opinion now. They all wanted to go to the mansion so badly, whether it be for the food or the bath. Only Sango seemed reluctant.
"I… um. I guess. Whatever you guys want is fine."
"...But you don't want to?" She inquired, tilting her head curiously at me. "How come?"
I gave an awkward shrug. "I-I just… I dunno. It's weird. Let's just go to the mansion."
They were always so stressed out, risking their lives day-after-day. I didn't want to ruin their fun. Inuyasha stared for a moment and then turned to women, smiling. "It's settled then. We'll follow you to the mansion. It would be rude to refuse an invitation."
He wasn't wrong. No one could argue against his logic, nor did they desire to, and so we followed the women to their mansion. There Kirara set me down and transformed back into her little kitten state, jumping into my arms. I limped slowly after everyone, unable to move too fast because of my injuries. Kinu and Koto took the liberty of separating the females from the males, having us put into separate rooms, while Yurihime went and prepared the bathhouse.
"Are you doing well, Irene?" Sango asked, seeing me wince when I sat down. "Does it still hurt?"
"Mostly just my back," I answered truthfully, petting Kirara as she curled in my lap, "but otherwise I'm fine."
Kagome frowned and made her way over. "Let me see." She lifted the back of my shirt up to see the stitches. "They didn't open, which is good. Let me put on some ointment and bandages, that way you can get into the bath and not worry about it getting soaked." She pulled her backpack over and got into her first-aid kit. "I'm surprised you didn't use your Shikigami to heal yourself."
"Frick, I could have, couldn't I?" I exclaimed. I let out a noise, disappointed in myself. "Fun, fun. Well, you guys are already using so much medicine on it- might as well let it heal naturally the rest of the way. Right?"
"That's true." She said. "Still… I don't like how you're always getting injured."
"...I know."
Sango took out a cloth and began to polish her hiraikotsu. "Did something seem weird about those women to you?" She suddenly asked, refusing to look at us. "I have this bad feeling."
Kagome shook her head. "Are you sure it's not just because of Miroku?"
The woman almost dropped her weapon. "Wh-What!? Why bring him up!? That monk has nothing to do with this!" Her face was bright red, the blush all over her cheeks. I stared at her, eyes wide, realizing very quickly that she had a crush on the perverted monk. "I'm just saying something isn't right about these people! They strike me as odd."
"Uh-huh." Kagome clearly didn't believe her. "Sure. I think you're just overreacting Sango. What do you say, Irene?"
"Um…" Frick. How dare she put me in the middle of all this. "I-I'm with Sango on this… sorry. I-I just don't feel…" What was the word for it? Safe. "I dunno. I just don't really trust them?"
"Thank you!" Sango exclaimed. "I'm glad someone is on my side."
Kagome frowned. "That's not fair, Sango. You know I didn't mean it that way..." She pulled my shirt down and stood, walking over to grab the towels Kinu left by the door. "Now- why don't we all calm down by taking a nice relaxing bath? I'm sure it would do us all some good!"
The demon slayer let out a sigh. "I suppose… I'm sorry, Kagome. I shouldn't have snapped."
"Don't worry about it! It's been a rough few days." Kagome looked down at me. "I'll show you what to do in the bath, okay, Irene? You probably aren't used to the ones here in Japan."
I blinked. "Um, okay."
What on earth could be so different about them?
...
As it turned out they were vastly different. Before we could actually get into the bath we had to clean ourselves with a small rag using a cold bucket of water, removing grime and dirt. It reminded me greatly of the public swimming pools back home, though I had only ever went to those when I was little and could actively play around. Towels were allowed, though they couldn't touch the water, and Kagome and Sango tied their hair up.
And the worst part was that we had to bathe together.
I disliked changing in front of others, but that was totally different from being exposed completely. I think the last person who saw me naked was my mother- and that was when I was a little kid and couldn't wash my hair by myself yet. Ick. I feel so gross. I don't like this. Do I have to?
Hot water sounded amazing, but… with others?
Kagome and Sango seemed unbothered by each other's presence and got in the hot spring, relaxing into the water and sighing happily. I hesitated, holding the towel over my form and staring down at the water below. How to do this without revealing myself…? Hmm. Predicaments.
"What's the matter?" Sango asked curiously, seeing the way I was just standing there. "It's only us girls; you don't have to worry about Inuyasha or Miroku walking in. No need to be shy."
"I-I'm not… shy." I awkwardly responded, touching my toe into the water and nearly recoiling at its heat. I was so used to the icy lakes I had been using to clean myself with; it felt so strange against my skin now. The air in the room was so steamy and almost suffocating. "I-I just…"
Kagome blinked, seeming to reach an understanding faster than Sango did as to why I was behaving this way. "Oh, I get it! You're not used to this, are you? Americans do things so differently from us. Want Sango and I to turn away while you get in?"
I looked at her, surprised. "R-Really? Um, please…"
Sango hummed. "Is that what it was? Haha. Don't worry about." She and Kagome turned so their backs were facing me, and with a shaky breath I dropped the towel and slid into the water. "You good?"
Effectively hiding my body from the shoulders down, I let out an informative noise. As they moved and got comfortable, it was then I caught sight of the scar on Sango's back. It was a large, nasty looking piece of flesh. I could only assume it was from the incident… when Kohaku got possessed and killed everyone. Gods, how does she function? She's incredible.
"This is so nice…" Kagome moaned, sinking into the water. "It's been so long."
Seriously? She gets normal baths at home.
Sango just nodded her head. "Agreed. Maybe I was wrong after all… it was so nice of those women to set this up for us."
I remained silent, thinking deeply about everything. This felt so casual, so… normal. It was unnerving. Was it really alright for us to just lounge about in this bath when we could be making our way towards Naraku's castle? What about Maria? Shouldn't there be more that we need to be doing?
"Sometimes you just gotta relax." Kagome commented, stretching her arms out in front of her. "The search for Naraku and the jewels shards can be so harrowing sometimes!"
"...Why don't we talk about something else then?" Sango suggested. "How did your battle with those exams go? Did you defeat them?"
What? Oh my gods, that's adorable. I sat up, looking at the females and fighting a smile. Did she really think exams were demons? I love it.
"Barely." Kagome held her head to side, propping her elbow up on the stone wall and pressing her hand to her cheek. "I studied so much, but then I forgot my notes… my little brother had to deliver them to class for me. It was a nightmare."
"That was nice of him." She said, smiling. "He cares for you. It's something to be grateful for."
"Y-Yeah…" Kagome realized what she said and looked almost guilty, before she quickly turned her head and looked at me. "Anyway! Irene! Tell me; what are things like back where you're from? You're… nineteen, aren't you? Do you have a boyfriend?"
I blinked, sinking back into the water slowly. "No. I don't deal with relationships."
She and Sango both looked shocked. "What, why?"
"Aren't you at least interested in someone?" Sango asked. I shook my head. "How come?"
I shrugged. "I'm just not. You guys are crushing on people though, aren't you?"
"Not me." Sango said, shaking her head. I snorted at that. "What!?"
"Don't you like Miroku?" Her face flared red. Ah, yes. There it is. "Knew it."
"I-I do not like him! I said this before already! A-And if we're talking about who likes who, then what about Kagome? She's clearly in love with Inuyasha!"
"I am not in love with him! I… like him a minimal amount and that's it."
"Suuure."
"Anyway, why are we talking about us? We were talking about you." Kagome exclaimed, facing me. She and Sango were in front of me now, frowning and intent on getting information. What it was, I was uncertain. "Don't you ever want to date someone? Maybe go to the movies or on a walk…?"
I was up to my nose in the water now, attempting to hide from their prying eyes.
"...I like reading stories about it…"
I finally said, lifting my head up out of the water just enough so they could hear me. It was getting a bit harder to breathe in here. I was going to have to get out soon. Still, it felt wonderful to sit in hot water. I missed showers so much. It stung a little at first since it had been a while, but now that my body was adjusted to it my skin was super happy.
"I feel… I feel like being in a relationship would be really stressful." I admitted, recalling all the times the people I spoke to at school had drama with their significant others. Then there were my siblings- who often ended up with abusive people more often than not. Thankfully Maria had landed someone who treated her right after enough trauma, so she was doing pretty good until… well, we were brought here. I don't even think I could handle being in a relationship. "I-I wouldn't… know how to act a-and… I probably wouldn't be able to do half the stuff expected of me."
"Like what?" Sango asked, concerned. "Marriage?"
Marriage often leads to kids. So… yes. That. Kagome's eyes widened. "Oh my god. You've never even been on a date before, have you!?"
"N-No?" Why was I feeling so embarrassed? It was almost as if… I were ashamed of this fact. I wasn't. I was perfectly content being single. So why did I feel so bad about it now? "It's not like I really cared about it before. I turned down anyone who asked."
Sango let out a small gasp, bringing a hand up to her mouth in shock. "So there were people!"
"No! They were all kinda… creepy." I made a face. "I mean, I was flattered but… I just wasn't interested. They weren't my type."
"What's your type then?" Kagome asked, leaning forward and grinning. "Maybe you'll meet someone here!"
Um, no thank you. I scooted away, lifting my arms out of the water and coughing some as I turned around and held onto the side wall. I needed fresh air. It was too hot in here. I can't breathe. My heart rate was starting to pick up, and I was starting to think that being so flustered was making things worse. I avoided conversations like this back in my time, so having it now was really throwing me for a loop. "I-I don't know? Fictional? I can't tell you how many times I had Robin marry Henry from Awakening and Corrin to Subaki in Fates. Gods, I love them. They're so great."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'm assuming those are video games. And Irene- those don't count! I'm talking about real people! Flesh and blood!" Kagome exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest. "What do you like in a guy?"
How does she even know that I'm straight? For all anyone knows I could be bisexual or lesbian. Yeesh. Wait, she's from 1996. A lot of people weren't out and comfortable with their sexuality then, I don't believe… hmm. That explains things. Still, she wasn't wrong. Women were gorgeous, but any crushes I had were on guys. Lame. "Um... I don't know. Lots of sarcasm? I like to banter and joke, so... yeah. Uh… he has to be super smart, too, I guess. Like, this dude has got to be smarter than me."
I really liked people who were intelligent, mainly because I was not. I did not want to deal with another me.
"And..." I remembered some of the people I met back when I was still in school and made a face. "...he better not act like an idiot. Oh, but like- I am an idiot, so he has to be able to tolerate that and my nonsense because I like to talk. A lot. And I can be super slow when it comes to understanding certain stuff, so patience is definitely a thing." My eyebrows knit together at that and leaned my head down against my arms, thinking. This was actually starting to amuse me slightly, imagining a person that couldn't possibly exist. "And, um, he has to be confident, you know? Maybe kinda arrogant, but isn't a jerk about it?"
"Ohh." Kagome giggled. "I see. You like the mature, serious guys."
I choked. I don't know why, but the way she put that had me sputtering like a fool- face completely red. Sango was smiling, amused by all of this. "Y-You make it sound so weird!"
"I think it's cute." Sango said. "It makes sense, too, given your personality."
I slumped my shoulders, chewing on my bottom lip. "My personality…? Is that a bad thing?"
"No. I just mean… oh, how do I put this?" The brunette thought for a moment. "You're really kind, Irene, and you don't really put yourself first. You get along with children really easily because you yourself have a childish part of you. You know when to be serious, but don't know how to act about it. If I have to find a way to describe it, I'd say you prefer a person who's the total opposite of you. Someone who can balance out your recklessness and take charge when needed. A man who... A man who can teach you to be a little selfish from time-to-time, and point out when you're being too selfless."
Ah. Okay. I didn't really agree with the selfless bit, but sure. "That… makes sense." I was surprised they were even taking this so seriously.
My description had been completely hypothetical; no one like that actually existed. They were being ridiculous.
Suddenly there was knocking of the floor and the bathhouse door slid open. Koto was sitting on her knees, looking inside at us. "Dinner is almost ready, everyone. Please, finish your bath and make your way to the main hall; we'll escort you to the room where you and your friends will be eating. I hope you all are enjoying yourselves?"
"Oh, yes!" Sango said, offering a sweet smile to the woman. "Thank you."
"This bath is amazing!" Kagome told her. "You guys are complete angels for doing this! Really!"
"Aw, you're so kind to say that." Koto blushed. "Thank you. And what about you, miss? Are you enjoying yourself?" She looked at me, expecting an answer. I hesitated.
"Um… yeah. Thank you."
Something flashed in her eyes and I tensed, not liking what I saw, but it happened so fast I wondered if I imagined it. She smiled at me. "That's good. I'll be waiting for you all in the hall. We have spare kimonos for you all to wear once you are done." She slid the door shut and left. I felt cold.
"Honestly, this place is so nice!" Kagome exclaimed. "I love it here."
"I think I was wrong about them." Sango said. "...Irene? What's wrong?"
"H-Huh?" I jumped, looking over my shoulder at her. "Oh, uh, nothing. Sorry. I zoned out."
"I see… well, I suppose we should get going. Don't want to keep the boys waiting."
"Yes." Kagome agreed.
…
This kimono felt so fancy. It was a dark green with pink cherry blossoms embroidered into it, and underneath I wore a white juban as underwear. It felt so breezy. I swung my arms back and forth a few times, to the amusement of my female companions, and we made our way to the main hall where we were greeted with Miroku, Inuyasha, and Shippō. They were all wearing their own kimonos, too.
Sango's was a lovely purple with lighter purple bellflowers, and Kagome's had a pink base with white daisies. Miroku had a simple black kimono, Inuyasha a grey one, and Shippō was given the tiniest little light green kimono in existence- and it was completely covered in dark leaves. The fox demon was adorable. Miroku instantly began to flirt with Sango upon seeing her in her new attire, but she shut him up soon enough when his hand got a little too close to her hips. He then tried to butter up Kagome, but she took several steps away and hid next to Inuyasha who rolled his eyes at the monk's behavior. The second Miroku tried to approach me Sango grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back, bringing a leg up and pressing a knee to his spine threateningly.
"Don't. Even. Try it." She growled. I mouthed a silent "thank you" to her and she flashed me a quick smile, glaring at Miroku once more as soon as she was done. The demon slayer proceeded to stand in front of me protectively after that, eyes so malicious that if dark looks could kill Miroku would already be six feet under the dirt.
I loved this woman. She was amazing.
Kinu and Koto soon showed up, explaining that they and Yurihime had just finished setting up the tables, and escorted us the dining room. There we sat down: Inuyasha, Sango, and myself on one side of the room with Kagome, Shippō, and Miroku on the other. The tables were really these little rectangular stools with trays of food resting on them. I watched the others sitting, observing how they were all on their knees to preserve room, while Inuyasha crossed his legs like… well the way I used to. So I sat with my legs out to the side, unable to sit the same way he was due to my kimono and leg wounds. Grr.
Still… the food smelled delicious.
"My goodness!" Kagome exclaimed, viewing her plate. "There's so much food; I don't think I'll be able to finish all of this in one go!"
"I believe in you!" I told her, currently debating which was the best way to tackle it. Should I start with the meat or fruit? Both looked so good. I was definitely leaning towards the meat. Yup, that's it- I grabbed the chopsticks and proceeded to grab a huge piece of… whatever it was and ate it. Tasted like pork. Mmm. It was covered in some kind of sauce. "This is delicious!"
Koto giggled. "Why, thank you. I worked very hard on it."
"She loves to impress." Kinu whispered, holding a hand up to her face in an attempt to appear secretive. Koto gasped, but didn't act offended. "I'm kidding, sister!"
"Not in front of the guests! That's so embarrassing…" She covered her face with her large sleeve. "Anyway, I need to go tend to the laundry… so I'll be out for a while. Would you like to join me, Kinu?"
"Of course! Two work faster than one." The two women were about to head out, turning and bowing to us first. "Thank you so much for saving us earlier. We pray this will help you, if only a little, for your journey."
Miroku flashed them a brilliant grin. "Oh, for you I'd do anything."
There was a thud and Miroku yelped. Sango had reached out and pinched his leg- causing him to bump the table with his knee in response. I didn't even flinch; in fact, I snickered a little. He really needed to learn some respect. Women weren't objects. And aside from that same arguing, diner was relatively peaceful. It was nice. I began to feel bad for ever doubting the women's intentions. They really were just trying to help.
"I'm so full…" Kagome said, leaning back with a hand on her stomach. "I haven't eaten a meal like that in ages. Wow."
It was pretty darn tasty.
"Agreed." Sango wiped the remnants off her face with a napkin, looking elegant as she did so. I brought a hand up to my mouth and burped- but it was completely overshadowed by Inuyasha's loud Brrrrrrup! Kagome's eyes went wide. "Oh my."
Inuyasha fell onto his back, arms behind his head. "That was delicious! Better than any game I've caught. Damn. We need to do this more often."
Shippō shook his head. "You were the one always against these things, Inuyasha."
"Yeah, well, I've changed my mind."
Yurihime smiled as she watched us, entering the room quietly. "I trust the meals were satisfactory?"
"Oh, yes!" Miroku exclaimed, standing. Sango tensed as the monk made his way over to the young woman, grasping her hands in his. "Not only are you a beautiful woman, but your cooking is incredible! You would make an amazing wife."
"M-Monk! You flatter me so…"
"I never flatter." He told her, leaning in close. Their noses were almost touching. I leaned back, hands gripping the table, and watched the girl react with disgust on my face. Was she seriously falling for such an act? "I only speak the truth."
Yurihime looked doubtful for a moment. "Really?" He nodded.
"Really…"
Inuyasha sat up and leaned over the table, whispering to us, "He seriously lays it on, doesn't he?" I nodded, nose scrunching up.
"Yeah, he does. It's gross."
Sango's hands twitched, her fingers gripping her chopsticks tightly. "A monk, huh? What about that vow of chastity?"
"Pretty sure he lost it a long time ago." Inuyasha responded thoughtlessly, and a loud SNAP echoed around the room. I jumped, looking at the demon slayer with big eyes. "Uh… you good?"
"S-Sango, y-your chopsticks!" She broke them so easily. "Are you mad? Did we make you mad?"
Kagome shook her head. "It's because of Miroku…"
"Monk," Yurihime began quietly, "would you like to go for a walk outside with me? It's such a beautiful night!"
He grasped her hand, lacing the woman's fingers with his. "I would love to. Let's go!" With that they headed out of the room, Miroku letting the woman take the lead, a stupid grin on his face. I let out a sound of distaste.
"Annnnd they're gone. Wow."
"Is he what you would call a ladies' man?" Shippō asked, completely innocent, genuine curiosity on his face. "I think that's what it is…"
Kagome looked at Sango worriedly. "Hey, is it really alright to let them go like that?"
"Yeah!" I got halfway up, ready to chase after him and bring him back. "Want me to go get him? I'll smack him upside the head for you and everything!"
The demon slayer turned her head, snapping rather loudly, "It doesn't have anything to do with me! That perverted monk can do what he wants; I don't care!"
Shippō frowned, murmuring, "Am I the only one here that sees that you do…?"
"I-I already said I don't care about him! Just drop it."
As much as I hated it, Sango really did like Miroku. The poor woman. She had such bad taste in men. Still, I wanted to support her… even if I didn't really like him as a person. What was Miroku's deal with Naraku, anyway? I still didn't know his side of the story. Something about his right hand, I think was said to me. It was so long ago and so much has happened since then the details are foggy.
"...Why is Miroku travelling with us?" I asked abruptly, not really thinking about it. Everyone looked at me. "I-I mean, I know… Shippō and Sango's reason, but I don't know anything about Miroku. I think Shippō told me something was wrong with his right hand, but I don't… really think he went into the details about."
"Right." Kagome nodded, looking down. "I guess we should tell you, huh? The issue with his hand is the Wind Tunnel."
"The what tunnel?"
"The Wind Tunnel." She explained. "It's a curse that was put on him by Naraku."
I don't get it. "How is it a curse? Doesn't he kill demons with it?"
Inuyasha shook his head. "It's not that simple."
"As time goes by the Wind Tunnel grows," Kagome continued, voice growing sad, "eventually the very thing he uses to swallow demons… will swallow him up, too. It's a curse put on his family, so a member of each generation has to deal with it. This time it's Miroku's turn, who had lost his father to the Wind Tunnel. If he can't defeat Naraku in time, then Miroku…"
Oh no. No, no, no. Don't you dare try and make me feel bad for him. I hate that pervert. There's no reason to try and justify his actions by telling me about this. I don't care if Miroku… if Miroku…
"Dies?" My voice cracked. I swallowed down the lump in my throat, trying to ignore the bad feeling in my stomach. I felt so terrible for the way I treated him.
He's been living all this time, knowing he might die a painful death. That he would be enveloped by his own hand. Is that why he acts so carefree, trying to live life to the fullest before it ends so suddenly? Oh gods. I brought my hands up, covering my mouth as I leaned over, eyes starting to burn. "Irene, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"I… I've been so mean to him." I choked. I couldn't look at them, too guilty and ashamed of my actions. "H-He's went through so much- is going through so much. A-And… And I never even held a proper conversation with him because of… because of how he… I'm such a jerk!"
I can't. I can't do this. I need to apologize. I don't necessarily like him, but I don't want him to die. Especially not if Sango cares for him. I stood, wiping at my face and taking shaky breaths, and stumbled around the table to reach the doors. I was about to slide them open when I heard Koto speak from the other side.
"Soon…"
"Yes," Kinu's voice agreed cheerfully, "very soon! I want the girl with the short hair…"
"The demon slayer is mine. She looks the most delicious…"
What on earth is…? I froze for a moment, the worst coming to mind, and I took a few steps back. I could hear Kagome call out to me, but I didn't answer. I looked back at the group, seeing the way they were staring at me, and I sniffled. Something was wrong.
This really isn't good. I need to- frick.
Kagome. She was saying something. I made to walk around the circle of people to get over to her, praying she would listen to me, when I lost my footing. I yelped and Shippō quickly darted out of the way, shouting, and in my attempt to catch myself I ended up smacking the wall and landing behind a room divider. "Ow…"
"A-Are you alright?" Sango exclaimed, standing. "Irene, your injuries! They aren't worse, are they!?"
"N-Nope. M'fine." I grumbled, back stinging. My legs seriously stung. I groaned, not getting up at first, and opened my eyes to find myself staring at something beside me. It looked like some kind of writing, but it was hiragana and I couldn't read it. Or was it katakana? I don't freaking know; I only know how to read English and a little bit of Spanish. "What the…?"
I sat up, bringing my hand up and touching it. It looked like paint, but...
"Uh… can someone come over here? I found something… gross?"
...it was wet.
"What do you mean gross?" Shippō asked. "Is it a dead bug?"
"No, it's… it's just gross! And… creepy." Eyes adjusting to the darkness of this small space I noticed the liquid was red. A haunting shade of it. "I-Inuyasha-"
I could hear him moving as he got up, the half-demon making his way over. "Such a scaredy-cat!" He grouched. "Do I have to do everything for you? Jeez." Inuyasha pulled the divider out of the way so he could squeeze into the small space next to the wall, squatting down and sitting next to me. He stared at my fingers with narrowed eyes, nose twitching. "What the…?"
He sniffed the air again, catching the scent of the paint, before turning his gaze to the wall.
"That's… blood."
"What?" Kagome asked, raising her voice as she stood. "Blood!?"
Inuyasha moved closer, nose almost touching the wall. It wasn't paint? Oh gods. "No doubt about it; that's human blood. And it's fresh."
"I wonder what happened…" Kagome murmured, pressing a hand to her chin. "This doesn't sound good at all."
I scooted away from the wall and wiped the blood off my fingers, shaking a little as I thought about what this could mean. I was still upset over the conversation earlier, but now… if those women weren't really as kind as they seemed, then… Miroku is in trouble. He's going to get hurt. "I-I dunno," I stammered, "but I… I heard them talking earlier when I went to… leave a-and I-I don't think this mansion was a good idea. W-We need to find Miroku."
"Yes." Sango said, glancing at the door. "I'm getting worried… but if we all leave at once they might get suspicious. What should we do? I don't want to risk them doing anything that would further endanger his life if we get found out."
Well, for starters we should stop speaking so loudly about this. I scrambled onto my feet and wobbled a little, clapping my hands together and holding a finger up to my lips to shush them. "Not so loud~! They'll hear us."
Inuyasha's dog ears twitched. "Yeah… they're right outside the door."
Shippō hugged himself, shrinking down to the floor. "I don't like this, you guys… This is scary."
"I knew something was wrong about them." Sango muttered. "Damn."
She carefully made her way towards the door, gesturing at me and Kagome. We blinked and carefully followed her out, Inuyasha waiting nearby and listening intently for any warning signs. He sat on guard, ready to jump out and attack if need be. Sango, holding three fingers up, silently counted down for when she would open the door.
Hands grasping the side, she slid it open to reveal the hallway. Kinu and Koto stopped whispering and turned, looking at us surprised. "Oh? You're finished already?"
"Don't you want to eat some more? We can bring out dessert if you'd like."
"A-Actually," I said, hiding behind Sango as the girl shielded me habitually from view, "I need to go the bathroom…"
"I actually need to go as well." Kagome sheepishly admitted, playing along. Her face turned a bit pink, so I wondered if she was telling the truth. "Sango was just going to walk with us- us girls gotta stay together, you know?"
"Yes…" Koto said slowly, her eyes focusing on me. "Is something the matter, Irene? You look upset…"
"What? Uh, no. I just… really need to go." I laughed awkwardly, heart pounding hard in my chest. Were they really a bunch of a murderers? It was so unnerving talking with them. "I-I don't like new places, so…"
Kinu frowned deeply. "If that's the case you should just wait until the meal is completely finished. Fighting demons will take away your strength, will it not? Wait until after you've eaten it all to go clean up."
Sango knitted her eyebrows together. "Wait to go use the bathroom?"
"Yes. Please, go back to the room…"
"Why should we?" Sango asked, narrowing her eyes. "Why can't we go now?"
Koto tilted her head, scowling. "They've figured us out…" She turned her head to look at Kinu, expression growing blank. "Until Yurihime obtains the monk's liver, don't let them leave the mansion. I'll go get the others."
Kinu smiled at that. "Oh? How wonderful." She turned back to face us, eyes landing on me once more. "I'll get my meal after all…"
A cold chill went down my spine and I stepped back, disturbed by the hungry look in her gaze. Her skin seemed to shred off of her body, being replaced by green scales, her dark hair flowing wildly around her. The sclera of her eyes turned a bright red, her iris becoming pitch black. The woman's nails elongated into sharp claws, and within a single instant she lunged at me.
Kagome yelped and threw herself to the side to get out of the way, and Sango rammed a hand hard into my chest to push me down. She threw herself in front of me and flexed her arm, a blade ripping out of her armguard and tearing her kimono sleeve. The woman slashed at the demon, tearing its scales and sending it leaping back. "Damn…!" It cursed. "Of course the slayer would be wearing concealed weapons…"
"You won't get away with this!" Sango shouted. "We'll stop you!"
"Ha!" Kinu laughed. "I'd like to see you try!"
The scaly demon lunged, but didn't get very far as Inuyasha knocked the door down. He didn't have tetsusaiga on his person so he used his hands instead, clawing at the female demon and scratching her face. "Hrah! Iron Reaver Soul Stealer!" Blood spurted from her injuries and she raised her hands to her face, screaming.
"My eyes~! I can't see! Damn you, half-demon! I'll kill you for this!"
She charged, lunging blindly. Inuyasha jumped out of the way and made to claw her again, but Kinu heard him coming and smacked him back with her tail. Inuyasha rammed hard into the wall behind us, crashing into the next room over.
"Flesh… I need flesh! Girl, where are you!?"
What!? Oh frick, she's talking about me! Why!? I stumbled back and tried to spark some flames on my fingers. Kagome was rushing to the other side of the mansion where our clothes and their weapons were resting. She needed her arrows and Inuyasha required his sword. Shippō shrieked and pulled out a toy snake, throwing it at the lizard demon as soon as it started to charge in mine and Sango's direction. "T-Take this! Fox magic!"
The snake increased in size and snapped at the demon, but other than startling it the illusion had little effect. Kinu caught the snake in her mouth and snapped it in half with her fangs. Shippō backed away, tears in his eyes.
"Th-This isn't good… Sango, Inuyasha- help!"
"On it!" The woman shouted, running at the demon. "Inuyasha!"
"Got it!"
He quickly caught up with her, running at full speed alongside the slayer, and together they both leapt and swung at the beast. Sango's arm blade slashed at its stomach, tearing into Kinu's body, and Inuyasha clawed at the demon's throat. He went so far as to dig his hand into it, nearly decapitating the female demon as he slit her neck wide open. The demon wailed and let out a gurgled cry, before falling back and disintegrating into nothing but bones.
Sango and Inuyasha landed gracefully on opposite sides of each other, nodding and approving of their teamwork. Meanwhile, Shippō and I watched in awe. They were truly impressive. How did they do that so flawlessly- and knowing what to do without even having to explain it? All they did was say each other's names and then they attacked. Their silent communication was incredible.
Suddenly Kagome's scream rang out.
Inuyasha was already running.
Her arms were all scratched up and covered in blood, the girl stumbling with a bow in hand. Several arrows were lodged in the demons' backs and torsos, Kagome having gotten several hits in by the time she screamed. Inuyasha pushed himself off the ground and into the air, tearing his claws into his own chest until they were covered in red liquid. Then he waved his hand through the air, shouting as several scarlet blades shot out from his fingertips towards the demons, "Blades of Blood~!"
It managed to both slice and distract them, allowing Inuyasha to pick up Kagome and dart into the room with the rest of the weapons. Sango arrived in time with Shippō and I behind her, the woman charging relentlessly at the demons. She slid beneath the legs of giants, cutting at their ankles, dodging the weapons and claws of other beasts that dare attack her. Even when she did manage to get herself nicked or hit, Sango would get right back up and fight with finesse.
She was… brilliant. Unstoppable.
Sango was a demon slayer to the core.
And I… was far from that. If there was some way I could help her… gods, how did I do that thing with Shippō back in the old temple? It involved the blue Shikigami and it helped increase his power. But what was it? I think I even used with Inuyasha before. The fox demon looked down at me, as if noticing something was happening, but he wasn't able to leap off of my shoulder in time as the wind picked up and flames encased my body.
"Wh-Wha~!? Irene!"
Come, on, please work.
Shikigami…
Help my friend!
Unleash your power!
An orb of red light appeared in my hands. Inuyasha leapt out of the room, swinging the hiraikotsu at the female demon slayer. "Sango, catch!" The woman jumped onto a demon's arm and ran up it, leaping off and latching on the weapon as it sailed through the air. I raised the red orb above my head, guided by the blue spirit wrapped around me, and as it took the orb into its mouth the dragon flew upwards into the air.
"Bite on this!"
There was a strong gust of wind and flame as the Shikigami headed straight towards the hiraikotsu as Sango threw it, the two elements clashing together and creating an explosion of lighting and electricity. It shocked all the nearby demons and created a chain reaction as the weapon sliced through them all, tearing them in half and burning the remaining into crisps. The weapon doubled back to Sango and she caught it, startled by what just happened. Her head snapped over to look at me, eyes growing wide when she saw me hunched over and breathing heavily.
"Irene!" She darted over, kneeling in front of me. "Why did you do that!? You shouldn't wear yourself out like this!"
"It's fine." I wheezed, hand grasping the front of my kimono tightly, fingers digging into my chest. I knew it would take some of my energy, but I didn't think it would wear me out so badly. I'm completely breathless. "M-Miroku… you have to save him."
She nodded. "Right. Inuyasha!"
"What is it?" He asked, walking over with tetsusaiga tied at his waist. Kagome was by his side, sleeves torn off and arms covered in bandages. Sango stood, swinging the hiraikotsu over her shoulder. Inuyasha narrowed his eyes. "Sango?"
"Take care of Irene and Kagome. I'm going on ahead."
"You're kidding! There's no way I'm gonna let you-" She was already running off. "Damn it, woman! Get back here!"
He darted after her. Shippō look at us worriedly, but Kagome quickly assured him that we were fine. She helped me stand and together we took off after the two strongest members of the team, walking across the bridge and heading further outside. There we could see Sango and Inuyasha fight a few more demons, all who were chanting about young girl flesh and how excited they were to eat.
I sincerely hoped they weren't talking about us. Kagome pulled out an arrow, cringing when her arm began to throb from pain, but didn't stop herself from notching it onto the bow. She aimed carefully, releasing it and purifying a demon. Looking around I tried to figure out which room Miroku could be in, if he was even in a room, when I heard voices further down the hall. I wasted no time in heading that way, walking down the porch as quickly as I could without getting dizzy.
At this point I wasn't sure what wore me out more: attacking, healing, or just movement in general.
Still, Miroku was in danger. I wasn't going to let him die- not before I apologized to him.
And not before Naraku was defeated.
"It's so lonely here…" A voice murmured, sounding suspiciously like Yurihime's. I slowed down, not wanting to attract attention to myself. All of the people that were guarding the room were currently fighting Inuyasha and Sango, with Kagome taking one out every few moments with her arrows. Shippō hid in a corner, throwing the occasional spinning top at the demons. "With just my sisters and I living so far out into the woods we never get any visitors. Father had died recently, and…"
"I understand." I could hear Miroku say softly. "He left and since then you three were all alone. But there's no need to fret now; I'm here."
"Thank you, kind monk… you're ever so sweet. Please, comfort me."
"Why," He sounded quite enthusiastic, "if you insist… I'll do my best."
"Just stay beside me. Please."
Suddenly he cried out. There was a thud and I cringed, staying low to the ground so they couldn't see me through the windows. I really hoped Yurihime was a demon and that they weren't actually doing anything… weird. I overheard my eldest sister doing it once and I seriously didn't want to bear witness to anything again- whether it be by hearing or seeing.
My hand inched towards the door and I grabbed it, slowly sliding it open and cracking it just enough to look inside. To my relief they weren't naked, but Miroku was stuck to the ground in a kneeling position- body quite literally paralyzed. In the corner of the room I could see a small crystal flying- transparent, almost invisible, yet when I focused I could see it quite clearly. It appeared to be floating near the woman, a thin veil of something… silvery-blue around her.
Like a force field… or some kind of barrier? Huh.
Yurihime began to laugh. "Such a foolish monk! You actually fell for such an act? How pathetic. Men truly are worms, aren't they? Throwing themselves at any woman that offers herself! Ha! Your life is mine!"
Frick, frick, frick- I slammed the door open and charged into the room, stumbling to a stop. "W-Wait!"
Her head snapped up, her demonic form so much different from her human disguise. She was at least seven feet tall now, with long red hair and violet irises- her sclera pitch black. Her scales were a darker green than Kinu's, even appearing thicker in size and weight. A biological defense? Her claws were long and yellow, covered in some of Miroku's blood. Frick.
His shoulder was bleeding badly. That must have been why he cried out earlier. "I, uh, I have some… questions for you!" I stammered lamely, pointing at her like a fool. "Like… um. Why Miroku? He probably tastes the worst out of all of us, ya know? 'Cause he's… been around. I think."
"Th-That's… kind of rude," Miroku bit out, "don't you think?"
"You can speak!?" Yurihime looked alarmed, staring down at Miroku in shock. "I see… your spiritual powers are strong enough to break through my trance. I'll have to eat you quickly then."
I could hear Sango shouting in the distance, calling out the monk's name. She sounded scared. Worried about him. I needed to save him. How though?
"H-Hey, hey, hey!" I stepped forward, rambling without much thought. Desperation was taking over, and it showed in the way I spoke, voice getting a little sing-songy. "Let's not get too hasty~ and, like I said, I'm sure his liver might not be too tasty! ...Your master plan! You should tell us it, right? Before you kill us? That way you can gloat in your victory!"
She narrowed her eyes at me. "How did you even get in here, girl? My guards should have-"
"Yeah, they're dead." I blurted out. The look Yurihime gave me had me cowering. "S-Sorry…"
Another step forward, gradually closing the distance between me and Miroku. The demon flexed her claws. My heart leapt into my throat. Oh gods. Okay.
"But look! Uh, why spiritual powers specifically?"
"The flesh of priests and priestesses are far more rewarding." Yurihime purred. "They increase the strength of us demons. And you…" She leaned forward, sniffing the air, a sadistic smile worming onto her face. "You're a priestess yourself, aren't you? Your spiritual power is a lot different from this monk's…"
So I'm told. "Y-Yeah. Think of it this way- he uses holy magic, I do not." Red flames danced along my fingertips. "Meaning I can't purify squat. But I-I can still… you know. K-Kill you?"
She howled with laughter. "I'd like to see you try! You can't even penetrate my barrier! Now watch as I devour this monk, liver and all! Mwahahaha!" Yurihime leaned down, grabbing at Miroku's face, opening her jaw and revealing her row of sharp teeth. "I'm going to enjoy this."
Saliva dripped from her lips and she neared his throat, but before she could bite down into his flesh something happened. The monk, who had been unable to move previously, shot his hand forward and pressed a sutra to her barrier above her stomach. Blue light crackled from his talisman onto it and Yurihime screamed. She stumbled back and Miroku fell to the side, breathing heavily. "My body… won't listen the way I want it to. Irene- the crystal! Can you see it?"
My eyes widened and I jumped, hearing my name called. I looked at Miroku, who was struggling to pull himself away from the demon that was recovering from the holy attack. The crystal had moved alongside Yurihime's movements, making it hard to relocate. Where did it go-? Ah! "Y-Yeah! Why?"
"The talismans Kakuju gave me…" He grunted, pushing himself up onto one knee, gripping his staff tightly for balance. He held a red-painted sutra in his other hand. "I'm going to use them. I want you… to add some of your power to it. Can you do that? Together, I think we can break her barrier…"
"I-I can't really control the Shikigami!" He knows this, doesn't he? Miroku has seen me fight before. "What if it doesn't-"
"Just try it!" He snapped. "Don't you trust me!?"
I went silent, unable to answer that and stunned by the sudden question. What was even taking Inuyasha and the others so long? Did Koto catch them? We hadn't encountered her yet, so perhaps… they were fighting her now. Oh gods. This isn't good. "I…"
Yurihime regained her bearings and let out an ungodly screech, charging right at us. Miroku scrambled backwards, unable to run, and he shouted at me- demanding me to use the power of the Shikigami this instant.
"I-I already told-!" Frick, frick, frick. You know what? Screw it. "Sh-Shikigami! Attack!"
I squeezed my eyes shut and thrust out my hands in the direction of the demon, fearing the worst. I fully expected nothing to happen, even with me willing flames to appear. There was a small flicker of warmth alongside my palms and then I could feel it- the gust of the spirits dancing around me, the flames reaching out and expanding upon Yurihime's barrier. Miroku threw the talisman at the crystal and, combining with the flames, electricity crackled and the object shattered into pieces.
The barrier fell apart, dissipating.
This allowed Miroku to move his staff and shove the end into the demon's mouth, tearing through her throat and windpipe. He had attached another talisman to the end, this time it being one of his own sacred sutras. "Repent!" He demanded, yelling at the creature. The demon let out another screech as the sutra exploded with blue light, purifying Yurihime and killing her. Her bones clattered to the floor and Miroku fell onto his back, letting out an exhausted breath.
I watched shakily as the bones, too, faded away. "Sh… She's gone?"
"Finally…" He huffed. Miroku turned his head, looking at me from across the room. "Irene, why didn't you listen to me the first time?"
I bit the inside of my cheek, unwilling to answer. "...Because I don't know how to use the Shikigami? They just… do their own thing?"
"It looked like you had control of it there." He commented, slowly sitting up. His stared at me from over his shoulder. "Don't you have confidence in your abilities? If you don't believe you can use them, you won't be able to. You need to know you can do it."
That's easier said than done. I watched the monk stand, the man walking over. I scowled, crossing my arms over my chest and hugging myself. "I don't know how to do it. I just… ask. And most of the time I don't even do that- they just show up depending on how panicked I am or something. I-I can't control it."
"But you did." He leaned down, smiling at me. I stepped back, uncomfortable by how close he was. "And for that you have my thanks. If you didn't show up when you did I would have been a goner! I figured something was wrong, but to think her demonic barrier would be so powerful to make it hard for me to move…" He turned away, frowning. Miroku appeared deep in thought. "Things could have turned very bad."
"Things did turn out bad-" I began, only to freeze when I felt a hand run along the side of my hip. The worst rose up inside me, leaving me disturbed and feeling violated by his behavior. All of my emotions sank down into an abyss and a blank look took over my face, rage slowly boiling its way up to the top. "-for you…"
"Eh?" Miroku blinked, looking down at me curiously. "Uh, Irene? A-Are you okay? You look quite angry…"
My foot began to tap against the ground rapidly. I was doing everything I could to keep myself from lashing out, barely able to restrain my hatred for his lack of respect towards the feelings and boundaries of women. Tears were stinging my eyes, forming both from my sheer anger at the monk and how violated I felt at being touched inappropriately. "Don't." I took a deep breath, grinding my teeth together. "Don't…"
I can't even speak without being on the verge of completely exploding. Miroku faced me completely, stepping closer. "Don't what? You know you can talk to me, Irene…" His hand reached out again, but he could grab me I reached out and snatched his wrist, digging my nails into his flesh. "Aha-ha-ha, that hurts…"
Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt-
I let go, pulling away, before reeling my hand back and smacking him as hard as I could in the arm. Originally I was going to aim for his face, but found myself holding back despite how much I wanted to cause him pain. "I said don't touch me! Ever!" My voice cracked. "I don't like being touched like that!"
"Wh-Why are you crying?" He looked alarmed. Clearly he's never had a girl cry in front of him before- they mostly just expressed anger towards him. "Irene, I-"
"Don't you dare." I snapped, stepping back and pointing a finger at him when I saw him try and get close again. "I will freaking knee you, boy. Don't try it!"
"B-Boy?" He stammered. "I assure you, I'm a man-"
"Miroku!" Sango exclaimed, dashing into the room ready to throw the hiraikotsu. She stopped at once when she saw us. "Wh… What's going on? Irene?" Her eyes took in the situation, the way the monk kept trying to close in on me and how I kept backing up closer to the other side of the room, eyes red from tears. She gripped her weapon tightly. "Wait a second… you filthy pervert! What did you do to her!?"
"H-Hold on a moment, Sango!" Miroku yelped, ducking to avoid her hiraiktosu as she swung it at him. "Gah! Don't kill me!"
"I've told you to leave her alone!" Sango shouted, swinging at him. The monk jumped to the side, ducked down, and leapt in the air- even landing on the weapon at one point to stop her. This only led to her dropping it and aiming with her fists. "You know she's shy, monk! Don't you dare corrupt her!"
"Sh-Shy!? You call that shy!? Irene just threatened me!"
"You probably deserved it!"
"Uwaah! Inuyasha~! Save me!"
The half-demon stood in the doorway with Kagome and Shippō, eyes half lidded. "From what?" He asked, unimpressed. "You're the one who dug the grave, Miroku. Reap what you sow and all that, right? Deal with it."
Kagome sighed, making her way over to me as she avoided the conflict between the demon slayer and the monk. She rested a hand gently on my shoulder, seeing the way I was glaring intently at the ground. "Are you alright, Irene? What happened?" Her arm wrapped around my shoulder and I turned, leaning down with my arms hugging her waist. "Miroku freaked you out really bad, huh? Insensitive jerk."
I hate him. I was going to apologize to him, but I hate him. I can't do it. I want to kick him so hard he can't ever get back up. Rotten, filthy jerk monk. What the hell does Sango see in him? I hope he rots. Why did I even bother trying to save him?
My fingers pulled at Kagome's kimono and I buried my face in her chest, squeezing my eyes shut as I fought the tears.
This place was no different from high school. Full of perverts and gross people.
"Th-That's not true!" Miroku yelped after Sango accused him of something. "I-I was just trying to be nice! She seemed so stressed out about her powers after we defeated the demon, and I-"
The woman paused, one of her wrists caught by Miroku's hands. "Demon? There was a demon in here?"
"Yes! Yurihime was a demon in disguise with a powerful barrier! I followed her in here, but she had me paralyzed by her demonic aura! Then Irene appeared and, together, we destroyed the barrier and defeated the demon!"
"I see." Sango narrowed her eyes. "And that gave you the right to harass Irene?"
"W-Well, th-that's… harass is such a strong word, don't you think?"
A loud smack echoed in the room as she hit her hand across his face.
Chapter 12: Naraku's Castle Revealed!
Chapter Text
Recovering from the mansion was rough. We had to locate the remaining weapons that belonged to Sango, and change back into our regular clothes. Shortly after that Shippō received a letter from a demon, demanding a duel. Rather than heading straight to the town we wound up detouring to Raimei Valley where the group ended up being separated and Shippō got captured in a cheap trick to avoid fighting.
I was almost thrown off a cliff because of the freaking boulder that was sent hurtling down at us, but by some miracle and feat of strength I managed to grab onto the edge before I was completely blown off. Inuyasha, who had saved Kagome, jumped down and grabbed me before I could lose my grip and tumble into the abyss below. Sango and Miroku were out of sight with Kirara, and Shippō was just gone.
We ended up following his scent to the home of the Thunder Demon Clan- who were the same people that killed his father. The remaining sibling of the brothers that were slaughtered and the only surviving member of the clan was Sōten. She was a small child that hated Inuyasha for what he did, but knew she couldn't beat him or anyone else in the group and aimed to take down Shippō instead. In actuality, the girl was just lonely.
In the end the two actually became friends and we continued on our journey. Finally, after almost a whole week of travelling, we arrived at the castle town. It seemed… rather normal for a town supposedly being haunted by a very powerful and evil half-demon.
"Are we sure this is where Naraku's at?" I asked, uncertain. There were so many people and it appeared to be bustling with activity, and yet… it seemed so dull and empty at the same time. "This place is…"
"Gloomy?" Kagome offered, smiling nervously at me. "I feel like something bad's happened…"
"I do as well." Miroku said, stepping forward and sweeping his staff side-to-side as if to ward off evil. He brought his hands together in a prayer. "Perhaps it is a sign of Naraku's influence? Either way, we must investigate. Shall we split up?"
"No way." Inuyasha was the first to protest, startling everyone. He was frowning deeply, arms crossed with his hands in his sleeves. "Last time that happened Naraku snuck up on us with Kagura and locked Irene away. She barely survived it. There's no way we're splitting up after that."
"Yeah," Sango agreed, "and when I left Irene alone she wound up getting hurt by Kohaku… I can't rest easy if she's by herself." Her eyes narrowed she glanced at the monk. "And I don't want her near Miroku in case he tries anything again."
The monk laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. "Now, now, Sango; you know I didn't mean any harm."
"I know that, but she doesn't. See?" Sango raised a hand pointed, gesturing to where I was hiding behind Kagome. "She's scared of you now. The other night she was so determined to be friends, but now…"
Miroku blinked, eyes widening. "Wait, really? Irene-" He turned, walking over to talk to me, but stopped when he saw me dart over to Inuyasha the second he was a few feet away from the middle schooler. His hand dangled uselessly in the air. "-oh my…"
Inuyasha glanced over his shoulder, giving me a weird look, before rolling his eyes. "Scaredy-cat."
"Shut up!" I huffed. I refused to even look at the monk. "I mean, you're not wrong, but shut up."
Kagome tilted her head, watching us, before asking, "Do you think they have a bathouse here? We've been camping for days… the mansion feels like forever ago. We were barely out of the baths for an hour when we had to go fight all those demons. We wound up being covered in sweat and blood. It's disgusting."
"You don't need a bath." Inuyasha told her, pulling his arm away and yanking his sleeve out of my hands. He started to walk towards the girl. "You don't even smell that bad."
As he sniffed her hair Kagome let out a shriek and pushed him away. "You're awful! Sit, sit, sit! Bad dog! How could you, Inuyasha!?" The half-demon was unable to give an answer as his face met the ground, the boy sinking deeper into the earth with each incantation. "Just stay down! Jeez. Give a girl a break."
I shook my head at them, "Should we get going? I mean, I appreciate the concern… but we gotta make sure Naraku is actually here, don't we? Otherwise we came all this way for nothing."
Sango nodded. "Yes, let's. This time we stay together as a group- no more separating. Irene, stay by me or Inuyasha, okay? We'll keep you safe."
Inuyasha let out a huff as he picked his face out of the dirt. "Thanks for volunteering me for babysitting duty."
"Anytime!" Sango grinned. "Glad to help."
There was no easy way going about this. The castle town was even bigger than Kasasagi, with triple the amount of people. It was suffocating.
Miroku hit on every woman he saw and Sango even had to drag him away from what I believed was a brothel, and Inuyasha ended up stopping a robbery from taking place. A man was even hiding in an alleyway attempting to hide from any possible demons or muggers, scared of being attacked. Apparently people were going missing, like Miroku and Sango had claimed so long ago when we first met, and cattle were indeed disappearing.
It was when we were chatting about how we were going to get into the castle that a young boy ran up to us, tackling my leg and nearly knocking me down. "Wh-Whoa!" I yelped, waving my arms in an attempt to catch myself. I looked down at the boy. "Uh, hi?"
"Are you going to the castle?" The child asked, looking up at me. Something in his expression… bothered me. He looked so scared. "C-Can I ask you a favor?"
I turned, looking at the child and kneeling down to eye-level. I offered a smile. "Yeah, of course! What is it?" I watched as he held out a small object, a pinwheel tied together by string and what I could only assume was the feudal-era's version of glue.
"Will you take this to my sister? She works in the castle. I-I made it for her."
"Oh?" I blinked. That explained why it looked the way it did. I reached out and took it from him, admiring it. "That was nice of you."
Kagome knelt down, hands on her knees. "You really miss your sister, don't you?"
"No!" The boy exclaimed, face turning pink. He turned away, embarrassed. "She's the one who gets upset. She always cries 'cause she's not home and can't see me. S-So tell her to hang in there for me, okay? I don't like it when she's upset."
This is the sweetest thing I've ever heard and, god freaking darn it, I'm about to cry. "Th-That makes sense. Yeah. I'll give it to her, promise."
He nodded at me, looking away and back again. The boy was really embarrassed; it was so adorable. "Th-Thanks. My name is Juzo, by the way. My sister is Otoki. Make sure you find her!"
"Yes, yes!" I held up the pinwheel. "I'll even give her a hug for you!"
"D-Don't go that far!" He stammered. "I-I don't miss her, I tell you! And hey- madam!" The boy looked over his shoulder at the woman standing by the… shop? There was a sign, but I couldn't read the language so I wasn't sure what kind of building it was. The woman in front of it trying to get customers was dressed rather nicely. She looked at us, hearing the boy shout. "These people are heading to the castle!"
"What?" Her eyes widened. "Really?" The woman walked into the building, calling out to whoever was inside. "Everyone- we have some people going to the castle!"
"W-Wait just a minute." Sango said, stepping forward. "We're not even certain how we're going to get in yet."
No one seemed to hear her as they all came out of the building at once, multiple women asking things such as "Why" and "When are you going" to "Is this for real".
Shippō was startled by their frantic behavior and asked the question that was on everyone's mind. "What's going on in the castle? Something bad?" One of the women nodded, cradling her hands close to her chest.
"Yes… We're the wives of the Samurai who went into the castle, but our husbands haven't returned. They were supposed to be guarding the lord and slaying the demons that got in."
"It's been months!" Another lady cried, bringing her hand up to her mouth. "I fear the worst… What if the demons have taken control of the castle? It'll only be a matter of time before we're next."
The third woman reached out and pressed a hand to the lady's shoulder, horrified. "Don't say such things! I'm sure they're fine; they're well-trained with the sword! We just… have to be a bit more patient, you know?"
"We really miss them…" A fourth woman murmured. "I just got married to my husband and… because of the demons…"
"I-I'm so sorry." I didn't know what else to say. The pinwheel felt heavy in my hands. "That's awful…"
Kagome nodded, saddened. "It's hard work being a samurai."
"Yes!" The first woman said. She stepped forward, grabbing Sango's hands. "We gathered today to try and discuss how to get food to our husbands, but if you all are going to the castle…"
"You want us to take the food for you?" The demon slayer asked curiously. "That's why you wanted to know if we were heading to the castle?"
She and the other women nodded. "My name is Shino, by the way. The others are Katsue, Matsu, and Naka. Please, would you do us this favor? We would be forever in your debt." She looked at us pleadingly, desperation on all of the women's faces. They truly cared about their significant others. It was heartbreaking, thinking about how the men might be dead. Even the little boy's sister could be. "I beg of you!"
"I…" I looked at Kagome and Sango helplessly, every fiber of my being trying to get me to agree. "Can we? Th-They really want us to…"
"Hey, what are you saying?" Inuyasha demanded. "We can't go charging into Naraku's castle with a bucket load of items!"
Kagome shook her head at him. "It's fine, don't worry about, Inuyasha. We can take a bit more with us. Besides, it's for a good cause."
"We're going to the castle anyway," Sango added, unable to say no to the woman looking so desperately at her, clinging to her hands, "we might as well."
Shino almost burst into tears, leaning down and bringing Sango's hands close to her face. "Thank you! Thank you so much! Girls, get the rice balls! Hurry."
Naka, Katsue, and Matsu dashed into the building for a few minutes, coming back out only once they had the food- wrapped up and ready to be delivered. Shino handed them to Kagome, who carefully set them in her backpack.
"My husband is named Yukimura." She told us. "Thank you again."
"Yes! You're a blessing from the buddha!"
"Um, if you lovely ladies don't mind me asking," Miroku stepped forward, flashing them a charming smile, "would you mind telling us the direction the castle? This town is very big and it's easy to get lost here."
"Oh, yes, of course!" Matsu exclaimed. She gestured to the path before us, "Just keep going down this way and turn left. After a few more twists and turns, you'll have to make a right and go left again. The castle will be on the mountain up there."
"Thank you, miss. I wish you peace." He clapped his hands together in a prayer and bowed, and proceeded to walk away with a heavy sigh. "It's a shame they're all married…"
Sango pulled her hands away from Shino and made a face at Miroku, following after. "Better keep your thoughts to yourself, monk."
I stared at the pinwheel as we walked, watching as the wind blew its little make-shift wheel and causing it to spin. With any luck the girl would still be alive… her brother's feelings really went into this. I could see it, just from the design. He really loved her, even if he didn't want to admit it.
Otoki, please… be safe.
Allow me to give this to you. Someone cares deeply and is waiting for you.
Don't let Naraku steal you away.
Sango glanced back at me, noticing how I was being unusually quiet. She slowed her walk until she was next to me, speaking quietly, "Everything alright…?" I blinked, looking at her in surprise.
"H-Huh? Oh, uh, yeah… sorry. I just, um," I held up the pinwheel awkwardly, "was thinking. He really cares about her, you know? His sister."
She smiled sadly. "Yeah… he does. I hope we can find her."
"Me too." I nodded.
Inuyasha held an arm and stopped us from walking any further down the road, ears twitching. "Did you guys hear that? Near the castle… someone is talking about the lord."
"The castle lord?" Shippō asked, confused. "What about him?"
Inuyasha didn't answer. "Come on, let's go check it out!"
We had to follow the half-demon down two different alleys before we found who he was looking for. It was a crazy chase of cat-and-mouse, yet no one in our group was named Tom or Jerry. Not even Kyo or Yuki. It was highly disappointing. It took around eight minutes to hunt the guy down in the crowds, and we only located him because everyone in the area was avoiding him.
"Our lord has gone mad!" He cried. "He's possessed! Possessed by demons, I say!"
Inuyasha snuck up behind him, leaning over his shoulder. "Got any proof?" The man jumped and whirled around, but didn't freak out over the silver hair or dog ears. I guess most people were used to half-demons, even if they didn't care about them. It was sad. "Tell me what you know now."
"His eyes!" The man declared. "The look in his eyes have changed! The lord swears, and he has become extremely violent! If he doesn't like you he'll have you executed right there on the spot! Not even the maidens that work there are spared! He's gone as far as kicking me, Nizaemon, his chief counselor, out!"
Shippō looked at Inuyasha, grinning a little. "That sounds like someone else I know!"
"What're you lookin' at me for?" The half-demon snapped. "You're still alive, aren't you?"
Nizaemon pretended not to hear the argument, looking at Miroku. "He's acting as though he's possessed! It's the work of demons; I'm certain of it!"
"Are we sure he's not just talking about Inuyasha? He has a hot temper." Shippō commented again, picking on his friend. Inuyasha narrowed his eyes, glaring down at the fox.
"I won't forget you said that."
Nizaemon shook his head. "I don't know about your situation, but… our lord used to be a kind man- always looking out for us. If things keep going this way the castle and its long history will be ruined! Our lord and his kingdom- lost!"
I made a face, really not liking the sounds of this. "It might be Naraku after all… he's possessed people before, right? He could be hiding in the castle like you guys said."
Kagome nodded. "Yes. He can shapeshift, too. We need to find out what's going on."
"The castle is just down this road!" Nizaemon said, "Just keep heading that way!"
We followed his instructions and wound up at the entrance, but the guards… wouldn't let us through. They found Inuyasha and Shippō suspicious, claiming they were monsters and needed to be destroyed, and even went so far as to threaten me and Kagome because of our appearances. They were especially rude to me, declaring that I must be a foreign spy. Sango and Miroku had to hold them back while Inuyasha took Kagome and ran off, Kirara transforming and carrying me on her back.
Miroku and Sango met up with us back at the building from before, which was quickly revealed to be an inn. I dangled tiredly from Kirara's back, body worn from the panic attack I had thanks to the guards trying to attack us. The gang, excluding me, were just discussing how to best go about getting inside again when a familiar face walked out from the back room into the main hall.
"Is that…?" The Kasasagi Headman blinked, staring at us with a smile slowly spreading across his face. "It is! Everyone, how good it is to see you here!"
What…?
Inuyasha squinted at the man, stepping forward and quickly hiding me from view with his arm. "You're the Headman from Kasasagi Town! The hell are you doin' here?" The smile dropped from the older man's face.
"Well… I have to bring my yearly taxes to the castle. But I've heard that there are demons in there."
I sat up, clutching the pinwheel tightly. "Seriously? S… So there are demons… inside?"
"Wait a minute!" Shippō cried out, looking confused. "What are taxes?"
"It's money they give to the lord, as thanks for his protection." Kagome explained. I made a face at that. "It helps the economy."
"You say that, but…" I trailed off, recalling the nightmare that was the government back in my time period. For being a great country, America sure was falling part thanks to our last few presidents. People used to be able to escape there and live peacefully for the most part, but now it's as if the holocaust was happening all over again. It was disgusting. "You know what? Never mind. I'm not gonna say anything."
Kagome looked at me strangely, but didn't speak up. Shippō tilted his head, not understanding. "Why can't the people just protect themselves? That's what we do back in Kaede's village…" Kagome blinked at the question.
"I… think you're too young to understand."
"What do you mean?" The child asked. Inuyasha walked over, kneeling down and placing a hand on the fox demons head. "Inuyasha?"
"Basically, cowards can't protect themselves so the braver ones step in. That's why they give them money. Like how we sometimes get paid for slaying demons and helping out villagers."
"Ohh~ I get it!"
That wasn't how it worked at all, but it was nice seeing them act this way; for a moment everything felt peaceful. I could almost forget all the times our lives were threatened. That I wasn't even home. This felt so normal and safe, these two just having a conversation about taxes and how the economy was involved. I found myself wanting to despise it.
Kagome tried to explain some more, but it flew over their heads and Miroku laughed- amused that not even Inuyasha understood.
I slid off of Kirara and made my way over to Sango, wrapping my arms around her waist and hugging her- face pressed to her side as I leaned down. It took only a few seconds to pass for me to realize I was hugging her the same way I used to do with Maria. My heart sank into my stomach, but I gained some comfort when Sango moved her arm and rested her hand on my back- reciprocating the embrace while standing straight.
The Headman looked at me, now able to actually see where I was since Inuyasha was blocking me from view. "You! Oh, how good it is to see you again! I still can't thank you enough for what you did!" He walked forward, catching the curiosity of Sango and Miroku. They were told about Kasasagi, but they weren't informed about how the Headman's villagers and guards beat me up. "How are you faring? Did your wounds heal well?"
"...Yes…" He wasn't going to hit on me again, was he? I prayed not. "You? Did your house get rebuilt?"
He nodded, smiling brightly. "The townsfolk were quite generous in helping."
"That's good." I pressed my face to Sango's side, hiding. Miroku stared at us, looking almost envious. Aha! Take that, pervert. Feel the jealousy. You'll never get to hug Sango like this. She's my best friend, not yours. Unless you guys… actually wind up together somehow. Hrm. He better not cheat on her; I'll burn him. "Villagers are nice."
"...Irene. I've talked and scolded them for their behavior." The Headman said, voice serious. "They'll never hurt you again."
Miroku blinked, eyes wide. He turned his gaze to the man. "What? Did something happen?"
"Nothing I'm not used to." I muttered, pulling away from Sango and wrapping my arms around myself. I grabbed the pinwheel out of my pocket, fiddling with it and watching the wheel turn. I was scared it might break if left alone for too long. "They saw my face on the poster and… just beat me up. By the time I was put in the cell, I was spitting blood and vomiting." I gave a shrug. "It's fine."
"It is not fine." Miroku pressed, stepping forward. Why was he acting so protective all of a sudden? Did he feel guilty for touching me earlier? Doubt it. "Harming a beautiful young woman such as yourself is a crime! How did you even get away?"
I blinked, tilting my head to the side and trying to remember. "Uh… the Shikigami healed me. Oh! And then I made the wall explode." I grinned, feeling quite proud of myself for that accomplishment. I looked up at the monk with a brilliant smile. "I snuck past the guards and everything! But then they saw me when I was… was I in the water? Or was it after? Hmm. Well, they saw me and I climbed onto the roof, and they shot me with arrows, and then I fell off the roof and hid in some hay! Then I found Inuyasha!"
I turned, smiling at the half-demon. He made a face. I faced Miroku and Sango again, waving my free arm in the air as I spoke cheerfully.
"It's all good now! I took a nap and we fought Kagura, and then I met you guys!"
"You sound way too casual about all this." Inuyasha commented, frowning. "You were nearly killed."
"But I wasn't! So it's fine." That's life now. Nearly dying. It's terrifying when it's happening, but then you recover. I still have nightmares frequently, but they aren't as bad when I'm next to Sango. She makes me feel safe. "Anyway!" I cleared my throat. "We need to get to the castle, right? W-We could… uh, probably go with the headman? Keep him safe from demons and all that, and being able to get in?"
"Oh, you would do that!?" The man looked greatly relieved. "Thank you! You're so kind as always. Truly."
If these people keep saying that… I'm going to start to believe it. Please stop.
"You're our only hope." Inuyasha said, frowning at the headman. "Don't let us down."
…
Now that we knew how to get to the castle it went by faster this time. The guards tried to scare us off again, threatening to kill us, but the headman quickly stepped up and raised his hands. "Please, wait! These are my soldiers. After what happened in my village with the demons, I hired them to protect me. They follow me wherever I go."
The man narrowed his eyes at Inuyasha, scrutinizing his appearance. "He's a half-demon, isn't he?"
"Yes. Which makes him perfect for the job! He's stronger than regular humans."
"...I see. And the foreigner?"
"My betrothed." I almost choked on my spit. Sango looked at me with big eyes and Kagome raised her eyebrows, Miroku bringing a hand to his chin in thought. "We met not too long ago. Please, will you let them pass? I need to pay my taxes."
Inuyasha's ear twitched and he snapped, "Are you gonna let us through or not!?"
"Hey!" Kagome scolded, looking at him with a frown. "Be nice, will you? I'm sorry," She told the guard, "he's just doing his job. He's very impatient."
Miroku nodded fervently. "Yes. Inuyasha is very devoted to his work. He practically worships the lord."
The half-demon looked like he was going to hit Miroku, but thought better of it at the moment. He watched the guard squint, thinking deeply, before writing something down on paper and gesturing to the door. "Fine. You can go through." Inuyasha's face cleared up and he became much happier.
"Why didn't he just let us do that from the start?" He asked as we walked past the gates, entering castle grounds. "Honestly; what a waste of time."
Shippō snorted. "I thought we weren't gonna get through because of you."
"At least we made it!" Kagome said, looking on the bright side of things. "And it's all thanks to the headman."
"Who I don't even remember agreeing to marry." I stated in a deadpan, very uncomfortable with the lie that was told. "When did this happen?"
"It was just to help you pass." The headman claimed as we neared the castle doors. "A little act. Foreigners aren't trusted too kindly here, I'm afraid, even if it's just to sell merchandise or trade."
How lovely.
...Not.
Wait, what's that? I stopped walking, feeling something cold wash over me. Was this… dread? Something bad was coming from the castle; I could feel it. Whatever lied inside there… wasn't going to be good. Is this what's called a demonic aura? It feels so suffocating. Like in that room with Yurihime a few days ago… but stronger.
"There's no doubt about it." Miroku suddenly spoke up, looking at the castle with determined eyes. "Naraku is here. I can sense the presence of many demons inside."
"Me too." Sango agreed, frowning. "Headman, you should go back to the inn. It'll be dangerous up ahead."
"O-Okay… I won't argue!" He turned around, dashing right back to the gates and heading into safety. "Be careful!"
I remained close to the demon slayer, heart starting to pound when we neared the doors. Inuyasha stopped us, his nose twitching, and he drew his sword. There was a few seconds of silence before the doors began to shake, a large foot kicking them down. A one-eyed demon appeared, over ten feet tall, ducking down under the frame and staring at us. Shippō screeched.
"Wh-Why are there such big demons here!?"
Inuyasha laughed. "I was expecting you!"
The demon bared its fangs and climbed out, standing straight and glaring down at us. "I won't let you pass." It told us. Its voice was garbled and definitely inhuman. "You will join the others in my belly! Raaaah!"
"Just try it!" Inuyasha barked, charging, letting out a battle cry. "Prepare to die! Yah!" The half-demon jumped into the air, slashing at the demon with his sword. The giant ogre laughed and raised his hands, body emitting a green mist. It covered the area and Sango quickly leapt back, grabbing her hiraikotsu and swinging it through the air. "What!?"
Inuyasha shouted when he saw the mist, only to get smacked away by the demon's large hand. Kagome cried out his name when she saw the half-demon slam hard into the castle's stone walls. The hiraikotsu slashed at the demon's chest, tearing into its flesh, but the skin started to regenerate- leaving the attack utterly useless. Sango caught her hiraikotsu and stumbled back, alarmed. "He can heal himself!?"
"What's with this green mist!?" Miroku demanded, covering his nose and mouth with his sleeve. "Is it poison!?"
It had already reached over to us, and I was left waving a hand in front of my face trying to bat the mist away as I coughed. It left my throat very dry. "I-I don't know!"
"My mist can seal your powers." The demon declared, grinning at us. Inuyasha pushed himself up, glaring at the demon. "I was warned about your sword and the girl's control over spirits. With this you can't use that menacing Wind Scar of yours, Inuyasha."
"He knows who I am?" The half-demon hissed. "So you do work for Naraku!"
The demon simply laughed. "Is that what that monster is called? I am an incarnation, created with the soul purpose of destroying you. My name is Dokumoryu." Miroku narrowed his eyes and propped his staff against his chest, reaching out and taking off the prayer beads wrapped around his right hand. Dokumoryu whirled his head around to glare at the monk, single eye glimmering cruelly. "Don't even think about trying that, monk. Not unless you want to shorten your lifespan considerably."
He gestured with his head to the castle walls, where a buzzing could be heard as an incredible amount of Saimyōshō rose to the air- revealing their presence. Miroku clicked his tongue, wrapping his hand back up.
"You have to fight me on your own strength. No powers or tricks." The demon cracked his knuckles, stepping forward. Each step caused a loud thud to echo. I felt cold. "Inuyasha! Sango! Miroku! Kagome! Irene! Face me and die!"
Shippō hid behind my legs, shaking as he looked up at the demon. "W-Wait, what about me? How come I wasn't mentioned!?"
Can I not use the Shikigami? How am I supposed to fight or heal the others? I can't do anything without help from the spirits. I'm useless now. "Sh-Shippō, it's probably a-a good thing. Means you'll get to live."
"B-But what about you guys!?"
Sango stepped forward, narrowing her eyes. "We'll just have to keep fighting until we locate a weakness. He can't regenerate forever."
"Ha!" Dokumoryu laughed again. "Confident, aren't you? Let's see you try."
"Damn it~!" Inuyasha screamed, running angrily at the demon. "Wind Scar or not, I can still tear you to shreds! Tetsusaiga~!" He swung with his sword, leaping and slashing at the beast. Miroku pulled out a couple of sacred sutras, but he couldn't get them to light up with his spiritual power. He ended up having to resort to charging with his staff, which- as expected- didn't do as much damage. The monk ended up getting tossed back by the demon's foot, crashing and rolling along the ground quite painfully. Sango cried out his name, but the distraction allowed her to get thrown as well. "Sango, Miroku!" Inuyasha shouted, before focusing his attention on the demon as he dodged an attack. "How dare you!"
"My arrows!" Kagome noted with dread, seeing the way they just pierced the demon and didn't melt some of his flesh. "Th-They're not purifying him!"
Miroku pushed himself up, grabbing onto his wounded arm. It looked broken. "When he said he sealed all our powers… he really meant all of them. I can't even use my sutras, and my staff… it won't purify either. Kagome, I hate to say it… but you, Irene, and I are totally useless in this battle. I can't even use my Wind Tunnel without sucking up the poisonous insects."
Shippō looked pained. "This can't be happening… Is this even a battle we can win?"
It has to be. I stared at my hands, trying to recall any of the spirits that had helped me thus far. The dog, the two koi fish, the dragon, the ox… were they truly out of my reach now because of this mist? Could I not use the flames at all?
"What can we do…?" I asked no one, distraught. My voice cracked. "We can't fight like this!"
Only Sango and Inuyasha could battle the demon. They relied on weapons and their own strength more than spirits or demonic energy. They were our strongest players in this game of life-and-death. Frick.
"We're done for!" Shippō wailed. "I don't to die!"
No, No, no, no. He won't die. No one will have to die.
So why did it feel like it was going to happen? The sutras were useless, my powers were useless, Kagome can't use her arrows, and Shippō won't even be able to use his fox magic. Our part in this battle was worth nothing. Even back in the mansion with the demonic aura paralyzing the monk, we were still able to use the sutras thanks to Kakuju's help. If he hadn't put his power into those sutras to help us work together, then…
I snapped my head over to Miroku, eyes wide. "Miroku! The talismans!" I dashed over to the monk, sliding painfully on my knees, but I didn't cry out. Miroku looked at me and frowned, shaking his head. "Give me one!"
"They won't work. Without my spiritual power-"
"We don't need your spiritual power; we have Kakuju's!"
"What?" Realization dawned on his face. "Oh, of course! He added his own power to those sutras!" He used his good hand to pull out the parchment, forcing himself up onto his feet. "Why didn't I think of that before? You're getting a lot better at this, Irene!"
"Thanks, it's the trauma!" I responded, casting a nervous glance up at the battle. Sango and Inuyasha were still going strong against the demon, but they were sporting several injuries now. "O-Okay, how should we do this? Um. Frick, frackity, fruck, fruck."
We can't have him get close again; Miroku already has a broken arm. Kagome was making her way over to him now, medicine kit in her hands. Could he throw it? I don't know how strong Kakuju's spiritual power is.
"Give it to me-!" I took the sutras from the monk, cursing myself for these idiotic ideas, and dashed forward out of breath. "S-Sango! He… Here!"
I held the talismans up in the air for her to see as she flipped back, landing on her feet and skidding against the dirt. She turned her head to look at me. The talismans were glowing with a faint red aura. "What is it!?"
"Just take them! Put them on your weapon!"
It had to work. If only a little. Sango nodded at me and picked up her hiraikotsu, starting to run over, but Dokumoryu had other ideas. "I don't think so!" He shouted, stomping his way over, reaching out to grab her with his large hand before she could get over to me. Inuyasha charged, running at the demon as fast as he could, blade held high.
"You seriously think I'll let you touch her!? Dream on, ugly!" Inuyasha insulted, digging his sword into the demon's wrist. Dokumoryu cried out and retracted his arm, given Sango enough time to snatch the talismans and plant them on her hiraikotsu. "Hurry, Sango! Do it now!"
Her weapon started to shine with a red light. Feeling the burst of strength, she swung her hiraikotsu around her multiple times before letting go- allowing it to swing at the demon even faster than before. It even appeared to be sharper, or was that just my imagination? "Have a taste of this!" She remarked, digging her feet in the ground as she watched it fly. The hiraikotsu rammed hard into the demon's belly, slicing it open, blood spurting out. Normally the flesh would have started to close, but now…
"What!?" Dokumoryu demanded, glaring at his new wound. "Why isn't it healing!? What did you do!? Monk! How did you use your spiritual powers!?"
Miroku huffed, grinning at the demon. "They weren't mine. The power of the Shikigami belonged to someone else. A new friend, you could say."
"Damn you~!" His gaze turned to me, knowing I was the only Shikigami user on the team. He knew nothing of the old man who taught me how to use my powers. "I'll kill you first!"
"Irene, Miroku!" Inuyasha shouted, seeing the damage the demon took from the Hiraikotsu. "It's working! Give me one! He can't regenerate when he's hit by those!"
The monk quickly fished a sutra out of his kimono, but the demon was heading straight towards me. I tried to move out of the way, but the thickness of the mist had me dizzy. Sango shouted and threw her weapon again, only to have it miss from the demon's movement.
Inuyasha was chasing right after the demon, but was unable to help in time. I screeched and dove to the side, but then Dokumoryu wrapped his fingers around me and threw me high into the air. I screamed like a banshee as my body was tossed like a rag doll, so much so that I couldn't even hear anything anymore. The air whipped around so fast and hard I couldn't see, and the next thing I knew I was hurtling towards the ground at a pace that there was no way I could survive.
I was going to splatter the moment by body hit the ground.
Oh gods.
Humans aren't supposed to be this high off the earth. I could feel myself moving closer and closer to the bottom. It was such a rush, horrible and intense all at once. Heart pounding so loudly I could hear it in my ears; in fact, it was the only thing I could hear as I hurtled down towards the earth below.
M… Maria-! I haven't found Maria!
I can't be falling, I can't be dying, I can't go out like this! I was falling so fast I couldn't even move my arms or legs due to the wind pressure. It was too difficult. Oh gods, I'm going to die. I can't believe this is happening. Holy shit. Frick. Oh no.
I-I-!
I haven't even delivered the pinwheel to Otoki yet. I promised her brother and now…
Somebody~!
My eyes squeezed tightly shut. So much rushed through my mind; I couldn't focus on one particular thing. I was maybe forty feet from the ground now. Thirty.
I don't want to die!
Twenty. Fifteen. My body tensed as it braced itself for pain. It was going to happen so fast; a splat! And then darkness. I'm not ready. Why is this happening? Oh gods. Oh gods, it's going to hit, it's going to kill me; I'm going to die! No!
"Irene!"
My body hit something and… bounced? Eyes shooting open I let out a horrified squeal, still bouncing a few more times before coming to a complete stop on something… soft? Rubbery, almost. Pink. Shook, breathing completely shallow and almost hyperventilating, I wheezed and looked down.
"A-Are you okay!?" Shippō. That was his voice… coming from this giant pink ball I was on? How? We floated higher in the air and the giant pink ball let out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness… I was scared I was gonna be too late. Miroku grabbed Kirara, but…"
As if hearing her name be spoken the cat demon flew up, letting out a roar. The monk looked relieved. "That was a close one… nice catch, Shippō!"
"Thanks!" He floated closer to them. "Can you take her? I don't think my body can handle holding her for much longer…"
He nodded. I was still trying to figure out what the heck happened. Was this a transformation of his? I didn't see it before. Was this how he survived the fall the other day when Sōten sent him flying with the boulder off the mountain? Frick. If I hadn't grabbed that ledge in time… eugh. I don't want to think about it. I'm really tired of falling.
Kirara moved closer and Miroku held his good hand out for me to take, setting his staff in his lap. His bad arm was wrapped in a sling, probably courtesy of Kagome. She certainly worked fast. Though reluctant to be anywhere near him this was no time to be arguing, so I grabbed his wrist and jumped- heart pounding fearfully the entire time.
The second my feet left Shippō's transformed self I yelped, finding myself clinging tightly onto the monk's arm and kicking my feet until he pulled up onto Kirara's back. "H-Holy frick…" Oh my gods. I wheezed, looking down at the ground far below us. Do they do this often? Jesus. "That was terrifying. Okay. Okay. We're good. I'm good."
Miroku chuckled. "Don't you worry, Irene. You're safe with me. The mist doesn't reach up here."
His hand dared to touch my inner thigh.
There was no hesitation this time; my fist shot up to clock him in the jaw- nearly sending him off of Kirara's back. "Gah! Owww~! W-Was that really necessary?" He cried, rubbing his bruising chin. "That hurt…"
I sent him a dark glare, tired of his behavior, ignoring the pain in my knuckles. "I said to stop. No means no, monk. Not yes. No. Do it again and I'll push you off."
"Fine~!" He sighed.
Shippō transformed back into his normal self and shook his head. "Honestly, he never learns."
The fox demon landed on the ground and looked at the battle. Kagome was trying to shoot arrows into Dokumoryu's open stomach, dealing more damage by hitting him where it hurt, and Sango was still slicing with her hiraikotsu. Unfortunately, though, some of the sutras on her weapon looked like they were getting burnt up. They wouldn't last much longer. Inuyasha had one on his sword, but the demonic energy was tearing it up fast.
"Miroku," I began, squinting and looking down at them, "do… do you think you can take out some of those, uh… talisman thingies? Please?"
He blinked. The monk no longer seemed bothered by his red chin. My knuckles were hurting badly from when I hit him and I tried not to feel guilt for causing the man pain, but it was hard. I hated hurting others, even if they did seem to deserve it. "Of course, but what are you going to do with them? Give them to Inuyasha?"
We were out of the mist by now. It couldn't reach us up here.
"W-Well, I mean… I was going to earlier, but now…?"
I had an idea. I doubted it would work, but since I was the summoner it shouldn't directly effect the spirits. The only reason I couldn't do anything was because I was in the green mist, right? I think that was how it worked. Dokumoryu bragged a lot about how we couldn't use any special abilities while standing it. Not that our special abilities couldn't be used from outside to reach inside. We were at least fifty feet off the ground. Maybe sixty. Kirara had flown pretty high up back into the air after I was saved. "I-I want to try a thing. You said… um. You said that I should… believe in my powers. That I could do it. S-So… I want to…"
The teamwork that occurred back in the mansion- I wanted to try that again. This time more confidently. I tightened my grip on Kirara's fur, nervous and scared and so many other things at once. My emotions were running rampant and it was taking all I had to keep it under control. I could feel the flames flickering about my fingers, blue and desiring to help.
"I want to… use them… with you. Again."
He stared at me, eyes wide. A soft smile spread across his face. He nodded.
"Then let's work together." He pulled out four talismans from his robe and closed his eyes in a prayer, Kirara moving close to Dokumoryu yet remaining just high enough to avoid getting caught in the green mist. She let out a small growl, seeing the way Inuyasha and Sango were struggling. The hiraikotsu was barely doing damage anymore, the sutras completely worn out of their power. Miroku opened his eyes, seeing the way the talismans lit up brightly. "Alright, Irene. Can you communicate with the Shikigami?"
I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked at the items in his hold, shaking. I had to do this. I could do this. The Shikigami would listen. They've done so almost every time thus far, right? The only time they didn't was in the caves with Kohaku. I took a deep breath and exhaled, knitting my eyebrows together and trying to focus.
Please…
My friends are in danger. I have to help them.
Shikigami, give me your strength.
Red light danced around my fingers and I raised a hand up, reaching out to touch the glowing talismans. The red light flickered blue and Miroku watched in fascination. He grinned determinedly, raising up the shimmering sutras, and instructed Kirara to fly over until we were directly above Dokumoryu's head.
"Here goes…!" He started to shout, thrusting his arm out and sending the sutras flying towards the demon. "It's time for you to end!"
"What!?" The demon exclaimed, looking up when hearing the monk's voice. This caused the flaming talismans to land directly on Dokumoryu's face, steam smoking upwards as the sutras melted and burned away at his flesh. I could smell the rotten stench from all the way up here. "Ahhhhh! This is-!? How!? This is impossible! Raaaah!"
He tried to claw it off, but to no avail. Inuyasha ran forward and dug his sword into Dokumoryu's exposed stomach innards, running along his body and slicing him half. The demon grabbed pitifully at his lower half, trying to reattach himself, but Miroku and I sent several more talismans at Dokumoryu's torso, preventing him from regenerating. Sango quickly covered her sword in poison, which she had hiding in her kimono, and dragged her blade across the insides of his lower half.
It was a very gruesome, grotesque end towards the battle… but it got the job done.
Due to the severe damage Dokumoryu was sustaining, he was unable to keep the mist spreading out of his body. With enough time it dissipated and, after Miroku and I slapped a few more talismans onto Inuyasha's sword and Sango's hiraikotsu, they were able to cut the demon up into enough pieces until his body disintegrated. It was… horrifying, to say the least, but we were alive.
And everyone was exhausted. How the frick did Sango even fight in her kimono like she did? She didn't have any time to put on her armor earlier save for what she had underneath her regular outfit, yet the slayer still wrecked that freaking demon. She was a majestic queen.
We all took a breather, but if the Saimyōshō were here… Naraku knew we were as well.
Sango, as mentioned before, wasn't wearing her full armor so she quickly took off and changed behind some bushes. I stumbled over to the group with Miroku and Kirara by my side, barely standing. "W... What the frick was that!?" I demanded, still vividly remembering how the demon had tossed me like a ragdoll into the sky.
"He said he was an incarnation." Miroku said, frowning deeply. "That meant Naraku created him to keep us out of here. I can't imagine what we might encounter inside."
Kagome brought her hands to her chest, worried. "Do you think everyone that worked in the castle is okay? There's no miasma, so I don't think they're dead…"
Shippō shook his head incredulously, eyes wide. "How could they have survived with these crazy demons in there!?"
"We need to proceed with caution." Sango said as she stepped forward, dressed and ready for more battles. "Let's go."
Now that the guardian was out of the way, we were able to actually enter the castle. Shortly after we encountered a soldier who had been badly wounded, unable to move. He informed us that there were several more people hiding inside the castle, scared of being found by ghosts and demons.
"Please," He begged, "save them."
Kagome tended to his wounds as best as she could, but there was nothing we could do. I was going to try and heal him myself, but I was so exhausted from our previous battle that everyone suggested I save my strength. We would just have to hope that the man managed to escape. He claimed that there were around thirty people in total, but we would have to search high-and-low to find them.
It was terrible.
After pushing through broken floorboards and several demons, we found people hiding in crates and pots, inside empty suits of armor, and even underneath tablecloths. Several were children. We found the dead body of a monk on one of the upper floors of the castle, his apprentice crying in the corner mourning his loss. He gave us a passage key, informing us that we needed to get out of here as quickly as we could lest we all die as well.
The body was rotten and covered in blood, and I almost threw up at the stench.
Heading back down the stairs we located the door on the other side of the castle and used the key, entering the west end. We were getting worn out and there still wasn't any sign of a girl named Otoki. Where was she? She had to be somewhere… right? Many people were still alive, so… surely she was as well? I wanted to believe that.
I had to.
My heart wouldn't accept otherwise. Riding on Kirara's back as we ran through the castle, slaying any demons that got in our way, be they birds or ogres or floating heads, we found our way twisting through several long hallways and rooms into a large spacious area. We could hear screaming up ahead, and Inuyasha quickly took off after the noise.
It turned out a group of men in red armor were being attacked by multiple demons, sustaining bad injuries. The people were led by a man in blue. They weren't castle staff, shown by the way they were holding their own against their attackers, but that didn't mean they would survive the encounter. Inuyasha quickly charged at the weird caterpillar-esque demon, slicing it to ribbons with his claws.
"Die!"
It disintegrated almost instantly. Kagome drew her bow and shot at one of the other remaining demons, purifying it, and while the last demon was distracted Sango dashed forward and decapitated it with her sword. I cringed and looked away as this happened, keeping my eyes trained on Kirara's fur, but I knew the truth despite my actions. I was starting to grow desensitized to all this.
I was just desperate to keep some sense of normalcy.
I waited until they were finished slaying the demons to look up again, still reeling from having fallen and then watching them gut Dokumoryu. I just wanted to take a long nap. I questioned how they were able to do this day-after-day.
"Thank you for helping us!" The leader of the red armored men said, stepping forward and approaching Inuyasha. "We couldn't have survived those demons without you."
"That's alright." Kagome said, smiling softly at them. "I'm glad you're safe. If anyone is hurt, show me. I'll take care of you."
Kirara walked towards them, moving over to Sango, and I stared at the group of men from my spot on the cat demon's back. I wanted to help heal… but no one would let me. I frowned at them, looking over their forms and taking note of just how bad their injuries were. "How… How long have you guys been trapped here? It must have been awful…"
"I'm no longer certain." The man said, shaking his head. "So much has happened, I lost track of the days… We can't thank you enough for saving us. The lord, our king, has been possessed by a demon. The previous soldiers of the castle had been slaughtered by the time we showed up."
"Was Naraku the one who did all this?" Inuyasha demanded, "Do you know?"
Miroku looked at the half-demon. "Kagura showed up pretending to be a castle messenger, remember? It has to be him. When his scent appeared the other day it was leading here to the town."
"In that case, let's hurry up and kill them!"
"Wait, Inuyasha!" Sango stepped forward, holding a hand out to stop him. "Do you even have his scent?"
Inuyasha huffed, turning his head. "He's probably hiding behind that damned barrier of his again. Making it a puzzle to find him... Bastard."
Footsteps could be heard as a man dashed into the room, also wearing armor. "Yukimura! It's horrible! All the soldiers in the second unit that were fighting in the tower have been wiped out!"
"What!?" The man in blue exclaimed, anger and fear taking over his expression. "The second unit… that means we're all that's left to protect the castle!"
Wait a minute. My head shot over to the man, recalling the words of the women we met at the inn. "You're Yukimura? The husband of… um, frick. What was her name?" I clicked my tongue, trying to recall it. "Shi… Shino?"
He turned, staring at me in surprise. "You know my wife?"
"Yeah! Uh, kinda. We met her before we came here." Oh no. I just realized- if soldiers in the second unit are dead… does that mean some of them might have been married to the other women? How many people just lost their family here? Husbands, sons, brothers. I don't like it. Not at all. Oh gods. "I-I, uh, I have… something for you from her. K-Kagome, your bag!"
I slid off of Kirara's back, making my way towards the girl that was currently patching up some of the samurai's wounds. I opened her backpack and took out the wrapped packages of food, struggling to carry them all in my arms as I made my way over back to the warriors. These people… they almost died. They never would have seen their wives again. Would they even make it out of the castle?
Was this all for naught?
Yukimura took the wrapped food Shino made and opened it up, lips curling back as the emotions took over him. "These are her riceballs…" He said, voice trembling as he picked one up. "She never could make them properly. Just look… the plums are ready to fall out."
"E-Everyone is really worried about you guys." I told them, trying my darndest not to cry as they all started to tear up themselves. I fiddled with my fingers, a lump stuck in my throat. "Th-They were scared… that… that you were…"
I couldn't finish. I looked down, squeezing my eyes shut. My chest hurt so bad; it was like something was crushing my heart, tearing away at it. Yukimura inhaled deeply and smiled, looking at me. "Thank you. I think we can hold on a little longer now."
"Yes!" One of his men exclaimed, taking a bite of his own fish. "Th-Thank you…"
Another samurai nodded, holding his food close to his chest. "We can do this, Yukimura. I'm no longer afraid. Our families are rooting for us."
No. No, no, no. I can't let them die. I won't let that happen.
I shook my head fervently. "Just go home!" The men looked startled by my sudden shout, voice rising in volume. "We… We can take care of the rest, so just go back to them, okay? They're worried about you a-and they… they might lose you if you remain here! Just go!"
A hand rested on my shoulder, but I didn't look to see who it belonged to. It squeezed my shoulder lightly, trying to calm my anxiety.
"Don't…" My hands fell to my sides, useless and weak. They couldn't do anything. Not even reach out and save them, dragging them out of this castle. "Don't leave them alone…"
Yukimura stared at me for a long moment, before grimly shaking his head. "I'm sorry… but we can't do that. There are people who still haven't escaped yet."
"You're not scared for your life?" Miroku questioned, voice ringing out from behind me. It was him who was trying to comfort me. "Don't you wish to see your families again?"
"There's no sense in dying here!" Sango told them, frowning. She was just as upset. "Go home."
Yukimura stood his ground, gaze unwavering. "We are samurai," He said, "we protect our lord and our people. And yet… we were unable to protect the lord. As such, we must protect all who were left alive. That is our duty."
The samurai behind him nodded, murmuring and voicing their agreements. "Exactly."
"That's… our duty."
"But you'll die!" I argued, completely breaking down. The tears fell out of my control, dripping down my cheeks. I curled my hands into fists, pulling away from Miroku's grasp and swinging my arm out to the side. "Don't you care about your wives at all!? Your kids!? What will…" I hiccuped. "What will they d-do… without… without…"
I can't breathe. I'm hyperventilating. My throat and head hurt. All I could think about were how those women were going to react when they found out their husbands were dead, how they were going to be forced to live without their loved ones from that moment on. The pain that they would feel.
A pair of arms wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me back into a soft chest. Sango held me close, resting her head on mine. "Breathe, Irene…" She murmured softly. "Don't hurt yourself."
"B-But-But-!" They were going to let themselves die. "W-We can-We can save- We can-!"
"They'll understand…" Yukimura told me, voice quiet and gaze solemn. He was clearly as upset as I was about this, but he wasn't letting it show. "Even my wife. Shino will-"
"No!"
I tried to pull away from Sango, but she held firm. I was screaming by this point.
"How could she!? You're leaving her for… for… for death!"
"It's already decided."
"It's not!"
Why? Why does he keep trying to insist on fighting!? Why can't he just go home to his family where he'll be safe and they'll be happy!? It's better that way! If they stay in this castle they'll be found by demons and eaten. The wives were so worried and he's just… they all just… are going to sacrifice themselves.
They have a choice. An opportunity to see their families again.
Why throw that away?
Why give it up for some strangers?
I want my sister. I want to see her so bad. I want to go home. I want to see my family.
They should want to see their families, too. Right? Why can't they just be selfish? Give up and go home. Live life. Be happy. Stay safe.
"Can you stop crying already?" Inuyasha demanded, stepping forward. "If we keep dawdling, Naraku is gonna get away!"
"Inuyasha!" Sango exclaimed, aghast by his behavior. She frowned, glaring. "No need to be so harsh."
"They already made their decision." He said, arms crossed. Oddly enough Inuyasha didn't look as angry as he sounded, appearing more bothered than anything. "We can't stop them. Stand up and get on Kirara, Irene. We need to get to Naraku."
I lacked the strength to argue or protest anymore, hand clamped over my mouth as I tried to muffle the sobs that were escaping. Sango helped walk me over to Kirara, who let out a worried growl when she saw me. Yukimura turned to face Inuyasha, a pained expression on his face. "Are you guys going to the tower?"
"If that's where Naraku is, then yeah." The half-demon answered. "It's why we came here. We've been looking to destroy him."
"I see… then here- take this." He handed him the tower key.
Miroku spoke up. "Are you certain?"
The samurai nodded. "Yes… we are no match for the demon. You, however… I think can do it. Please, take our place and go kill that beast!"
I curled against Kirara, face buried in her fur, hiccuping and sobbing, Sango's hand running along my back gently. She said nothing- merely trying to comfort me in silence. Kagome looked distraught by the whole situation, but she knew there wasn't anything that could be done. The samurai would try and rescue the remaining people in the castle, most likely die doing so, and we would be forced to continue on living with that fact in our hearts.
But damn it. I hated it.
I hated Naraku. What did he gain from doing this? I still don't understand.
Who even was he?
I tried to force myself to stop crying, but that only made the pain in my chest worse. "You just care too much, don't you?" Sango said, her voice only making me cry harder. I felt so horrible. Empty. Alone. "There, there…"
My family was gone.
I might never see Maria again. She wasn't any of the people we encountered in this castle so far. Would she be in the tower with Naraku? If not, then where? What if she's… dead?
No.
"I'm here. The samurai will make it out, I'm sure of it."
If Naraku wants me alive for some reason… he would have had to keep her for leverage. Right? Wouldn't he? Maria isn't dead.
My fingers dug into Kirara's fur for a moment and I held my breath, staring into nothing as anger slowly made its way onto my features. I pushed myself up, feeling the pinwheel shift in my pocket. I reached out and grabbed it, ignoring the stares I was receiving- even as the cat demon began to move and we walked out of the room.
"Irene?" Sango asked, concerned. "What is it?"
I raised my gaze up to meet her own, furious and sad all at once. The pinwheel shook in my hands, body trembling. "They will make it out." I told her. "Because Naraku will be dead."
Her eyes widened.
I looked away, glaring into the distance as we continued down the hall. Nobody spoke, at least not until we went up a few more staircases. Kagome stopped walking, eyes narrowing in focus as something caught her attention. "I… I feel it. There's a jewel shard up ahead. A big one. N-Naraku is… he's actually here."
"Finally." Inuyasha growled. "Let's go get him."
I don't care anymore. I'm done. I reached into my other pocket and grabbed my inhaler, coughing whilst I used it, holding my breath for as long as I could, teeth grinding together as the anger tried to boil over. My fingers kept flickering with red light, as if uncertain if it should be used.
"Wait-!" Shippō cried out after we turned a corner. "Do you hear something? It… sounds like someone is crying."
Everyone looked at me. I blinked, realization dawning, and then made a face. "I stopped, okay? Leave me alone."
Inuyasha's ears twitched and he turned his head. "You're right, Shippō. It sounds like it's coming from over there by those barrels…" His nose twitched and he stepped forward, trying to get a closer look. There was a shriek and a young girl came tumbling out, running towards the other side of the room. "Whoa!"
"D-Demon! Ahhh!"
She tripped and fell, curling into the corner and sobbing with her hands placed over her head.
"I-I don't want to die… somebody… H-Help me!"
Kagome stepped forward, following the girl cautiously. "H-Hey, it's okay! Inuyasha is only half demon. We're here to help you, I promise."
She looked so young. No older than fourteen. Could she be…? "A-Are you Otoki?"
The girl paused, sniffling, slowly raising her brown eyes to meet mine. Her skin was so pale and freckled, her long black hair pulled back by a single ribbon. "Y… Yes?" She watched me slide off of Kirara's back, stumbling over to her with the pinwheel in hand. "Who are you?"
I've never felt more relieved.
I landed on my knees roughly in front of her, holding the object out for the girl to see. "I'm Irene. A-And… y-your brother he… he made this for you! Juzo, right?"
The girl hesitantly took the pinwheel from me, eyes brightening when she saw the workmanship of the item. "H-He's okay then? Oh…" Her lips curled back and she choked. "I-I'm so happy…"
Shippō bounded over, looking up at the girl. "There are samurai downstairs helping the people who couldn't escape." He informed her. "Try and make it down there, and you'll be able to get out of the castle!"
She brought a delicate pink sleeve up to her face, wiping at her tears despite the fact that they wouldn't stop falling. "Th-Thank you so much… I-I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't…" She sniffed. The girl shakily stood, holding the pinwheel close to her chest. "I-I'll go now. Thank you."
"O-Otoki?" I stammered, standing and looked at her as she walked away. The girl paused, glancing over her shoulder. I wobbled over there, reaching out with my arms and wrapping them around her shoulders. She stiffened. "I… I told him I would hug you for him, s-so…" I pulled away, biting hard on my lower lip. "Be… Be safe, okay? He's waiting for you."
She offered a weak smile. "Th-Thank you… I-I will! Good-bye!"
And with that she took down the stairs.
I rested a hand against my chest, feeling as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I was so dizzy, but… there was a glimmer of joy in the mess of emotions now. It was almost nice. Otoki was alive. Safe. She would make it out of the castle. Nothing to worry about except…
I turned my head, looking at the group I was travelling with. They all nodded, sharing silent conversations as they met each other's eyes.
...Naraku.
Climbing back onto Kirara, the two of us followed the group through the castle tower hallway, down a corner, where we eventually turned and walked into a large room. Through that room we entered another hall, up another flight of stairs. This led us to the very top of the tower, walking slowly to the room at the end. There was a divider blocking out the view of what was inside upon immediately entering, but we could hear voices.
And I did not like what I heard.
"You made it. It's about time."
The voice was low and deep, underlined with something cold. It sent chills down my spine and I froze, the only thing allowing me to move forward being the cat demon I was sitting upon. Inuyasha stepped forward and kicked the divider out of the way, glaring at the man standing across from us. Naraku looked so unlike anything I had ever imagined.
"You're late."
His skin was so pale it was almost like snow, his long dark curly hair falling in waves over his shoulders. Eyes a vibrant red, accented only more by the blue eyeshadow he wore, they seemed to stare into our very souls. Judging us, calculating what our next course of action would be. The evil half-demon's top and hakama were a dark purple, with a lighter vest overtop. Overall, his attire was simple, and his features were harsh yet delicate, but... there was something else about him. Something that made your skin crawl. His aura seemed to radiate danger, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand up and making your palms sweaty. It felt like one wrong step out of place and then... it would just be over. And the worst part of it all? Naraku was beautiful.
Completely and utterly beautiful.
And I hated it.
I stared at him, unable to believe that this was the person who caused all this suffering, and yet the look on his face said it all. "You… You're Naraku?" He looked at me, standing beside the masked woman who had attacked us before back in Kasasagi. "You were… the one who… who brought me here? Where's Maria? What did you do with her!?"
"Do you want to know?" He asked, expression blank and void of any feeling. The man turned his head, looking at the woman beside him. "Is this the girl, Anastasia? The one you wanted?"
"What are you mumbling about?" Sango growled, grabbing her hiraikotsu. "Naraku, are you prepared to die!?"
The man laughed. Something about this stranger was incredibly intimidating-more so than any foe I've ever faced during my time here. Even more than Kagura. Seeing Naraku up close I could clearly make out the resemblance between the two. "You're all fools!"
Inuyasha ran at Naraku, no longer participating in the conversation as he went in for the kill. "Just die already!" He screamed, swinging with the tetsusaiga, but a light erupted around Naraku and Anastasia and the half-demon went flying. He landed roughly on his feet, cursing loudly. "What is that!?"
"A barrier!" Miroku exclaimed. "It's constructed around himself instead of the castle!"
"Grr- that won't stop me! WIND SCAR!"
The demonic aura swirled around the blade, the energy building up and releasing all at once. It flew at Naraku and Anastasia, but where it should have made contact… it swirled over the barrier he had constructed around him, destroying the entire back half of the room while leaving them completely unscathed. He really…
He really just avoided that. What? Kagome drew her arrow and released, shooting at him in both frustration and hatred. "Curse you! Why won't these work!?"
"How strong his barrier!?" Sango demanded, catching her hiraikotsu after it doubled back towards her. She had thrown it, but it did absolute nothing to dent the barrier. Not even Miroku's sutras were working. I squinted my eyes, trying to find something akin to the crystal from before, but it wasn't there. Why not? Were all barriers different? "We can't beat him like this!"
Naraku grinned at us, raising a hand into the air. "You never could… Now taste my miasma and perish!" Purple mist shot out of his palms and into the room. At that moment it was as if all air was swept out of the room, replaced with something thick and corrosive, tearing into our throats and burning all of our lungs.
I was the first to fall down, spitting and coughing, fingers clawing at my chest, a hand over my mouth as I wheezed. Kirara knelt down and hissed, shaking her fur back-and-forth and nearly knocking me off her back. Sango fumbled for her gas mask, and Inuyasha held tight to Kagome with a sleeve over his mouth. The middle schooler looked ready to pass out. Miroku was hunched over hacking up a storm. My vision was turning black, dancing with spots, the world spinning around me.
"C-Can't… move-!"
What is this purple smoke? It burns worse than any fire or acid.
"Damn it all…" Sango growled, glaring up at him from her spot on the floor. "I'll k-kill you…"
"You're weak." Naraku responded easily, unimpressed. "The battle is over. Anastasia, grab the girl and leave. There's nothing left to do here- Inuyasha and his friends will die to my miasma eventually."
The woman began to step forward, walking towards me. Inuyasha forced himself up onto his feet and charged, swinging with his sword to stop her. "Don't you dare try it, demon!"
"Demon?" She echoed curiously, watching as he aimed his blade at her. The tetsusaiga bounced off the violet barrier, the half-demon stumbling back with a cough. She raised a hand in the air, orange flames dancing upon her palm. The snake threatened to bite at Inuyasha. "Hn. You are mistaken."
"Ugh…"
"E-Even the tetsusaiga won't work!" Kagome forced out, hunched over. Naraku turned and looked at them, eyes narrowing.
"Those who go against me will die a painful death… now accept your fate."
My body… it's completely paralyzed. Not even my fingers could move; I was stuck, lying on the ground after Kirara collapsed. This is insane. Were we really going to die here? After all it took to get to this place? I can't… accept that.
There has to be a way, right? Anastasia began to make her way towards me again, face still hidden behind that cursed mask. I wanted to know what she looked like so bad- it was driving me insane. If I could manage it… I would like to rip that mask off her face once she got close enough. Maybe I could try blasting her with my Shikigami?
"Naraku!" A familiar voice cried out, several men entering the room. I could barely turn my head to look at them, struggling to make out the image of the red armor and swords. The person shouting… it was Yukimura. Naraku moved and glanced over at them, narrowing his eyes.
"You're supposed to be dead. What do you want?"
"I will avenge my king!" The human cried, running at the half-demon. Yukimura slashed at him with his sword. "Take that, beast!"
The blade bounced off of Naraku's barrier, snapping in half upon contact. They're supposed to be downstairs, helping people escape! Why are they here? They should be leaving to return to their families! Another samurai charged at the masked priestess, trying to push her back away from me. "Leave her alone! Hyah! W-Whoa!" The snake reached out and bit at him, fangs digging into his throat. The length of the snake's body wrapped around him.
Raising her other arm, a red dragon erupted from a pentagram out of the ground and flew towards the men. "You're in my way." An explosion occurred as it crashed into the floor, phasing through their bodies before sending the samurai flying.
"G-Get out…" I couldn't stand to watch. "...please…"
"You can't beat him!" Shippō cried. "It's pointless! Run…! Run away!"
"We have no choice!" One of the soldiers declared, fear written all over his face as he pushed himself back up and brandished his weapon. Blood was trickling down his forehead. His brown eyes were determined. "We can't back down! It's out duty to protect the people! To protect you!"
Suddenly one the soldiers moved over to us, trying to lift us onto our feet while the other samurai distracted Naraku and Anastasia. "You have to get out of here! There's a secret passage that leads back into the town- use it!" The man coughed roughly into his shoulder, inhaling the miasma Naraku had let loose. Nudging the giant cat demon, Kirara slowly began to move- teeth grabbing at my arm and dragging me with her, even if it caused me to bleed. Inuyasha slung Kagome over his shoulder, hunched over and barely walking.
"What!?" Naraku growled. "You still have strength!?"
The soldier had to help Sango, Shippō, and Miroku, guiding us all over to a large hanging scroll. Naraku let loose another wave of miasma, this time even thicker than before, and the samurai dropped the monk and slayer into the passage. Inuyasha and Kagome went in next, with Kirara dragging me after. "Wh-What about you?" Shippō wheezed, falling off of Miroku's shoulder onto the ground. "Y-You guys gotta come too…"
"You're all imbeciles!" Naraku shouted, "Die!"
The samurai could no longer stand at this point, falling to the floor as the hanging scroll shut closed. The miasma in the room was fatal, and I found myself being pulled by Kirara whilst in shock. The men's screams rang in my ears, filling the castle halls.
"D-Don't run away!" Yukimura cried. "W-We have… to give them more time to escape…"
They're dying. The samurai are being killed and we're just running away, letting it happen. Naraku was murdering them all, suffocating them to death while Anastasia used her power over the Shikigami to wound them. They were being tortured in there.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
I wasn't even sure if I was breathing anymore, the world around me slowly becoming all black, the pounding in my head becoming too much to bear. I was going to black out. I think Inuyasha let out an enraged yell, swearing and cursing Naraku's name, but I couldn't make out the exact details. The silence was deafening. I didn't speak at all during our escape, simply staring at the back of the hanging scroll as we got further and further away, body limp as Kirara's teeth dug into my flesh as she used all her strength to drag me away.
Eventually the pain and shock became too much, and I just… closed my eyes.
Chapter 13: A Deal Between Spirits
Chapter Text
Damn it! They were so close! How could Naraku just gain the upperhand like that? Inuyasha grit his teeth together and growled, struggling to carry Kagome and Miroku down the mountain. Shippō was on Kirara's back, Irene being dragged by the arm in Kirara's jaws. The only one out of his group of friends that was still conscious was Sango, whose gas mask was keeping her lungs cleared enough so that she could walk. Kirara was struggling, even with being a full fledged demon, but the cat demon was determined.
They had to get to the mountain base… at the very least.
Doctors- someone with medicine had to be down there. Their frail human bodies won't last very long otherwise.
"Come on… don't die on me yet, damn it." The half-demon cursed. "We're almost… there…"
Inuyasha swayed, his vision getting blurry. How much farther? He can see trees. Sango's eyes were starting to close, too. She was using her hiraikotsu for balance, to keep her steady as she headed down the mountain. Almost…
Ah-! His foot slipped on some gravel and he, Kagome, and Miroku were all sent tumbling down the rest of the mountain hill, crashing down hard onto a grassy plain. Sango called out for him, but it took the remaining strength she had to do so. The slayer tried to rush after him and the others, to make sure they were okay, but her body gave out and she fell unconscious. Kirara roared, catching the slayer on her back before she could tumble down like the half-demon did.
Carrying the weight of everyone down the hill, Kirara collapsed and curled into a ball, transforming into her kitten state and falling asleep. Inuyasha's eyes fluttered open and he could make out the shape of someone walking towards them. Unfortunately...
"H-Help them."
...was all he could say. If he was stronger this wouldn't have happened. He was so damned weak as a half-demon. Not even his great sword worked against the barrier Naraku put up. Why was he so pathetic?
Now everyone is going to die because… of him...
…
The half-demon woke in a daze. Body recovering much faster than regular humans, the poison had already made its way out of his system. Yet something wasn't right. Without herbs he would be feeling the effects of the miasma, so how…?
He turned his head, ears twitching upon hearing the sound of an old man praying. Kakuju dabbed some cloths into buckets of cold water, carefully straining them and resting them upon the foreheads of his companions. He was currently tending to Irene, who was the most badly affected by Naraku's miasma. Her skin was deathly pale and dark circles sat under her eyes, chest heaving up-and-down painfully. The old man wiped the sweat off of her face, something strange in his expression as he cared for her.
It was as if the blind priest was unnerved by the girl. What was it about Irene that bothered him so?
Kakuju rested his shaky hand against the side of her face, feeling her bone structure. He looked as if he were going to cry. "From the future, they said…" He murmured to himself. "Just how much time has passed? Are the spirits cursing me? Punishing me for what I had done…?"
Inuyasha narrowed his eyes and coughed, sitting up and catching the attention of the heartbroken priest. Kakuju jumped and turned, looking in the general direction of the half-demon. "Hey…" He began, noticing the basket of herbal remedies and the bucket of water, several towels soaked with blood from wounds that were tended to. "What'd you do, old man?"
The blind man didn't speak for a moment. When he did, he avoided the question by answering something else the half-demon had been wondering, "I found you at the base of the mountain. This hut belongs to a kind villager, one who had opened his home to me on my travels. With his help I carried you all here and have been tending to you since. How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine." He said, frowning. There was something strange about this person and Inuyasha's suspicions only grew stronger. He knew that old man had some kind of connection to Irene- he just couldn't figure out what. His first guess was an ancestor, but she had no family in Japan. They looked nothing alike. Their powers were the same, or at least Inuyasha assumed they were, for he was able to help her unlock them. "How's she doing?"
"Ah, Irene… yes." He shook his head, looking quite pale himself. "She's… not doing well. I'm afraid the poison took to her body faster than the others."
Kakuju didn't appear surprised at all from this, almost as if he had expected it. What did he know about her that he wasn't telling them? It was driving Inuyasha insane. "Will she get better? What about Kagome and Sango? Miroku, Shippō, and Kirara?"
"There's… no telling." He said quietly. "The last time I witnessed such a terrible thing on someone so sickly, the victim passed away shortly after. I… I fear that young Irene will share the same fate."
Damn it. Curse that Naraku-! Inuyasha grit his teeth together and dug his claws into the floorboards, rage boiling in his chest. If only he were stronger! If he could have complete mastery over his sword, then destroying Naraku would be simple!
No one would be getting hurt like this. Not Kagome, not Sango, not even Irene.
She was the last one who needed to get caught up in their battle, and yet…
He dragged her into it. Fuck. What kind of friend was he? Inuyasha knew she was weak, that she couldn't fight properly, that she got ill so easily. Of course she would be more susceptible to Naraku's miasma. What an idiot! The girl always wears herself out by crying and freaking out about every little thing- he knew she was going to die sooner or later!
Damn it, damn it, damn it!
"The others will recover just fine, thankfully. If the poison were any stronger they might not have survived."
"But Irene will die?" He felt relief at hearing that the others would be safe- especially Kagome- but his mind was focused on the woman who he had once saved from bleeding out in a forest. That day felt like so long ago- when they first met. Had it truly already been almost a month? Was it over a month now? He couldn't recall. "Is there anything we can do?"
Kakuju shook his head slowly. "I'm doing all that I can. But my connection with the spirits are weak, so they can not help us. Not unless they act of their own will. When I made those sutras for the monk it was with my own spiritual ability- not the abilities of the spirits."
Inuyasha sat up, slamming his fist hard onto the floor. He felt so tired. "But can't you try asking them!? I thought you said they favor her!?"
He didn't respond. The blind man simply ran the cloth along the girl's face, listening to her breathing. Even Inuyasha could tell she wouldn't last long at this rate. There was one person he knew could help, but that village was so far away- Inuyasha wasn't certain he could get to Jinenji's farm and back here to the hut in time. It might already be too late.
"Hey, old man…" The half-demon began, mind trying to piece something together about Kakuju's strange behavior. "That victim you were just talking about… who were they?"
He paused, turning away from the girl he was tending to and reaching into his basket of herbs. Kakuju felt each one until he found the one he was looking for, putting it into a mortar and crushing it with a pestle. "...If you must know… she was my wife."
"Oh." There was nothing he could say to that. Inuyasha turned away, staring at his group of friends for a moment, and then forced himself up into a standing position. His body felt so sore. "I'm… going to get some fresh air. I'll be back."
Kakuju listened as the half-demon stormed out of the hut, the beaded door swinging shut. He sighed and reached over, grabbing the girl's pale hand. He thought for a moment, ignoring the horrible memories that were attempting to rise to the surface. If only he could see normally again, things would be made certain… yet this was how things were.
"If only you could use the power a bit better." He said quietly, already mourning the loss that hasn't yet happened. "They show so much favor, so why…? How did this happen? You're different from her, are you not? Don't follow that same path… please, Irene. Reach out to the Shikigami. I implore you. Save yourself this once..."
…
What's happening to me? Everything hurts.
It's cold. My body is boiling, burning worse than any fire. I can't see or speak; the one sense I had that seemed to be working were my nerves, all of which were under excruciating pain. I couldn't even scream.
It was as if something was binding me, dragging me down deeper and deeper into an abyss.
...
Sango and Kirara finally woke up. They didn't move around a whole lot that day, mostly spending time resting and recovering, but they were greatly worried about their comrades. Kirara wouldn't leave her or Irene's sides, curled up in her kitten form and licking their faces to encourage them to wake up and feel better. After them it was Miroku, but he was moving around a lot faster than they were as he was used to being poisoned. He was helping tend to the others, showing much concern for his ill comrades.
Meanwhile Inuyasha was fuming. He was outside slashing the air with his sword, practicing his swings and growling at nothing, cursing the world and Naraku for being this way. Inuyasha cursed himself for being this way. For not being stronger. He needed to get better at wielding the tetsusaiga, so he could surpass his father and become strong enough to protect everyone that he cared about.
Not that he would ever admit out loud how much he cared about the others, but… they knew how he felt. He didn't have to say it. Right?
But Kagome still hasn't woken up… and neither has Shippō or Irene. The foreigner was still so pale, sweating and shivering, her body having trouble fighting the poison. If she doesn't get better within the next day or two… Irene will die. Her sister won't ever see her again. Damn it.
Curse that Naraku! They needed Irene for something, but then they'd just go and throw her away like that? What- did they plan to just go after Maria instead? Did they have her already- if so, how come she wasn't at the castle? They went all over and tore that place apart searching for survivors. What was their aim?
Unless… they knew Irene would survive.
Inuyasha lowered his sword, a frown on his face as he thought. His eyebrows knitted together frustratedly.
Irene's gotten through every hurdle thrown at her thus far; even when she caught that disease a while back she still recovered. For someone so sick and weak, she's quite tough. She's not even a demon. Why does she fight so hard to survive? She didn't have anything prove like Inuyasha did.
There was no point.
Did she love her sister that much? That she would dangle herself on the brink of death and pull herself back again? She was so determined to find her. To keep everyone she met alive. It was a pointless effort- people die so easily here; the Feudal Era was so different from Irene and Kagome's times. Much more dangerous.
Maria might not even be alive herself.
But… Irene fought so hard. Struggled to get here. Even with her sickness she does her best.
She could stand not to be so emotional and avoid crying over every little thing, but Inuyasha could let that pass. She had a lot on her plate at the moment. She couldn't go home home whenever she wanted like Kagome could, and Kagome didn't have to take several different medicines daily just to function normally.
What a pain. Inuyasha sighed, turning and looking in the direction of the hut everyone was staying. Irene better make it out of this alive.
He won't forgive her if she dies. Not after she forced herself into becoming one of his friends.
…
I'm so scared. I don't know what to do. There was only the empty black, stretching on for miles without end.
...
Kagome finally woke up. Inuyasha's never felt more relieved. Sango was sitting next to her, helping Kakuju tend to her and ensuring that she didn't wear herself out. Kirara was feeling quite well this night, although Shippō was drowsy. Inuyasha tapped his claws impatiently against the ground, staring at the only remaining member of their group that hasn't woken up yet.
…
How can I get out of here? My body is stuck.
"One does not leave."
What was that? Who did that voice belong to? Where was it coming from? It kept moving around, drifting from place-to-place. I couldn't pin it down.
…
Irene's never looked closer to death. The poison had taken over as a fever by this point, spreading completely throughout her body. Her lips and fingertips had turned completely blue, the horrific purple of miasma spreading along her flesh as it continued to run rampant within her bloodstream. Soon enough, in just a few hours, it would reach her heart and kill her.
…
The voice even sounded garbled, not having one clear distinct sound, but two. It was if several voices were overlapping the other. I had no idea what kind of person was speaking to me. I wanted to ask, to speak up, but my throat was clogged by whatever was hurting me. I couldn't even feel my limbs now; just this harsh, intense boil all throughout my body. I wasn't sure where it hurt most. It was everywhere.
"I am no person." The voice told me. ""I am a spirit."
What kind of spirit? Was it here to kill me-?
"I am a Shikigami… but I have not yet been given a form; not by you, anyhow. Your soul will only be safe if you are able to do so."
I'm not quite sure I understand. Does that mean I can't get out of here? The pain won't stop? I felt like I was going to drown in this river of black sludge, already sinking deeper inside of it with each passing second. Who was this spirit talking to me? Which one was it? Did I not know of this one yet?
Can I even give it form? Have I been the one giving the previous Shikigami their appearances?
"You are our Summoner. We exist to serve you."
Yet if I betray that trust, you'll betray me. Why help me?
"...Tell me, do you desire freedom? From the toxin- the illness brought on by the miasma plaguing your mortal body?"
Freedom? I would like to get out of this place- to end this agonizing pain and embrace the world once more. If I stayed here any longer… I was scared I would die.
"You are dying. I can heal you of your abnormal status, but your weakness will remain. Do you desire your freedom, even if it means to continue living in suffering?"
Were my lungs really in such bad shape that people could consider it to be suffering? It wore me out greatly and some days it took a lot to even get dressed, arms weak and tired, legs not even wanting to walk. Heart pounding so fast just sitting down trying to get oxygen through my body. It frustrated me and sometimes I was scared that if I fell asleep I wouldn't wake up, but… I didn't want to give in.
I liked living, painful as it is. I would love to be more active, to do things regular people could. But I can't no matter how much I wish it… and that's just something I have to accept.
I have severe limitations on what I can and can not do. That doesn't mean I want to die because of it. I have people I care about. I don't want to make them upset. Maybe it's selfish of me, but… that's fine. I'm a selfish person.
Yet being selfish doesn't mean I can't want to help others.
And being trapped in this place… burning for all eternity… won't let me do that. I need to get out. If this spirit can help me do that, I want it to help me. I'll just have to find some way to repay its kindness. Is there anything it would want me to do for it?
"You've already helped us, human. Now speak my incantation."
Speak? I can't speak. My voice won't work. What am I supposed to say? I struggled to get out the words, hardly able to move my lips. I was stuck. What form would the spirit even take? A creature that would free one from abnormalities… perhaps… a bird? It kept saying things about freeing me. What would the creature be?
Suddenly a light could be seen shining in the distance. Warm and bright, but not so blinding that I couldn't look at it. And I could see it- slowly taking shape with its feathers shaded in brilliant hues of blue, a large eagle flapping its wings and flying through the darkness. With each beat of its majestic wings some of the darkness cleared away, leaving light to filter into sight. It flew high in the air, circling above, before diving down to where I was- purifying the area with its fiery blue trail.
Its body trailed above the river stream, claws splashing the black sludge and clearing it away to reveal beautiful clear water. The eagle neared me, sapphire eyes gleaming in the sun, and I found my body able to rise from the liquid that had once been binding me. It was still so hard to move, but as the eagle moved closer I found the black dripping off of my form into the earth below- dissipating completely. A wind blew around us, forcing the darkness back.
The sky above us was so blue, so incredible. It was like a dream.
"Reach into your heart. The words the incantation will hold… are there."
The eagle flew into reach. As I took in the view something dawned on me- a realization of sorts. This creature with their overflowing blue sky… it would fill the land with its saving winds if I asked. It would rid one of all poison, no matter how great, and free a person from the effects a demonic aura could create.
"Yes. It shall be done."
My hand rose from the water as the eagle came closer, its forehead pressing into my palm and phasing through my body. Its wings beat once more and at that moment... my heart picked up pace.
"Now rise."
…
Inuyasha was pacing outside the hut when he heard someone mumbling to themselves. The half-demon barged into the building, pushing the beaded door aside and staring at the girl with wide eyes. Sango, Miroku, and Kakuju looked equally shocked, seeing the way Irene was muttering to herself quietly and grimacing for a moment before falling back asleep. She looked so tired. Still pale, but her veins no longer appeared purple.
"Th-The Shikigami just…" Miroku stammered from his spot kneeling down, hands placed together as if he had been praying. And Inuyasha knew for a fact that the monk had been praying, using his spiritual powers as best as he could to help Irene's body heal from the toxin. "It came out of the ground and healed her."
"I've never seen her summon that animal before!" Sango exclaimed, stunned. "Is it a new one?"
"She's done it." Kakuju whispered. The old man looked as though he were about to cry, a shaky smile on his lips. "She communicated with the Shikigami."
"Wh-What happened?" Shippō asked, looking back-and-forth at everyone and then at the resting foreigner. "I-Is she okay? Did the eagle save her!?"
Miroku lowered his hands, staring at the girl closely. "I… believe so. Her breathing is a lot smoother now. What do you think, Kakuju?"
The blind man rested a hand above the girl's face, feeling for her breath. He nodded. "Yes. Irene will be quite well. She just needs rest. Her body is a lot frailer than most. How is your friend?"
"Kagome's doing good as well." Sango answered, having been tending to her when the blue flame of the spirits flared up in the hut. Inuyasha stepped forward, walking over and squatting beside the middle schooler's sleeping form. "She's sleeping right now. I think when they both wake up, we all could go for a nice meal."
Kakuju chuckled at that. "Indeed! I'll inform Kichibei at once that his visitors are recovering. He'll be happy to know."
"Is that who this hut belongs to?" Miroku asked curiously. Shippō grabbed a wet cloth and began to dab at Irene's forehead, wiping away the sweat. Color was slowly returning to her skin, but once she wakes up she was going to be in severe need of her breathing treatments. Unfortunately, all of their stuff was back at the entrance to the castle town. "I'll have to thank him for his hospitality. And you, Kakuju. If there's ever anything you need, let us know; we'll be sure to repay you for your kindness. If you didn't find us when you did, we would already be dead."
Kakuju shook his head at that, using his cane to help himself stand up. "There's no need. My only request is that you take good care of the girl."
"How come you like her so much?" Shippō asked, frowning. "You barely even know her."
The old man paused on his way out of the hut, considering the question. "She reminds me of someone from long ago. Please... do not bother yourself with questions about my past; it is something… best forgotten."
Kakuju left the hut and Inuyasha narrowed his eyes at him, watching as the old man disappeared from sight. "Okay, now that's suspicious. Are you guys really sure we can trust him?"
Sango shrugged. "I see no reason why we shouldn't. He's been kind to us thus far. You really don't like him, Inuyasha?"
"Somethin' just doesn't sit right with me." He explained, frowning deeply. He turned to glance over at Irene, watching her as she soundly slept. "He said Irene reminds him of his wife. That she died from poison. Kakuju was there when Irene came to this time. Isn't it all a bit too… you know- weird? It's too much of a coincidence! There has to be a link somewhere."
"Irene has no relatives here." Shippō said, frowning. "She can't be a descendant from someone of Japanese origin."
"That's true." Miroku agreed. "Maybe another reincarnation? Kagome does not share a bloodline with Kikyō."
"But his wife would have to be foreign!" Sango countered. "She can't be a reincarnation of someone that's of a totally different ethnicity. ...Can she?"
They all stared at the girl inquiringly, so many questions in the air floating around about her origin and why she was here in Feudal Japan. The longer they traveled the less they knew. More things just piled up onto their list of unanswered questions. Irene was a strange one, that was for certain.
"But what would that have to do with Naraku and Anastasia?" Shippō asked, confused. "I don't get it."
Sango sighed. "You're right. We're way off base. But we don't know anything about Anastasia- just that she can use the Shikigami power as well. And she's a demon, so she can't be related to her. We need more to go on. Kakuju and his story will have to wait."
"What's… going on?" Kagome murmured, groggily opening her eyes and sitting up. The wet cloth fell off of her forehead, falling onto her lap. "My head hurts…"
"Kagome!" Sango and Miroku exclaimed. Shippō hopped over to the girl, tackling her lightly and wrapping his arms around her shoulders in a hug.
"We've been so worried! I'm so glad you're okay."
She gave a weak smile, reciprocating the embrace. "I woke up earlier. But thanks, Shippō. I'm glad you are, too. How's Irene? She awake yet?"
Inuyasha shook his head. "Nope. The poison is out of her system though."
"Wh-What? How?"
They went on to explain what happened. By the time they were finished, Kagome herself looked ready to panic.
"H-Her medicine! She needs her medicine! Inuyasha, we left them at the castle. We need to go get them or else-!"
"It'll take over a week to get back to the castle." Miroku informed, shaking his head. "We went down the back of the mountain. We'll have to retrace our steps back to Kasasagi Town, through Kaede's Village, to Tsuzumi Village, and then through the cave in order to get back to the castle. The secret passage we took brought us all the way across the mountain, but it's a one-way trip. We can't climb back through it. Even attempting it would cost us our lives. Rindoh Village is a very long way away from the castle."
"Oh no…" Kagome brought her hands to her mouth, horrified. "Irene won't last that long, will she? She can't breathe without- that's it." She stood, clearly panicking. "I need to go home. I-I have to replace what we lost, I can't- ohhh, that means my textbooks too! Mom's gonna- no, she won't, she's too nice, but still… I feel so bad. Oh man." She ruffled her hair, face growing paler with each passing second. Kagome looked ready to fall back down. "We need to hurry to Kaede's so I can get to the well! Inuyasha or Kirara will have to carry Irene so she doesn't exert herself during all this!"
"This is troublesome." Sango murmured, worried. "If we get attacked by demons and she tries to use her powers, she might be done for good this time. We can't risk battling. We'll have to keep her as far away from the danger as possible."
"Why don't we just go ahead and have Kirara bring Irene to Kaede's village?" Miroku suggested. "She'll be under watch there and we don't have to worry about protecting her. On Kirara's back by herself it won't take her more than a day to reach it if they're flying at full speed."
The cat demon let out a meow, showing her agreement. Sango nodded. "Yes. But we really need those supplies… shouldn't we send Kagome with her?"
"Perhaps."
"Let's do that!" Kagome clapped her hands together, falling to her knees. Inuyasha reached out ready to catch her, but stopped himself when she regained her balance. "I'll go home, bring Irene her stuff, then probably go back home if you guys aren't there yet and wait maybe… three days to return?"
"Sounds like a plan." Sango said, smiling. She looked down at her animal companion. "You up for that, Kirara?"
Another mew.
"Then let's wait for her to wake up. You alright with Kagome going home, Inuyasha?" She looked at the half-demon. "You haven't voiced any complaints."
His ear twitched. "Look, if Irene doesn't get her medicine she's as good as dead, right? Then there's nothing to complain about. It'll take us a while to get back to Kaede's village anyway, so whatever. Kagome can do what she wants in the meantime."
"Aww~ you're so understanding!" Kagome grinned, beaming at him. She reached out, ruffling his hair and scratching behind his ears. Inuyasha's leg twitched and he placed a hand on his knee, trying to keep it from moving like a puppy would when it's happy. "Who's a good boy?"
"Stop treating me like a god damned animal!" He snapped, glaring, pulling his head away. "I'm not a dog!"
"Sure you're not." She said, grinning jokingly. "Only half."
Irene awoke the next day. She was barely even aware of what was going around her, even after she ate and used her rescue inhaler. Without the rest of her medicine to get her through, she was a breathy groggy mess who could only nod to whatever they were saying, too worn to question what was happening as they put her and Kagome on Kirara, sending them off by themselves.
It was only two days later when they arrived at Kaede's that the girl even realized Inuyasha and the others weren't with them, having spent the majority of the time sleeping. She had no idea where they were or what happened, or that they had even spoken to her when she and Kagome left Rindoh Village. The villagers looked worried about Irene, but weren't surprised to see her in such a state. She was often catching ill, after all. Kagome left soon after.
…
A day had passed since the middle schooler arrived home. Having explained the situation to her mother, Kagome's grandfather quickly went ahead to call the doctor. The girl heaved a sigh and walked up the stairs to her room, throwing herself onto her soft bed. Her body sank into the mattress, a happy sigh escaping her lips. Her body was still sore from the poison, but at least… she had this to comfort her.
She hoped Irene would survive long enough for them to order and buy the medicine tomorrow. Then Kagome would return to this time, take her tests, and… oh- maybe go have some after school lunch with her friends. It's been so long. The girl would have to study tonight whilst waiting for her grandfather to tell her how the phone call went.
The girl had a bad feeling for some reason.
Whatever Irene was getting into with this Anastasia person… it wasn't good.
Her eyes opened, staring into the distance. She sat up and looked at the calendar on her wall, frowning when she saw the year. They were so far apart, yet so close at the same time. Irene was nineteen, wasn't she? That meant she was going to be born in about four years from now. Her sister might already be born.
How complicated this all is.
"Kagome! Have you seen the broom? Grandpa wants me to go sweep the area around the well since his back his hurting today…" Sōta peered into her room, looking at her. "I've been telling him he needs to hire help, but he's so stubborn! Hey, you okay?" He stepped forward, noticing she looked a bit paler than usual. "Did you and Inuyasha get into another fight today? Or… was there a really big battle? You're not hurt, are you!?"
Kagome sat up and waved him, smiling awkwardly. "It's fine~ don't worry about. I just inhaled some miasma is all. I'll be fine in a bit. I drank plenty of the antidote."
"A-Antidote?" That just made him look more concerned. "Th-That's for poison, isn't it!? You were poisoned!?"
Oh jeez. How was she supposed to calm him down now?
"Was it that Naraku dude you keep telling us about!? Did you beat him!?"
"No…" She sighed. "But we're close. We found his castle, but now we have to spend a few more days travelling to get to it. Even worse is that we lost our supplies, so Irene doesn't have her medicine."
"Irene?" Sōta blinked. "That, uh… American girl you mentioned a while back? Doesn't she have some kind of disease?"
"Yeah. She's really unlucky. It's like she's some kind of… what did you call it before, Sōta? A Glass Cannon? " Kagome tilted her head to the side, closing her eyes and slumping her shoulders. A nice, hot bath with shampoo and conditioner sounded amazing right now. Clean clothes, too. "I don't even know what that means, but… I wonder what her sister is doing. Or if she's even okay? But- that's for another day! Grandpa is calling the doctor and I need to clean myself up! Also- how could I have seen the broom? I've been gone for almost a week!"
"S-Sorry, I just thought I'd ask!" Sōta yelped, seeing the way she stood and put her hands on her hips. He quickly darted out of the room. "It was just a question, sis!"
Kagome smiled at him, having missed her younger brother. The conversations she had with Irene and Sango made her value Sōta even more. She was going to have to give him a hard time later, definitely. He's had it easy here without her to annoy him.
…
So dizzy. Where did Kagome go? What about… Inuyasha and Sango, and Miroku and Shippō? Where are they? Why am I… the only one at the village besides Kirara? I can't think. It hurts. I'm so tired, but I don't want to sleep. I've been doing that far too much. Too dangerous. Not now.
I need… air.
Kaede. She's talking- wait, what did she just say? I can't… focus.
Ah, I should move. Get out of the way; she's walking over here. My arms felt so weak, legs like limp noodles. I wasn't even moving yet my heart was pounding so fiercely. Kaede held a small bowl out in front of me, the liquid inside colored green and filled with herbs. Was it food? She held it up to my lips.
My senses cleared for a moment. I could breathe easier, but not by much. Standing took too much energy out of me; it left me dizzy and discombobulated. I was trapped in the role of a lifeless doll sitting in a corner. In-and-out. Deep breaths. In through nose, slowly out through mouth. There was no escape.
I'm scared. How come the others aren't here? I thought I saw them a few days ago. Did Naraku kill them? The miasma…
Had it affected them more than they showed?
No…
Kaede looked startled when she saw the tears start to fall. "Whatever is the matter, my child?" She asked, concerned. I couldn't speak. My lips moved, but hardly any sound came out. Eventually my lips just curled back and I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head and looking away. The priestess rested a hand against my cheek, frowning sadly. "Do not fret. Young Kagome will return soon enough."
But the others… why aren't they here?
Is she hiding something from me? Because she thinks I'm in such a bad state that I can't handle the truth? That I'm too childish to handle the truth?
Every time…
Whenever something happened back home no one would tell me. I would find out months later. Was I really so unreliable? Maybe my dad was right. I'm too emotional to be of use to others. I'll just be walked on and used, abandoned to rot. But… if that was the case… how come I'm still alive? If Inuyasha and the others are dead… why am I here? Shouldn't I have been the easiest to kill?
Was it the Shikigami that saved me?
I doubted I would find out. I remembered nothing after we were forced into the secret passage.
…
Kagome showed up two days later. Handing me my inhalers and apologizing for not being faster, she waited until I had finished using the portable nebulizer to head back through the well again. She apparently had a test to take, so she was rushing. I sat there in silence inhaling the medicine, sitting in a depression with Kirara on my lap.
Kagome hadn't mentioned Inuyasha or the others at all. Were they truly gone?
I… didn't want to believe it.
But they still weren't here.
Turning off the machine, I sat in silence. Contemplating everything that was going on, what had happened, and what might have led to Kagome and I being the only ones to come back to Kaede's Village on Kirara. Maria wasn't at the castle nor was she with Naraku, so… was she also…?
No. No.
It can't… be…
I cradled Kirara close to my chest, crying into her fur. The cat demon let out a confused meow and licked my face, trying to comfort me. I hated all of this. I hated it so much. What did we do to deserve this punishment? They were all good people! My sister… should have gotten better than this. She was incredible. Kind. Caring. I loved her so much a-and… she wasn't there at the castle.
"Sh-She's gone…" I whimpered, squeezing my eyes tightly shut. "M-Maria… Sango… In-Inuyasha… even M-Miroku and Shippō… they're all gone, Kirara." My voice cracked and I choked, hiccuping as I started to sob. What had led to this? We were supposed to destroy Naraku. Good defeats evil, right? That's always how it goes. "I-I don't know… wh-what I should do…"
…
My solution wound up being to freeze in the lake, unmoving and quiet for almost two whole hours. I ended up forcing myself underwater, holding my breath for as long as possible to try and distract myself from the heartache. When I started to get far too dizzy I rose to the surface, gasping and coughing and spitting out water, and then I repeated the process. Eventually I grew so wore out from it that I collapsed against a rock, Kirara letting out worried meows and disapproving growls.
"I-I can't…"
They were gone. They were seriously gone. I pressed my forehead against the rock, whimpering as I thought about how I would never see anyone again. We were talking and arguing and just… living a few days ago. Now they're gone? Just like that? Without any warning?
Curse that Naraku.
"I hate him…" My fingers curled into a fist and I shouted angrily, whirling around and slamming my hands into the water. It stung and the liquid splashed me in the face, but I didn't care. "I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!"
Kirara transformed, fur standing on end as she watched me. Flames tried to light themselves on my fingertips, but they were quickly washed out by the water. One of these days Naraku will die. Someone will kill him. That was my only consolation. He didn't exist in the future, right? That means he'll die eventually.
But it couldn't happen sooner!? RAAAAAH! I want to strangle him myself! Burn him! Melt his flesh away!
I sunk down, bringing my hands up to my face and pulling at my hair, burrowing underwater and nearly drowning myself as I refused to breathe. Everyone was gone! Dead! Why should I even bother trying to live when the person I was trying so desperately to remain alive for was gone!? What's the point of even going home now!? I can't take Naraku on my own and survive.
I'm all alone. Useless. Weak. I have nobody to care for.
No one but myself and that… is not a good thing.
Kirara crawled onto the boulder and flew over the lake, glaring into the water as she waited for me to rise back up again. I was starting to get dizzy again and my chest was burning painfully. A little longer and I would pass out. Would it be worth it? What would I gain from this?
No one would lose me. Anyone who could have are already lost. Those at home, those I met here…
Kaede and Kagome are all that's left.
My eyes opened and I rose to the surface, gasping.
I can't leave them behind. I lifted my head and stared blankly at Kirara for a moment as I realized she was about to dive in and pull me out if I didn't get out myself.
That's right… she's here too.
Sango was her human. Without her… Kirara won't have anyone. Kohaku is still in Naraku's hold, after all.
I climbed out of the lake and stumbled over to grab the towel, quickly drying myself off and pulling on the green sweater and blue high-waisted jeans. I sat down and reached my arms out to Kirara, calling her over. The cat demon stared at me uncertainly for a moment, still worried about my unstable behavior, before she transformed and dashed over, leaping into my hold. I quietly apologized to her and made my way back to the village- where apparently Kaede and several other villagers have been looking for me.
"My child, where did ye run off to!?" She demanded, stepping forward with a frown. "Ye are in no condition to wander by yourself."
"...Sorry." I lowered my head, feeling guilty for what I had been doing back in the lake. "I...I'll go back to the hut."
"...Your eyes are red." She noted, stepping closer. The older woman reached out a hand and brushed my bangs out of the way, taking my temperature. "You're burning up, Irene! You must lie back down and finish recovering."
"Okay." I didn't argue.
Three more days passed, but during that time I tried to distract myself. I studied up on the herbs and medicines Kaede told me about, even going so far as to try and brew them using a mortar and pestle. I followed the priestess around like an awkward shadow, ignoring the pain in my heart that grieved for my fallen friends. I can't believe I'm never going to see them again. I can't believe I'm never going to see Maria again. We had come so far and now… just like that… they were gone.
When the villagers spoke to me I smiled, pretending I was alright. It was so easy. My personality was such a bubbly, childish one that smiling wasn't difficult in the slightest. It just hurt so much knowing it was lie. Nothing was okay. Not anymore. The world was falling apart around me.
Not even Kirara could cheer me up at this point. When I wasn't outside and was forced to be alone with my thoughts only the darkest things came to mind. I wanted to go back into that lake and drown myself. But I didn't. I wandered around lifelessly following Kaede's teachings and the day would repeat.
Until suddenly there were several explosions a short ways away from the village, taking place upon a hill. "Could that be…?" The priestess turned her head, frowning. "It is mostly definitely. Come, Irene. Let us go."
"H-Huh?" What? We're heading towards the danger? Oh jeez. I set the basket of herbs down and quickened my pace, walking after her. "O-Okay? Um. Are there demons or-?"
I cut myself off, seeing the next explosion and recognizing it. My heart caught in my throat and I choked, praying I wasn't imagining things. Was that the Wind Scar I just saw? I hurried up the hill, stumbling and wheezing, and Kaede followed after telling me to slow down and not to exert myself. I didn't care. I didn't listen. I was just desperate to see everyone alive.
And… they were. Inuyasha was standing there, sword in hand, with Sango, Kagome, Miroku, and Shippō beside him.
No way.
Was this for real?
"I… I'm not dreaming, right?" I choked, stumbling to a stop and staring at everyone. "You guys are… You guys are real, right?"
"What nonsense are you blabbering on about?" Inuyasha demanded. "Do we look fake to you?"
Sango stepped forward, looking quite relieved to see me. "How are you feeling? Sorry for sending you off with just Kagome, but we couldn't risk having you get even worse without your medicine. Things are-!" She was startled when I lunged forward and my arms wrapped around her. "Irene?"
"I-I thought you guys were dead!"
Silence washed over the group and Kaede walked up, eye widening when she saw what was going on.
"O-One second we're with Naraku a-and the next… the next I'm here a-and you guys are gone and no one would tell me anything! I-I thought… I thought…" I sobbed, fingers pulling at her kimono as I hugged her tight. "Don't just leave me like that! Okay!?"
Her hand rested gently on my head, petting my hair softly. "I'm sorry… we didn't mean to make you worry."
"Please don't cry, Irene!" Shippō pleaded from his spot on Miroku's shoulder. "We just wanted you to feel better!"
Miroku nodded, stepping forward. "It is flattering you care so much about us, though. I fear your time here was spent in stress rather than recovery… am I wrong?"
I lifted my head up at, staring at the monk with blurry vision. I hiccuped and squeezed my eyes shut, unable to answer. Inuyasha huffed and marched over, bumping his fist lightly against the back of my head. "Toughen up already, would ya?"
"S-Sorry…"
Kagome brought a hand up to her face, cringing. "I can't believe I didn't… oh, man. This is all my fault. I should have told you the others were going to catch up. I'm so sorry, Irene; if I had known you would have panicked like this, I…" She lowered her gaze and sighed. "I screwed up big time. My mind was in other places."
"It's fine." I still didn't let go of Sango. "They're… okay. So… it's fine."
"Is that what ye were worried about, child?" Kaede asked, moving closer to us, her hands laced behind her back. "Inuyasha and the others won't go down so easily- even by the hands of Naraku. And speaking of such- what was that commotion we heard? Did something happen?"
Inuyasha huffed and turned his head, sheathing his sword. "You're too late to help, so just forget it."
"What?"
"It's nothing. It's all over now." He frowned, eyebrows knitting together. "At least, I think it is…"
"Irene, you're burning up!" Sango exclaimed, seeing the way I collapsed against her. She held me up, keeping me from hitting the ground. I was so dizzy and light-headed, but I was so happy. The others were safe. My friends were okay. But Maria… was not. "Let's get you back to the hut."
…
Kagura glanced up when she heard footsteps, arms and legs bound by chains in the lower dungeon of Naraku's castle. She couldn't move and even if she were able she wouldn't. She had faced his wrath too much, Kagura behaved too rashly before. If Naraku hadn't needed her to keep Kohaku under wraps she would have been imprisoned much sooner after what she did to Kōga.
She was cursing his name when the demon appeared, approaching her slowly. "Do you wish to be freed?" He asked, expression void of any sympathy or compassion. "Do you want me to remove these chains?"
"I… promise you." She forced out. "I won't… try and run away from you again."
Naraku narrowed his eyes at her, but didn't speak anything of his suspicions. "Follow the one who calls himself… Muso. He is your younger brother." The half-demon raised his hand and the incarnation fell free of her binding, collapsing on the ground. Her wrists and ankles were sore, the female demon still bearing bruises from the cave falling in on her in Tsuzumi Village. Kagura glanced up, furious at the sight of her captor and creator knowing she had to obey him. "Inform Inuyasha and his friends of Muso's whereabouts. You will stay near and keep watch over him."
"What?" She demanded, struggling to stand. Kagura looked at Naraku incredulously. "Are you serious?"
The half-demon merely laughed. His red eyes darkened and he grinned, a dark expression on his face. "There's only one place where Muso could be headed for… And while they're distracted, Kagura, I will send Kohaku to grab that girl our comrade so desires. She's weak, so she should still be recovering from my miasma. He'll sneak into the village and take her."
Kagura wasn't completely certain that she wanted to risk facing that girl again. She had left quite the mark from their last battle. At least it was that pathetic mortal boy going after her this time and not herself, but if she was with her friends… no. Kagura wasn't going to think about it. Her burn stung at the thought of the human. "What do we even need that foreigner for?"
"It is not the girl herself that we need." He told her, smiling wickedly at his red gaze bore into her own. "It is her soul that Anastasia requires."
The incarnation's eyes widened.
…
While Irene was forced to lie back down in the hut, the others discussed what to do about this new demon that appeared. Apparently Naraku had created a new incarnation, one who called himself Muso, that was obsessed with Kagome. As such they were intending to send her home, but the girl was rather reluctant. "I do want to see how I made out on that test, but…"
"I think it would be wise for you lie low for a little while," Miroku told her, frowning, "at least until we know for sure what Naraku is up to."
"He's right." Sango said, nodding. Shippō shifted from his spot on Inuyasha's shoulder, looking quite worried.
"You're safer on the other side."
Kagome sighed, bringing a hand up to her chest nervously. "Yeah, I guess… but what about you guys? You'll have to fight him again. I don't want you to go through that alone. And what about Irene? She's too sick to battle right now."
"We'll take good care of her." Miroku said, smiling encouragingly. "Don't you worry."
Sango didn't hesitate as she reached up and grabbed the monk's ear, pulling it as she said, "And I'll be taking good care of him to make sure he doesn't do anything to her."
"Shouldn't we be heading for Naraku's castle?" Inuyasha huffed, crossing his arms. "Irene will be fine; she's lasted this long. If we wait any longer he might find a new castle to relocate to! We have to hurry up and kill him."
Shippō shook his head. "You guys can, but I'm staying with Irene. I want to make sure she feels better." He hopped off of the half-demon's shoulder, making his way over to where Irene was laying. The foreigner blinked, staring at him dazed. "We scared her so bad this time…"
"It's fine…" She mumbled. "S'normal."
"No, it's not! You thought we were dead! That's not fine."
Inuyasha leaned his head back and let out an irritable groan. "Then what do you want me to do? Huh? Just sit here and wait for Naraku to make his grand escape!?"
Kaede walked over with another bowl of herbal soup, carefully helping the foreigner to sit up. Irene made a face, wishing that she didn't get sick so easily. "Ye know very well that is not what they intended, Inuyasha. They merely suggest that they wait for Irene to recover so that you may go together, where your life is not as endangered."
"And I'm supposed to wait at home while they fight Naraku by themselves?" Kagome said, upset. "I don't like this plan. I want to stay here and help."
"Grah!" Inuyasha stood, ruffling his hair in frustration. "This is annoying! I'm done with this! I don't know about you all, but I'm gonna patrol the area and make sure there's no sign of Naraku! Got it? Come find me when you made up your fucking minds!" The half-demon stormed out of the hut, the beaded door swinging behind him.
Everyone let out a sigh, exasperated by his behavior. They understood, but… it was still childish. He got angry so easily.
"There goes Master Inuyasha, making a fuss and showing how hot his temper burns." Myoga let out a tsk sound, shaking his head disapprovingly. "He should really learn one of these days. Mortals are frail, but there is strength in numbers. Especially when they are such accomplished mortals like you all."
"Myoga!" Shippō exclaimed, seeing the flea sitting on his shoulder. "When did you get here? You've been gone for days!"
"I-I've been busy, you see." He responded, stammering. He coughed into one of his many arms, not meeting the fox demon child's gaze. "Anyway, I returned to see how you all were faring. Has Irene not yet rid her body of Naraku's poison?"
"No, that's not it." He said. "She's just really stressed out, so her body's weaker than usual. She's got a bad fever."
"Oh, I see… that's terrible. But what's all this I'm hearing about Muso? A new incarnation?"
Miroku and Sango quickly went on to explain what happened, before leaving the hut and following after Inuyasha. They tried to calm him down, but it only seemed to anger him further.
"I'm backtracking to the villages that Muso raided! It's called following a lead, morons!"
He only stopped shouting at them when the wind around them picked up. His ears twitched and the half-demon narrowed his eyes, looking up to see a woman leap out of a feather and land in front of them. "Yo." Kagura greeted, as if they were casual friends. Her movements were graceful, but the burn on her face was still so unsightly. They stared at her, stunned by her appearance.
Inuyasha jumped back and grabbed his sword, unsheathing it and holding the blade in front of him defensively. "Kagura!" He growled, fangs bared. "You wench-! What are you doing here!?"
Kagura quickly held up her fan, bringing it out to the side. "I haven't come here to fight. I simply wanted to tell you where Muso is."
"What?" Sango blinked, pausing in her reach for the hiraikotsu she wore on her back. "Where Muso is? You don't mean…"
"That demon is still alive!?" Miroku exclaimed. He could recall so vividly how that male incarnation took a direct hit from the Wind Scar- how was he still alive? Dokumoryu regenerated quickly as well, but even he died after enough damage was done to his body. Naraku was pumping out incarnations left-and-right. "How can that be!?"
Inuyasha scowled, narrowing his eyes and glaring at Kagura, attempting to see through her plans. "I knew we weren't through with him yet... but somethin' doesn't add up. How come you're so helpful all of a sudden, huh? What do you want?"
"I told you already; it's because I wanted to tell you. He's hiding in the cave that Onigumo stayed in. You're familiar with that place, aren't you?"
"What?" Inuyasha loosened his grip on his word, startled. "Kikyō…"
"Ah, so you do know it." Kagura purred, grinning as she opened her fan and used it to cover the lower half of her face. "Good. You know where to look then."
Miroku stepped forward, rings on his staff jingling with the movement. "Why would Muso have gone to Onigumo's cave? What's the connection between them, Kagura?"
She turned away, letting out a, "Hmph", as she did so. "I've told you all I know. Good-bye."
"Wait!" He shouted, calling out after her. The woman paused, hand stopping in mid-reach to the feather in her hair. "Did Naraku send you here to tell us?"
She glared at him. "What do you think?"
"Does he know about Inuyasha's secret?"
Her red eyes narrowed. "Secret?" She asked, as if the term were unfamiliar with her. "What secret? I don't know anything about it." Then she plucked out the feather, riding away on it without warning. Inuyasha tucked the tetsusaiga back into its sheath and made a face.
"There she goes… What was that little visit all about?"
"I don't know." Sango said, frowning deeply. "The last time she showed up it was to help Kohaku capture Irene. If she's acting on Naraku's orders again, then… do you think…?"
"There's no telling." Miroku said, frowning. "It could be a trap. A diversion. Yet she did try and betray him by stealing Kōga's jewel shards before."
"Either way, she's still not our ally." Inuyasha told them. "But if there's a chance Muso is still out there… maybe we should take a chance and believe her."
Miroku and Sango looked at the half-demon like he had finally gone crazy. The monk stepped forward, placing a hand on Inuyasha's head and shaking it back-and-forth. The half-demon's eyebrow twitched and he pulled away, snapping at Miroku's hand. "What are you so on edge about? This is unlike you- taking advice from the enemy."
"I'm not on edge!"
The two just stared him, unimpressed by his lies. The half-demon whirled around, crossing his arms.
"This Muso guy just…" His hands balled into fists. "He's just really starting to get to me, alright!? What's his deal, anyway?"
"Huh?"
"But if it is a trap…" Inuyasha looked down, thinking deeply. "We have to have someone back at the hut- to keep Irene safe. I'm gonna go after Muso, but you two-"
"Miroku stays with you." Sango said quickly. The monk jumped and looked at the woman in surprise, having not expected her to say such a thing. "I'll go after Irene. If Kagura tries to capture her again…" She shook her head, closing her eyes. "I won't be able to live with myself if she succeeds. Last time I left Irene alone she was nearly taken. That won't happen again."
Miroku stared at her for a long moment, a soft smile spreading across his face. "You really care about her, don't you?"
"It's…" Sango hesitated, looking almost ashamed of herself as she turned away. Her grip tightened on her hiraikotsu. "I know she's older than me, but at the same time I… I feel like she's the younger sister I never had. Every fiber of my being wants to protect her. I know we're not really family, but…"
With her younger brother under Naraku's control and Irene's older sister missing… it led the two to reach out to each other. They could relate and bond under their familiar circumstances, finding comfort in each other.
"I understand." Miroku said, stepping forward and placing a hand on the slayer's shoulder. Sango's eyes widened and she looked up at him, a small brush of red across her cheeks.
"Y-You do?"
"Yes. I'm certain Irene feels the same way."
"M-Miroku, I-" She cut herself off, tensing when she felt a familiar hand start to caress her bottom gently. Eyebrows twitching, Sango slowly raised a fist. "What. Do you think. You're doing. Monk?"
He smiled at her, unperturbed by the threatening aura radiating off of her. "I'm only telling you what I think, Sango. There's no need to be upset-!" He yelped, the woman landing several hard hits on his head. Miroku was sent flying towards Inuyasha, but the half-demon easily ducked and avoided being smacked by the monk's body.
"Why am I not surprised?" He asked no one, face blank. "You go hurry on back to the village. I'll take the pervert and go on to the cave."
Chapter 14: Muso's Memory and Kanna's Mirror
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I finished the soup Kaede gave me, surprisingly not making a single grimace at the bitter taste. The herbs added a whole new flavor; all it needed were some scrambled eggs and it would be perfect. At the moment I was laying down again, berating myself for believing something without any facts. I used to rely so heavily on logic upon coming here, but things are so different and… magical… I don't know where logic comes in anymore. My emotions have been getting the best of me.
It was disgusting.
"The others are gonna look for Naraku, Irene," Shippō told me as he dabbed at my sweaty face with a rag, "so you just stay here and rest up. We'll catch up with them soon."
He said that, so why didn't I trust it? I had a bad feeling in my gut- like Inuyasha or the others were in trouble. They were always getting into battles. Like Kaede said, the group was tough; there was no reason to feel so bothered. Not even Naraku could take them down.
…
Kagome should have gone home. She knew she was supposed to, she promised to head through the well and wait on the other side until Inuyasha came and got her. But… she just couldn't when everyone else was in danger. She felt so awful for not telling Irene everyone was alright, so Kagome found herself… acting like this. Heading to the cave where Onigumo once hid, surprising Kaede with her presence.
"I thought I ought to take a look inside that cave, too." She explained. Kagome frowned, looking ahead of them. "Something about this is bothering me; I want to know what's going on."
The priestess stared at her for a moment, uncertainty in her one eye, before she gave in to the girl's determination and sighed. "It's not too far away." They kept walking, moving through the tall grass until they reached the cave at the top of the hill. "There it is…"
Kagome looked at the cave nervously, something twisting in her stomach at the sight of it. This is where Onigumo stayed before he gave himself to demons and became Naraku. It reeked of evil. It was in this spot that everything began. What led to Kikyō's death and Inuyasha being sealed to the sacred tree; what led to Naraku cursing Miroku's family line and destroying Sango's home. What made him join forces with the mysterious Shikigami user Anastasia, and what made him bring Irene and her older sister to Feudal Japan.
"Kagome?" Kaede asked, seeing the way the girl stiffened. "Is something the matter?"
"What? Oh, don't mind me…" She shook her head, taking a deep breath. "I was just thinking. Let's go get a closer look at that cave."
"Watch your step." The priestess warned, stepping over a few roots as they neared the entrance. Kagome carefully followed her lead.
They were just about to make it to the top when suddenly a man came running out, standing at the rocky entrance, bringing his hands up into the air screaming. "Kikyōōōōō~!"
Kagome lifted her head up, eyes wide with shock upon seeing the stranger. "I-It's him!"
"That man is Muso?" Kaede asked, startled. He looked nothing like she had expected him to. The man brought his hands down, staring at his palms like they were unfamiliar to him.
"I finally remembered what had pained me so." He told them, raising his gaze to look directly at Kagome. The girl tensed, highly uncomfortable by the way his eyes raked over her form. "It was Kikyō whom I longed for. She had caused this agony." He brought his arm to the side and his flesh erupted into something more demonic, long mahogany tendrils ripping out and heading straight towards the middle schooler. Kagome yelped and dived out the way, Kaede dashing to the side as quickly as she could and notching an arrow on her bow. "It was because of her that I sold my soul to demons!"
"I should have known it was you!" The elder woman growled. "Why would you dare to show up again after all these years!?"
Kagome stumbled, whirling around when she realized the priestess wasn't next to her. "Kaede!?"
…
Sleep wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. This time there were no nightmares, but it wasn't a decent sleep either. It was completely dreamless. I remember only waking when Shippō spoke up, saying something about how he was going to go get some fresh water for me to drink. The fox demon grabbed a little wooden canteen and headed out of the hut, leaving me alone in the silence.
I felt a little better after my nap, which was nice. My head didn't hurt as much anymore. I turned onto my side and winced, feeling how sore my throat was. That was what I got for crying so darn much. What a pain. At least the others were alive…
Hmm? Oh, footsteps. Shippō must be back. That was pretty fast, even for him. Did I make him feel that bad? I'm going to have to apologize. I rolled onto my back, yawning, and turned to look at the child when… I saw someone else. My eyes widened, realizing that Shippō wasn't the one who came into the hut.
The person standing above me now was older, taller, with messy brown hair and lifeless eyes. He held the kusarigama in his grasp, raised high above his head. "K-Kohaku!?" I shrieked and lunged to the side, rolling on the hard wood as he swung the blade. It tore up the futon and caught on the blankets, the boy turning his head to look at me. I scrambled up into a sitting position, backing away slowly. "Wh-What are you doing? How did you get in!?"
It's getting hard to breathe again. My heart won't stop racing.
Frick. The boy untangled his weapon from the sheets and faced me, slowly walking this way. "It's such a shame…" He murmured. "The others aren't here to save you this time."
Oh gods. No. No, no, no. He can't do this; why is he doing this? Why is Naraku making him do this!? I tried to stand up, but the world around me started to spin from all the crazed movement. "I-I refuse!" Where's the door? There's the door! I made a break for it, not caring about my health as I valued survival more. "In… Inuyash… Inuyasha!"
Where was he!? I need to find him.
Several villagers stopped what they were doing and looked to see what was going on, shouting and running away when they saw Kohaku dash out of the hut with his weapon in hand. They began screaming, calling for spears and bows, saying that they needed to defend the foreign priestess. "Lady Irene! We must protect her!"
"Get the swords!"
"Hide the children!"
The chain from Kohaku's weapon wrapped around my leg, sending me crashing hard into the ground. My face hit dirt and I cried out, nose hurting badly as blood began to gush from it. "D-Don't…" I choked, seeing the way he was moving closer. "K-Kohaku, please…"
I'm scared. I think the stitches in my back broke open. My arm still wasn't completely healed from Kirara's fangs either.
Kohaku raised the kusarigama above his head, ready to swing and maim me so bad I couldn't escape. I flinched and squeezed my eyes shut, head hung low as I waited for the pain. When none came I slowly opened an eye, seeing his arm shaking. "...Kohaku?" Why wasn't he attacking? Could he hear my voice after all? I pushed myself up a little, wincing at the warmth on my back. "D-Do you recognize me? I'm Irene! Don't let Naraku win, Kohaku!"
Suddenly a villager came running at the boy, spear held in his hands. "Leave Lady Irene alone! Take this-!" Kohaku dropped the kusarigama and grabbed the wakizashi at his waist, unsheathing it and easily blocking the hit from the villager, sending him stumbling back and slashing at his chest. "Gahh~!"
I was too horrified to scream. The boy turned to see everyone else running at him, swords and spears alike in their hands. He left me to go fight them, no mercy to be shown as he ran to slaughter them all. He was so much stronger and skilled than they were, and… they were trying to protect me. They were dying because they wanted to help.
"N… No…" Don't do this. "Kohaku!"
I kicked the chains off my legs, unraveling them, before shakily standing.
"Shikigami~!" I brought my hands out, tears burning my eyes as I saw the way the boy was hurting everyone. Red flames danced along my fingers, shooting out of my palms at my command. "Attack!"
Kohaku stopped when he heard me speak, turning to see the ball of fire heading straight for him. He easily dodged it, running sideways and then leaping, avoiding a few arrows that were flying through the air. Landing gracefully on the ground, the boy charged at me ready to swing. I could tell that this time… he wasn't going to hesitate.
"I-I won't let you kill them!" Too many have died already. A pentagram formed at my feet, red and burning hotter with each passing second. Though panicking greatly, I kept Miroku's words in mind about being able to know I could summon the Shikigami. That I needed to believe in myself. Kohaku was getting closer and closer, ready to cut me through with his wakizashi. I raised my arms up, trying to ignore the fear coursing through my veins. "O' flame burning bright… turn into a sword of wrath!"
A strange shape appeared out of the flame, a white-hot rhinoceros appearing and charging at the boy. Keeping the Shikigami in effect was exhausting, but I couldn't give up. Naraku had taken too many lives; I won't allow him to continue. Especially not with Kohaku.
…
"Out of my way!" Muso demanded, grotesque tendrils heading towards the priestess and breaking any arrows she shot at him. "That woman- the one who is identical to Kikyō!? She will be mine, I tell you!"
"Stop!" Kagome cried, causing the man to halt his attack at the sound of her voice. "I'm the one you want, right!? Leave her alone!" The middle schooler watched him retract his arm, ready to head towards her instead. Kagome quickly broke out into a run, rushing down the hill as fast as she could. "So I say, but I'm not gonna give in without a fight! Run for it, Kaede!"
The tendrils slammed into the ground beside her, sending her flying. "Who are you!?" He demanded, retracting them and sending them towards her once more when he saw Kagome recover and continue running. "How come you look so much like Kikyō!? Tell me at once!"
The girl looked up, seeing the large shadow overhead. She was quickly running out of breath. Kagome knew that if this kept up he was going to catch her after all. She dared not think what he might do with her if that happened. That was when she heard it- a voice so familiar it caused her heart to swell with joy, hope washing over her as Inuyasha leapt through the air and clawed at the tendrils, tearing them to bits.
"Iron Reaver Soul Stealer!" He shouted, flipping through the air and landing on the ground. The half-demon watched at the clay body parts collapsed, a large scar ripping through the middle of the man's limb, and then focused his attention on Kagome- eyes narrowed in a glare. "What the hell do you think you're doing!? Why didn't you go home!?"
"Well, that's-" She began, attempting to explain herself, when Muso spoke up. The male incarnation shouted over the hill, catching everyone's attention. Miroku was running up behind Inuyasha, staff ready for battle.
"Inuyasha! Why must you always interfere like this!? Go back to the tree where you were sealed!" Muso retracted the tendrils back, transforming them into a regular arm. Inuyasha bared his fangs and growled at him, unsheathing his sword.
"What did you say!?"
"This is exactly what we feared would happen." Miroku said, frowning deeply. "This is why you should have gone through the well, Kagome. We knew he would come after you."
"How perceptive." Muso mocked. "But you're all fools; my memories have returned! This cave is where I met Kikyō! She cared for me while I stayed here, tending to my wounds."
Inuyasha's eyes widened. Anger boiled inside of him and he stepped forward, ready to hack this incarnation into pieces. "Kikyō?" How dare he speak her name. Vermin like him shouldn't be allowed to even utter the word. "What the hell are you talking about!?"
Kaede moved over, informing the half-demon of their discovery. "Muso is actually Onigumo, Inuyasha!"
"What!?"
Understanding dawned on Miroku, all the pieces clicking together inside his head. "That's why he kept stealing the faces of his victims! Onigumos' body was badly burned- so much so that even his face was scorched off! When Naraku created him, Muso had no face!"
"Onigumo's heart must have burst out of Naraku!" Inuyasha said, disturbed at the thought.
Muso held his arms out, scowling. "I remember everything- including how Kikyō died back then." A low growl escaped him, frustration forming on his features.
Inuyasha was furious. "You were the one who injured her!"
"I did no such thing! I wanted possession of the sacred jewel and a healthy body, so I could steal Kikyō away and leave this wretched cave. She was to be my woman… but when I got my new body, nothing went as I planned. The first thing I did when I left the cave was kill the very woman who I had sold my body and soul for!"
"When Naraku was born, Onigumo's consciousness still lived inside of him…" Kagome observed, bothered by this newfound information. He had watched Kikyō get slaughtered, unable to control his own body. And why?
"Naraku was created by the union of hundreds of demons," Kaede explained, expression darkening, "and those demons had but one desire… the death of my sister, Kikyō."
Muso's eyes lowered to the ground, clearly upset by this. "Kikyō followed that half-demon straight to her very demise… She perished and the sacred jewel was burned along with her corpse. At that very same time… someone buried me in a very deep, dark place."
"That must have been Naraku." Inuyasha told him. Muso leapt down from the cave entrance, walking closer to the group.
"I don't know how many years I lied dormant for, but when I finally awoke I had been hurled into the outside world again. "
Miroku narrowed his eyes, moving a few feet closer to the male incarnation. "Have you not received orders from Naraku?"
"I take orders from no one! I slaughter everyone I hate and I burn them to the ground."
…
He wouldn't stop. Why won't he stop?
If I could run out of the village and get him away from the people that would be perfect, but I can't move. My legs were shaking so bad- if I tried to walk I would collapse. My lungs burned too much for me to dash away to the forest. The boy had managed to slash away at my left arm during our battle, simultaneously opening my old wound and making it worse, and he avoided every single one of my attacks. It felt so pointless.
A part of me felt like giving up, allowing him to take me to Naraku. At least the villagers would be safe then… right?
Oh gods.
"I-Irene!?" Shippō's voice rang out and the fox demon bounded over, standing several feet away. "I-Is that… Kohaku? What is he doing here!? Gah! Irene, you're bleeding!"
"It's fine." It had gotten to the point where Kohaku and I were just staring each other down now, the remaining villagers hiding away- too scared to keep fighting in fear of their lives. I felt awful. "I'm… fine."
"You're not! I-I'll go get Inuyasha and the others! They can help!"
Please hurry.
The fox demon dropped the wooden canteen of water he was carrying and transformed, turning into his giant pink rubber ball form and floating in the air, moving quickly to look over the forest trees to hunt down our allies. My hands were shaking. "You don't… want to do this, Kohaku. Trust me. This isn't you."
He said nothing. He stepped forward, blade held tightly in his hands. I wasn't even sure if he was listening to me anymore. How strong was Naraku's hold on his heart?
"We're friends, right? Let's just… put the weapons down and not fight. Okay? S-Sounds… like a great plan… don't it?"
I'm so dizzy. I don't think I can summon anymore spirits. What's the point of having power if none of it ever freaking works the way you want it to, and you just end up more worn out than ever because you tried using it? Ragh! I hate it. I appreciate the spirits listening to me, but damn it all. I'm too weak for this.
"You don't… want to kill those people. D-Do you?"
He stepped forward. My heart jumped, ready to burst out of my ribcage. The boy ran straight at me, blade held high ready to swing. My arms flew up instinctively and I shouted, covering my head and throat as best as I could despite knowing it was futile. There were footsteps and I knew he was close, but then there was a roar-
-and a woman, screaming Kohaku's name. The hiraikotsu flew through the air and Kohaku jumped back, snatching his kusarigama off the ground and sheathing his wakizashi quickly. Sango flew over on Kirara's back, catching her weapon as it doubled back to her. She stared at Kohaku with heartbroken eyes, distraught by what had happened. Her gaze traveled over the village, seeing the several wounded and dead villagers on the ground, taking note of the way I was bleeding as well. Kirara lowered to the ground and Sango got off, standing slowly making her way over to us. Kohaku was staring at her, emptiness in his gaze. He seemed reluctant to fight her, but other than that… I don't think he recognized her.
"Kohaku…"
He got into a stance, holding the kusarigama in front of him. From behind several people seemed to just drop down in the midst of their running, lights shooting out of their body. I noticed, but I think Sango was too focused on Kohaku to see it.
"Why are you letting Naraku control you like this?" She demanded, voice trembling and pained. There was a vulnerability in it- one that I've heard only once before. "Doesn't it hurt? Aren't you scared?"
"S-Sango…" I stammered, seeing the way she was just marching towards him. The female demon slayer didn't seem like she was going to fight him at all. What if he attacked? Would she just let him hurt her? What was going on with those villagers? "B-be careful!"
She raised a hand up, reaching out towards him. "Kohaku, please… stop this."
…
"I don't know why Naraku bothered letting you out," Inuyasha growled, running at Muso as poisonous insects appeared up ahead in the sky, preventing Miroku from using his Wind Tunnel, "but you'll get the same treatment I give him! This is payback for Kikyō!"
"Try it!" Muso shouted, stretching the tendrils to wrap around Inuyasha and his sword. The half-demon continued to charge, being stopped only when the flesh closed in around him and hoisted him up into the air. "I'll kill you first!"
"His scar closed in on the sword!" Miroku exclaimed. "He can regenerate his body!"
"Yeah, who cares!?" Inuyasha demanded, forcing his way out of Muso's grip with his own inhuman strength. He landed on the ground, grunting and glaring at the man. "Damn you…!"
"You strange sword is useless against me." The incarnation mused, several Saimyōshō buzzing behind him. "How very unfortunate for you."
Miroku scowled, grabbing at his prayer beads. "I knew I should have sucked him up when I had the chance…"
"Does this mean Naraku is protecting Muso?" Kagome asked, alarmed. "If so, does that mean he's near? What about Irene!? Kagura might try and grab her again!"
"Sango went back to the village to ensure that doesn't happen." Miroku said, looking at the girl. "But Naraku must be the one who sent him the poisonous insects- to prevent me from using the Wind Tunnel. Yet Muso insists he takes orders from no one. Just what is his motivation?" He glanced back at the fight, frustrated. "I don't understand it!"
"Who cares what his motivation is!?" Inuyasha growled, running at Muso again. "It won't matter so long as we can kill 'im!"
The male incarnation laughed and sent the tendrils from his arms down towards the half-demon, crashing into the ground and forcing Inuyasha to dodge each one lest he get impaled. "What's the matter!?" He asked, grinning wickedly as both his arms were used to attack. There was no end to how far the tendrils could stretch or split apart, leaving the half-demon moving left and right, jumping into the air and diving into the grass time and again.
Eventually Inuyasha got fed up and raised his sword, leaping out and bringing the blade down as demonic energy swirled around it. Muso's eyes widened. "Die already! Wind Scar!" The energy made contact with his body and the incarnation shouted, feeling his limbs be torn into shreds, body falling into pieces.
"Is he dead?" Kaede asked as the light faded away, revealing the dismembered body of Muso. Miroku shook his head, staring intently at the body parts.
"We can't be certain. Not with his ability to regenerate."
A tendril shot out of the ground and tore right through Inuyasha's chest. The half-demon choked and blood spurted out of his mouth. Miroku quickly ran forward and pulled several sutras out, speaking a prayer and throwing them at it. They made contact and the tendrils erupted, disintegrating into ashes as Inuyasha fell free.
"Your efforts are futile." Muso claimed, revealing himself. His clothes were all gone, tattered by Inuyasha's previous attack. "You're all going to die, so just give up already."
"That's what you think!" Inuyasha growled, bringing his blade up again. "Wind Scar!"
"Inuyasha!" Miroku shouted as the incarnation was destroyed once more. "Are you alright!?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. But Muso…" The half-demon narrowed his eyes. "There are only so many times he can keep regenerating."
"I hope you're right about that." Kagome said nervously.
Suddenly a voice could be heard shouting at them. "Inuyasha! Miroku! Kagome! Heeeeelp!" They looked up, seeing Shippō in his balloon form flying at them. "Irene's in danger!"
"What?" Kaede exclaimed. "How so?"
He transformed, falling onto the ground and picking himself back up again. "K-Kohaku! He's in the village attacking everyone! I told Sango on my way here, but I don't think she can fight him! Irene's badly hurt and several villagers are already dead!"
"What!?" Kagome gasped, horrified. "But…"
"This isn't good." Miroku frowned. "Kagura's words were a trap after all. Naraku wanted us here out of the way. He sent Kohaku, knowing Sango wouldn't be able to fight him. But we can't just leave with Muso still in the way! Inuyasha, what should we do!?"
Inuyasha wasn't able to answer, Muso already finished reforming.
"Fools! You should already know it is impossible to destroy me!" Inuyasha held his sword tightly, glaring uncertainly at the incarnation. What were they supposed to do? Muso wasn't going to die quickly, and Irene and Sango were in serious danger. He can't just leave Muso to go help them either- if he does, Kagome will be captured. Maybe even killed. "Just accept defeat!"
"Damn it all…" Isn't there some way for Inuyasha to destroy him? He needs to end this quickly. "Miroku, take Kagome and head to the village! I'll stay here and take on Muso."
"Inuyasha, it's too dangerous alone-" The monk began.
"Do as I say!" The half-demon snapped. "Irene's too weak to fight right now and Sango can't fight her kid brother! You have to hurry!"
Muso grinned at that and stretched his arms out more, the lower half of his body turning a matching mahogany color and shifting- taking shape into something a little less human. A tail appeared in the back, rising high above his head and resembling that of a scorpion. Muso chuckled. "It appears that I'm getting accustomed to this body of mine…" He lunged his tail outwards and Inuyasha jumped to avoid it, but it easily changed direction.
Kagome gasped. "Inuyasha- look out!"
The half-demon looked up, but there was nothing he could do to avoid the tail as it pierced through his torso once more, blood dripping to the ground and staining his red kimono.
"Inuyashaaaaa!"
A tendril ripped away from the tail, separating and moving closer to wrap around Inuyasha's throat. He could taste his own blood, but that that didn't stop him from digging his claws into the tendril and gripping his sword handle tight with one hand. "I'll destroy you… you cocky bastard…!" He swung tetsusaiga as best as he could. "Wind Scar!"
Muso fell apart once more at the contact and Inuyasha landed on the ground, coughing and spitting out blood. He pulled the tendril that was around his neck off, grimacing.
"Hands… off!" Inuyasha shakily stood, bringing a hand up to cover his front. The blood wouldn't stop gushing. The demon in his body should be closing it up soon enough. "Damn it… he's still not dead yet?"
"This will never come to an end!" Kaede stated, watching in annoyance as the body parts reached out to each other and reattached themselves. "We must hurry to the village! Kagome, let us go." Miroku's eyes widened, the monk leaning forward abruptly.
"Wait! Look at that!"
The back piece of Muso's body… where the spider mark was. It was pulsating, attracting all the other pieces to it. The incarnation returned to his scorpion-like state, but this time several spikes were aligning his body.
"He's transforming again!" Kagome exclaimed.
"What do you think his body is made of?" Kaede wondered. She turned her head when Miroku started speaking.
"Naraku's body is made up of an amalgamation of demons, bonded into one by the bandit Onigumo. If Muso was created from Naraku's flesh, then perhaps several other demons were released when Muso was expelled!" Yet that didn't explain at all why he could regenerate. What was his secret? "Is he somehow different from the other incarnations?"
Miroku was torn. He needed to go back to the village to save Sango and Irene, but he can't just leave Inuyasha alone. The half-demon was going to wear out quickly at this rate. He had already used the Wind Scar too many times against Muso. His body won't hold up.
"I told you- destroying me is impossible." The man said, grinning as he hunched over on his tendril-esque claws. He watched as Inuyasha charged, smacking the half-demon away without much effort. Inuyasha rolled out of the way to avoid being pierced by another tendril, only to get smacked away by a different one.
Shippō squeezed his eyes shut, clinging tightly to Kagome's leg. "I can't watch! Isn't there something we can do!? Everyone's going to die at this rate!"
Inuyasha wasn't going to be able to take much more of this. He was breathing heavily, struggling to push himself up while using his sword for balance. If they don't end this battle now then… Miroku clenched his fist. Sango was in danger right now. Irene was going to get kidnapped. Knowing Naraku he would have Kohaku attack Sango, fully aware that she can't fight back. He'll have him kill her.
It might cost Miroku his life, but…
He stepped forward, tearing off the prayer beads wrapped around his right hand. Kagome's eyes widened. "No, Miroku! Don't do it!"
"We have no choice! Sango and Irene are in grave danger, and if this keeps up Inuyasha will die! We have to end this battle now." Muso turned to face him, narrowing his eyes. "Everyone, get back!"
Miroku removed the cloth covering his hand, spreading out his fingers and allowing his palm to be shown to the incarnation. At that instant a black vortex appeared, sucking in everything around it- all the rocks and debris that had been created during the battle, and the poisonous insects waiting in the background.
"Wind Tunnel~!"
"What is this!?" Muso shouted, finding his body being forced forward by the monk's power. He dug his tendrils into the ground, trying to keep himself from being swept up and absorbed. "I won't… let you get rid of me like this! I am immortal!" The skin of Miroku's hand began to turn purple, starting at his fingertips and slowly spreading to his wrist. Beads of sweat formed on his face. "Raaaah!"
"Wind Scar!" Inuyasha finally pushed himself up, swinging his blade and slicing Muso's body into pieces. This allowed several parts of the incarnation to get swallowed up alongside the Saimyōshō, but just as Muso's middle part- the piece with the spider mark- was about to be swallowed up…
A familiar female demon appeared, flying by on a feather and swinging her fan. "Dance of Blades!" Several bright arcs of wind appeared and aimed directly at Miroku, causing the monk to close up his hand and leap back in order to avoid him. He crashed hard into the ground, dazed and weak from the toxin. The remaining Saimyōshō grabbed onto the spider mark piece of Muso's body and flew away with it deep into the forest.
And the pieces of his body that hadn't been sucked up followed, attracted to that part in their desire to regenerate.
"Damn it!" Inuyasha cursed. He glanced back, "Kagome, take care of Miroku! I'm gonna follow Muso!"
"Wait!" Kaede shouted, stepping forward. "What about the village?"
Inuyasha hesitated. He couldn't just let Muso get away like that, but… damn it! The half-demon turned away, torn. Muso could lead them to Naraku. Miroku pushed himself up, jaw clenched tight as he clutched his poisoned arm. "I-I'll be fine. Go after Muso, Inuyasha. I'll head to the village."
"A-Are you sure?"
"Just go!" The half-demon hesitated before doing as told, following the male incarnation and the poisonous insects. Kagome and Shippō helped Miroku stand, worried for his well being. "We need to hurry…"
…
Blood dripped from Sango's shoulder, the woman using her hiraikotsu to block all of Kohaku's attacks. Each blow had pushed her back, the slayer unable to bring herself to fight him. "Stop this, Kohaku!"
He continued to slash away, kusarigama digging into the giant boomerang. I watched nervously from the side, uncertain of what I should do. I wanted to help, but I knew if I got close… I would be taken down instantly. Sango blinked back the tears burning her eyes and pushed forward, shoving her hiraikotsu at him and sending Kohaku falling back.
The woman had him pinned, legs on either side of him, the hiraikotsu pressing against his chest and keeping his arms against the ground. Her long hair fell over her shoulder. "Break free of Naraku! Please!"
He said nothing. The boy merely stared at her. It appeared as if he no longer was going to fight.
"S-Sango…" I said, taking a cautious step forward, extending a hand. "He…"
I didn't know what to say. What was there to say?
A small voice spoke quietly from behind me, causing me to jump. "His soul is under Naraku's control… Kohaku cannot be freed." A young girl was standing there, hair and skin as white as snow. Even her kimono was all white, but her eyes… they were the darkest black I've ever seen. Her face was even more expressionless than Kohaku's. In her hands she held a mirror. "Your soul," She said, staring at me, "give it to me."
What?
Sango whirled her head around, eyes widening when she saw the girl. "Irene, get back!"
I tried to move, but it was like I was frozen- caught by the reflection in the mirror. The glass shone brightly, glimmering with light, and my body grew cold. My knees hit the ground and I fell over, feeling the very life force get drained from my body. Sango let out a shout, pulling away from Kohaku and running at the mysterious girl, grabbing her wakizashi and swinging it at her.
"Kanna!" She yelled angrily. "Don't you dare!"
The girl didn't even flinch.
Before Sango could get close Kohaku used the chain on his weapon and wrapped it around her ankle, knocking her down and sending her sword falling out of her hands. She looked back, alarmed, and kicked at the chain. Kohaku had used the moment of opportunity when she left to throw the hiraikotsu off of his body, grabbing his kusarigama and using it against her. Sango twisted and pushed herself off the ground, standing on her hands, before turning her legs until the chains fell free.
But not completely- because she wrapped it around her knee and tugged, sending Kohaku stumbling forward. The girl used that time to toss herself into the air, spinning and landing a kick hard across his lower back. He was falling forward, temporarily stunned, though the boy recovered soon enough. Sango breathed heavily, guilt crossing her face, before she yanked her hiraikotsu off of the ground and threw it at Kanna. The girl looked up just in time to see Kohaku throw herself in front of her- taking the blow. Sango's eyes widened.
Her brother was sent flying back into a hut, crashing into the wall with the building crumbling on top of him. "K-Kohaku!"
She's crying again. Why does Naraku have to keep making Sango cry?
I hate it. I hate him. I want to do something. But my body felt so tired… so weak. I was paralyzed. Was this girl really stealing my soul?
What can I do?
Gods, it hurts. I'm so dizzy.
The girl looked at me, seeing the way my soul was still flowing into the mirror. She stared at it, observing silently. "The soul is bigger than expected… but it will soon reside in the mirror."
My fingers dug into the dirt, struggling to curl into fists. What made them think they could get away with all this? They're terrible people. Monsters, even. They give demons a bad name. I want to hurt them. They deserve to pay for what they've done.
Sango looked torn. Dig through the debris and ensure that Kohaku was still alive, or attack Kanna- freeing me from her spell? She settled for the latter, charging at the white-haired demon. "Leave her be!" She demanded, flexing her wrist and allowing the hidden blade to break through her arm guard, slashing at the ghost of a girl. The blade seemed to phase through her, the girl completely disappearing as if she was never there in the first place. "No! Where!?"
I coughed, struggling to push myself up. I wanted to throw up. "S-Sango..."
She whirled around, spinning on her heel. "Irene!"
I was about to try and sit up, but then I felt it again- the coldness gripping at my heart, as if pulling all the feelings I possessed out of my body. Kanna was standing on the rooftop of Kaede's hut, staring at us. Sango let out an angered yell and charged forward, pulling her hiraikotsu out of the rubble and swinging it at her.
"The soul has stopped…" Kanna vanished again. She was right by me this time. "It must continue."
This feels like I'm being tortured, having my soul pulled out repeatedly in separate intervals. It was more painful than when I tried to drown myself earlier; at least I had control over that. Damn it. I want it to stop. It hurts. I regret everything.
"I said leave her alone!" Sango growled. She was about to swing with it this time, not throwing it, but an arrow shot out of nowhere- flying so close to Kanna's face that it cut off several strands of hair. Sango's run came to a startled halt. "What?"
"Kanna!" Kagome shouted, taking another arrow from Kaede's quiver and aiming it at her. "Tell us what you want with Irene- now!"
The process of stealing my soul was halted once again. I was getting very frustrated at this point; I kind of just wanted her to hurry up and kill me already. At least the other demons didn't hesitate so much when they attacked. The girl stared at them lifelessly. "Her soul… it is necessary for us… I will take it. It belongs in the mirror…"
"Too bad you won't get it!" She hissed. "Take this!"
Kanna watched as she released another arrow. Kohaku pulled himself out of the rubble and, seeing the way it was going for the mirror, lunged to take the hit again. Sango moved quickly, reaching out to intercept him, uncaring of the way the blades in his armguards slashed against her flesh, her hands wrapping around his waist and tackling him down to the ground. Kagome's arrow of purification hit the glass of Kanna's mirror, sinking into it.
The girl watched as the mirror began to shake as it absorbed the arrow, almost intrigued by the behavior. "The mirror is not full… and yet it cries out. Is that the strength of your soul, I wonder…?"
"Release her or I set loose another arrow!"
"If I do not… the mirror will break." She murmured quietly. Miroku stumbled up, grasping his clearly wounded arm tightly. What had happened? I'm so dizzy- I can't make out the details. Still, she was so close. If I could just… reach up and grab that wretched mirror. "But her soul… it is needed. What shall I do?"
Sango struggled to keep Kohaku pinned down, blood pooling and dripping out of her shoulder and chest. He had gotten her good. A little bit higher and Sango's throat would have been slit. "Just do it, Kagome!" She shouted. "It's our only chance!"
"Got it!"
Damn it. I feel so numb.
Kanna's expressionless face never changed, but something in those blank eyes almost looked conflicted. She was never able to make a decision, for Kagome's next arrow hit the glass and the mirror burst- several souls coming rushing out at once. They took the form of blue lights, sailing through the air and crashing down into the bodies of the fallen villagers that I had seen collapse earlier. One of the blue lights hit me, sending a flood of energy and emotions washing over me.
"I did it!" Kagome exclaimed, surprised and rather proud of herself. Kaede's single eye was wide, seeing how many villagers had been attacked by the ghostly demon. "Heck yeah!"
Kohaku pushed Sango off of him, kicking her hard in the stomach. She rolled onto her side and wheezed, watching him run over to the white-haired girl. "K-Kohaku, wait!" She outstretched a hand, her other gripping her bleeding shoulder tightly. "Don't go!"
"The mirror is cracked…" Kanna muttered. "The souls are freed. Naraku will not be pleased…"
"Why do you want her soul so bad!?" Kagome demanded, walking over to her. She had another arrow readied, this one aimed at Kanna herself. "What's so special about it?"
"It is not me who wants it…" She responded calmly, raising her gaze from the cracked mirror. "It is the Shikigami Priestess that desires it. I am only doing as I am told. Kohaku… we are done here." Kanna turned her head, looking at the boy lifelessly. "The soul can not be collected. The mirror will not hold it now."
"Yes…" He responded monotonously. "We must return to the castle."
"Kagura…" Kanna said, looking up in the air. "It is time."
The wind picked up and it could only be assumed as the work of the female sorceress, a large feather heading their way. On it was the female demon, who quickly collected them and flew off. Sango ran after them, stopping only once they were out of sight. "No! Kohaku!" A pained expression crossed her face and she lowered her head, squeezing her eyes shut. "He's gone… just like that. Again."
Kagome, Miroku, Shippō, and Kaede made their way down the hill- Kagome running full speed at us. "Sango, Irene! Are you guys okay!? We came as fast as we could!"
"No- Kohaku, he… he tried to…" Sango hesitated, opening her tear-filled eyes. She glanced back at me, who was still struggling to sit up. I was so worn out. "I couldn't do anything again. I'm so useless against him. Whenever I tried to stop Kanna, he would get in the way a-and… I hurt him. Kagome, I attacked my own brother."
She brought a hand up to her mouth, ashamed of herself.
"Even if it comes at the cost of Irene's life, I… I can't bear to fight him. It's so hard."
"Sango…"
Miroku knelt down beside me, helping me sit up. I huffed, chest heaving as I tried to get used to the feeling of having all these emotions back again. One moment I was so cold and… empty, and the next I'm back to feeling like a messed up human again. "How are you feeling? Is your soul back in place?"
"Th-That's…" I made a face, looking at him for a moment before glancing at his hand. "That's a weird question. Wh-What's wrong with you? Your hand is…"
He cradled it to his chest, doing his best not to show his own pain. "It's… from when I used my Wind Tunnel. I sucked in some of the Saimyōshō and got poisoned."
"What?" That's not good. Not at all. Sango looked horrified when she heard him say that.
"Y-You know you're not supposed to do that, Miroku! What if you were killed!?" She hurried over, blood dripping onto the ground with each movement. He looked more concerned about her than his own health.
"I don't matter. But Sango, you're covered in blood! Are those from Kohaku? You must rest! Kagome, your medicine!"
"Forget about me!" The slayer knelt down, pulling his kimono sleeve back to see how bad the damage was. It spread all the way up to his elbow. "Oh no… Miroku, this is really bad! How are you even still moving?"
He flashed her a weak smile. "I had to. Shippō told us you and Irene were in trouble, and Muso was in no way close to being defeated. I wanted to make sure you were safe."
"M-Miroku…"
"Got it!" Kagome came rushing out of Kaede's hut with her first-aid kit. The priestess, on the other hand, was rounding up the wounded villagers and creating a make-shift medical site, having those that could still move help bring her herbs and other remedies to care for them. Shippō was helping her. "Sango, sit down! I need to tend to your wounds!"
"Wait," She said, realizing something, "where's Inuyasha?"
Miroku closed his eyes. "He followed Muso into the woods."
"What? But I thought you used your Wind Tunnel to swallow him!"
"I did, but Kagura appeared at the last minute and saved him. Muso escaped."
Several emotions flashed across Sango's face before one finally settled into place. Determination. The woman stood. "I'm going after him. Naraku might be there. Kagome, can you-?"
The girl looked at her aghast. "You're injured, Sango!"
"It's fine! Just look after Irene and Miroku for me. Kirara!" The cat demon turned her head, looking just as upset as Sango did. She wasn't even able to join the fight earlier either, too heartbroken and distraught to act. Sango climbed onto her back, casting a hesitant glance back at us. "I'm… I'm so sorry."
They took off. Kagome let out a frustrated noise before opening her medicine kit and getting to work. I hissed when Kagome's hand touched my back, but I didn't argue or protest. I lacked the strength to speak.
This was one of the roughest battles yet.
…
"What's goin' on, Naraku?" Inuyasha demanded, bringing his run to a halt as soon as he saw the half-demon pin Muso to a tree, several large spider leg-like tendrils stabbing through the incarnation's back. "Get tired of your new pet already?"
Naraku hmph'd and shifted his gaze, not bothering to turn his head and look at him. "Inuyasha…"
"What's the deal?" He asked, frowning at him. "You couldn't possibly have any use for Onigumo's human heart. You don't need him; that's why you dug him out of your flesh in the first place. So tell me- how come you're trying to take him back now?"
"I thought Muso would be able to kill you, but it seems I was mistaken… so he's coming back. It's as simple as that."
Inuyasha scoffed at that. "Nothing is ever simple with you. Something very precious got mixed in and was released with Muso. Otherwise you'd never go through all that trouble to take back his heart after you finally got rid of it."
Naraku finally turned his head to face him, a sarcastic grin spreading across his lips. "Oh my, how clever… Don't tell me you're actually using that head of yours to think." He ripped the tendrils out of Muso's back, allowing the incarnation to fall to the ground. "What will you do now?"
"I can destroy Muso anytime I want." Inuyasha growled, unsheathing tetsusaiga. "Which means you're on the top of my to-do list!"
The half-demon leapt into the air and swung, letting out a battle cry as he charged at Naraku. The baboon-cloak wearing man easily dodged each swing, leaping out of the way. When Inuyasha did manage to get close he hindered his attacks, blocking them with the spider legs sticking out of his back.
During this time Muso's wounds healed and the incarnation was able to recover, and seeing the way the two were locked in combat Muso ran away. Naraku could sense this happening without even having to see it, so while he continued to block Inuyasha's attack he spoke up. "Kagura, take Kohaku and Kanna and go after Muso."
"What!?" Inuyasha's eyes widened. From above a feather could be seen flying, coming from the direction of the village. "Damn it- what did you have them do!?"
Naraku's grin widened. "Exactly what you're thinking. I sent Kohaku and Kanna to go collect that foreign girl's soul."
No. That meant… Irene was already-? Inuyasha grit his teeth and bared his fangs, expression darkening as he put more pressure behind his blade. "Damn you, Naraku! I'll kill you!"
"You can only try."
The silver-haired half-demon slashed angrily at the spider legs, cutting them into pieces. This only caused the broken parts still attached to Naraku to spit out miasma, Inuyasha jumping back in a desperate attempt to avoid it. The evil half-demon landed easily on his feet, not so much as breaking a sweat during that short battle. From above Kirara and Sango appeared, the woman shouting Inuyasha's name as she lowered herself to the ground.
"What's Naraku doing here!? Where's Muso!?"
"Muso ran away after Naraku tried to take him back! Why aren't you in the village?"
"I just left." She explained, grabbing her hiraikotsu off her back and readying to throw it. Inuyasha could smell her blood a mile away; Sango was badly wounded. "Irene is safe, but Kanna tried to steal her soul. She's in bad shape right now."
"What?" He glanced at her, eyes wide. "So she's still alive? Damn it- I should have known you were lying, Naraku!"
The man in the baboon cloak said nothing, staring them down. Inuyasha growled.
"Alright, we'll play that game then. I bet releasing Muso left you a lot weaker than you used to be! That's why you want him back so bad- am I right?"
He got his answer when Naraku's red eyes grew even colder, his long dark hair flowing around him. The spider legs reached out from his back to strike them and Inuyasha batted them away, bringing his sword up and swinging it- the demonic energy releasing and creating another Wind Scar. Naraku glared and avoided it, flying high into the air. "Don't presume to understand me, Inuyasha. You are nothing."
Naraku was clearly about to let loose another attack, but then… Muso appeared- sending one of the tendrils of his arms right through Naraku's chest. Sango stared in shock. "H-He… He got him."
"Muso… killed Naraku?" Inuyasha forced out, unable to believe what he was seeing. "No way…"
The incarnation laughed loudly, grinning up at his creator. "You fool! You didn't really think I'd let you get away, did you?" Naraku stared at Muso for a moment… and then smiled. "What?" Suddenly the distance between them closed, as if Naraku had control over the power of Muso's body. The man began to shake, terror in his eyes, Muso unable to pull his arm out. "L-Let go of me…! My arm- it's being absorbed!"
"You saved me the trouble, Muso." Naraku whispered, leaning in so their faces were inches away. "How kind of you. I need you to come back to me now."
He tried again to tear his arm out from Naraku's chest, but it was futile. "D-Damn you-aghhh!" Naraku held his arms out, removing the baboon coat from his body and revealing the spider legs within. They wrapped around the incarnation, pulling him flush against Naraku's body and into his flesh. "Nooo! I can't- my body; I've lost control of it! Let go of me!" He cried. "Release me at once! Stop! Let me see Kikyō!"
Inuyasha, Sango, and Kirara could only watch the horrific scene take place.
"I must see Kikyō! Kikyōōō! Kikyōōōōōōō!"
"Such bitterness," Naraku noted, smiling all the while, "such festering greed… Keep it up, Muso. Kikyō is exactly the same as you. Made of clay and dirt, her soul is but a mere phantom of the past."
As the remaining parts of Muso's body was absorbed, his scream faded away. All that was left was Naraku with his coat of baboon fur. Inuyasha was shaken. "You just… absorbed him…" The evil man chuckled at the half-demon's reaction.
"You see, I require Onigumo as a link for my own body." Naraku explained. He turned, smirking at them. "Your conjecture was indeed accurate, Inuyasha."
"But, hold on." Sango frowned, eyebrows knitting together. "If you've swallowed Onigumo, who is human… does that mean you truly are a half-demon?"
She already knew he was- they all did. The female slayer was merely hoping to gain an answer to a question the entire group has long-since held.
"Now why would you ask that?" Naraku asked, seeming amused by her words.
Kirara stepped forward and Sango readied her weapon to swing in case he attacked or moved suspiciously. Blood dripped off of her body, staining the cat demon's fur. She was so focused on Naraku she didn't notice- or perhaps she was purposely avoiding thinking about it. The woman was clearly in pain. "A while ago the barrier around your castle disappeared. Inuyasha was able to pick up your scent. You normally wouldn't want to be found, would you? I bet even now you have the barrier back up around the castle, to keep us out once we reach it again."
Inuyasha glanced at Sango, wondering what she was planning. Naraku smiled. "I see… you want to know if I have a period of weakness. If I am indeed like all half-demons… I, too, should have a time where I turn mortal. But exactly when that time occurs is a half-demon's deepest secret… so why don't we hear about you, Inuyasha?"
The half-demon tensed, looking at Naraku uncomfortably. "W-What?"
"Do you, like so many other half-demons, lose your powers and hide from your enemies during such times?"
"Why you…!" Did that mean Kagura hadn't told Naraku his secret after? What for? He knew he couldn't trust her, but still… it didn't make any sense. "Like I'd tell!"
Naraku's smile never wavered. It only made this conversation all the more unnerving. Several Saimyōshō appeared, floating down and buzzing around their malevolent master. "As you two have surmised, I have periods where I can not move. However, I choose that time myself… of my own will."
"Huh?"
"There's no way you can do that!" Inuyasha growled. "That's not how it works!"
"For you, perhaps." Naraku told him. The sheer arrogance he held was infuriating. "We are vastly different from one each other, Inuyasha. You were born from a human and a demon. During my times of weakness… I experiment. What is strong I take and make stronger, and what is weak I toss out and become even more powerful. I am a half-demon right now, there is no mistake about that. But unlike other half-demons I don't lose my power and cower in fear."
Inuyasha stepped up and scowled, glaring at him. "I'm sure you could talk about yourself for days, but I've got better things on my mind! Hrah!" He reached out and swung, aiming for Naraku's head- but the a purple force field appeared and blocked his attack. "What!? The barrier has returned!"
"Damn you!" Sango cursed. "We still don't have a way to surpass that!"
"Won't stop me from trying- Wind Scar!"
The effect was very much the same as it was in the castle. The demonic energy sailed over the barrier and Naraku, tearing apart the trees behind them instead.
"I'll say it again." Naraku began, grinning at them, "I only continue to grow in power."
And with that the dark smoke of his miasma tore out from the barrier, swirling around in a cyclone around them. Kirara quickly carried Sango out of the way and Inuyasha lunged to the side, avoiding getting blasted again with the smoke. They watched as the cyclone took off into the sky, accompanied by the ever-loyal Saimyōshō.
"He's gone…" Inuyasha muttered, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "I turn into nothing but a weak mortal, but Naraku is different? Is it because he's an artificial half-demon?"
"I think so." Sango said, frowning. "If he's able to keep reconstructing his body whenever he wants… then we're all in big trouble."
"Yeah… let's head back to the others." Inuyasha frowned. He looked at the woman, seeing how badly she was bleeding. "You need to get those cuts taken care of. They're pretty serious."
"I'll be fine." She said, feeling as though they were punishment for allowing her feelings towards Kohaku to get the better of her. "I'm more worried about the others."
And so they headed back to the village where Inuyasha was able to see the carnage brought on by Naraku and his puppets. Kagome ushered the group into the little circle Kaede had everyone in, tending them each separately. Irene was sleeping again, Shippō curled up against her side worriedly when he saw her face contort into pain, and some of the healthier villagers were getting to work creating graves for the dead.
Sango sat in silence, believing this all to be her fault. Kohaku was her brother and she was supposed to be responsible for him. Yet, Irene thought it was her own fault because she was the one Naraku wanted. It was her soul they desired. Sango and Inuyasha informed the group of their newfound discovery, and become distraught at the knowledge that they would not know when Naraku would lose his powers. Inuyasha stated that he would just have to get stronger than him, easy as that.
Miroku, trying to lighten the mood and alleviate some of the stress, made fun of him for being so randomly optimistic.
Chapter 15: Spirit of the Mountain
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
After the first few days recovering from everything that happened, I was able to use some of the spirits to help heal the injuries of the people in the village and our travel group. It was only thanks to Sango and Shippō mentioning something that happened in Rindoh Village that I even figured out how to clear the toxin out of Miroku's body. The poor monk was bedridden.
It was strange, but I found myself growing more tolerable of Miroku ever since the battle against Dokumoryu. I actually started to consider him as a friend. The Shikigami that appeared when I healed him was a blue eagle, one that eyed me very judgmentally as it beat its wings and cleared away the poison. I awkwardly thanked it and quickly had to smack Miroku's hands away when he tried to get a bit too close- the monk attempting to show his gratitude in the only way he knew how. I refused him. Repeatedly.
A week had passed before anyone was ready to go anywhere. Inuyasha took Kirara early this morning and disappeared, and Kagome was heading back home to restock on medicinal supplies. Meanwhile I was visiting the graves of those who had died, sitting there in silence with my head hung low- quietly apologizing for costing them their lives. They had been so kind, so brave to try and help me, and… they were dead.
As soon as the sun rose every morning, I walked around the village and checked up on everyone, asking if they ever needed help or if there was anything I could do for them. They always thanked me for asking, but turned me away more often than not unless they needed healing for a large gash caused by farming or a broken leg due to falling out of a tree whilst hunting. Nothing would relieve me of this guilt.
A wife, several husbands, and even a few children had been lost to Kohaku's blade. I had played with some of the children that had died, knowing them personally. It was horrible.
They should have lived so much longer than what they did.
And so, by the end of every day, I found myself doubling back to the grave site. The incense would bother my lungs so I had to wear a cloth over my face when I visited. I sat down, staring in silence and silently apologizing for causing them their demise. I thanked them for their help, but… I doubted they could even really hear me. The dead were dead. There was never any coming back.
"Irene…?" A familiar voice caught my attention and I turned, seeing Kakuju standing there a few feet away. He must have just arrived to this village. "I'm surprised to see you here. Is this where you are staying?"
I nodded, before remembering he couldn't actually see it. "Y-yeah. Sorry…"
He gave a strange look at that, but it wasn't really at me. It was more in the general direction of which he was staring. "Why apologize? You did nothing wrong. Unless…" He carefully guided his way forward with his cane. "Is something bothering you?"
My eyebrows raised and I took deep breath, turning back to face the graves. "...Yeah, kinda. Sorta impossible not to be, I guess."
Kakuju stepped forward until he was beside me, carefully kneeling down onto the ground, sitting on his legs. He set his cane down horizontally in front of him. "Mind telling me what happened? I can lend you my ear. You seem deeply troubled."
"I just…" I hesitated, not really wanting to share my feelings. I hated doing so. I always felt like I would be ridiculed or insulted, and told that I shouldn't be so upset because other people have it worse than me. I know other people are going through horrible things, but… it doesn't make the pain any less. I didn't want to burden other people with my emotions. I was doing that far too much already. "It… hrmm." I want to talk about it though. I hate being silent. "You… uh… You remember Naraku, right?"
"Yes… he was the one you battled in the castle, was it not? The demon who had poisoned you and your friends, leading you to Rindoh Village?"
"Uh, yeah. Him… well, uh, he showed up. Again." I cleared my throat, awkward and a little uncomfortable. Was it really alright for me to talk about this? "And… he tried to have some people attack me. But… then… then p-people from the village…" Frick. I'm already tearing up. God damn it. I swallowed the lump in my throat, furiously blinking away tears. "They tried to help me. A-And now… they're all dead."
Their screams and terrified faces were still so vivid in my mind. I laced my fingers tightly together in my lap, knuckles turning white.
"I-I knew them. I knew them a-and I… couldn't help them. A-And it's not like we can even stop Naraku because… because of his stupid barrier!"
I want to hit something. I want to hit something so bad right now.
"Th-They're all dead because of me…"
Maria might even be gone now as well. Naraku wasn't exactly well-know for his mercy. I took a shaky breath, struggling very hard not to break down. Kakuju remained silent, listening to me rant. When he finally spoke, it was with a soft voice. "It's suffocating, is it not?" I paused, looking at him with blurry vision. "You try so hard to protect… but it all ends in despair. If you truly wish to save those whom this Naraku will try to hurt next… I can teach you a way to break the barrier."
"Wh-What?" Was he for real right now?
Kakuju's solemn expression became a little more serious, the man looking in the distance and speaking with a grave tone. "You must listen carefully," He told me, "Rindoh Village is at the foot of Mount Huoh. You need to go to the top of the mountain and bring back a fruit from the Magatama Tree growing there."
I looked at him in confusion, not understanding. "Magatama… Tree? What will the fruit do?"
"It's what you need to break the barrier." Kakuju answered calmly. He reached out, placing a shaky hand on my shoulder, leaving me both uncomfortable and a little worried about the task at hand. "The rest will take place once you obtain the fruit and bring it to me. I will teach you the technique needed for a Shikigami Spirit to break the barrier. But you must be careful. It is not easy to obtain the fruit."
"Uh… wh-why not?"
"There is a spirit guarding it." He warned, lowering his voice to a whisper. It was as if he was remembering something unpleasant. "They will test your heart. If they find you unworthy of the fruit, you will be cast into the unknown forever."
"O-Oh." That did not sound pleasant. "Did… Did you ever get a fruit?"
"Once. But that was long time ago, when I was still young. I barely got away with my life." Kakuju needed to break a barrier when he was younger… that's interesting. I didn't know much about this man at all, aside from him being able to help me use the Shikigami. "She is an air spirit and will turn you away upon approach. This is a test of courage, Irene, and of heart. You must prepare well."
"Um…" This did not sound like it was going to end well. "You… realize I'm the most cowardly person in existence, right?"
"Hm?" He pulled his hand away, surprised by my words. "What makes you say that?"
"H-Have you not met me?" I asked, incredulous. "I cry at everything! A-And I'm not exactly good at fighting demons! I've been beaten up more times than I can count since I was brought here to Japan."
Kakuju hummed thoughtfully upon hearing that. "Courage is more than just being able to face a battle. It is facing one's fears to help another. Remember what you told me after your visit to the old temple? You ran into that room and, despite being scared, despite being cornered and trapped by the spider demon, you stayed and were able to free your friends. You are brave, Irene. You just can't see it yourself."
"Th-That's…" I hesitated. I didn't really believe him, but… it wasn't as if I didn't do those things. They were terrifying. I'm still scared. Always, continually scared. I shifted in my spot and pulled my knees up to my chest, resting my chin on my arms. "I just… don't want them to die. That's all. I'm just being selfish."
"Perhaps." He said, a little amused. "But most selfish people would have ran to save themselves. Don't you think that by going after your friends, into the room with the spider, you were being more selfless?"
No. I was motivated by fear and uncertainty more than anything else. There was no winning in that situation- just acting and praying something worked.
"Why don't you just give it try?" He suggested. "If you decide not to go, that is fine. But Naraku is still out there and… as long as you keep your friends with you I am certain you'll be able to get the Magatama fruit. You are quite unlike any other, Irene. Something about you is special."
I almost snorted when I heard him say that. "I wish. But, yeah… he is still out there. Lurking." I sighed, burying my face in my arms. I didn't want to battle anymore, but Naraku had to be stopped. Even if… it meant risking my life to a guardian air spirit. "Okay. I… I'll think about it."
"Proceed with caution when you approach the spirit." Kakuju advised, slowly standing with his cane in his hands. "She can read the minds of those standing in her mist."
And with that he walked away, leaving me to think over what I was just informed about. There was no way I could get the fruit, but we couldn't defeat the evil half-demon without getting past his barrier. Even if I were unable to get the fruit someone else might be able to and then… what? No one else knew how to use the power of Shikigami. Kakuju did, but he was so old he might be the first to die against Naraku. I don't want him dead either.
I brought my hands up and ruffled my hair, groaning. There was no other way to go about it. We have this opportunity where we could have a chance at beating Naraku, yet going might cost me my life. I'm far from worthy. What should I do? What am I supposed to do?
Why did Inuyasha have to disappear and Kagome go home today? Kirara came back to the hut a while ago, but… ugh. This is lame. I'm not strong enough for this. "I'm gonna regret this…" I forced myself to stand, walking away from the grave site when it began to get a bit too stuffy breathing in the dumb cloth. I yanked it off, sticking my tongue out and inhaling the fresh air. "Okay. It's fine. It's fine. Even if I disappear it's fine. What's wandering about in an eternity? Nothing- that's what."
My heart was racing at the thought.
I found Shippō out collecting mushrooms and playing with Kirara. When I told him I had some important stuff to tell everyone he darted over with Kirara and they both jumped into my arms, and I carried them both around the village until I found Sango and Miroku drinking tea in Kaede's hut. They were discussing how they should spend today since both of our main party members were gone. "Uh… hey, guys?"
Dang it, I got goosebumps. This is freaking me out and I haven't even told them what my stupid plan was.
Sango hummed and glanced up at me, a small smile on her face. She looked so happy; I felt bad knowing that that smile might be wiped away later if things went wrong. "What is it, Irene? Are you feeling alright?"
"N-No, I'm good. For now, at least, uh… I-I have some news?"
I awkwardly walked over and sat down, setting the two demons in my lap as I crossed my legs. I tried to calm myself down and de-stress by petting Kirara, the cat demon leaning into my touch and purring. It felt so nice.
"I-I bumped into Kakuju earlier. Er, well, actually he found me, but…"
Miroku frowned, setting his cup down beside him and sitting a little straighter, lacing his hands together. "Irene, did something bad happen? What did he say?"
"Oh! Um. Nothing bad happened… yet." He raised an eyebrow and Sango looked concerned. I cringed. I really didn't want to do this. Unable to handle the intensity of their stares I blurted out, raising my hands up and flailing them around as I tried to explain, "He said… He said there's a way to break the barrier! And we have to go back to Rindoh Village to do it! Th-There's this… this mountain called Huoh and it has this fruit on it, right? But to get to the fruit we have to pass some test by the spirit that's guarding it!"
Miroku raised a hand to his chin, thinking. "If I recall correctly, Mount Huoh is a sacred mountain where monks in training gather. I've been there once when I was boy."
"Really?" Well, that's a bit of a relief. I don't think it would help convince the spirit of our worthiness though. "Um… d-do you know anything about the spirit guardian herself?"
The monk blinked, surprised. A small smile spread across his face. "The guardian is a woman? You must take me with you to meet her!"
"Miroku!" Sango hissed, glaring at me. "Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself!"
"W-Wait, we're actually going?" I was stunned. "I-I didn't even tell you the rest."
"If there's a way to defeat Naraku," Shippō said, looking up at me, "then we should go! Inuyasha and Kagome can wait a while, right? We're always waiting for them."
"Agreed." The female demon slayer nodded, sitting up and looking at us. "If there's anything I can do, Irene, I'll help. I won't let you face this alone."
"But…" I faltered, really not wanting to bring them along with me. My plan was to bring Kirara and have her drop me off at the foot of the mountain, and if I failed no one else would have to suffer alongside me. "If we don't pass her test we could…"
"Don't worry about it." Sango said, smiling as she stood and walked over to grab her weapons. "We've been able to take on anything that's been thrown at us this far, haven't we? Some spirit won't stop us."
"Agreed." Miroku took a quick sip of his tea before setting it back down and following Sango's example, grabbing his staff and heading to the doorway. "And I have a companion that's close by that can give us a lift there. I'll just go and fetch him- so why don't you all wait here? I'm sure dear Hachi will be more than willing to give us all a ride. I doubt we all could fit on Kirara's back anyway."
"Oh, actually!" Shippō spoke up, looking rather proud of himself. "I've been practicing the last few days and I can carry two people on my back now! I'm gonna have to try really hard to help you guys beat Naraku, after all!" The fox demon jumped out of my lap, bringing his fists up triumphantly into the air. "We got this!"
"You're leaving?" Kaede's voice spoke up, the old priestess stepping into the room from the back of the hut. I was still stunned by their behavior, having not expected them to so readily agree to help or even join me. Something about it made my chest well up with warmth, something sad and almost heartbreaking trying to well up to the surface. What was it? Regret? What would I have to regret? My own heart confused me. "What about the others? Will you not wait for them?"
Miroku was already out of the hut, fetching his "friend" that he mentioned. Sango shook her head at Kaede, tying her hiraikotsu to her back. "Nope. The faster we get this done the better. With any luck Inuyasha will also have a way to break the barrier, assuming he did go to see a certain blacksmith, so we'll have two people in our group that can take on Naraku. Besides, it'll be good for us to work a little closer together like this. Don't you guys think?" She glanced at us.
I stammered an awkward agreement and Shippō beamed, smiling. He darted over and jumped onto her shoulder. Kirara let out a happy mew. Miroku returned to the hut a few minutes later with a… raccoon dog? The monk ushered the demon forward with his staff, a rather malicious smile on his face. It was very unnerving to see.
"Go on, Hachi. Introduce yourself. You haven't met Irene yet, have you?"
"N-No, Master Miroku. I have not. " The strange demon stuttered at Miroku's words, seeming very nervous and on edge. He stepped forward, bowing. "I-It's very nice to meet you, Miss Irene! I am a servant of Master Miroku. He… tells me you all need a way to Mount Huoh?"
"Uh… yes?"
"A-Alright!" He stood up stiffly. "I-I'll take you there, even if it costs me my life!"
"Um. P-Please don't go that far…"
We followed Miroku and the raccoon dog demon outside the hut to the forest entrance, where he placed a leaf on his head and transformed in a fashion very similar to Shippō. He became this extremely large cloud-like creature that was over thirty feet long, and was yellow with black stripes. Several villagers let out startled shouts, but didn't attack. They appeared to recognize him. After climbing onto his back he rose into the air and we made our way towards the mountain. It would only take a few hours to get there with Hachi's incredible speed.
"So," Hachi began, his voice altered due to his transformed state, "How long have you been travelling with Master Miroku and his friends?"
I had to think about it. "I… don't know? Over a month, maybe?"
Has it truly been that long? That amount of time felt so wrong. It simultaneously feels like I arrived here just yesterday and forever ago.
Hachi listened to my answer and asked, "What do you do? Are you a demon slayer? You don't look like one. You dress a lot like Kagome though… are you a priestess?"
"No… but I have been called that." I said, biting my bottom lip. "It's weird. I-I can ask Shikigami for help and they'll show up, and depending on the situation they'll attack or heal."
"Ooooh! That sounds scary! You must be very powerful."
"Not really. It's… the Shikigami that are. I'm just the summoner."
Sango shook her head at the conversation, speaking up. "But it takes a lot of energy to summon the Shikigami, Irene. I told you before- your body is too weak to withstand their strength. The same goes for regular priestesses; they might not work in the same way you do, but their holy power is driven from their very soul. If they use too much it can lead to death. Great power is often accompanied by weak bodies."
"What a bummer." Hachi commented. I couldn't agree more.
It was almost evening by the time that we finally arrived to Rindoh Village. Hachi let us down at the base, going to rest in the village until our return. The air was so fresh and crisp here by the mountain- it honestly wouldn't be surprising if there was a spiritual fruit originating there that could defeat Naraku's barrier. I rode on Kirara's back as we made our way up the path, very few demons being encountered on the journey.
Miroku surmised that the air around here kept back the weaker demons, but if any strong ones such as Kirara or Shippō came by… well- they couldn't be stopped except by the air spirit herself. The air pressure and density was so different up the mountain it left me dizzy, and I found myself falling asleep against Kirara the higher up we got. Eventually we stopped, the movement waking me up, and it took a few more minutes for me to get adjusted to the thin air.
I was surprised to see that we were resting in an old hut- one Miroku explained that was often used by monks in their training. "What a dump." Shippō commented, scrunching his nose up as he looked around. "Who would want to sleep here?"
Miroku smiled at that. "Monks don't need luxury, Shippō. They only need a roof to protect against the rain."
"I guess you're right…"
Shortly after we headed outside to start walking again, but I found myself stopping abruptly. There was something nearby, something… not right. My gaze dropped to the ground and moved along the road, stopping only when it landed on a pile of boulders near the cliff. My eyebrows knit together and I blinked, heading towards it.
I felt so… weird all of a sudden. The longer I stared at the rocks, the more I felt like they shouldn't be there.
Miroku turned, seeing the way I was acting. "Is something the matter?"
"No… I don't think." This is strange. I reached out and touched the rock, frowning. Was I just that dazed, now left to imagine things? "It's… this is gonna sound weird, but does that rock look normal to you?"
The monk moved closer, standing beside me and staring at the rock. His eyes narrowed. "It appears so, but something is strange. What is this?" He walked over and rested his hand against the stone, running his fingers along it. For a minute I thought he was messing with me, but he was completely serious as he faced us. "Sango, does this seem off to you? Do you sense anything?"
"Yes." She said, frowning. "It's faint, but I can feel a wind blowing from the cliff."
"I don't get it." Shippō stated, pouting. "I don't see or feel anything strange."
"I don't know…" I brought my arms up and hugged myself. "Maybe we should just keep going…"
The air quality was getting thinner the higher we went up, not to mention colder. My lungs might not be able to handle it. But we needed that fruit, so… even if it hurt me or could cost me my soul… I would deal with it. Maria might even be dead already, so there wasn't really much point in my survival now. All I cared about was making sure everyone else survived and if that meant… risking myself for this fruit… so be it. At least I'd have tried.
I climbed back onto Kirara and we continued up the mountain, entering a small cave. At one point Sango had to climb on Kirara with me, and Shippō transformed to carry Miroku up a few ledges as they were too high up for us to climb regularly. Once we were able to walk again the female demon slayer let out a small groan, having trouble carrying her hiraikotsu.
"My body is getting heavier the higher we climb…"
"The wind is also getting stronger." Miroku noted, digging his staff into the ground to keep standing. One of his hands had Shippō cradled to his chest, preventing the fox demon from being blown away due to his light weight. I held strong to Kirara's fur, the cat demon in her larger state and keeping me rooted with my legs wrapped around her sides. "But it's an unnatural wind. What is going on!?"
"I-I'm gonna blow away!" Shippō cried, clinging tight to Miroku's kimono, about to be thrown away by the wind. "Heeeelp!" The monk's feet were suddenly pushed back and the cat demon roared, moving to catch him and keeping firm hold of all three of us. She held Shippō in her teeth. I let out a small scream, leaning and pressing my face into Kirara's neck. This wind was too powerful! We couldn't even take a step in it without being lifted in the air.
"I-I think this is the work of the air spirit!" Miroku shouted, raising his voice loud enough to be heard over the rustling of the wind. "It's the guardian of this mountain! She's trying to warn us to stay back!"
I still can't believe this is a thing. Air nymphs are real. I had finally accepted demons, but spirits… were still out of my zone. This reality was a ridiculously dangerous one. "Uh, guys!?" Sango yelled, peering past the hiraikotsu she had dug into the ground to keep herself steady. "Do you see that!?"
Up ahead, through all this mist and fog, appeared to a be a thick mass of air. It seemed to take a humanoid shape, but the wind was so strong I couldn't make out her actual appearance save for her eyes. An icy blue, cold and staring right at us. "Who are you?" Her voice echoed all around the mountain, vibrating throughout the air itself. It was deep and authoritative, and seemed to carry with the very wind that was pushing us back. "You who have stepped onto this sacred ground… leave! I will not tolerate you here any longer!"
My fingers were trying so hard to slip from Kirara's shoulders. If I let my guard down for so much as a second I would swept away.
The spirit woman's harsh gaze landed on me and I tensed, watching as she glided forward just enough that I could make out short silvery-blue hair. It was hard to tell due to this fog, but I had feeling this air spirit was very lovely to look at. "You… girl. You have a connection to spirits, do you not? Tell me your name."
"I-Irene…!?" I answered loudly, Kakuju's warning coming to mind at this exact moment. This woman could read my mind. See into my heart. What if she didn't like what she saw? "Wh-Who are you!?"
"I go by the name of Kazumi." She declared. Her body was entirely shrouded by the clouds. "Why have you come here? What do you seek from this sacred mountain?"
Did she not already know? Was the old man simply playing tricks with me, to scare me into being as honest as possible? I knew there was something suspicious about him, but I didn't think he'd be so cruel. "I-I'm sorry!" It's so hard to breathe up here. The air is so thin. "W-We were told that… in order to stop this really bad person… we need a fruit! H-His barrier can't be broken… and if he isn't stopped… more people will die!"
"You mean the Magatama fruit?" The wind around us suddenly stopped, and we all stumbled or slumped over in response. The spirit narrowed her eyes, still hiding behind her mist. It was hard to see even Sango and she was only five feet away from me. "You must have more than power to obtain this. You must wield courage… and a heart of the utmost purity. Did you not realize this?"
"I-I mean…" I spoke breathlessly, left exhausted from all of this. "I-I did, but… I was hoping…"
Pain flitted across my face and I turned away for a moment, flinching. My chest was burning.
"Th-The fruit is… I… I'm sorry. Knew this wouldn't work, but… I wanted to try."
This whole venture was pointless. I knew from the very beginning that getting a fruit was going to be impossible. I was the most cowardly, selfish person I knew. Completely distraught by this news, having expected it since the start, I made myself look at everyone.
"I… tried to tell you." I said, voice cracking. The only consolation was that I couldn't actually see them in this fog. "You wouldn't… let me say it. I'm not brave. I'm not even that nice."
I'm just a weak human that can't even save anyone. I only cause trouble and burden others.
"I-I'm so sorry…"
They were probably so disappointed in me right now. I couldn't bear it.
"I was hoping I could… I could finally help you somehow, but… I can't."
Sango's voice cut through the silence that followed after my words, the woman sounding downright dumbfounded. "Irene… you've always helped us."
"Yes!" Miroku exclaimed, stunned that I would say such self-deprecating things. "Countless times you've helped us in battle and healed us when we were weak!"
I could hear the sound of Sango pulling her hiraikotsu out of the ground, the woman walking forward until she was in front of me and we could actually see each other. Kazumi had floated back a few feet, watching the scene take place with calculating eyes. "If anything… I'm the one who should be apologizing for not being able to help. So many times Kohaku attacked you a-and I… I couldn't fight back. He's my little brother, but you're my best friend. When Kanna tried to steal your soul… I felt so weak. I couldn't save you without hurting Kohaku."
My eyes widened and I quickly reacted, desperate to remove that distressed look from her face. "You know that's not your fault! Y-You had no control over him; Kohaku… Kohaku would never hurt anyone if he had a choice. It's Naraku's fault- he's the one controlling him!"
"But he hurt you! He and Kanna almost took your life!"
"And if you didn't help me back in the mansion," Miroku added, looking at me from his spot against Kirara, the monk serious as he met my gaze, "I would have been eaten by that demon Yurihime. You're stronger than you know, Irene, and every time you get hurt by someone you always forgive them no matter how painful it is. Though it was through unfortunate circumstances, I'm glad we got to meet you. Without you we would have been in some serious trouble before."
"B-But without me you guys wouldn't even have gotten into some of the trouble!" I argued, pent up emotions rising to the surface. I had to tell them, to let them know they were just being fooled. Despite my efforts they were still deceived somehow. Their perceptions of me were completely wrong. "If not for me you guys wouldn't have gotten hurt at all! Heck, Naraku sent Kohaku and Kanna after me, right!? I-If I weren't in that village, then… th-the people…"
I choked, vision blurring as my eyes teared up. I looked down, unable to bring myself to see their expression. It hurt too much. I couldn't tell them- if I did they would be exposed to the monster that I was. Talking about this… was too much.
Shippō, dangling from his tail that was caught in Kirara's mouth, blinked. He pulled himself free and jumped onto her head, staring up at me with big green eyes, innocent and confused. "What about them?"
"Are you talking about the deceased you helped me and Inuyasha bury?" Miroku asked, eyebrows furrowing together. He always was the most perceptive of the group, wasn't he? Frick. It hurts. "The ones who tried to save you?"
"Irene," Sango pressed, "what aren't you telling us?"
It's boiling and festering and tearing away. I can't stop it. It's like I'm back in the lake again, burrowing under the water, but this time I was on land. And this time there was water filling my lungs, but instead of actual water it was the guilt and regret I had on not being able to do anything. For being the one that led to those villagers deaths. It was all me.
"They tried to help me." I bit out, head hung low and lips curled back, teeth grinding hard together as I strangled back the sob trying to form. "Th-They tried to… to save me a-and… they're dead. I couldn't…" The tears were falling. I could feel the hot liquid drip onto the back of my hands, trailing down my cheeks and dripping off my chin. I brought the back of my hand up to my mouth, biting my knuckles for a moment. "I killed them. I led them to their deaths. Ch… Children are dead! Because of me!" My heart felt like it was being crushed by an invisible force, something reaching inside and twisting it about. "I knew them! And if I wasn't in that village they never would have died!"
Everyone looked horrified by what I said.
I knew it...
They hated me now. No one wanted anything to do with me.
I wouldn't either, really. I was a murderer. Perhaps not directly, but I had led to it with my very presence.
The guilt was suffocating.
"I see." The air spirit finally spoke, cutting through the silence. The woman raised a hand and the wind picked up once more, but this time it was aimed directly at me. "Then you should just disappear."
There was really no clear warning. One second I was sitting atop Kirara's back and the next my body was being lifted into the air, being tossed off the cat demon and sent sailing over the mountain side. Eyes wide and fearful, I could only scream as I watched the others vanish from my line of sight, the world around me flying by rapidly as I was sent hurtling downwards. My hands extended out in a desperate attempt to catch myself on something, but it was useless.
"Your heart is contaminated by guilt, your mind polluted with self hatred." I heard the air spirit, Kazumi, claim. She sounded void of all emotion. "Such a person could never be worthy of the Magatama Fruit."
The air around me slowed down and I cried out when I crashed into several tree branches, body tumbling hard onto the ground below. Breathing heavily, I looked up and saw I was back at the bottom of the mountain.
…
"What did you do!?" Sango shouted, dashing to the edge and leaping on Kirara's back. She flew after the girl in an attempt to catch her before it was too late. "Irene!"
She could see the foreigner reach out towards her, the girl's scream ringing out for all to hear, but then she was swallowed up by the mist surrounding the mountain. Sango flew around with Kirara a while longer, trying to locate her friend, only to end up back where she started with Irene nowhere in sight. Kazumi closed her eyes, unbothered.
"The girl is being tested. You cannot reach her now."
"Tested!?" Miroku demanded, stepping forward. He recalled Irene trying to inform them about it, but they were all so eager to break the barrier they didn't bother to learn what sort of test it was. They had assumed it would be a battle. "What do you mean tested? She has done nothing but prove herself time and again! Irene's life is constantly being threatened by danger and her own weakness!"
"Her mind was in chaos, plaguing her heart." Kazumi said, staring them down. Sango was furious, brown eyes ablaze with hatred. "No summoner of spirits can have such turmoil if they wish to have a fruit from this sacred mountain's tree. She will simply have to prove herself, or she shall wander forever in the clouds."
"Clouds?" Shippō asked, voice wavering. "Wh-What do mean by that?"
"The clouds that cleanse this mountain." She explained, true form still unseen. Her cold blue eyes were haunting. "The human mind is polluted by negative thoughts and emotions. One must face the truth and accept it in order to continue the climb up this mountain... or they will wander forever. That is the way of Mount Huoh."
…
I had expected to fail the test; I knew this was going to occur the moment we met the spirit. At first it seemed like she had thrown me off the mountain, but upon closer observation the entire area was covered in a thin veil of white fog, several people wandering aimlessly about and muttering to themselves. The most bothersome ones were those that were screaming, wailing and crying, begging for forgiveness from the spirit or those that they have failed.
A sense of apathy washing over me, I wondered if that would eventually be what I would become given enough time. Driven mad by grief. What was I to do? I was quite content just lying here and I highly doubted anyone would want to see me again after that admission. They knew my true colors.
I was a cheerful, bubbly person… but who despised herself in secret, undeserving of the affection and love others try and give her. Selfish and greedy, but weak and unable to do anything herself. She couldn't even save a little girl and her brother. The village boy who had once asked if she was actually a demon in disguise, as well as his friends who had been arguing with him.
Memories flew through my mind, recalling all the days I weaved baskets with them- being taught how to do so by them. The times they would follow me around the village, intrigued by the strange foreigner that was now living with the priestess Kaede. And now they were gone, their parents left to mourn them… knowing they would never see them again.
I tried so hard to atone. But I was so weak and sickly no one would ever let me help them with anything. I knew they thought me pathetic.
No one ever lets me do anything.
It's why I act so recklessly sometimes. I can't do anything otherwise.
I stared up at the cloudy sky, breathing in the fresh crisp air and questioning if the spirit world was really all that bad. It seemed peaceful here, minus all the crazed lunatics running around begging for a second chance. Going back up the mountain seemed a little pointless. I couldn't climb it normally, but… if we were to wander eternally… we probably couldn't actually die here. I would just suffer.
"I don't want to…"
I really didn't. But they needed that cursed Magatama fruit to break Naraku's stupid barrier. I didn't understand what he got from destroying everything and everyone, but perhaps that could just serve as motivation to stop him. Whatever works. I don't even care anymore right now- I'm too emotion'ed out.
"Please," I heard a man beg, "I just need the fruit to make some medicine! My wife! She needs it!"
I walked passed him with my head hung low, ignoring the desire to try and ask if there was anything I could do to help. This man was probably long since dead now. If he escaped the spirit realm all his years might catch up to him. Would that be mercy killing, I wonder? Maybe I should try and get him out of here.
My foot spun on its heel and I marched over, but the second I opened my mouth to talk to him the man straight up shoved me out of his way. I yelped and crashed hard onto the ground, squeaking and barely moving in time to avoid getting walked on. This dude almost stepped on my hands! Rude. "The heck!?"
"The fruit," He repeated, only looking up, "I need the fruit. The fruit will save her, the fruit, the fruit, the fruit! She needs the fruit!"
What the frick is going on? I mean, I get what's happening, but… jeez. I understand her need to keep out those who would be considered unworthy for the fruit, but she didn't have to torture everyone like this. She kept me alive using her winds when she threw me off, so couldn't she had kept throwing people off the mountain until they gave up? This seems rather sadistic.
I bet if I even tried to climb Huoh a second time she would push me off again. Kakuju really wasn't messing around when he said this would be difficult. At least demons I could try and fight, but this is… different. I was dealing with some kind of sylph or cloud nymph. I wasn't sure what sort of creature an "air spirit" was. I'm still getting used to demons and I had already accepted their existence.
"They're dead, they're dead, they're dead…" A man muttered, his voice appearing out of nowhere and startling me. I jumped and whirled around, seeing him walking in circles with his hands pressed to his face. "It's my fault. My fault, my fault; I did it! I killed them!"
I took a hesitant step back, scared by his speech, before forcing myself forward. There had to be a lesson to be learned from these others souls, right? I had to talk to them, even if they scared me. "Wh… Who did you kill, sir?"
"My family!" He wailed. "I couldn't stop the bandits! I-I hid and… my wife, my daughters… they were taken! My son is dead! It's all my fault!"
"I…" I did not like how similar that felt to my situation. My stomach twisted and I knew I would probably encounter several more people like this. "I'm so sorry…"
"I just need the fruit!" The man sobbed, hunching over and continuing to walk in circles. "I-If I can get the fruit… they'll come back to me then…"
Well. Um. I blinked, chills going down my spine from that conversation. I shivered and hugged myself, more disturbed than scared by what was happening. I looked around, seeing the countless number of beings walking around. I could only assume they were accumulated over the centuries, far too many to have been collected at once. This spirit realm… it was like a parallel version of the real world.
It was created by the air spirit Kazumi, mostly likely, which meant that there was no real escape… not that I could see. Chances are she would have to change her mind on the worth of a person in order for them to leave. How the heck can I do that? I wasn't very persuasive.
I wandered a bit, starting to get annoyed when I wound up back where I started, and finally found the cave from before. There were a lot of people- too many to count. They were all wandering, bumping into each other and muttering, talking about how they had lost their loved ones and that it was all their fault. Some mentioned that it was someone else's fault and that they were completely innocent and had no feelings of guilt at all.
I was starting to come to the conclusion that the people who were freaking out over being guilty are the ones that weren't to blame, and the ones that were pushing the blame onto others were at fault. It felt so wrong. At one point one of the wandering souls reached over and grabbed my shoulders, shaking me back and forth-demanding that I tell them what they should do to fix their problem and how to get them to prove to the spirit of the mountain that they were pure of heart.
I stood there frozen, unable to speak as I gazed into the eyes of someone that was led to insanity.
Then the spirit wailed and pushed me back, walking over to the wall and hitting it with their fists. "Damn it, damn it, damn it! I just want to see my brothers!"
I stumbled back, turning around walking faster, ignoring the racing of my heart and how hard it was getting for me to breathe. My feet stopped moving only when I saw a woman with a round stomach trying to climb the cliff, her swollen heels hitting against the rubble. I flinched when she fell, panic quickly taking over, and without a second thought I rushed over to make sure she was okay. "M-Ma'am!? Y-Your baby, you-!"
"Get off of me!" She snapped, pushing me back. I flinched when my head smacked hard against the stone wall, leaning down and gripping the back of my aching skull with both hands. I cried out and groaned in pain. "I'll save my child myself! Fucking bastard leaving me with this kid…" She grabbed at the rocks again, knees bleeding but otherwise unharmed. "I'll get that fruit! I'll birth a healthy babe and show him!"
I feel so bad for that infant. But at the same time- owwww. My head was going to hurt for hours after that, frick. Ugh… this is what I get for trying to be a decent human being. I hate people. They're such jerks! I'm done pretending to be nice. It's awful. I wanted to help these people, but all they ever did was snap at me and keep wailing. I've lost track of how many I spoke to. Several appeared to be monks, but… none of them acted very virtuous.
"S-Someone, please…"
I almost ignored the voice.
"I'm so scared…"
Ignoring the way the world tried to spin, I turned and tried to find the direction it was coming from. After a few minutes I realized it was coming from up the mountain, a woman sitting on the ledge above. I hesitated, moving back-and-forth and debating whether or not I should really risk getting knocked over again. I wasn't exactly keen on getting hurt even worse than I already was.
As I began to scale the rock wall I berated myself for being such an idiot.
…
Miroku stared at the only visible part of the spirit, boring into her icy eyes. "So what you're saying is… Irene has to prove her worth by accepting the truth? What truth is that?"
The spirit made no movement, staring at them expressionlessly. "Many delude themselves with the lies they create. They believe the fruit can free them of their woes; whether it be to grant a wish or bring the dead back to life… but it cannot. The Magatama fruit's power lies with the spirits. Many neophytes come to this mountain in search of it, as do bandits and distraught travelers. Yet none are ever worthy of it. They do not understand its power."
"And understanding it will make one worthy?" He demanded. "How does that work?"
Kazumi shook her head. "The mist of the mountain brings out the darkest in people, forcing them to reveal their innermost thoughts. She believes herself guilty for the loss of the villagers. The burden of their fate is not hers to bear; the girl must realize this if she is to climb the mountain. She must free her mind of this guilt and continue forward, unchained and unbound by the loss."
"But what does that have to do with the fruit!?" Sango demanded, stepping forward. She looked ready to swing her hiraikotsu at the spirit. Kazumi looked at her, staring deep into her soul. This woman was also broken, but she was not un-fixable. The hearts of others can easily mend her spirit. "Why is Irene so unworthy!? Feeling guilt is what makes us human!"
"It is because she feels too much guilt." The air spirit explained. "Her emotions will inevitably destroy her. The girl is compassionate and kind… but she is tainted by a darkness. To break a barrier of darkness you must use light. Therefore, so long as her heart and mind are polluted with negativity, she will never learn how to use the power of the Magatama fruit."
…
It was really hard trying not to fall. Being barefoot certainly helped, but aside from that… I was doing rather poorly. I had little arm strength and my fingers felt so numb it was hard to keep a good grip on the rocks and vines that I was using to climb. I plotted my course carefully as I climbed, but sometimes the gravel I was stepping on would start to crumble or shake and I would panic, trying to hurry my way up.
I had only started climbing about five minutes ago and I was already extremely dizzy. Just how high was this stupid cliff? When am I going to reach that cursed ledge? If it weren't for all this dumb fog that started to get thicker… It was as if the spirit was trying to slow me down, purposely adding more mist to make it harder for me to see as soon as I started to climb. I was at least twenty or thirty feet off the ground by now.
The voice grew louder, a woman whimpering and crying for help. "I-I wanna go home! Sister… brother… I'm scared."
That sounded a bit like she might still be sane. "H… Hold on!" I shouted at her, hoping she could hear me. I sounded so breathless. "I… I'm on… my way!" A grunt fell out from my lips and I struggled to reach out to the next hold, arms feeling weak and fingers not wanting to cooperate.
I was far from strong, so the muscles in my body weren't holding out very good. All my strength was in my legs. I could feel the sweat bead down my face, my shirt sticking to my back. The sweater I was wearing felt even thicker than usual due to how hot I was, my entire body burning up at the exercise.
"I… got you…" I huffed, finally reaching the first ledge. Pulling myself up was a challenge, the edge trying to crumble away when all my weight fell onto it. I collapsed, kicking at the wall with my feet and scrambling onto the earth above, huffing and puffing, wheezing and gasping, looking at the stranger curled in a corner, completely and utterly exhausted. "A… Are you… okay… ma'am?"
She was dressed in a dark grey and yellow kosode, with a pale blue mo-bakama and furoshiki. Her long black hair was pulled back in a simple ribbon, and when she looked up upon hearing my voice I could see her bangs were separated in a strange fringe, split at the side. Her dark eyes were almost mesmerizing.
"M-My hometown was… was ravaged by bandits. I-I thought the Magatama Fruit could bring back my late husband, but…" The woman brought her hands back up to her face, sobbing. "I-I was wrong! A-And now the vengeful spirit has brought me here to this… this place!"
"Vengeful?" I echoed, brain slowly registering the story that was told me. That word did not seem to suit the ghostly woman who brought us here at all. I heard so many terrible stories on the way up here, all the desires of those who had been seeking the fruit. Why didn't the air spirit just try and explain the situation to the other humans? There was no reason to trap them here. My only guess was that she was simply tired of being a guardian. "I-I don't think… she's vengeful per se?"
"Then what would you call it?" The woman demanded, lifting her head up and glaring at me through her tears. "What even are you- a demon? I've never seen one like you before… your clothes are so odd. And your face…"
I coughed and continued to pull myself forward, forcing my body into a sitting position. Hacking for a good thirty seconds, it took a bit to pull my dazed self together and speak. "Not… a demon." I told her, crossing my legs and running my fingers through my sweaty bangs. I felt disgusting. I was going to have to take a serious bath if I ever got out of here. "Just a… really sickly human. Promise." My chest was burning. "I… I'm Irene. Who are you?"
"Sh… Shizuno."
I nodded along at that, eyes drifting shut as exhaustion took over. It was going to be a while before I could start climbing again, but… that was fine. It wasn't like the others were going to wait for me. They were so nice, but I… wasn't. I told them what happened. I was just going to keep it bottled up, but the pressure was… overwhelming. It was like I was going to burst if I didn't speak. And I did. Now I was alone.
I just hoped they weren't fighting the air spirit. They could get very trigger happy when it came to battling.
"Nice… Nice to… to meet you. Um." I closed my eyes to think, head still pounding, and gestured blindly to the area around us. "This… Is this as far as you got?"
"Yes… I'm afraid I'm not very strong." She told me, looking down as if she were ashamed of herself. "The sight of the other people lost to this strange mist… it scared me greatly. The higher I climbed the more I saw."
That was true. I noticed the number of people increasing the further I went up the mountain. "Well, you got me now, so… there's that. Not totally insane yet. A bit weird and annoying, but… not insane. Wanna climb together?"
She stared at me in surprise. I know I've never seen her before, but her eyes were just so… familiar. "You would… help me? It is pointless, I tell you. The spirit won't let me through. I am not worthy of the fruit."
"Do you still want the fruit?" I asked, tilting my head. "We can tell her that you don't and she might let you go. The lady didn't seem like a total jerk when I met her… granted she did just yeet me off the mountain."
"...Yeet? I'm afraid I do not understand."
"I-It's…" Oh gods. "It's a saying where I'm from. Just- Just ignore it. I speak nonsense. Um. Look. You don't want to stay here, right? I don't want to stay here either. I have a sister I gotta make sure ain't dead, some friends to get back- granted… they probably don't want anything to do with me anymore, and an evil half-demon to stop, so~!" I huffed and stood, brushing some dirt off my pale blue jeans. I walked over, holding a shaky hand out to her with a grin. "You can come with or you can stay here and go crazy! Your choice."
Her eyebrows knit together. "For what reason did you desire the Magatama fruit? Most here are… filled with greed. They want its power for themselves. I, too, was selfish and… it brought me here."
"It…" I hesitated. Memories of the villagers falling came to mind. "I… I need the fruit to break a barrier. If the barrier doesn't break then… more people are gonna die. And… I don't want to see that happen."
"That's sounds awful…" Shizuno said, bringing a hand up to her mouth. "A-Are you certain that it's not another lie someone told? You could have fallen into a trap."
"I mean, probably?" I made a face, moving my head to the side and shaking it, shrugging my shoulders. "Buuut I have no reason to distrust him, you know? I-It's weird. Like, yeah he can be pretty shady when he wants to be, but he's helped me out this far and it's because of him I can talk to Shikigami spirits and heal people. So! I think he's nice. He did mention that this would be really dangerous and I was a firm believer I wouldn't survive. Was that a lie? Nope. Here we are! In a magical space surrounded by a bunch of crazy people."
"You are…" She frowned. "...strange. You speak of dire circumstances, yet you smile so brightly. Why do you behave so casually?"
"I just do." I was still so tired. "Life just sucks. That's how it works. No use mopin' about."
Unless of course several people had died. Damn it. I can still hear their screams, the children calling out for their parents as they ran for their lives. The blood splattering onto the ground… and staining Kohaku's kusarigama.
"Anyway! You never answered my question. You comin' with me?" I stretched out my fingers and wiggled them at her, staring at her expectantly. "You know you waaaant tooooo~! Far over the misty mountains cold~ to dungeons deep and caverns old!" My voice cracked and I coughed, hacking into my sleeve. My voice really could not go low. It was so distressing. The woman gave me such a strange look, but she reached out and took my hand. I felt so lightheaded. "Oh? Yay!"
She shook her head at me, folding her hands close to her chest. "We could be trapped here in eternal suffering," Shizuno told me, "yet you sing? Why?"
"Because if we're gonna be suffering eternally," I declared, holding an index finger up wisely, "we might as well have fun with it. Sadly I don't remember all the lyrics, but! It's a good song." I approached the mountain wall, staring up and squinting my eyes as I tried to gauge how far up we would have to climb before we reached the next ledge. My hands were all scraped up. "Okay… calm down. We can do this. You up for the climb?"
"Y-Yes, I suppose… what about you?" She stared at me, frowning. "Your skin is quite pale…"
"I'll be fine." I had to be. "My… My friends are waiting for me."
If they even still thought of me as one.
"And… your sister?"
I didn't answer. I wasn't even sure she was alive. "If I don't get that Magatama fruit… more people are gonna die. I… I don't want her to be one of them." I looked back at Shizuno, forcing another closed-eye grin, ignoring the lump forming in my throat. I had to be strong- for her. She was in pain as well. Her entire village was destroyed. "So we gotta keep going. Up and at 'em!"
I cracked my knuckles and reached up, grabbing onto a root sticking out from one of the rocks. This part of the wall was covered with vines, but there was no telling if they could all hold. Shizuno followed behind me uncertainly, grabbing onto a rock and climbing. "Th-This is very dangerous!"
Well, obviously. But I was convinced that we couldn't quite… die here? I've seen so many people wandering around and not one skeleton. At least there weren't any demons nearby in this spirit realm that could eat us. I don't think I'd taste very good. Ick. My mind flashed back to the mansion and I cringed, temporarily halting in my climb. Don't freak out. I had to stay calm. This is fine.
I'm fine. Always. Always fine.
I may be slowly breaking apart, but I'm fine. It's how I am.
This is just life.
It's my fault those villagers are dead, so I have to avenge them. Don't I?
Suddenly the vines I was climbing broke and I let out a small shriek, falling back towards the ledge below. The wind around me picked up pace and suddenly my descent slowed, causing me to blink. Then once I was close enough to the ground it stopped and I hit my head, crashing hard onto my back. "O-Ow! Frick!" I cringed and curled onto my side, bringing my hands up to the back of my aching skull. It was being put through so much abuse today. "Dude, that hurt!"
"A-Are you alright!?" Shizuno called down. She was at least thirty feet above me, clinging tight to some vines. "The wind just- how on earth-!?"
"Spirits." I hissed, wincing at the bump that was definitely going to be there for a while. The wind helped enough for me not to die, but wasn't completely forgiving to leave me free of injury. "Eugh…" That seriously hurt, but at least it wasn't fatal. This proved that one of my theories were right. Kazumi would have us wander forever in insanity, but she would not have us kill ourselves. "Frick."
I stumbled, wobbling over to the wall and leaning against it for a moment until my vision cleared. The world was trying to spin on me.
"Need to… keep going." I wheezed. This air spirit guardian person was such a sadist. "Have to… save them…"
My fingers gripped weakly at the roots. I wouldn't be able to climb in this state.
"Naraku… must be… stopped…"
I'm so dizzy. My forehead pressed against the rocky mountain side, eyes closing as I waited to catch my breath. That scared the crap out of me- falling like that. I hated it. After a few long minutes I grabbed at the vines again, fingers feeling numb and tingly, and I kicked at the wall with my bare feet. Being weak is one thing, but being stubborn was another. I was determined.
"I will… defeat him…" I wheezed, reaching up and grasping tiredly at a rock jutting out. It crumbled and I had to go for one higher up, stretching my arm painfully. "Barrier… it will break…"
Naraku sent Kohaku and Kanna after me, and why? Because Anastasia wanted my soul for some god awful reason that still wasn't explained. He made them attack the villagers that were helping me, and if Kagome didn't crack the mirror and force the souls to be freed so many more would already be dead. They tried to help me and Naraku forced Kohaku to kill them because of that. He was awful.
He was more of a madman than anyone else in this place.
The air around me seemed to grow gentler, my body becoming lighter and moving a bit faster. It was almost as if it was giving me a boost, but I knew that couldn't be the case. It was so aggressive earlier. After what surely must have been an hour I reached the ledge I fell from, reuniting with Shizuno who watched as I fell onto my front, eyes closed and breath heavy. "You are not the most healthy person, are you?" She asked.
"I wonder what… gave you that idea?" I wheezed, the sarcasm dripping off my tongue. "I told you… sickly human… didn't I?"
She gave a small smile, almost amused by my weird ways. "You did. Will you be able to make it to the top? There is still quite a ways to go."
"Yeah, just… need to… rest a bit first. Is that okay… with you?"
Shizuno nodded. "Yes… we have all of eternity, after all. Time does not seem to pass in this place. I have seen many arrive here, yet… they never aged. It is rather concerning, but there is nothing we can do. I fear many years have already passed since I was first brought here."
Wait, what? Oh no. My eyes widened and I sat up, looking at her in alarm and ignoring the rapid pounding of my heart. "N-No way… no, no, no! We… We have to hurry! I-I can't-!" I can't be trapped here forever. I have to get that fruit as fast as possible. If Maria was still alive then I can't be left behind. "The mountain! W-We have to… to climb…!"
I stumbled over, dazed and desperate, grabbing at the roots and struggling to climb. Shizuno dashed over and caught me when I fell, startled when she felt the heat radiating from my body. "I-Irene! You are feverish!"
"M'fine." I mumbled. "Have to get… to Sango…"
She, Miroku, Shippō, and Kirara are all up there dealing with the air spirit alone.
"Don't wanna see 'em hurt…"
I'm so sleepy. I want to take a nap.
"Gotta beat Naraku… and his dumb barrier thing…"
"Rest first. We have time." She said softly, voice so soothing. Shizuno carefully moved me away from the wall, keeping her arms around my waist, setting me down on the ground beside her. My head fell against her chest and my eyes closed, giving in to the comfort she gave. A hug felt so nice right now… yet her body was so cold. Her fingers ran gently along my hair, fiddling with the short strands. "You are fighting so strongly right now, are you not? It must be hard…"
"S'not… just… hurts."
"Why do you want to fight this Naraku so bad?"
"He hurts… people." I told her quietly, finding myself being lulled to sleep by her gentle touch. "They… helped me a-and he… killed them."
"He did?"
I nodded, making a small noise of confirmation. "He had… Sango's younger brother… attack. H-He's controlled by him, so he can't… fight back. She's always crying when she… has to face him. I don't like it. She's so much better… when she's happy…"
"I see. So Naraku is the one to blame."
Yes. He made Kohaku hurt them. It was all that evil half-demon's fault that the villagers are dead. "Naraku… killed them…"
"If that is so… then you should be able to climb the mountain now."
"...What?" My eyes slowly opened and I blinked, turning my head to look tiredly at Shizuno.
Her features seemed to change as the wind around us blew stronger, her long black hair shifting into something shorter and more white in color. I yanked myself off of her lap, watching as her colorful kimono become a pale blue, a white cloth draped over her shoulders and wrapped around her arms. As I stumbled into an upright stance, standing and backing away slowly, her dark eyes became an icy blue, lips dark and almost purple in color. I hadn't seen her entire appearance before, but I was certain now as to why Shizuno looked so familiar.
"K-Kazumi?"
…
"Where did she go!?" Sango demanded, whirling around to try and locate where the air spirit disappeared to. They were just talking when the mist became stronger, the entire area around them being covered in fog. The demon slayer couldn't see five feet in front of her. "Miroku! Shippō!"
"Here!" The fox demon informed, about ten feet back.
"I'm over here!" The monk shouted somewhere from her left side, sweeping at the area around him with his staff. "I'd use my Wind Tunnel to suck in this mess, but I might anger the spirits further if I did and cost Irene her life! Sango, what should we do!?"
"I-I don't know!" For once the demon slayer was at a loss. There was no enemy to fight, no goddess to appease. Only a spirit set on challenging their friend to a test of truth. "I… never realized she felt so guilty for what had happened…" Sango said after a moment, looking down at the hiraikotsu in her hand, closing her eyes with a pained expression. "I was only focused on myself. Miroku, I…" She rested a hand over her face, ashamed. "I'm a terrible friend."
"No, Sango, don't blame yourself." The monk shook his head. "I, too, did not notice. I was believing us to finally be able to close the gap and become proper allies, and yet…"
"She's always blaming herself!" Shippō stated, frowning deeply. He appeared greatly bothered. "Irene has such a guilt-complex for some reason! I don't get it! She's always apologizing for every little thing, no matter how small it is! Inuyasha was always yelling at her for it!"
"I-I thought she was just shy." Sango admitted. "But… I guess there's more to it. What do you think, Miroku?"
"Anything could have caused it." He informed them, something unsettling forming in his stomach. The monk always had been unable to refuse helping a young woman in need and the one in trouble now was a friend. Yet how could they protect her if they didn't even know what was wrong? If they couldn't even reach her where she was now? Why did Irene feel the need to place the blame on herself? "I'm afraid we'll just have to ask and pray she will tell us when she returns."
"I hope so…"
…
"H-How did you-!?" I pointed at her, dumbfounded, then gestured to where the brunette used to be. "Sh-She was just- hah? Gah! Shapeshifter!"
I took several more steps back. The woman's expression became blank once more, resembling more of the air spirit I had met earlier. "She was nothing more than an illusion. I created her as a guide, just as I have done time-and-again for those who come up this mountain. A rare few have ever been able to accept their truth and continue forth up the mountain. They were always too trapped in their greed, their selfishness… and would never think twice about abandoning someone else if it meant reaching their own goal."
What is she saying? I don't understand. My head hurts so much from this; I was still so dazed.
Kazumi closed her eyes, opening them only when her purple lips tilted upwards into a smile. "You have passed my test, Irene. You have accepted that Naraku was the one to blame for the villagers deaths. The children did not die because of you. I have seen into your mind… I know what you saw. I know how you felt. With this test I was able to attune your heart and I have come to the decision that you are indeed worthy… of a Magatama fruit."
"But… I literally didn't do anything?" I don't get it. I'm too dizzy for all this. "I just climbed a mountain…"
The air spirit looked amused by this and went on to explain. "Though they scared you, you tried to approach those wandering souls and save them. When you saw the apparition I created… you tried to give her the courage to go on. Though… unorthodox in the way it was done… you remained strong for her for as long as you could. But you are only human- and one who is prone to illness cannot keep on for long." She glanced up at the mountain, icy eyes following the path up. "The wind will help you on your climb up the rest of the mountain. You need not fear falling; now that your mind is clear of guilt… the roots and rocks along the cliff will not break."
I'm still so confused, but alright. "Um, thank you…?"
"Do not thank me just yet." She warned. "If you so much as waver in your thoughts you will fall once more down to the bottom, and your soul will wander here for all eternity like the rest." Kazumi waved her arm and then she was gone, replaced by nothing but more fog.
My eyebrows raised and I shook my head incredulously, unable to believe the audacity some spirits could have. Like, seriously? Jeez. Crazy lady. She was so much nicer as Shizuno. At least she was giving me some advice… kind of. Was this all because I blamed myself for what happened with Kohaku?
That's what I'm getting from that conversation anyway. Ugh, I have such a migraine. I want to go home.
I need another hug.
I walked over and grabbed at the roots, hands shaking. They didn't feel as weak and numb as before, but they were bleeding. I had scraped them up quite badly during my climb. That strange feeling appeared again as I tried to move up the mountain, like the wind was giving me a boost. I supposed it actually was doing that, as it was helping me move a lot faster than before. I reached the next ledge in record time.
I tried not to think too much, focusing on the task at hand, determined not to fall below.
My heart wanted to waver, to believe that the children's deaths were my fault, that everyone who died should have blamed me, but… Shizuno's words stuck. They may have been protecting me, but it was by Naraku ordering Kohaku that they were killed. I had no control over the boy's actions. It was not my fault.
It was his.
The fog slowly cleared away the closer I got to the top and the people wandering around had vanished. I huffed and trembled, feet and hands scratched up and blistered, legs and arms sore. If not for the wind pushing me up- as if trying to say hurry up, stupid human like an irritable spirit- I would have collapsed long ago. I dragged myself up to the top ledge where I had been thrown off when I first met the guardian spirit Kazumi, struggling to push myself forward, and wound up clawing at the ground.
My poor fingertips were all bloody.
"I-Irene!?" I recognized that voice. I fell on the ground and rolled onto my back, wheezing and letting out a few coughs. I was so exhausted. "Oh, thank god! Miroku, Shippō, look!"
"Irene is back!"
"She passed the test!"
I could see the group dash over to me, Sango quickly kneeling by my side and helping me sit up. I began to tear up at the sight of her. Wasn't she mad at me? "Irene, you're burning up again! How badly did you stress yourself out!?" She asked, voice almost going into a sisterly scolding tone before relief crossed her face. "I'm so glad you're back…"
She surprised me by leaning down, wrapping her arms around me tightly.
"I should have paid more attention to your feelings. I'm so sorry."
"I-It's okay." I choked out, awkwardly hugging her with my arms so not to get blood on her armor. I'm such an idiot. They didn't hate me after all. "I-I'm fine. You're the one who was upset, so…"
"But so were you!" She pulled away, gripping my shoulders tightly with her hands. "All this time you've been festering hate and guilt inside of you- and for yourself no less! Ever since I've met you you've been apologizing left-and-right for things you had no control over! Irene, it's okay to be selfish! Not everything is your fault!"
I couldn't speak, too stunned by what was happening. This day was so dizzying. "I-I just… want to help." I finally got out, stuttering on my words. Her eyes were so intense; it felt like they were boring into my soul. "I-I can't do anything useful, so…"
"What do you mean by that?" Miroku demanded, stepping up. Kazumi was still nowhere in sight. "You've helped us countless times; we've told you before. Just who told you that you were useless? That made you believe you could guilt yourself for everything?"
"Uh…" That was tough one. "Several… people? My cousin and her mom…?" There were so many factors all setting back to the first fourteen years of my life. "My dad… My dad said if… I'm too emotional I won't be of any use to anyone, so…"
He often got on me for crying over television shows or books. Mine and Maria's father favored logic and intelligence over anything emotional, so he always lectured me whenever he saw me tearing up or bawling over a character death in a manga or anime. He didn't understand how he could have a child so different from him. The only thing he could relate with was that we shared similar illnesses.
"I'd get walked on and used…?"
I remember locking the door and crying in the bathroom after he said that. Whenever I was upset I would wait until dark when everyone was sleeping and hide in there, unleashing the emotions I kept pent up. Here in the Feudal Era it was lot more difficult trying not to cry, life-and-death being thrown at me from every corner. There was too much for me to deal with at once.
"I dunno, it just…"
I was always yelled at when I was little. No one wanted anything to do with me and my cousin was pretty messed up herself; she always caused trouble and mischief, and since Mom was never home she would get me in trouble by making it seem like I did it. Her mother would backhand me and shout, and if I ever tried to speak up I would just get smacked again. My older siblings were dealing with a lot of stuff growing up, losing several friends and family members to accidents or suicide, and for ten long years Maria hated my very existence.
But now my cousin and her mother was gone, me and my siblings were all close, and I could finally be myself.
Yet apparently myself was a bad thing due to my emotions. What did people want from me? I was honest the majority of the time and I always did what was ordered more often than not. I avoided arguments and confrontations- though in a world full of demons that was a little difficult- and I always apologized. Was that not enough?
"I just… don't want to make anyone mad…"
"That's it?" Shippō said, walking up and looking at me with big green eyes. "We could never be mad at you, Irene!"
You might not be able to, Shippō, but everyone else can. Inuyasha always was. Kagome seemed like she wanted to get mad sometimes, but I think she holds herself back out of worry for my health. She knows I upset easily.
"Your father sounds like a jerk!" He continued, frowning. "I don't like him."
"It's just… how he is. A-Anyway, can we not talk about this?" I was starting to grow very uncomfortable and did not want to recall my childhood anymore. "I-I, um, I need to… to grab a fruit. She said… Kazumi said…"
"Y-Yes, that's right. Kirara!" Sango called, the cat demon dashing over. Her red eyes glanced at me and the cat demon let out a happy roar, reaching down and nuzzling my face. I couldn't fight the smile that grew from the show of affection, my hands reaching up so I could run my knuckles lightly across her fur. I didn't want to get my bloody fingers on her pretty coat. "She was worried, too."
"I-I can tell. Aww…" I've really been stressing her out, haven't I? "I'm sorry, Kirara…"
I'm such a selfish human. I know she worries as well, but I still go and get myself hurt. It was such a jerk move I pulled in the lake back then. Struggling to stand, legs threatening to give out from all the exercise, I climbed onto the cat demon's back and let out a small sigh. It felt so nice to sit down. Sango stayed beside us as we started to move up the mountain again, heading further down the path. Shippō clung to Miroku's kimono as he walked behind us, and we only stopped when we saw a tree glimmering with an ethereal light.
It was such a small tree, barely reaching up to my elbows, and the fruit it bore were so tiny they could fit in the palm of my hands. They looked like the size of grapes and, upon closer inspection, greatly resembled the beads around Inuyasha's neck. The shape was nearly identical. Kirara knelt down as we moved closer so I could reach out a take a fruit. "It's so pretty…"
"It's as if the light is coming from the tree itself." Sango observed, staring at the Magatama Tree curiously. Miroku moved closer, watching the lights flicker in the air like fireflies. "I've never seen such a beautiful tree before."
"A mysterious power is emanating from it." Miroku commented. "I wonder… does this tree truly have the ability to break Naraku's barrier?"
"Only one way to find out." I said as I reached out from atop Kirara, hesitantly touching a fruit. "S-Sorry. I, uh, will try and use the fruit properly. Thank you!" Who was I apologizing to? I honestly wasn't sure. It felt like the tree itself was alive, bursting with life. I plucked off a tiny Magatama fruit and held it in my hand, staring down at it. Something so small… could it really be that powerful? "I can't believe I actually survived this…"
"Irene, I have to ask." Miroku turned, looking down at me. I tensed, suddenly very anxious upon hearing the tone of his voice. "Why didn't you inform us of your thoughts before? We are friends, aren't we?"
"I…" Did I have to answer that? I looked down at the fruit in my palm, scared that it might just disappear. "I didn't… I didn't want you guys to hate me."
"Hate you?" Sango repeated, stunned. "Irene, we could never hate you. It isn't as though you were the one who killed the villagers. Naraku was the one who..."
She couldn't finish. The thought and knowledge that it was her younger brother that acted out on the half-demon's orders left her cold. The demon slayer stepped forward, resting her hands gently on my shoulders. Her voice was soft when she spoke.
"It was Naraku who killed them. He was the one that sent them to the village. You are not the one at fault. You even tried to stop Kohaku from attacking them." She stepped forward, sliding her arms around my neck and pulling me into an embrace. "And for that… thank you. For trying to stop him. I'm so sorry."
"You need to put those stupid thoughts out of your head!" Shippō demanded, placing his hands on his hips. "Friends don't hate friends! Although Inuyasha can be an exception with how much of a stupid head he acts sometimes!"
"Yes." Miroku said, frowning at me. "Unless you suddenly turn evil and start working for Naraku," He smiled, "I doubt we could ever hate you."
Frick. I leaned into Sango's hug and bit my lip, trying really hard not to cry. "You guys… I never imagined I'd be on the receiving end of a friendship speech."
"Oh?" Sango pulled away, staring at me curiously. "Why's that?"
I grinned weakly. "Because normally I'm the one giving them."
After that we began to make our way down the mountain, Shippō transforming and carrying Miroku down while Sango sat on Kirara with me. We headed to the village and I napped on Hachi's transformed back, the demon slayer letting me use her lap for a pillow. I remember hearing everyone talk excitedly about how they would be able to take on Naraku now if this actually worked, and that the others were going to be quite surprised.
I fell asleep during that. When I awoke we were back at Kaede's village and Sango was shaking me awake. We found Kakuju by the Bone-Eater's Well, the old man muttering to himself about it gave off a strange, unnatural energy. He turned when he heard our footsteps. It was almost night. We had doubled back to the village as fast as Hachi would allow. "Oh? That was fast. Did you get the fruit?"
"Uh, y-yeah…" I stammered, stepping forward awkwardly and placing it into his palm. "Somehow."
"I thought she was gonna die." Shippō admitted. "The spirit just threw her off the mountain! We didn't know what to do. But then Irene came crawling back up! It was incredible."
Kakuju smiled at that. "You really are something, Irene… I told you that you were special. The spirit of the air allowed you to have a fruit from the tree. You should have believed in yourself all along."
"That's what I keep telling her!" Miroku exclaimed, shaking his head exasperatedly. "But she won't listen."
"Hey!" I looked at him indignantly. "At least I got it."
"It was a wonder why the spirit changed her mind." Sango said, bringing a hand to her chin. "She seemed so intent on not letting you get it."
"Whatever the reason," Kakuju said, "she saw into your heart and deemed you fit of a fruit. Now, come close to me; we must harness the spiritual energy from the Magatama fruit. Understand? Close your eyes- feel the energy. Reach deep inside yourself… and focus."
Knowing that it worked last time I did as I was told. Taking the hand that held the Magatama fruit, I slid my eyes shut and listened to the nature around us. The wind rustling through the trees, reaching deep into the well and creating a whistling noise. It was almost haunting, but somehow… it comforted me. The gusts of wind seemed to grow stronger the more I focused and I found myself laying on a field of grass, staring up at the blue sky above me.
It felt so familiar, but why was that? This overflowing blue sky was beautiful.
The eagle flying above me… beating its wings and unleashing a powerful wave of light… was even more gorgeous. Whenever the sky dared to darken it would flap its wings and the storm clouds would be pushed back, keeping the land at peace. Suddenly the creature's eyes met mine and I jumped, and when I awakened to the real world once more I saw a green flame fading from my hands. Kakuju was chuckling at my startled reaction, amused by my behavior.
"There…" He said, pulling his hand away. The Magatama fruit rested in my palm. "Do you think you understand it now? With this you should have the power to break the barrier…"
"If there's no barrier we can attack Naraku!" Shippō exclaimed, looking excited. "We'll actually stand a chance now!"
Kakuju's lips tilted downwards, the older man appearing quite worried. "For your foe to be so powerful… please, be careful. He is more dangerous than any spirit."
"We know this well." Miroku told him gravely. "But now… thanks to you and Irene… we have a fighting chance. All we must do now is wait for Inuyasha and Kagome's return."
"Y-Yeah…" I looked at Kakuju awkwardly for a moment, before stepping forward and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. The old man tensed, having not expected that, before slowly relaxing into the embrace and patting my back. I pulled away, stepping back and rubbing my left arm anxiously. "Th-Thank you… again."
"Anytime. I'm glad to help." He smiled.
"Oh, that's right!" Sango smacked her fist onto her free palm, realization dawning on her. "We need to grab some of Kagome's medicine! There should be enough left to tend to Irene's cuts."
"What?" I looked down at my hands and feet. They were… a little bloody and scraped up, but it wasn't too bad. I've had worse. "It's fine… I think."
"Absolutely not." Sango declared, marching over. She knelt down and I yelped when she suddenly hoisted me up, carrying me in her arms. "You climbed that mountain all by yourself! Your stitches probably opened again! I mean, they should be completely healed by now… but we never cut them out yet. Your chin's all scraped up too, poor thing."
"I-I'm not a child, you know." I felt like she was babying me. It was embarrassing being carried like this. "You don't have to carry me."
"Maybe not," She said as she started to march back to the village, Miroku and Shippō watching with astonished eyes, "but you're still very accident prone. Besides, you're exhausted! You passed out the second Hachi took off from Mount Huoh. You need some rest. I'll take care of your injuries, so don't work too hard. We don't have anything to do until the others return, after all."
"...Yes, mother…"
"M-Mother?" Sango said, eyes wide. "I-you know what? I'm not going to respond to that. The hut is this way."
I giggled a little at that and smiled at Sango, feeling very relieved and happy that she cared so much. "Thank you, Sango."
Still a bit flustered, it took a moment for her to smile back at me. "I'm just doing what a friend would do. No need to thank me. We're a team, remember?"
Yeah. We are.
…
The next morning Kagome showed up. She didn't bring any fresh clothes with her, but she did bring feminine products and- low and behold- food! She made bentos again and this time she brought chips of all kind, candy, ramen, and other junk food. I didn't really touch any of the really unhealthy stuff, not caring much for sweets or junk, and mostly just ate the bentos and the chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream Kagome gave me. My absolute favorite thing was the chicken she brought; she made several different kinds, all the types I had mentioned through my stay here. Mustardy fried, cheesy ranch, alfredo… god damn.
This girl was spoiling me to gain affection and she knew it. It was her master plan. And to be honest… it was working.
She was completely ecstatic to hear about our accomplishments from the earlier day and lamented on Inuyasha not being here, before pushing the thought of him out of her mind and showing us all that she brought for us to eat. Shippō had instantly went for the sweets, while Miroku and Sango dove for the chips and ramen. I aimed for the bentos, chewing and savoring the taste, all the while eating quickly and declaring my undying love for Kagome and her cooking.
"Oh, you~!" She waved a hand at me, pressing the other to her cheek, basking in the praise. "Such a flatterer! I'm blushing!"
"Is it flattering if it's true?" I asked, before taking a bite of some buttered noodles. "God freaking dang, girl… I'm in heaven."
"Ninja food is always so delicious!" Miroku said, slurping at some ramen. "It's incredible!"
Sango stuck some chocolate in her mouth, eyes closing as she let out a happy noise. "Mmmm. There's nothing that even competes with this flavor!"
Suddenly a voice could be heard shouting, a familiar silver-haired half-demon pushing the door aside. "Dry your tears everyone," Inuyasha exclaimed with a grin, "because I'm back!" He blinked, staring at the sight in surprise, before dashing over with greedy eyes and a big smile. "Where's mine!?"
Shippō looked up at him, frowning. "You weren't here, so I ate it."
"You what!?" He growled, glaring at the fox demon. The group felt more alive the instant he walked in and I found myself grinning at the sight, surprisingly happy to see Inuyasha. I watched as he knelt down and tried to yank Shippō's bowl of ramen from him. "Give 'em back, you little creep!"
"No way, it's mine!"
"Give it!"
"Inuyasha, stop it! My ninja food!"
"I want my part of it!"
Kagome took a deep breath and I flinched, already knowing what was coming. "Sit, boy!" Shippō quickly moved out of the way as Inuyasha face-planted hard into the floor. The middle schooler turned her head away, huffing. "Figures. Trust you to turn this into a brawl. You snooze, you lose!"
He pulled his face out of the ground and glared, almost offended. "Weren't you all worried!? I was gone for a whole day!"
"I guess I could share my soup with you…" Shippō said, narrowing his eyes at him. "Not that you deserve it."
"How charitable of you." Inuyasha grunted.
I reached out behind me and grabbed my bowl of instant ramen, holding it out to the half-demon as he begrudgingly sat up. He stared at me, ear twitching. "Want it? I don't really like ramen, so…"
He scrunched his nose up for a moment, staring at the band-aids wrapped around my fingers, before reaching out and taking the bowl from me. "...Thanks. I'm glad someone cares around here. Jeez."
"We care." Sango said, grinning at him. "We just knew you weren't in any trouble. In fact- we have some news for you."
The half-demon blinked, grabbing a pair of chopsticks. "What's that?" He brought the noodles up to his lips, not bothering to blow on them as he quickly and greedily devoured them. "Did thomethin' haffen whilf I wath away?"
"I have no idea what you said," Miroku commented, frowning, "but… Irene learned how to break Naraku's barrier while you were gone."
Inuyasha choked on his food. He whirled around, staring at me with big eyes. "Whaaaat!? You!?"
"Y… Yeah…"
"Damn it! I can't believe you beat me to it." He turned away, huffing. "Still… it's a good thing. We can get to Naraku if you're able to destroy his barrier."
"Wait," Kagome was surprised, "you mean there wasn't a way for tetsusaiga to break the barrier?"
"No." The half-demon scowled, grumpily eating his ramen. "All Totosai did was make me run a bath for him. And when I did manage to break a barrier for some kid and his tribe, it was just because the demon was weak. It was a waste of time."
"Then…" Sango began, trailing off uncertainly. She glanced at Miroku, the monk nodding at her.
"We need to make way to the castle once we've finished preparing."
And so we did.
Notes:
Did a little twist with the spirit. In the game you just battle it, but that's kinda overdone sooo~ here's this. Character growth. Opinions? Thoughts on the friendships? It's still gonna be a bit until the castle, but if you remember the anime episodes you should know who to expect next chapter. :D
Chapter 16: A Half-Demon's Life
Chapter Text
The castle was far from the village. We debated taking Hachi to fly over Mount Huoh to get back there faster, but then decided it was far too risky after our previous dealings with the air spirit Kazumi. She was a force of nature and I was not keen in getting trapped in eternal wandering again. So we walked and battled demons, and Kagome taught the others how to play games using cards.
Several times she had to explain that they were not Karuta cards, whatever those were, and were actually called playing cards. "You should show them how to play Slap Jack." I grinned, watching as she shuffled the deck. She dealt the cards out for her and Miroku to play. "They won't know what hit them."
She shook her head at me with a smile. "Why don't you play next? You can teach them how to."
"Wait, really?" She would let me? My grin broadened excitedly. "Heck yeah! Prepare yourselves, guys! You're gonna be shook!"
Inuyasha rolled his eyes at that. "As if."
This was how the night went. After ten minutes of game play Kagome was currently beating Miroku, and all that was left was for her to choose one out of two cards that he was holding. It was a rather intense, hilarious match. I always thought I was the ridiculous one, but Miroku was going to a whole new level of theatrics.
"No!" He dramatically warned the middle schooler, trying to make her second guess herself. "Be careful, Kagome!"
"Ooh…" She hesitated, hand hovering above the cards. Unbeknownst to her the monk held an eight of hearts and a joker in his hands. She eventually chose the one on the right and peered at it nervously, eyes widening happily when she saw the eight. Kagome quickly threw it down with her eight of spades, cheering. "Yay! I did it; I won! Haha!"
Miroku heaved a sigh, looking distraught as he stared his joker card. "Wrong one…"
"You're good at this, Kagome!" Shippō exclaimed, watching as she waved her hands excitedly in the air. I grinned, clapping my hands as I applauded her. Sango chuckled, shaking her head at the monk and his upset face.
"I can't believe you, Miroku."
"Me next, me next!" I said, scooting closer to Kagome and starting to pick the cards up. "I challenge Sango!"
"Oh, I dunno…" She was uncertain, staring at the cards nervously. "These western karuta cards are something else."
"It's just a game, Sango." Kagome reassured. "Come on, try it! It'll be fun!"
"I guess…" She moved forward, watching as I awkwardly shuffled them. "You're not very good at this, are you?"
"It's been a while, okay?" I defended, concentrating on making sure none of the cards slipped out. "I hadn't played cards since I was Kagome's age and that was when I visited my grandparents. It's been a while."
"Oh, yeah!" Kagome raised a hand to her face. "I keep forgetting you're older than me! You look so young."
I clicked my tongue and flashed a grin, attempting a wink. "Why, thank you. It's the stress."
She snorted at that. From the other side of the campfire, Inuyasha rolled his eyes. The half-demon was laying on his side, head resting against his palm, arm propped up against the ground. "Can't you play a little more quietly!?"
I paused for a moment before dealing out the cards, counting how many I was handing off to Sango and myself. I wanted to make sure it stayed even.
Kagome made a face at the silver-haired teen and scowled. "Oh, quit your whining and join us!"
"Not on your life."
Wow, okay. Shippō frowned at Inuyasha, not understand why he had such an attitude these past few days. "What's he so angry about?"
"He's in a bad mood." Sango explained, carefully picking up her deck. She was about to look at her cards before I told her not to, that it would be cheating, and we were supposed to throw our top card down at the same time. "Okay, hold on. So if there's a card with a… a jack… we smack our hands down on it?"
I nodded. "Yup. He's the one with the curly looking symbol- J. It's a letter where I'm from. Part of my alphabet."
"I see. Okay. Hmm. And the one whose hand gets it first obtains the entire pile of cards?"
"Yup! And since I forgot to take out the jokers we're just gonna leave 'em in there. Okie dokie?"
"I think I get it…"
"This will be interesting." Miroku mused, leaning forward with a grin. He then glanced up, seeing the way Inuyasha was still grimacing in silence. "You realize moping and feeling sorry for yourself isn't going to make tetsusaiga any stronger, right? You were so happy the other day when you found out Irene had the power to break the barrier; why are you so jealous now?"
"I am not jealous!" The half-demon said up, glaring at the monk. "You're wrong again! Just butt out and mind your own business, alright!?"
I looked up at them nervously, wondering if maybe we shouldn't have gone to the mountain after all. Inuyasha was so happy to finally have a way to get past the barrier, but now he won't stop grouching about how I "beat him to the punch" and that "his training was a total waste". He really wanted to be the one to throw Naraku for a loop, but my going to the mountain and obtaining the Magatama fruit really messed with his plans. Lowering my head, I picked up a card and set it on the ground next to Sango's.
"I'm sorry…"
Inuyasha slammed his hand down on the ground and I flinched when he shouted. "The hell are you apologizing for!? I told you stop that, damn it!"
"S-Sorry! I-uh, sor- ah… um." I clamped my mouth shut, cringing. "I-I don't… know what else to say."
"Then don't say anything! I don't need your stupid pity."
"B-But I'm not-"
"I said shut it!"
I stopped talking after that, shoulders slumped over and eyes focused on the cards. I was so distracted I forgot to smack my hand down on the pile when I set down a jack, Sango winning and taking the pile. I mentally berated myself for being such an idiot. I thought I was getting to understand the half-demon better, but we really just had trouble getting along.
"Hey!" Miroku frowned. "You don't have to yell at her, Inuyasha. She just feels bad because you're behaving like this. Be glad that we have a way through the barrier. This was a blessing."
"Hmph." Inuyasha scoffed, turning away. "Behaving like what? I'm not doin' anything different. It's not like I care that she got a new power and I didn't."
"Sure you don't." Shippō dryly commented, making a face. He clearly didn't believe a word Inuyasha said, and neither did anyone else. They all glanced at him unimpressed, the half-demon tensing upon feeling the others' gazes on him. Sango, Miroku, Kagome, and even Shippō were staring at him with reprimanding looks. "Envy is not a good color for you."
He whirled around, standing and raising his fist in the air. "You wanna fight, Shippō!?"
"There's no need for violence!" A voice suddenly exclaimed, nasally and clearly belonging to someone much older. Inuyasha stopped what he was doing, blinking in surprise. "I'll take things from here!"
The half-demon raised a hand up and smacked his neck, catching the flea that fell from his flesh. "Myoga? It's about time you showed back up."
Myoga's face scrunched together in anger. "How about I first inform you about how troubling it was trying to find you!? You kept moving all over the place! It was a nightmare, I'll have you know! I came all this way just to tell you about how to break Naraku's barrier!"
"Didn't you hear?" Inuyasha snapped back. "Irene's already learned how."
The flea demon blinked, taken aback. He glanced back at me. "I… what? Is this true?"
Sango spoke for me. "Yes. We went to Mount Huoh and obtained a Magatama fruit. With that, Kakuju was able to teach Irene how to use the Shikigami to break Naraku's barrier. She hasn't actually attempted to use the power yet, seeing as there weren't any barriers to practice on, but she has the ability."
"But..." The flea was startled. I awkwardly shifted when everyone turned their attention to me again. "That's a sacred mountain near Rindoh Village, guarded by an ancient spirit! However did you do that?"
"I-It, um… wasn't easy. There was a spirit world and everything."
"You'll have to give me all the details later." He said, leaning forward and squinting his eyes. Myoga then moved his attention back to Inuyasha. "I was going to tell you how make tetsusaiga stronger, but I guess it's unnecessary now… I suppose I'll just go back to Totosai. Farewell, Lord Inuyasha-!"
Before the flea could escape Inuyasha caught him in his hand, eyes alight with a fire. The half-demon looked ready to send the flea demon flying across the forest. "Spit it out! Tell me and you can suck as much of Kagome's blood as you want!"
The middle schooler gasped. "I'm not a blood bank, you know!"
"Wait, what? So you… do want to know?" Myoga stared up at him from his spot between Inuyasha's fingers, barely surviving getting crushed. When he spoke again it was with a sense of urgency. "In that case you must go immediately to the cave of the demon bats! It is located near a village on the western shore, protected by an impenetrable barrier. No one is able to destroy them because of this!"
Oh. That's… not very nice. I looked down at my hands, wondering if the power I obtained from the fruit would be strong enough to break it. I wasn't really certain I wanted to find out. Inuyasha made a face and turned his head, muttering under his breath, "I bet Irene can…"
"Stop that!" Myoga stomped one of his feet down on the half-demon's palm. "This is about you, Lord Inuyasha! Not her! Now listen closely; the guarding of the barrier has been passed down from generation to generation. The current guardian demon… must be slain." Everyone remained quiet as he relayed the information, the card game coming to a complete halt. Myoga continued, "In other words… you must kill the demon protecting the barrier… and let tetsusaiga drink its blood."
Oh gods. That sounded disturbing. I have this horrible image in my head, back to when we battled Dokumoryu and they were completely covered in his guts. If Inuyasha's sword tried to drain the incarnation's blood… eugh. I don't want to think about it.
Miroku crossed his arms, focusing on the flea demon's words. "By defeating such a powerful foe the sword will absorb the demon bat's power."
"That would make the sword much stronger." Sango said, stunned. "We already have a way to break the barrier, but if making his sword more powerful would give us an even better chance against Naraku…"
"Yes." Myoga nodded his head, leaping over from Inuyasha's palm to Kagome's shoulder. He crawled up to her neck, readying to bite down and start drinking her own blood. "Exactly. Now then, Kagome- about our little deal?"
She smacked him.
Inuyasha looked absolutely ecstatic as he jumped up, bringing a fist up into the air. The sound of his voice startled Hachi awake. "Alright; what are we waiting for!? I'm in if that's all it takes to make my sword stronger! I'll kill a thousand of them if I have to!" He gripped his sword handle, grinning into the distance.
Did he… Did he really feel that inferior because I had a way to break the barrier and he didn't? I know I have my own self-confidence issues that still needed to be worked on, but… wow. Okay. I don't know how to feel about this. At least he was acting a lot happier now.
Packing up camp took a few minutes, but after having Hachi transform we stuck Kagome's bike and backpacks onto his tail, and we climbed up afterwards. The group spent most of the night sleeping and storing energy, but poor Hachi had to pull an all-nighter in order to get us there by the next morning. The raccoon dog demon was completely exhausted. When we arrived we found ourselves on the shore, walking along a beach.
The air was really fresh here- almost like we were back at the bottom of Mount Huoh again. But up ahead… some villagers were attacking a young woman. Several men wielding spears and hoes, and… oh gods. I grabbed onto Sango's sleeve, watching in horror, several memories rushing through my mind.
It was just like back then… when I first awoke and met the people from Akebi Village. The situation was vastly different, but it looked so similar.
"You promised our village wouldn't be attacked if you gave them your daughter!" One of the men growled, stepping forward and kicking her hard in her side. "Well!? More villagers have been killed!"
"You said it wouldn't happen!"
The woman grit her teeth together to avoid crying out, her brown eyes alight with pain. Several bruises and cuts covered her body, blood dripping from her chin. Her dark hair was completely ripped out of the white ribbon that was used to hold it back, and I felt my body turn cold when one of the men reached over and tangled their fingers into the black strands, harshly yanking her up onto her knees. "Fucking bitch-! Why do they keep attacking!?"
This isn't stopping; why aren't they stopping? No, no, no! Sango and Inuyasha moved towards the villagers, intent on bringing this violent behavior to an end, and once my pillar of support was gone I found myself stumbling towards the beaten woman, tears in my eyes and heart trapped in my throat.
"Are you in league with the demon bats!?"
I had seen this so many times before. In Akebi Village… and in Kasasagi Town.
"She deserves no mercy from us…" The man raised his spear, ready to end her life. "Men! Destroy her! End this wretch's life!"
My knees hit the sand and I slid towards the woman, covering her body with my own recklessly just as there was a flash of red and pink. Sango sent several men falling back, knocking them down with a kick or expert shove, planting her foot in one of the villager's back. Inuyasha, on the hand, managed to split the leader's spear in half- causing him to lose balance and tumble- and the others came to a startled halt. The woman slowly opened her eyes, realizing she wasn't in anymore trouble, and glanced at me.
"Wh… Who are you?" She looked stunned. Though shaking, I managed to pull myself off of her, keeping a hand on her shoulder. "You're not from here…"
"A-Are you okay? How… How injured are-"
"Miss, are you alright!?" Kagome caught up, carrying her medical kit and cutting me off mid-sentence. I hadn't realized it at the moment, but Miroku moved at the exact same time I did and was on the other side of the woman, helping her sit up. "I have some medicine; it will help with your wounds! Where does it hurt?"
Inuyasha glanced back at us, observing the injured woman, before turning his attention to those who had committed the cruel acts towards her. Sango and Inuyasha released the ones they were still pinning down, allowing them to scramble back and/or stand.
"Wh-Who are you!?" The one still on the ground demanded, seeming quite terrified of Inuyasha's unusual appearance. He seemed especially bothered by his amber eyes and dog ears. "What are you doing!?"
"I heard you mention the demon bats." He responded coldly, narrowing his eyes. "How about you show me where their cave is?"
"How the hell should we know!?" The man growled. Miroku glared at him and his companions, utterly appalled by their behavior. The villager pointed at the injured woman. "Ask her where the fucking cave is; she'd know better than any of us!"
The woman glanced away, eyes glaring into the sand beneath her. I looked at her in confusion, wondering why they would say such a thing. Surely she was a nicer person than they were painting her out to be? I don't trust people like them. They're terrible jerks.
"You should be ashamed!" Miroku told them, frowning deeply. "How can you call yourselves men- daring to attack and insult a defenseless woman like this!?"
"How can you call that wench human!? She's a traitor to her kind!"
"What do you mean?" Sango demanded. The leader huffed and turned his nose away from us, disgusted by us protecting the stranger and clearly having acquainted ourselves with a half-demon and several other demons. He seemed most disturbed by Inuyasha. "Explain yourselves!"
"You want to know?" He hissed. "That bitch bedded with one of the bat demons and bore him a child! She's a monster!"
Are they seriously… hating on her because she fell in love with a demon?
I still didn't understand the whole thing with demon and human relationships, and how they can have children together when their biology should be completely different, but that was no reason to abuse her. Shippō and Myoga and Hachi were all demons, but they weren't cruel. Inuyasha was the very result of a human and demon falling love, not that I know that whole story, but… he was still a person. "How…" My eyebrows knit together and everyone looked at me. "How does that make her a monster?"
The woman's eyes widened. "You…"
"If you can't help us," Inuyasha began, breaking the silence that took place, "then shut up and go home! You really wanna fight us to get to her?"
"Damn…" One of the men grunted, glaring at Sango and backing away. The other villagers glanced at Inuyasha, the other demons with him, and then the huge weapon on the demon slayer's back. Deciding that they valued life more than self-serving justice, they reluctantly turned away and went back to their huts to work. "Fucking hell…"
"Half-demon brat showin' up outta nowhere…"
"Foreigner with 'em, too. What's going on? It's been years since we last saw one…"
Ick. I tried not to focus on them, forcing my paranoia and anxiety down to a deep abyss inside my heart, and I tried to get a better look at the woman to assess her injuries. "You're not… dizzy or anything, r-right? No headache?"
Kagome was already opening her medicine kit. "Here, I have some ointments to help with those cuts… it might sting a little, but it'll fight infection. I promise."
"Who… are you people?" The woman asked, watching as we began to fuss over her. She seemed especially confused by me. "You are… not from Japan, are you?"
I shook my head. "No… What's your name?"
It was soon revealed that the young woman went by Shizu. After Kagome tended to the worst of her injuries we made way for the stranger's hut located outside the village where she would reveal what happened. She seemed rather quiet and reserved, though I had a feeling that was mostly because of the way the other villagers treated her. We all sat down in a circle around the fireplace in her hut, Kagome keeping her medicine kit with her in case the woman began to show any serious symptoms that might require emergency treatment.
She sat on her right and I sat on her left. Miroku was between me and Sango, Hachi napped in the corner, and on the other side of the fireplace Inuyasha was sitting between Kagome and Shippō. The woman looked at us, a solemn expression on her face, and she asked, "Why do you want to know the location of the demon bat cave?"
"Why else?" Inuyasha remarked. "I'm gonna destroy them."
Shizu widened her eyes at that, alarmed, and seeing this Miroku quickly rose a hand in the air. "Why don't you hold on a minute, Inuyasha? There are some things we should ask first." He looked at her, the woman appearing slightly grateful that he had paused Inuyasha on his rampage. "They said you gave your child to the demon bats… what exactly did they mean by that? Was she truly a half-demon?"
The woman hesitated before nodding. Shizu began to explain, folding her calloused hands together in her lap. "For generations this land has been a home and hunting ground for the demon bat tribe. They prey on both humans and animals, feeding on their blood. But… Tsukuyomaru was different." Her expression softened, something gentle in those tired brown eyes of hers. "My daughter's father didn't behave like the others. He refused to kill humans and fed only on the blood of animals, and after Shiori was born the other bats stopped attacking our village. I… I assumed he convinced them to do so."
I stared at her, listening to her story with great intrigue and sorrow. I had a bad feeling this story wasn't going to end happily. Shizu met a demon who was kinder than most and, as to be expected, she fell in love with him. The villagers couldn't accept that and treated her poorly, and… what? To appease them she gave away her daughter?
"As a result our village was at peace."
Oh, I did not like that phrasing. Miroku didn't either, narrowing his eyes. "Was at peace? Why past tense?"
Shizu closed her eyes. "Tsukuyomaru… passed away... and then there was no one to stop them. They came out of nowhere and attacked the village, killing several of our people. Soon after, Shiori's grandfather, Taigokumaru, visited me and promised to leave our village alone if… if I gave him my daughter."
"What?" Did she really believe him? If it took the dad to create peace, why on earth did she believe the grandfather would follow through with it? "Why? What does he need her for?"
The woman glanced at me. Though emotional from speaking about her late husband and her daughter, she tried to speak with a steady tone. "He and Tsukuyomaru were guardians of the barrier protecting the bat demon tribe and their cave… it's a duty passed down from each generation. As the daughter of Tsukuyomaru, Shiori had inherited his powers and would be the next guardian."
"Oookay, that is not good." I bit my bottom lip, fiddling with the sleeves of my sweater. "So… she's the new bat demon guardian then?"
"Yes."
Yup, yup. Not good. Oh gods. My eyes flicked over to see how Inuyasha was handling this information and, as suspected, it was not going over well with him. The half-demon looked shaken by this news.
"Why did it have to be your daughter?" Sango inquired, leaning closer with a frown on her face. She understood how bad this was as well. Everyone did. "If her grandfather already had the power… why couldn't he just do it?"
Shizu sighed. "Their power wanes with age. As they grow older it becomes more difficult to create the barrier, but once the guardian passes on his duty… he loses the power."
"So," I tried to wrap my head around this, "it's a bloodline thing? And once the demon has a successor… that's it? They're in retirement?"
"Exactly."
"In other words," Miroku began, eyebrows furrowing, "you're saying your daughter is the only one left to protect the barrier?"
The woman looked away, but her eyes were filled with so many emotions I couldn't tell exactly what she was feeling. She looked almost… ashamed, like she was feeling guilty for forcing this responsibility upon Shiori. I really didn't know much about the life of demons and humans, but I understood enough to realize that half-demons didn't have it easy. Inuyasha seemed to be an exception, but Kagome did say he had a hard life when he was younger. It made me wonder if the only reason he was able to be so carefree now was because of the people he now surrounded himself with.
"Have you ever gone to see her?" I asked quietly, looking at her with sad eyes. Shizu wasn't able to meet my gaze.
"Every time I tried… her grandfather had me leave. It was impossible trying to get near. I had agonized over what I should do, but…" She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, hands shaking. "...in the end I gave my girl to Taigokumaru."
"How the hell could a half-demon child have such powers?" Inuyasha demanded, hands in his sleeves, his arms crossed over his chest. "It doesn't make sense."
Shizu observed him for a moment, taking in his appearance. With his long silver hair and white dog ears, he clearly wasn't a full fledged demon. Though I questioned what a full fledged dog demon was supposed to look like. Actually, didn't Inuyasha have a half-brother or something like that? I think one of them said he was full demon. Ugh, what was his name again? It was a really fancy name, but I can't remember what it was. He was supposedly a really bad person.
"I see you are also half-demon." She said. Shizu was trying very hard to keep emotion out of her voice, but it kept leaking back in. "Then you should know better than anyone else that half-demons are accepted by neither their human or demon brethren. They're considered inferior to them, regardless of who they are and what they've done."
Kagome nodded fervently, lacing her fingers together. I went silent upon hearing that, not knowing until now the sheer depth of the hatred people had for half-demons. I… I knew there were people out in the world that were racist, who hated mixed heritage and those who weren't the same as them, but… they were all people. It wasn't until coming here to Feudal Japan that I was actually able to witness it and see how truly horrible it is.
Seeing and hearing about it first-hand is a lot different from simply reading about it in history books. I had friends back home who were from another country, not to mention my step-mother. I might come from an extremely white bloodline, but that didn't mean I hated people who weren't. Hating someone, abusing them, simply because they were the child of a demon and human… was no different from what went on back in my time.
"That's so stupid."
Shizu blinked and Inuyasha snapped out of his thoughts, everyone looking at me. I made a face, nose scrunching up. It was uncomfortable being looked at and I hated myself and the lack of a filter I had, but I spoke up and had to keep going.
"Half-demons are still people. I mean, sure we tend to murder demons more often than not because they're trying to kill us and all that fun jazz, but not all of them are jerks." I tilted my head, pausing as I tried to think how to phrase my next few words. It was nice being able to think and breathe at the same time. "I-I mean, yeah, they're pretty terrifying sometimes, but… like… I mean… we humans are pretty awful ourselves, you know? All throughout history we abuse and mistreat others. Hating on half-demons is no different from hating on someone that's like, half-white and half-black. It just makes you a jerk."
"Are things different where you're from?" Shizu asked curiously, surprised by my sudden speech. "How are half-demons treated there?"
"Uh…"
Kagome spoke, waving a hand nervously in the air. "I-Irene's from pretty far away; she lives in a land without demons. She's just learning about them, so…"
"I see. I've never heard of such a place, but… " Shizu lowered her head. "That explains a lot about what you said earlier."
I blinked. "What I… said? Like, the speech just now or something else? Because I already forgot half of what I rambled."
She shook head. "Back on the beach when the villagers were… cursing me for marrying a demon- you asked how having a child with him made me a monster. For a while I believed you yourself were with a demon, but… now I see that it's not the case."
"Irene with a demon?" Sango blinked. "That would be a sight."
Kagome brought a finger to her chin, thinking deeply for a moment. "She's never really liked any human guys before… so maybe? If I try to hook her up with Kōga he might get off my back…"
I choked. He was far too childish- I wanted to smack him when he tried to charge Kagura on his own. He and Inuyasha argued like third graders. Granted I could act like one myself when I let my self-deprecation get the best of me, but more often than not I tried to be the logical one. Key word being tried. Making a face, I pleaded with the middle schooler, "Please don't."
She laughed. "I'm only kidding! Besides, you like the mature guys, right?"
"Can we get back to the matter at hand?" Inuyasha snapped, eyebrow twitching. He looked deeply annoyed. "We have some serious things to talk about here. This isn't some match-making center, you know."
Shippō nodded in agreement. "Yeah. We have to try and figure out a way to free Shiori from the demon bats."
I held my hands up in defense, feeling personally attacked right now. "I wasn't the one who brought it up! I was just saying half-demons are people, too, okay? I'm sorry."
"It was my fault." Shizu began, looking up. "I misunderstood the situation. Anyway, as I was saying, Shiori had ample power to fulfill her duties. That's why I thought it would be for the best… for her to be with them. Especially if it saved our village." She took a deep breath, rage flickering onto her lovely features. "But Taigokumaru did not keep his promise. They've attacked countless times and now the villagers are demanding vengeance. They're blaming me for it."
"Which is still stupid." I commented, irritated the more I learned about the cruel villagers. "They're stupid!"
Inuyasha scoffed and stood up, staring down at the woman. "Take me to their cave. I want to meet with that one old man, Taigo-whatever it was. Her grandfather. Alright?"
"We'll go with you!" Kagome offered, moving to get up, but Inuyasha stopped her.
"No. I can handle this alone."
"But…" She hesitated.
"I'm the only one who needs to see him." He seemed oddly determined. I don't think he was intending to kill Shiori, especially considering she was a little girl, but… I couldn't tell what he was planning. Did he want to help her? I hoped that was the case. I watched in silence as Shizu and Inuyasha left the hut, leaving the rest of us to wait for them. "Don't follow us."
"...He says that and it makes me want to follow." Miroku sighed. "How unlike him."
"Agreed." Sango said, brushing some hair behind her ear. "Should we just sit here and wait for them? It could take a while."
"I think we should go back to talking about Irene's lack of a love life." Kagome said, grinning mischievously at me. I groaned and fell onto my back, bringing my hands up to my face. "What? It's fun!"
"Is not! Is it so hard to accept that one can be single and happy?"
"Well, no, but it makes life more interesting!"
"You're trying to hook me up with a fifteen year old, Kagome! No!"
"Well, he's a demon… so he's probably over a century, technically."
"He acts like a fifteen year old!"
She opened her mouth to argue, paused, and thought about. "I'm not sure if I should be offended by that or not? What do you guys think?"
Miroku quickly turned his head and started to whistle, while Sango raised her hands. "Don't look at me. But… I don't really think she and Kōga would make a good couple. Not to mention he's so in love with you, Kagome."
"Yeah. And she's not his type." Shippō nodded. "She can't see the jewel shards after all."
"That's true…" Kagome sighed. "...and we've already settled he's not her type either. But then who can I pair her up with? There are so little options and not many are very serious or mature."
"Here's a great idea!" I exclaimed, sarcasm hiding beneath the bubbly exterior I gave off. Sitting up to look at her, I clapped my hands together with a big grin. "How about nobody!? I love nobody! Nobody is great."
She stuck her lips out at me in a pout. "Oh, fine, spoil sport. Why can't you just humor me?"
"Because a small child's life is at stake and I'm not gonna be here forever?" I retorted, not fully understanding what I said until I said it. "S-So… trying to pair me up with someone is… yeah. Not good."
That's right… I was so focused on the idea of finding Maria and going home that… I forgot what that actually meant. Once I go home… that's it. I won't ever see Sango, Miroku, Shippō, Inuyasha, or Kagome again. I won't see Kirara or Kaede again. Kōga, Kagura, Naraku… I won't have to deal with any of them. They'll be out of my life forever.
The middle school girl paused, eyes widening, and everyone in the room grew silent. I think they all forgot about it as well. We were talking and playing games just last night, but that wouldn't last. Eventually we would defeat Naraku, figure out how to send me home, and that was it. Our friendship would be ended there. I would be cut clean from history. And unless I went to Japan after returning to my time… I might not even see Kagome again. She would be so much older than me by that point, probably in her thirties or forties. Would she remember me at all?
Miroku lowered his head, "True. You can't come-and-go like Kagome does with the well. Once you're gone… we won't ever see you again."
"Y-Yeah…"
Why did I allow myself to get so attached to them? This was why I felt so upset earlier at the mountain with everyone- they were always cheering me up, saying we were a team, that we would look out for one another, but… it wouldn't stay that way. I would never get to keep such wonderful friends. I knew I would be leaving them all behind one day to go back to my own time, but I… I never allowed myself to think about what that would mean.
I'm such an idiot.
"Naraku really is evil." Shippō muttered, looking as though he were fighting tears. "He's the one who brought you here."
"Yes." Sango closed her eyes. "It really is… awful."
Kagome folded her hands together in her lap, shifting her position so her legs rested to the side. "I… I never really thought about it, but yeah. That's… a lonely thought."
Frick. If this conversation kept going I was going to cry. I forced a grin and beamed at them, waving a hand in the air. "Aw, come on! I know you guys don't like me that much. It's fine~ besides, it'll just mean Naraku was beaten, right? Look on the bright side! You won't have to deal with him anymore."
"Yes, but…" Kagome hesitated. She saw how I was trying to stay strong. "Irene, do you really want to go home?"
"Hm?" I blinked at that. That was such a silly question, so why did I find myself hesitating? "Well, yeah… but it's up to Maria."
"Your sister?" Miroku asked. "What does she have to do with it?"
"Well, we'll have a choice, right? If we figure out how to get home, we can choose whether or not to go. Unless we can't for some reason." I made a face at that. "Probably how it'll go. But! If there's a choice Maria will make it. She… She deserves to be happy, so…"
"And what about you?" Sango inquired, frowning. "Don't you deserve to be happy as well?"
I'm the one who got us into this mess. If I never pointed out the pentagram that was drawn on the stone… we would still be back home. I was the last person who deserved it. I didn't answer Sango's question properly, knowing she wouldn't like my response. "It… doesn't really matter." I settled on, forcing apathy to wash over me. This was a subject I would have to face and accept, regardless of whether I liked it or not. "Maria comes first."
"I understand that you love your sister," She said, knowing more than anyone here how important family is, "but she loves you, too. What if she wants you to decide?"
"Then I'll ask what she'd choose."
"Irene…"
"Sango." I wasn't having this conversation anymore. My mind was made up. What I wanted was unimportant; I would do whatever she decided. That's all there is to it. "I'm not choosing between you two. Besides, it's not like I contribute a whole lot to the group. It'll be fine. You won't even notice I'm gone."
"I don't think that's true." Miroku looked eerily serious. I had to remind myself that he was the only one here that was actually close to age. He was just a year younger. "Irene, forget what you were told in the past. Whatever it was your father said… it was wrong"
"What my dad said doesn't matter." I found myself becoming defensive. He wasn't the main issue; it was so many other people. "I've gotten over that. It's just… she's been through a lot, okay? So what she wants is all I care about. At least until we've figured everything out."
I have to stay focused. Until the time for the choice comes. After that… I'll think for myself again.
"Irene…" Sango faltered.
Suddenly the beaded door slammed open and Inuyasha marched inside, Shizu right behind him with new bruises and tears in her eyes. It was night time; we had spent several hours in the hut talking. The half-demon huffed and sat down, and Kagome glanced at him nervously.
"Did it not work?" She asked.
Shizu lowered her head and let out a heavy sigh, greatly depressed by everything that's happened to her. I worried at my bottom lip, feeling sorrow for the woman beside me. I really didn't understand why people went out of their way to hurt others- be they demon or human. "I feel like I should give up…" She murmured.
"What?" I recoiled, startled, snapping out my previous thoughts by her horrible words. "Why!?"
"Taigokumaru spoke the truth about Shiori," She lamented, "the villagers didn't accept either of us. She might be better off there with the other bat demons after all…"
Inuyasha scoffed at that, even angrier than usual. "You don't know anything." He growled, causing us all to stare at him in surprise. His rage and bitterness flowed through the air, hitting deep and piercing into the heart. What he went through as a child I could only imagine based on his words. "Demons don't accept half-demons, even if they're related by blood. Humans are no different. We're scorned and hated, and treated like dirt. Taigokumaru doesn't actually care about Shiori; he only keeps her alive for her power."
I remember them saying something about how he never got along well with his older brother, whoever he was. His full demon sibling didn't try to… kill him, did he? Inuyasha must have been so scared growing up. That would explain why he's so defensive and argumentative now… and why he doesn't like to share his feelings. His anger issues are because of his traumatizing childhood.
Shippō looked up at the half-demon, green eyes mixed with concern and confusion. "I'm a proper full-blooded demon, Inuyasha, and I've never had any problems accepting you."
Myoga jumped up into the air several times, waving his little arms to try and catch the silver-haired teen's attention. "That goes for me too, m'lord!"
Inuyasha leaned down, eyebrow twitching, an irritated grin on his face. "That's only because I protect you both."
"Anyway," Miroku spoke up, changing the subject, "our hands are tied if you're unable to break through the barrier, Inuyasha."
"That's precisely the reason we came here, right?" Sango said. The half-demon huffed.
"I know that."
Are we… seriously debating whether or not to kill Shiori? She's a little girl! A half-demon like Inuyasha. She's probably, what? Five years old? You've gotta be kidding. "We're gonna be saving her, right?" I asked anxiously, glancing between everyone in fear of the answer. "I-If we're gonna be saving her and killing Taigokumaru, I could try and break the barrier for you… and Inuyasha could attack the demon?"
The half-demon looked conflicted for a moment before he turned his head and stared at me, amber eyes boring into mine. I tensed, very uncomfortable beneath that gaze, almost scared by what I saw. It wasn't terrifying, really, as it wasn't the eyes of a murderer I saw. It was of a young teenage boy who had been through too much heartbreak and abuse, who wanted to become more powerful yet not wanting to have to kill a small child so similar to him in order to do so.
Without ever responding to my suggestion, the half-demon stood and walked quietly out of the hut. I spread my lips into a thin line, wondering if maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. After a few moments passed Kagome stood up and followed him, and I hunched over and laced my fingers tightly together in my lap.
Shizu still looked so lost as to what to do. I couldn't imagine having a child of a demon, losing the father of the child, and then being forced to give that child away to a group of terrible demons. Knowing that even though it was for the good of the people, those who have mistreated you both, the child would still be unwanted. That you wouldn't be able to see them again.
"We'll get her back." I found myself promising the woman. Shizu raised her head and turned, brown eyes widening. My fingers flickered with a blue light as I reached forward, resting a hand over her own trembling ones. The cool flames danced along her flesh, the woman completely stunned when she saw that the flames didn't burn nor hurt. In fact, they were healing her. "Shiori will be with you again."
I can't stand this. I hate everything about this. Half-demons shouldn't be treated so cruelly.
I don't think Inuyasha would attack her, no- I'm convinced he wouldn't. So I'll stand beside him. For the first time I will try to use the power of the Shikigami to break a barrier. This way Inuyasha can kill Taigokumaru, and Shiori will go back into her mother's arms. Their family will be reunited.
Shizu's lips curled back and she choked, expression softening as her eyes became misty once more. She was so much more beautiful now that her face wasn't covered in cuts and bruises. "Thank you…"
I don't have Maria, not at the moment. But when I do… I will be happy. That is what I deserve. To be reunited with my sister. So, until then, I will do my best to reunite this woman with her precious child and stop Naraku from causing anymore heartbreak.
Shizu surprised me when she leaned forward, resting her forehead on my shoulder and crying silently. I stiffened, having not expected her to behave as such, and cast a quick panicked glance at the others before weaving one of my hands out from the woman's and awkwardly resting them on her back. Miroku leaned close to Sango, whispering with raised eyebrows,
"She really has a way with others, doesn't she? Irene has so many issues with herself, yet somehow always manages to take on the baggage of others…"
"I feel kinda bad now." She responded, bringing a hand up to her chest. "The same thing happened back in Tsuzumi. A few words and then I was clinging to her."
Shippō moved over to the demon slayer, crawling onto her lap. I could hear everything they were saying, but I think Shizu was too focused on venting out her emotions to hear. Against my will I found my heart breaking for the woman, her negative energy almost seeming to flow into me as I held her. "You too? I think someone said somethin' about… uh… what was it? Character?"
"Charisma." Myoga corrected. "I think that was me, actually."
Whatever you call it, it was exhausting. I ran my fingers along Shizu's back slowly, allowing the woman to sob into my shoulder and completely soak my sweater with her tears. How did I always end up in these situations? It would be nice if the others could say something to help instead of whispering about me. I'm glad I could help, if it meant she felt even the littlest bit better… but I had no idea how to comfort people.
That was when I heard the screaming. Shizu stopped and lifted her head, staring out the window with big eyes. Hachi awoke with a start, and Sango and Miroku immediately made their way outside to see what was going on. Sango narrowed her eyes and looked into the distance, frowning deeply. "Those are the demon bats!"
Shizu and I made our way to the doorway, and I stared in horror upon seeing just how many there were. It was an entire swarm- too many to count. It was like the demons Naraku sent to protect Kagura during the new moon all over again, only… bats.
"They're heading towards the village!" Shizu observed. Hachi let out a small squeak and quickly turned his head when he saw someone running at us. Inuyasha was charging at full speed, Kagome right behind him.
"What are you people gawking at!?" The half-demon demanded. "Let's get going!"
Shippō held tightly to Miroku's shoulder, the monk nodding at his words and taking off. Kagome and Sango ran back inside the hut, the middle schooler grabbing her bow and quiver and following after. I looked back-and-forth at everyone, uncertain what I should do. I wasn't strong enough to take on a horde of demons like that; I would be killed instantly! Do I wait for Sango to finish putting her armor on or-?
The demon slayer ran out, fully dressed with hiraikotsu on her back, riding on Kirara. She stopped beside us and grabbed my arm, causing me to yelp when she suddenly pulled me onto the cat demon. "Let's go! Stay away from the demons, Shizu!"
"But-!" Any argument was left forgotten, Sango far ahead from the hut already thanks to Kirara's incredible speed. When we caught up with the others we found them huddled together, back-to-back, surrounded by the demon bats.
"Look!" I pointed at them, keeping an arm wrapped firmly around her waist. "Down there!"
"I see them! Duck!" I did as told and avoided the hiraikotsu as Sango swung it over head, flying near and tossing the boomerang at the many demons. "I'm gonna take shot at them! Hrah!"
I watched as the hiraikotsu sliced through several of the demons' torsos, tearing them right in half. Then, as it rounded up through the area, it shot towards the largest bat demon of them all- who appeared to be carrying someone in the palm of his hand. I had to squint to get out the details, but it looked like a small girl with… lilac-colored hair? Was that Shiori? As the weapon neared it bounced off a blue-ish forcefield, sending the hiraikotsu hurling back at her. She maneuvered Kirara around and caught it with ease.
"I-Is that the barrier?" I asked. It looked so much different compared to Naraku's- his was far more toxic and purple in appearance. "Should I try and break it?"
Sango clicked her tongue against her teeth in distaste when she saw the giant old bat start laughing, and carefully guided Kirara down to the ground where the others were. "Inuyasha! What should we do?"
"How should I know?" He demanded. Miroku frowned and looked up at the demon.
"This is not looking good. And with Shiori around I can't use my Wind Tunnel. Inuyasha, I know you want to have tetsusaiga break the barrier, but our best bet would be to create an opening for Irene to use her Shikigami. It's the perfect chance to test out her new power."
"W-Wait," I blinked, startled, "so I am using it? Like, right now?"
"What's the matter?" The giant demon asked tauntingly. I could only assume that this was Taigokumaru. "Can't you make a move?"
Inuyasha glared at the demon and cursed. "Damn it… yeah. I think we have to. If we can get Shiori out of the demon's grip, we can kill him. But the barrier is in the way."
Frick, okay. Um. Breathe. What was the incantation again? It was the eagle, wasn't it? I believe so.
"Please!" A villager from behind cried, pulling himself out of the rubble of his hut. So many of the buildings have been destroyed already by the bats, and that's not even mentioning the casualty count. It was awful. It was hard to look at it, but I was getting so used to the blood and gore that I didn't vomit in my mouth this time. "You have to think of something! All our lives depend on you!"
Another man crawled forward, struggling to stand. "The bat demons will slay all of us!"
"It's the ones from before!" Kagome exclaimed, turning when she heard them speak. I narrowed my eyes at them, recognizing those specific villagers as the ones that had been attacking Shizu earlier this morning. Inuyasha scowled at them.
"You don't need to ask me for any favors. I was gonna kill him off anyway." The half-demon turned and looked up at Taigokumaru and the girl he was carrying in his hand, conflicted emotions crossing his face. "But first I gotta get Shiori away from him…"
"You can't!" One of the men protested, stepping forward. He was badly wounded, his hand holding his bleeding arm. There was a large gash on his side. "That's insane!"
"Besides," Another argued, "the girl is on the demon's side!"
What? My hand twitched. Sango glanced over, seeing the rapid change of expression and looking down to see the red flames dancing along my fingertips. Are you kidding me right now?
My jaw tightened, a cold blank expression washing over my face as anger boiled inside of me. I turned to look at them, glaring darkly as they dared to insinuate that Shiori was the villain. Inuyasha turned his nose up at their words. "What," He began, voice low in a growl, "you'd have me kill her too?"
"Well, there's not much choice…" A villager began, glancing nervously at his friends. "Right?"
"She is the child of a demon…"
I'm done. I am so done with this. "You're the ones that sent her to them!" The villagers jumped and everyone else looked surprised by my rage. I was fuming, arms alight with hot orange flames. "Are you seriously blaming Shiori right now!? This is all because you freaking abused her and forced her mom to give her up! Her demon of a dad is what spared you for so long from the bats, remember!? But no- you're all a bunch of dumbasses, am I right!? You only see what you want to see! So frick off! We're saving Shiori! You'll be lucky if we even bother to save you at all!"
I huffed and let out several angry noises, marching forward. The group looked a little scared of me, but I didn't really care at the moment. I smacked the half-demon called Inuyasha on the arm, trying to get his attention, and I snapped my fingers and pointed at Taigokumaru. The demon looked amused by our behavior, which only fueled the fire inside me. The only emotion in my voice that you could hear was a stone cold rage.
"Oi. I'mma break that barrier, got it? Then you go in, get Shiori, and kill the demon. Sound like a plan?"
"Uh, y-yeah…" He blinked. "Right."
"Good." Now how the frick did I do that again? Sango readied her hiraikotsu, eyeing the bats above uncertainly, waiting for them to attack. "You ready?"
"Yeah, just hold on a moment." He stepped forward, looking up at the old demon and the girl. "Did you hear that, Shiori!?" Inuyasha called up, raising his voice. "What do you want to do!? You heard what these people said about you; going back to the village might not be a good idea! Do you still want to go back!?"
The girl glanced at him, eyebrows furrowing. She said nothing and I only found the rage bubbling even hotter. Miroku carefully took a few steps away from me, eyeing the hot-white flames nervously. Shippō hid behind his shoulder, green eyes scared.
"If you decide you want to go home," Inuyasha continued, "then I'll help you get there!"
"You'll help her?" Taigokumaru mocked, laughing at the half-demon's words. "You fool, don't tell me you think you can defeat me- the great Taigokumaru!?"
"Oh, shut it you oversized mammal!" I snapped at him, wheezing a little from all the shouting I was doing. I stepped forward, intimidated yet standing my ground. "We don't think - we know we can! You're just a big ugly demon hiding behind a little girl! Come out and fight us, coward!"
"Arrogant mortal!" He declared, opening his mouth wide. A bright ball of light began to form and shot outwards, and the next thing I knew Inuyasha had grabbed Kagome, Miroku took Shippō and ran for it, and Sango cried out for me to run. "Die!"
The flames on my body dispersed in surprise and I scrambled for an escape, but was too slow. Had it not been for Kirara, who flew underneath me and forced me onto her back, I would have been melted alongside the ground, nothing but a pile of bones in the smoldering crater Taigokumaru created. The demon saw us escape his attack and laughed, focusing his attention on Inuyasha and his dog ears.
"I understand now! You are also a half-demon. That undeniable stench is overwhelming!" His scarlet eyes bore into him, the sneer on his face revealing his hatred for Inuyasha's bloodline. "Allying yourself with these pitiful humans… you truly are a disgrace to your demon heritage!"
"Oh, really!?" Inuyasha called up, challenging the old bat demon. "Are you goin' somewhere with this!?"
The demon's grin broadened. "You're recalling your own situation," Taigokumaru observed, laughing at Inuyasha, mocking and taunting him, "that's why you feel such great sympathy for Shiori. You and her are the same. Unwanted by demons, unloved by humans… you live your very life in fear."
Inuyasha pushed himself up into a standing position, scoffing at his words. "As if! She's got nothing to do with it! I just can't stand rotten old bats like you, is all! Acting like you're all high and mighty… when you're just cowering behind a barrier!"
I looked up at Taigokumaru from my spot on Kirara's back, slowly sliding off of her as we neared the ground. If I could break the barrier while he was distracted, Inuyasha or Sango might be able to land a hit on him. I would have to be quick though. How did the incantation go again? It was the eagle Shikigami, I believe.
"Hey, Shiori!" Inuyasha shouted to the child, catching her attention. She really was very young. "Make up your mind, okay!? Do you want to go back to the village or not!?"
She looked down, violet eyes filled with inner turmoil. Shiori then paused, something catching her attention and distracting her. "Mommy…?" Running along the beach was Shizu, the dark-haired woman trying to catch sight of her beloved daughter. Taigokumaru saw this and leaned close, holding the girl up to his face. She tensed, seeing the way his eyes glared coldly at her.
"If you don't stay and protect the barrier with me your precious mother will die." He warned, threatening her to obey. "You understand that… don't you?"
Shiori's grip tightened on the red orb, fear written across her face. My stomach twisted painfully, heart reaching out for the girl.
"Taigokumaru, please, wait!" Shizu ran up to the edge of the beach, looking up at the old bat demon with pleading eyes. "I beg of you to stop! This isn't what your son would have wanted! This village was safe from your attacks while Tsukuyomaru was alive! He protected us- in order to help Shiori and I live happily he prevented any attacks on the village! Please, honor your son's wishes!"
"You want me to honor his wishes?" Taigokumaru mused, the sclera of his eyes glowing a bright red with his hatred. He sneered at the woman. "How ludicrous. Tsukuyomaru may have indeed been my son, but he was fool… and falling in love with mortal only hastened his demise!"
"Wh… What?" Shizu began to turn pale, her brown eyes widening in alarm. "What do you mean by that…?"
The old demon laughed at her reaction, finding the woman pitiful and weak. "Just as you stated, Tsukuyomaru claimed that he would protect the village- and unless I abided by his wishes he would abandon his duty as guardian of the barrier… and leave the tribe! His very heart was stolen by you, a mere human, and that's why…" He paused, allowing the words to sink in, the grin spreading wide across his face.
"Why… what?" The female human hesitated, bringing a hand up to her chest. "Wh-What happened?"
Oh my god. "You… You killed him, didn't you?" I asked, unable to believe what I was hearing. Shizu looked like she was going to throw up, the woman stepping back, currently in shock. Kagome quickly caught her when her legs gave out, stopping her from falling. Inuyasha ground his teeth together and bared his fangs, holding tetsusaiga tightly in his hands. "He… He was your son!"
"Did you seriously murder your own flesh and blood!?" The half-demon was disgusted.
"I did." Taigokumaru confessed, smiling wickedly at us. "I took great pleasure in sending him to the netherworld."
Shiori froze upon hearing that, head snapping up and turning to look at him. The hands that were holding the red orb began to shake, hatred beginning to grow in those sad violet eyes. She looked so confused, but so heartbroken at the same time. Her poor mother was on the verge of fainting.
"Besides," Taigokumaru continued, "I had Shiori… so I had no use for that fool anymore."
He… really did it. He killed his own son. I thought I had seen and/or heard some pretty messed up things since coming here to the Feudal Era, but that was the worst of it. This demon was an insult to most other demons- Taigokumaru was, simply and unmistakably, a monster. My fingers twitched and lighted with a green flame, hotter and brighter than the one I used to remove the poison from Miroku's body before. No, this was not a gentle fire. It was an aggressive one, fueled by anger and disgust.
How could someone do that? He knew Tsukuyomaru loved Shizu and Shiori, that they all cared about each other, and… he killed him exactly for that reason. Taigokumaru murdered his demon son because he found happiness with a human.
"Taigokumaru," Inuyasha growled, amber eyes flashing dangerously, "you don't deserve to live!"
Normally I felt bad for killing the demons that attacked us, knowing that it was mostly out of survival that they tried to eat us, but this… was different. This was cold-blooded. I agreed wholeheartedly with Inuyasha; Taigokumaru needed to die. Flames danced at my feet, a symbol drawn from green fire appearing on the ground.
"Lucky for them," The silver-haired teen continued, seeing the way the flames lit up the darkness, "I'm about to cut your lifespan short! Irene, now!"
Taigokumaru laughed at that. "You realize Shiori can not control the size of the barrier, don't you? You try and attack me… you will destroy the girl as well!"
I wasn't even sure if I knew what I was doing, but I was so mad. So spiteful towards this monster who had torn apart a happy family because of his own bigotry. I despised people like him. He was nothing more than a negative influence, toxic towards those easily affected by heartbreak. A storm cloud standing in the path of others, preventing them from facing the bright day ahead.
"Is that…?" Taigokumaru narrowed his eyes when he saw the flame. "I won't let you!"
Several large balls of light appeared in the air. It appeared he recognized the Shikigami for he appeared intent on stopping it, but that wasn't going to happen. I raised my hands up and laced my fingers together, imaging the bright blue sky and forest trees with their crisp, clear air. It was beautiful, but this demon was in the way.
"O' overflowing blue sky…" I could feel the power surging through me, the wind picking up pace and causing the flames to flicker and dance, rising from the shining pentagram. I brought my arms forward, holding the palms of my hands out towards Taigokumaru as he unleashed his attack. "Remove these storm clouds from my path!"
At that moment there was a beat- and at first I thought it was my heart, but then it became clear it was from the wings of a massive eagle. It flew majestically out of the pentagram, growing in size the higher it rose into the air. The flames around me dispersed and I found myself being tackled from the side, Inuyasha throwing me over his shoulder and pulling me out of the way of Taigokumaru's attack, Kirara jumping to safety.
Finally the eagle was a similar size to the old bat, its cold eyes staring expressionlessly at the demon. It seemed irritated somehow, and expertly avoided the blast sent at it. The village, however, was not spared. All the buildings were completely destroyed and some of the villagers ended up being killed as a result, the survivors greatly wounded and struggling to get back onto their feet to run away. Some couldn't even walk. Mothers grabbed their children, huddling them close together, and the rest of my group quickly got to work trying to evacuate those that could still move.
Then the eagle beat its wings, rose up a few more feet, and proceeded to dive headfirst towards the barrier Shiori and Taigokumaru were sitting in.
"Get out." The girl mumbled, catching the demon's attention. His eyes widened.
"What?"
She turned her head, glaring at her cruel grandfather, violet eyes flashing white. "I will avenge… my father's death. Now get out!"
Taigokumaru let out a yell as he was forcibly expunged from the barrier, which was soon penetrated by the flaming green eagle. "How dare you- a mere half-demon!" The old bat screeched, enraged. Inuyasha landed on the ground and looked up, setting me gently on the ground and watching in surprise as the Shikigami tore through the front with its beak, ripping all the way to the back. The eagle then turned to face the barrier once more and with a single beat of its large wings… the blue force field keeping everything out dispersed.
The little girl didn't bother to scream as she tumbled down towards the earth below. Kagome looked up with wide eyes. "She's falling!"
Shizu quickly pulled herself together, having seen her child in danger, and ran for it. "Shiori!" She held her arms up, intent on catching the girl. "Shiori, I've got you! Hold on!"
Did it work…? The barrier broke? The eagle vanished in several sparks of green lights, my vision more dazed and blurred than ever. I felt so dizzy; I wanted to throw up. Taigokumaru let out a growl, flying high into the air. "Even though my granddaughter is a mere half-demon, I would never allow you humans to have her!"
Kagome chased after Shizu in a desperate attempt to get her to move, seeing the way the old bat demon's mouth began to glow with a white light. Shiori saw this as she continued to fall and cried, "Mommy! Look out!"
The rays of demonic light shot downwards towards them both and, having long-since set me down, Inuyasha wasted no time in rushing forward, leaping into the air and swinging his sword. "Time to say your prayers, old bat! Backlash Wave!"
The half-demon's attack worked very similarly to the Wind Scar. I could make out the waves of demonic energy swirling around the blade, but instead of creating several cracks along the ground it seemed to wrap around Taigokumaru's rays of light, creating a twister of sorts that sent the rays hurtling right back at the caster- attacking Taigokumaru himself. "What!?" The demon screamed, unable to move in time to avoid the blast. "This is impossible!"
"They got him!" Miroku exclaimed. "Inuyasha did it!"
I had never seen that move before. Was Inuyasha always able to use it? Wait, what about Shiori? Is she okay? Where's-oh! Thank goodness; Hachi transformed and caught her. He was carrying her over, shouting at everyone. "Over here, people! There." He set the girl down and she dashed over to Shizu, Shiori still carrying the red crystal orb that was used to make the barrier in the first place.
"Shiori!" Her mother exclaimed, making her way towards her. Tears filled the girl's eyes.
"Mommy!"
Shizu knelt down and wrapped her arms around her little girl, holding her tightly in her arms. Shiori leaned into the embrace, giving in to her pent up emotions and sobbing against her mother's chest. "I'm so sorry, Shiori," The woman apologized, wearing a pained expression, "that must have been so terrible for you!"
"I missed you…" Shiori whimpered, a smile spreading across her face. "I love you."
This whole thing was making me tear up. Jeez. I sniffed, looking away, leaning back against the sand and waiting for my skull to stop throbbing. Hachi walked over and knelt beside me, tilting his head curiously. "Are you okay?"
"...Am I ever okay?"
"I dunno." He answered honestly. "I just met you like two weeks ago."
I snorted at that, only to cringe and start coughing, instantly regretting it. "Ow, ow, okay… oof… I can't breathe. My poor inhaler." I used the rescue so much, including in this moment. Sango glanced over, frowning, and tapped on Miroku's shoulder to obtain his attention before she pointed in my direction. "I wanna nap…"
"Irene!" The demon slayer called out, making her way over with the monk. "Are you alright? That Shikigami was so much larger than the others…"
"I mean," I began with a wheeze, pausing for a moment to think about my answer, and then deciding honesty was the best policy I said, "I can't... really feel my legs… but that's normal, I think. Head… hurts a lot. Um. Yeah. Everything… is good, right?"
Sango knelt down, reaching over and rested a hand against my forehead. "You're burning up again… maybe we shouldn't have pushed you to try out the technique? If I knew it would take this much out of you…" She looked guilty.
I waved a hand weakly in the air. "It's fine~ don't worry… about it. 'Kay? Least we know… how it works now… right? N-Naraku… won't see it coming."
"Yes…" Miroku frowned, concerned by the Shikigami's draining effects towards my body. "Especially since Inuyasha was unable to obtain the power himself. Your ability to break the barrier is all we have now."
"Well!" The half-demon himself spoke up then, hearing the reunion take place and the conversation between us three. "We did all we can here! Good job, everyone." He turned away from the ocean to face us, amber eyes determined. "Let's get going. We still have to make it back to the castle."
From his shoulder a familiar flea demon finally made himself known, hopping up and down in a panic. "What do you mean; what are you saying!? We can't just get going now!"
"Huh?" Inuyasha blinked, looking at the flea in surprise. "What are you still doin' here, Myoga?"
Myoga smacked the half-demon's shoulder several times with the tiniest fan in existence, irritated. "Have you forgotten our reason for coming here!? You need to slay the demon that protects the barrier and have your sword drink its blood! Make up your mind, damn it! Do you want tetsusaiga to become stronger or not!?"
Shizu gasped, whirling around with horrified eyes. She looked so betrayed. "You mean… you came here to kill my daughter!?"
"Yeah, at first." Inuyasha admitted, closing his eyes. He seemed strangely calm about everything. He turned and smiled at Shizu, behaving rather gentle towards her. "Oh, don't worry; I may be half demon, but I'm not evil enough to kill a little girl."
"Especially when she's so sweet and innocent." Miroku added, grinning at the family. Sango giggled at that.
"And a half-demon like him."
I tiredly raised a hand up, feeling oddly left out with the bunch of one-liners. "He's not a jerk all the time, promise."
Inuyasha rolled his eyes at that and grabbed his sword, tapping the handle lightly. His smile broadened, the boy speaking rather cheerfully as he said, "I'll just have to find someone else who can put up an even stronger barrier and can kill them instead!"
Oh wow. Okay. He sounded so happy when he said that- something is definitely wrong. Myoga eyed Inuyasha curiously, stunned by his apparent development. "Lord Inuyasha, you've changed! You weren't like this before-!" The half-demon began to walk away and Myoga yelped, clinging to his silver strands of hair to prevent himself from flying away. "Uwah!"
The calm expression disappeared from Inuyasha's face and he glared at Myoga, marching his way over to where the three of us were. Kagome smiled at him from her spot near Shizu. "What's that supposed to mean!?"
"Uh, well, I, um-"
"It means that you've grown up." Miroku explained. He watched as Sango lifted me up, carrying me in her arms like she normally does. "...Hey, Sango, do you think maybe sometime you could carry me like that? Cradled close to your chest, your strong arms wrapped around my-" He held his hands up, making a face as he expressed his jealousy, but the demon slayer didn't express any sympathy.
"Not a chance." She snapped. "Keep your hands to yourself."
"I feel so loved." I grinned, resting my head against Sango's shoulder. "Thank you."
She smiled at me. Kagome waved at Shizu and Shiori as we started to make our way back to the woman's hut, needing to collect the rest of our things before we left the destroyed village. "Well, we better be heading off now!"
Hachi bowed. "Farewell!"
"See ya!" Inuyasha called, but the group was quickly stopped by little Shiori who pulled away from her mother and ran towards us.
"W-Wait!"
Everyone was confused. Her mother tilted her head, reaching out and resting a hand gently on her back. "Shiori? What's wrong?" The girl held our the red orb, staring at everyone intently.
"Take this." She said. "Smash it into pieces. This blood crow crystal is a precious heirloom passed down to each guardian of the demon bat tribe. This is what gives us the ability to put up a powerful barrier and it stores all the power from each generation of guardians, like my grandfather's… and my father's." Shiori waited for a moment to catch her breath, not used to speaking so much, before continuing. "So I think if you break the crystal… you should be able to strengthen your sword!" The girl tilted her head. "That's what you want, isn't it?"
Inuyasha stared at her, his eyes trailing down to gaze at the blood-red orb. Myoga jumped excitedly from his shoulder. "We couldn't have asked for anything better!" The flea exclaimed. "Smash the thing, Lord Inuyasha! Break it to bits!"
"Yeah…" He said, narrowing his eyes. "Good idea. The sooner we get rid of that evil thing, the better."
The orb began to pulse in Shiori's hands and her eyes widened. A dark energy began to swirl inside before leaking out, the red glass brightening and seeming to give off steam. Sango's eyes widened. "It's giving off a demonic aura!"
Shizu reacted instantly, tearing it from her daughter's hands. "Let go of it!" She said, only to cry out and drop the orb when it began to burn the skin of her palms. The woman stared down, startled by what happened. Shiori looked ready to cry.
"M-Mommy… your hands!"
The red light grew brighter until it expanded from the crystal, wrapping around it protectively.
"The crystal put up a barrier!" Kagome said, raising her hands up nervously. "It's sentient?"
Inuyasha huffed. "I should have known it wouldn't be so easy to break. Huh." He grinned, unsheathing his sword. "This is getting amusing! But not for me!" He swung the blade, aiming straight at the crystal. There was a strong gust of wind as the demonic energy swirled about, deflecting tetsusaiga and sending Inuyasha flying back with a pained cry. Kagome ran forward, resting a hand gently on his shoulder.
"You okay?"
He clicked his tongue. "Yeah, sure. I'm fine." His eyes glanced over to see Shizu hovering over Shiori, holding her closer and shielding her from the barrier. Yellow electricity crackled around the orb for a moment before it began to pulse again. A familiar voice echoed in the air, emanating from the orb.
"I would never let you go that easily, Shiori!" The girl blinked, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. Pink smoke rose up from the crystal, gradually taking shape into something grotesque and rather reminiscent of a certain bat demon. "Simply breaking the crystal could not sever your bond with the demon bat tribe… even though your mother is mortal…"
"Taigokumaru!" Shizu growled. Shiori clung tight to her mother.
"G-Grandfather…!"
The weird beast that Taigokumaru had become swiveled up into the air, maneuvering almost as if he were made out of some kind of sludge, and then he whirled around-diving straight for the girl and her mother. It was oddly reminiscent of the Shikigami when it broke the barrier before. "I'll kill you this time~!"
"Oh, really!?" Inuyasha demanded, leaping up and slicing at the demon. His sword made a loud clang against Taigokumaru's new flesh, almost as if it had hit metal.
"Inuyasha!" Kagome shouted, alarmed.
"Look out!" Shippō watched as the half-demon flew back, Taigokumaru swirling in the air until he was heading towards his family once more. "Gah!"
"Shiori…" He hissed. "Join me and all the others in hell!"
The girl flinched and buried her face in her mother's chest, Shizu holding the girl tight. As Taigokumaru neared them a blue glow erupted around the females, shielding them from his attack and wrapping them in a warm light. Taigokumaru's eyes widened, but he was moving too fast to stop and rammed right into the sudden barrier, breaking into several pieces upon impact.
"What!?"
"It's broken!" Miroku said, shocked, and everyone listened to the demon scream. Shiori gasped, as if realizing something, and turned her head to see Inuyasha lunge at Taigokumaru, intersecting the demon and his attack against them. "Look!"
"Let the little girl go free!" Inuyasha demanded, bringing his blade up high and slamming it down hard into the skull of the bat demon, tearing him into two and causing blood to spout everywhere. "Hraaah!"
As Taigokumaru vanished and dissipated into ash, the red orb darkened in color- as if to show it was dying- and then cracked. It split in half and collapsed to the ground, devoid of all power and life.
"Whoa!" Shippō shifted from his position on Miroku's shoulder, trying to get a closer look. "The crystal broke!"
I blinked. "Did… Did he do it?"
The orb soon lost all its color completely, the red seeming to drain into the earth and drift towards the tetsusaiga. Inuyasha set the blade on the ground, resting it in Taigokumaru's blood, allowing it to soak up the remains. "This time," He said, "it's really over." He leaned his head back in surprise when the tetsusaiga began to change color and glow. Inuyasha stood up, holding the weapon high in the air. "My sword… whoa! The blade is turning red!"
Once the tetsusaiga was done transforming it reverted back to its original color and rusted state, and Inuyasha tucked it back in its sheath. I leaned my head back against Sango's shoulder, closing my eyes and trying to will my headache to go away. I suppose now I won't have to use the Shikigami to break any barriers, which… honestly would be pretty nice. I don't understand what the point was of me going to learn how if Inuyasha would just be able to break them with his sword anyway.
Shiori picked up half of the broken crystal, staring at its lifeless state. Inuyasha walked over, staring down at her. "Hey, Shiori?" The girl looked up.
"Thanks for helping…" She said quietly.
"I'm the one who should be thanking you for saving me." Inuyasha corrected. "You weakened the old bat's power."
She shook her head. "That wasn't me. I wasn't the one who did that." Shiori looked down, eyes turning misty. "Someone put his arms around us… Around me and Mommy. He wanted to protect us."
Shizu teared up and wrapped her arms around her daughter, resting her cheek against her daughter's head. "That was Tsukuyomaru." She said quietly. "That was your father, Shiori…"
Her father's spirit rose from the grave to protect them one last time? That was the sweetest, most heart wrenching thing I've ever heard. Kagome stepped up after Shizu spoke, the middle schooler smiling softly at them.
"I'm sure your father would have wanted you to live in freedom as well, Shiori." She glanced at Inuyasha who gave her a look, and Kagome shook her head. "We should probably be going for real this time. Thank you for everything."
"No… thank you." Shizu stood, taking her daughter's hand. "You saved my daughter."
The village was completely destroyed, but at least most of the people were alive. Frick. Well, they were jerks and sort of deserved it. My heart tried to make me feel bad for them, but I resisted. I wouldn't. The sun began to rise as we left the beach, but before we could leave Shizu suddenly called out to us. Hold up, why was she looking at me?
"Wait!" Sango stopped walking, turning and keeping me held firmly in her arms. I could feel some tingling in my toes, so that was a good sign. I might be able to walk again soon. What did Shizu want? I'm so confused. "Irene, was it? I'm… so sorry for before; back in the hut… I don't know what came over me."
"...Hah? Oh, uh…" I had no idea what she was talking about. "It's… okay. I mean, you… you missed your daughter, so…"
"More than anything." She told me, smiling. Shizu was holding Shiori in her arms, the little girl staring at me with curious eyes. "And… I didn't realize until you used that strange bird to attack the barrier, but… you're a priestess, aren't you? The kind that actually communicates with spirits? We haven't seen one of your kind in years."
Miroku turned at that, eyebrows raising. "You know of the Shikigami spirits?"
Shizu shook her head. "Not exactly. I've heard stories… before my mother passed away she would tell me a tale of how a young woman showed up in our village. She came from a far away land, wielding a strange power. She would protect our village and bless our land, using creatures made from fire to do so. But then… she met someone from a different village and moved, leaving us victim to the attacks once more. It was after my mother's death that I met Tsukuyomaru, and… I almost forgot all about the story. But then you appeared."
"Are you serious right now?" Inuyasha asked. "There was another foreigner that could use the power of Shikigami?"
The woman nodded. "Yes. I… I'm not sure why, but I felt you should know this." She hugged Shiori tighter, the girl wrapping her arms around her mother's shoulders. "When that blue flame washed over me before… I felt so many things. It was so warm and gentle, but… somehow sad as well. Irene, I don't… know what you and friends are planning to do with this new power, but I ask you to be careful. You and your friends have done something so wonderful for my family, and… I want you to find happiness as well."
I was stunned silent. How was I supposed to react to that? "I… um. Th-Thank you. W-We'll try our best?"
She smiled. Shizu then turned to Shiori, leaning down and pressing a small kiss to the girl's forehead. "Let's go tend to those cuts now, sweetie."
"Okay, Mommy…" As Shizu began to walk away with Shiori still in her arms, the little girl stared at us and waved with her tiny hand. "Bye! Thank you!"
Once they were gone Hachi turned and looked at everyone, greatly confused. "So Irene isn't the only one who can use the Shikigami? I thought she was the only one… save for, you know, that one old man from the village."
"No, there are others." Sango said, frowning. "But… I am confused. Aside from Irene, there are Kakuju and Anastasia… and now another woman? Surely she must be Kakuju's age by now, if not older! What village do you think she went to?"
"I dunno." Inuyasha said, crossing his arms and placing his hands in his sleeves. "But somethin' ain't sitting right with me. She came from another land and could use the power of the Shikigami… Irene is a foreigner, too. Do you think they're related?"
"Could be." Kagome suggested, thinking about it. "But we have no idea who that woman is. Shizu never mentioned a name."
"I don't think she knew the name." Shippō commented. "She said she nearly forgot the story, right?"
Miroku held onto his staff tightly as he walked up, turning to stare down at me as I rested in Sango's arms. I blinked, shifting awkwardly underneath his gaze. "This is worrisome. I fear the more we learn the less we actually know and understand about Irene's situation. If they are related- how? And where does Maria mix into all of this? Irene was a rebound, was she not?"
"That's…" I nodded hesitantly at that. "Y-Yeah… I was. I have the scar on my leg to prove it."
I wiggled my left toes weakly, finally able to feel the tingle spread up to my knee. I was getting feeling back. Myoga squinted. "If that's the case then maybe we should ask that old man, Kakuju, about it the next time we see him. He seems to know a lot about certain things. But for now we should focus on getting back to the castle; Naraku is waiting for us."
"Right." Inuyasha nodded. Hachi stretched his arms out, whining.
"Already? But I'm starving!"
"We can eat later!" Miroku bopped him upside the head with his staff. "We need to get out of the village first.
"You know," I said, thinking for a moment, "I think Anastasia might be Russian. That's a Russian name, right? She sounds like Maria, but that could just be some crazy demon voodoo."
Kagome just raised her hands up in the air and shrugged at me.
Chapter 17: The Return to the Castle
Notes:
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Chapter Text
From where the village of the Bat Demons rested it took us only three days to reach the castle's town. This was, of course, mostly due to the speed of which Hachi flew in his transformed state. I used multiple dosages of the nebulizer along the way there to recover my strength, spending a lot of the time napping and cuddling with Sango. Kirara and Shippō often curled up next to me when she, Inuyasha, or Kagome went hunting for food, and sometime during this the stitches were removed from my legs and my left arm. My back was mostly scarred over, though a few scabs remained.
When we finally arrived at the town Hachi packed up our things, including what was once left behind at the town entrance, and flew off- saying he would return at daybreak. It was the middle of the night, after all. I rode atop Kirara's back as we entered the town, looking around at the destroyed and dilapidated buildings. "Are we… Are we in the right place?"
"Did Naraku do this?" Shippō asked, glancing around anxiously. "This place was a lot nicer before, wasn't it?"
I cringed at the skeletal corpse of an animal, turning my head away. It wasn't the only one either- the streets were lined with dead bodies, human and demon. The entire place was ruined. It held a revolting stench and made it harder to breathe than ever, the smell so bad I could practically taste it.
Inuyasha's ears flicked and he growled, hand flexing around his sword handle in anticipation of an attack. "Damn that Naraku… he can't keep getting away with this!"
"I agree." Kagome held a hand up to her chest, frowning deeply as she looked around. "The entire town feels desolate… how awful. I think he sent the demons to ravage the town."
Oh my gods. No. The urge to throw up increased as we walked over a bridge, my eyes catching sight of something floating in the polluted water. That kimono… I recognized it. It belonged to Juzo, the little brother of Otoki. I tugged on Kirara's fur and pulled her over to move closer, trying to get a better look at the face. The corpse was missing chunks of flesh in multiple places, but there was no doubt. It was him.
"What is it?" Sango asked, seeing how I had moved away. She and Miroku followed, the woman dressed in full battle armor, holding tight to her hiraikotsu. Her eyes widened when she saw what I was looking at. "That's…!"
Miroku's expression darkened and he brought his hands together, grabbing onto the beads around his right hand and praying in silence. "May his soul, and the souls of the other villagers, find peace in the afterlife."
"He just… killed them." I said, chills running down my spine and leaving me disturbed. "A-All of them. For no reason."
So many mangled corpses lined the streets; it was as if we were walking in a bad dream. There was so much wrong with this. I bet if we went and looked inside the houses we would find the rest of the deceased, their bodies belonging to the other people we had met during our stay in this town. The wives of the samurai, the jerk-faced guards that tried to attack us because they thought we were suspicious, and even Nizaemon. They were all gone.
Not a single person was spared.
I stiffened when I felt an arm slide around my shoulders, relaxing only when I realized it was Sango. The demon slayer pulled me close to her chest, leaning forward and resting her head against mine. She knew at once how close I was to shutting down, recognizing the signs of me going into shock. "Easy. Deep breaths. In-and-out." She inhaled through her nose deeply and out through her mouth, trying to get me to do the same. "Don't let it get to you."
They did nothing wrong and Naraku just…
Damn it.
I hate him. I want him dead.
Why?
I don't understand it. He gains nothing from this. Is it just some sort of sick satisfaction?
"We can't allow Naraku to live any longer." Miroku said quietly, opening his eyes and lowering his hands. His anger burned quietly, heard only in the undertone of his voice. We all turned towards him, listening to the monk as he spoke. "Too many have already been lost. We must end this- once and for all."
Inuyasha nodded at that, determination burning in his golden gaze. "Yeah," He said, glaring into the direction of the castle, "let's go. You guys might want to get ready- there's a nasty smell up ahead."
"Smell?" Kagome asked, confused. He nodded.
"Yeah. I think it might be Kagura."
Oooh, that's not good. Sango pulled away and readied her weapon, marching forward. I took a shaky breath and pet Kirara in an attempt to ease my anxiety, the cat demon following after her. Together the group moved onwards, marching past the debris and crumbling buildings. I had a bad feeling that a lot of the town was destroyed by miasma, rather than just demons attacking. Did that mean… everyone inside the castle was dead as well? The samurai were certainly goners, but… Otoki…
No. I wouldn't think about it.
Even if her brother didn't survive… she must have. I can't accept otherwise. I won't. I didn't want to recall all the people we spoke to, their laughter and speeches, the anger some showed towards us for our weird appearances and our demonic friends, but it was difficult not to. The silence was deafening and I found myself glancing at the windows, remembering how it all used to be.
I was slowly getting used to all the violence, but this… was a straight up massacre. It was different. Miroku offered prayers for all those we passed by, promising to give a proper burial later, acting like the monk he always claimed to be. Inuyasha cursed Naraku's name and readied his sword when we approached the castle entrance, seeing who was there waiting for us.
The burn seemed to have finally healed from the female demon's face, allowing her to show off her true beauty once more. Kagura was completely unscathed now, showing no signs that she had ever been injured by me or Kirara. Anger swelled up inside of me at the sight of her, recalling all the terrible things she's done. The woman's red lips tilted upwards into a smile, taunting us. "Well, well," She purred, tapping her fan against her chin, "you finally showed up. I was about to fall asleep."
"Kagura…" Inuyasha growled. "Did you come to die?"
"Only in your dreams. I just knew that if I waited here… you would eventually come." The demon said, watching unfaltering as Kagome drew her bow. The middle schooler notched an arrow and aimed at the sorceress, her dark glare promising an unwanted end to the demon's life if things did not go to plan. "Oh?"
"You're not getting Irene's soul!" Kagome told her, shouting across the field. "I don't know what you or that… Anastasia… wants with it, but you can't have it!"
My head raised up and I turned towards Kagome in surprise. It felt so odd having someone so much younger than me act so strong, so protective, and even stranger knowing that it was simply because she cared so much about me. I always felt like such a burden, but she never treated me as such. Kagome fought and stood up for me, doing all she could to keep back any danger.
"If you even think about taking it I'll send this arrow right through your heart!"
Kagura opened her fan upon hearing that, eyes narrowing coyly. "Is that so? How interesting. Go right ahead; it's not as if I have one that you can touch."
"What!?" Inuyasha growled. "The hell does that mean!? Weren't you born with a heart?"
"None of your business." She responded, irritated by the current conversation. "All you need to know is that I'm here for the girl."
"I'm telling you right now, lady," I began uncertain, looking around nervously as if expecting that white-haired demon to show up again, "my soul really isn't all that great. You won't like it!"
"Whether I like it or not doesn't matter. It's just a soul." Kirara's muscles tensed, the cat demon hunching down as if ready to leap into the air and out of the way. My fingers dug into her fur, fear slowly rising to the surface and mixing with the frustration that I felt. When was she going to attack? My anxiety was all over the place right now. "But I'm under orders to capture you… and you walked right into my trap. So tell me, Irene, are you going to give yourself up willing?"
How I wanted to hurt this woman. I felt awful for having these thoughts, of wishing to cause harm to others, but I seriously disliked her and her creator. "What do you even get out of this, Kagura!?" I asked, voice cracking as I raised the volume of which I speaking. The emptiness of this village reeked with the scent of death, only fueling the fire raging within. "H-How come you just do whatever Naraku says!?"
Something I said must have triggered her rage, because Kagura's red eyes were furious. She scoffed, opening her fan and hiding the lower half of her face. "What he says?" She echoed, eyebrows knitting together as she scowled. "It's not as if I have a choice. Now I don't know about you, but I'm getting rather tired of this conversation. How about we end it here?" Kagura lifted her fan out to the side, extending her arm, and thrust it upwards. "Dance of Blades!"
The wind picked up and before long several glowing arcs appeared, flying through air. I yelped when they all headed towards me, barely keeping hold of Kirara's fur when she shot upwards. The cat demon dodged the blast easily, letting out an angry roar in response to being attacked. Inuyasha lunged, a battle cry ripping out from his throat, the half-demon charging straight at the wind sorceress. Kagura laughed as his his blade hit hard against a blue force field, bouncing against it and sending him flying back.
"You can't touch me while this barrier stands!" She boasted, grinning widely. "Anastasia has given me a barrier rock to protect myself from your pathetic attacks. You have no hope of winning."
"If they're so pathetic how come you need it, huh!?" Inuyasha demanded. His eyes flickered up and he blinked, seeing the way green flames were dancing along the outline of my body. The half-demon shifted his stance, moving a little more on the defensive when he figured out what was about to happen. "Your barrier won't last long, Kagura! Just wait and see!"
Kagura raised her fan above her head, narrowing her gaze at him. "The only thing you'll see," she said coldly as several corpses rose from the huts, crashing through the rooftops to reveal themselves, "is my Dance of the Dead."
To my horror the bodies raised to the sky, twirling about and creating a whirlwind of blood and bones that threatened to destroy the entire town and all of us. Several particularly sharp bones that whipped through the air nicked me and Kirara, cutting the cat demon's legs and slicing my left cheek and arm.
"Look out!" Shippō screamed, clinging tight to Miroku's arm as the monk ran for it. The fox demon watched over his shoulder as the cyclones whirled around, tearing deep into the earth and ripping apart all it came into contact with. Sango tossed her hiraikotsu at Kagura, allowing the weapon to swirl through the air, and then jumped back to avoid oncoming debris. Her brown eyes were alight with fear. "We're gonna be crushed!"
"Forgive me for this, departed!" Miroku said quickly. He turned on his heel and stopped running, pulling the prayer beads off his right hand with great haste. "Everybody stand back! Wind Tunnel~!"
There was nothing that could have prepared me for the even stronger wind that reached through the air, pulling in all that was near. I had never seen Miroku's curse in action until now, only hearing stories of it and seeing the aftereffects of him getting poisoned, but this… was truly fearsome. As Kirara moved around, roaring every time she got cut or nicked by bones, trying to avoid the whirlwinds, I could make out bits and pieces of the monk sucking all the dead bodies and debris in. The cat demon didn't even have to dodge anymore once it got passed a certain point, flying high enough away to avoid being dragged into the wind tunnel and allowing me to squint- watching as his right hand swallowed up all that threatened it.
He looked pained to have his curse devour the deceased, yet there was no choice. Everyone would have been killed by the cyclones had he not. We were all bleeding from some sort of wound caused by the damage Kagura had dealt.
And I hated it.
The green pentagram formed at my feet, beneath where Kirara was flying, the flames dancing in midair.
Sango caught her hiraikotsu as it doubled back, taking several steps away and leaping to the side to avoid an oncoming onslaught of wind blades. "Inuyasha, we need to get rid of the barrier!"
"I'm aware of that!" He snapped back, jumping onto a nearby rooftop as Kagura's wind crashed into the ground right where he had been standing before. The half-demon growled and ran across the tiles, escaping several more attacks. "Hurry it up, Irene!"
Freaking- can't he tell I'm trying!? These things take time! I'm not a professional summoner; honestly, sometimes I want to smack him. I had to remind myself he was still a child, the half-demon technically only fifteen years of age despite the whole being sealed to a tree thing. "I'm workin' on it!" I shouted at him with a pout, wheezing a little from how loud I had to speak. It would be so nice if I could just move and run about like a normal person. Urgh. "Back off, will ya!?"
I missed being able to talk peoples' ears off. Whenever I had to babysit my cousin's kid he always got so upset when I told him I couldn't run around and play with him. The sight of a child being so heartbroken hurt. I'm not even sure why I'm remembering this right now; was it because of Juzo? The child's corpse that I saw in the water back by the bridge…
Damn it. The flames grew brighter and Kagura raised her head, watching with wide eyes as a large fiery green eagle appeared. It barreled straight towards her and seeing this she reacted- waving her fan through the air. "I don't think so!" The blades danced towards the spirit, ready to disrupt it, only to phase straight through the creature. I let out a squeak and Kirara moved to the left, narrowly avoiding the wind. The female incarnation yelled and stumbled back when the Shikigami penetrated the barrier, breaking through it with ease. "What!?"
"Ha…" I whispered, grinning weakly for a moment before I fell forward, collapsing against the cat demon's back. Kirara let out a worried roar, craning her neck to look at me. "D-Did it…"
I watched through bleary vision as the eagle flapped its wings, dissipating the barrier, Kagura standing there in shock. She stumbled sideways to avoid Inuyasha's sword, the half-demon wasting no time in jumping from the rooftop to swing at her with full force. "How is this possible!?" She demanded, swinging her fan desperately. Several more skeletons flew at Inuyasha. "How did you destroy my barrier!?"
Struggling to push myself up, I stopped at just the right angle to get a good look at the incarnation. A tired smile spread across my lips, something about her alarm causing me to feel rather smug. "I wasn't gonna… let you… take my soul. Moron."
Kagura huffed and quickly plucked a feather out of her, dodging another swing of the tetsusaiga. She leapt back to avoid an arrow Kagome shot at her and the sorceress landed elegantly on the arch in front of the castle entrance, staring down at us coldly. She swung her fan and closed it, bringing all the dead to a halt, causing them to collapse upon the earth. Everyone shouted as they moved to avoid the falling bones and debris, and for a split second I swore Kagura's eyes met mine.
"I suppose keeping you alive a little longer won't hurt… Hmph."
She threw the feather in the air and jumped on it, flying away and making her escape. Inuyasha ran after her, screaming at the woman to come back. "Wait, damn it! We weren't finished with you!" The half-demon waved his sword at her, trying to get her attention, but Kagura was long gone. Inuyasha scowled and stared for a moment longer before sheathing his sword, irritated. "What the hell was that for…?"
"I don't know," Kagome said with a frown, "but it doesn't look good. Naraku must have sent her after us. Why did she just give up like that though? It doesn't make sense."
"Irene!" I heard Sango shouting and Kirara moved down, attracted by the sound of her voice. "Are you alright!? Why did you use the Shikigami again; you know it wears you out! You should have let Inuyasha break the barrier this time!"
"Everything… wears me out." I retorted, tired eyes meeting her own. My fingers were barely holding on to the cat demon's fur, feeling almost numb. "Kagura just… makes me angry."
The rest of the gang walked over and I winced when I felt a fist bump against the top of my head. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Inuyasha frowned at me. "Next time let me take care of it, okay? Don't waste your energy like that, stupid."
What!? He was the one yelling at me to hurry up and cast the spell! Hypocrite.
"Now, now," Miroku moved, pushing Inuyasha's hand away to rest his hand on hair, petting me as if I were some kind of dog. I made a face, yet said nothing as he continued, "Irene did a fine job. If we acted faster we might have been able to defeat Kagura once and for all. But since we didn't… Naraku will soon know that we have a way to break his barrier."
"So what?" Inuyasha demanded of the monk, glaring at him. I was about to sit up and snap at Miroku when I felt his hand move down my back, but I was beaten by Sango who had reached out and snatched his wrist, staring at him a very dark look in her eyes. He laughed nervously, pulling away and stepping to hide behind the half-demon when he saw the threatening aura she was radiating.
"Sorry, sorry! Can't help myself. Haha…"
Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "As I was saying- since there won't be anymore barriers we can get to Naraku easily, whether it's by my sword or Irene's Shikigami! We're unstoppable likes this; what does it matter if he knows or not?"
"We shouldn't get carried away," Sango told him, taking a spot beside me and running a hand comfortingly against my back. My lungs really hurt, but it was nothing compared to the heartache I was desperately trying to ignore. "We have to be careful going ahead, Inuyasha. Kanna might show up at anytime to try and take Irene's soul, and we can't sense her presence."
Shippō nodded his head, climbing onto Kirara and sitting behind me. "Right! We need to be super cautious!"
Inuyasha turned towards the castle, determined. "Whatever. Let's just get going."
Miroku hung his head. "Ever the optimist these days, my friend. Kagome! You ready?"
"Yes!" She ran back to collect the arrows she had shot at Kagura, sticking them into her quiver. "Let's go to the castle!"
When we entered the building there was no wounded soldier asking us to save those who were hiding, nor was there anyone to find. No, they were nowhere to be seen- and the entire castle was torn apart. Ceilings and walls were collapsing in on each other, flooring torn apart, mold spreading along the wood. Cobwebs and insects littered the area, and several passages were blocked by debris. Each step was a hesitant one and we had to travel in a convoluted way just to get to the next few rooms.
And if I looked close enough… I could make out several decaying corpses underneath all the rubble. It was sickening. I curled up against Kirara, arms draped tiredly against her sides. Shippō sat on her head, watching me with worried green eyes as I drifted on the verge of sleep. It felt like that was all I did nowadays; cast a spell, sleep for days on end. Cast a spell, sleep for several more days. It was so exhausting. The few times I did remain awake I ended up having mental or emotional breakdowns of some sort that only left me more weary and caused me to sleep for even longer.
It didn't even feel like I was truly a person anymore.
And, like the ragdoll I was slowly turning into, my eyes closed and I drifted into darkness as the urge to sleep took over. My body was going to give out on me completely if it didn't get rest. I was so tired I slept through even the sounds of battle, Inuyasha and the others fighting multiple demons throughout our trek in the castle.
"Help me…"
My eyelashes fluttered and I mumbled, confused at what I heard. The voice sounded so familiar. It was young, too.
"It hurts… I'm scared…"
Was it a girl's voice? Where was it coming from? I groggily opened my eyes and blinked away the sleepiness, seeing that we were heading up a staircase. Something glinted against the reflection of Inuyasha's sword and I paused, turning to see what it was. "Wha…?"
The group paused, hearing me speak up. "What is it?" The half-demon asked curiously. "Something wrong?"
Oh, always. Yet… this felt different. Eyebrows knitting together, I let go of Kirara's fur and leaned down some. "I saw a thing."
"Huh?" Kagome looked deeply confused. "What did you see?"
"I dunno." I answered honestly, frowning. My body felt weird- like an invisible force was trying to tug away at it. Deciding to go with the sudden sensation I slid off of the cat demon's back, moving up to the step just below where Inuyasha was standing. The half-demon watched with furrowed brows as I knelt down. "I just…"
My hands were so small- ridiculously so. They fit between the cracks of the staircase perfectly and I reached down, wiggling my fingers until they latched around what was felt like a pointy stick.
"Save me."
My breath hitched in my throat and I almost dropped the item. What was that? Did I hear a voice just now? I think I was imagining things; I was still so tired after all. I shook the thoughts away and made to pull my hand out, struggling a little with the strange object. When I finally retrieved it and was able to see what it was a lump formed in my throat, a stinging sensation forming in my eyes.
"N-No…"
The stick was broken in half and the paint was covered in blood, but the object was unmistakable. It was the pinwheel Juzo had made for his sister Otoki.
Sango looked down, closing her eyes sorrowfully. It was as if she expected this. "She must not have made it out of the castle…"
"What? Who didn't make it?" Kagome hurried down the steps, alarmed. "What's going on? What did Irene find!?"
"Th-The pinwheel, it's…" I showed it to her with shaky hands. It wasn't as if I was foolishly believing she had made it out; I knew it was impossible for the girl to have survived. I was merely pretending, clinging to a false hope that she might have made it. "It's the one Juzo made. O-Otoki is… she's… she's gone."
Why did I even try and make myself think otherwise? I knew the truth.
No one else survived, so why would she? This world isn't so kind.
Damn it all. Her brother had handed this to me and I had promised to give it to her. We found her by the tower and, handing her this pinwheel, we said we would help her. We told Otoki that if she made it downstairs to the samurai she would be able to escape the castle. That if she did that… she would be safe.
But Otoki wasn't safe. She never was.
We had lied to her. Naraku overwhelmed us and murdered the samurai, and after we were forced to leave he destroyed the town. All that was left were corpses and collapsed buildings- even the beautiful pond water was polluted. Everyone that lived here was gone.
And Otoki, the girl who had been so relieved and happy to hear that her younger brother was doing alright, was dead.
"You don't mean that Otoki, do you?" Kagome asked, shaken. "The one that we found…"
"M-Maybe she just dropped it while she was running away?" Shippō tried to suggest.
We really caused her death, didn't we? All these people… because of our incompetence when facing Naraku. What fools we were.
My fingers were numb as they dug into my pocket and I couldn't even feel what I had grabbed. I just knew they wrapped around something, and as I struggled to unlatch the rescue with one hand I raised the medicine to my mouth and inhaled as best as I could, dropping it and clamping my hands over my mouth and nose to stop myself from exhaling. It was so incredibly painful- my insides felt like they were on fire. My heart pounded so loud and fast that it actually seemed to slow down.
When it felt like I could handle it no more and was on the verge of actually passing out I let go and breathed- only to erupt into several hard coughs after. I was so tired and dizzy. My skull felt like it had been smashed against bricks repeatedly. It was as if there were gravel in my throat.
"I-I told her… t-to be… be safe…!" I squeezed my eyes shut and dug the fingers of my left hand deep into my chest, so much so it started to physically hurt. The pinwheel was a cruel reminder. "She was supposed to be safe!"
The tears burned like acid. I had my back facing the others, unable to look at them.
"Wh-Why…?"
Arms wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me close in an embrace. I didn't reciprocate the hold, instead clinging tightly to the broken pinwheel. "There's still a chance she made it." Sango said quietly, trying to calm me down. Shippō darted over and picked up my fallen rescue inhaler, moving over and climbing on my lap, trying to hold it out to me. I had only used one puff. "Let's finish taking your medicine and find her after we defeat Naraku, okay? I'm sure she's safe."
Miroku looked at Sango uncertainly and she shook her head, but said nothing out loud. I stared at them lifelessly, knowing full well the demon slayer was telling falsities to try and calm me down. Otoki's blood was on this pinwheel. She was dead.
Where her body lied, however, was another matter.
I took my inhaler from Shippō and used it once more, able to hold my breath a bit easier this time despite the burning sensation, and I proceeded to climb back onto Kirara with Sango's help. Shippō sat with me, keeping me company as we went up the staircase to the next floor. The entire time I kept my gaze locked on the pinwheel, watching it spin crookedly from the movement.
No matter what it takes… I'll help make sure Naraku is dead.
I couldn't save her, but I can sure as hell avenge her.
We had managed to make it to the other side of the castle, ready to head up the final floor and take down Naraku, but it was blocked by debris. The group had to make a roundabout trip onto the rooftop where there was a large hole in the wall, and we had to climb through it to get into the east end of the castle. There we were about to head into the next main area, only… buzzing around and keeping guard of it… were the Saimyōshō.
"There are so many of them!" Kagome exclaimed. She looked at everyone worriedly, grabbing her bow. "If we continue on this path Naraku will find us first!"
"We'll have to find another way." Miroku observed. Inuyasha scoffed and turned his head, irritated.
"Damn it all…"
We ended up having to go back over the roof and into the west side again. Heading downstairs it took almost thirty minutes to return to the front entrance on the first floor where we entered into the east hall. There were no staircases except one that led down into a garden filled with pyrethrum flowers and rocks.
"This damn place is a maze!" Inuyasha growled, kicking at a wall. Miroku and Kagome tried to calm him down, but he was furious. "Naraku just had to go and destroy everything, didn't he!? Now we can't even get to him!"
"Just hold on a moment, Inuyasha." Sango said, walking towards one of the flowers. She had a strange look on her face, showing intense thought. I stared at her tiredly from my spot on the cat demon's back, confused. "These flowers… they're pyrethrums."
"Yes, yes, they're very pretty." He huffed. "Admire them later. We have a job to do."
She rolled his eyes at them. Miroku stepped away from the half-demon, intrigued by the young woman's behavior. "What is it, Sango?"
The demon slayer knelt down, plucking the flower from the ground. "It is a very beautiful flower, but… burning it will create a smoke that will target the nervous systems of insects. Irene will have to wear my mask so she doesn't get bothered by it, but…" She looked up, smiling at us. "It could kill the Saimyōshō."
Inuyasha looked quite pleased to hear this. "Then what are we waiting for!? Grab several of them!"
"Yes!" Kagome agreed, running over and already plucking several flowers. "If we can get rid of the poisonous insects we can go back through that one area!"
"Alright." Sango stood, carefully placing the flowers into the sleeve of her kimono. "Let's do this."
And with that we made our way back to the front entrance, through the west hallway, up several staircases, and back through the rooftop for a third time. It took another half hour, maybe even longer, to return to the area where the bugs were buzzing about. I once again became grateful to Kirara, even if it was while I was on the verge of falling back asleep. Hiding by the corner, Sango pulled out a small plate from underneath her shoulder guards, and then she took off her mask and handed it to me.
I couldn't tell if the mask was supposed to be a respirator or a gas mask, but either way it would help block out the stench. It took a few seconds, but I managed to tie it behind my head and wear it. It was working surprisingly well already, clearing my lungs and filtering the air around me, making it easier to breathe. My eyes closed and I leaned forward, slumping against Kirara. This felt so nice; unlike the one I used back home this mask didn't give me a headache.
With Shippō's help starting a fire, Sango held her sleeve over her face to block out the smell. She began to fan the smoke towards the Saimyōshō, the burning flowers creating a terrible stench that I, thankfully, could not smell. I only knew it was bad because of a certain half-demon's reaction to it. Kagome turned, looking at him worried. "What's wrong, Inuyasha?"
Inuyasha was about to throw up. "It's awful. Eugh…" He covered his nose, trying not to gag. "So gross."
"Sorry…" I apologized, seeing the way he was reacting. If this mask wasn't helping me so much I might have been nicer and offered it to him. "Hang in there. I believe in you…"
"He really has a sensitive nose, doesn't he?" Shippō asked, poking his head out from behind me to look at his friend. "I hope when I'm older my nose isn't as bad as his."
"Yes." Miroku grinned. "If you had a keen sense of smell you might not be standing as close to it as you are."
"Look!" Sango suddenly exclaimed. Several of the Saimyōshō had fallen down, unable to fly any longer as the toxins from the smoke attacked their nervous system. "I think it's working!"
"Th-Then let's… go…!" Inuyasha gagged, stumbling forward. His face was practically buried in his kimono sleeve. "Ooooh, I'm gonna be sick… ugh."
"There, there." Kagome patted his shoulder, nose covered as well. Sango quickly stepped on the fire to put it out. This mask was seriously amazing. How long has the demon slayer had it? I wondered if she could make me one. All her armor was built from demon bones and she told me a while ago that she made the battle gear herself.
The path forward seemed a little less clear than before, but with the Saimyōshō dead it was easier to navigate. Unfortunately, any clear path up to the tower was blocked by debris so we had to maneuver through several more hallways and rooms, taking messy pathways to get to the next staircase. All the demons we encountered just made it worse. As we entered the next room something caught my attention and I released Kirara's fur, causing the cat demon to stop. A strange whispering was filling my ears.
"Uh, guys…? Look!"
Inuyasha held his sword out towards the people that were approaching, amber gaze locking onto their armor. So many strangers stood in this room with us, walking so slowly. It was hard to tell in this darkness, but it almost looked like some were limping. "The hell-? They're all over the place!"
"I think they're heading towards us." Miroku said, reaching out with his staff and waving it ahead of him to ward of any evil. A faint light came from the circular part of his staff, illuminating the room and allowing us to get a better look at the people. A strange black mist was coming off their bodies and their armor… it was red. "Are they working for Naraku? Their flesh is completely decayed!"
Oh gods. I think I recognize some of these people. It was hard to tell because some of the faces were misshapen, yet upon closer inspection to the kimonos they were wearing underneath the armor… and the hair color… frick; I think I'm going to be sick. They were the samurai that helped us before and this time they weren't just not alive.
They were undead.
"It hurts…!"
My shoulders tensed and my breath caught in my throat, eyes growing wide. No one else seemed to hear the voices crying out, pleading with the world to be saved.
"Why did this happen!? I can't control my body…"
They were scared. I could hear it; their soul's pained weeping. Why? Was I going insane or did this have something to do with the Shikigami? Either way it wasn't pleasant and we were face-to-face with my worst nightmare. I had one supernatural fear and this was it. I had no idea how things worked in this world, but I really didn't want to find out.
I could feel the goosebumps crawling along my skin, showing how scared and disturbed I was by what was happening. Perhaps I finally broke and that was why I was hearing things. Inuyasha stepped forward, raising his sword high into the air and getting ready to swing.
"Don't hurt us!"
The hair on my neck stood on end and I freaked, reaching out as if to grab onto the half-demon's sleeve. "W-Wait! Inuyasha, those are the samurai!"
"What!?" He froze mid-swing, ear twitching as he listened to my words. Inuyasha's eyes widened and he focused on the soldiers, realizing at once what he almost did to them. I could hear the voices screaming, begging for us to help them or run. It was as if there was an imaginary knife twisting in my chest, their cries reaching deep into my bones. "Are you serious?"
"It is them!" Kagome exclaimed, horrified. "What did this to them!?"
"That doesn't make any sense!" Sango protested, taking a step back as the corpses neared. "They all died!"
"They are dead." Miroku stated, confirming all our suspicions. "But some strange power is making them move… and I don't think it's Kagura this time. This feels different from her Dance of the Dead."
"O-Okay?" I questioned, trying desperately to ignore the sounds I was hearing. They were so unnerving and eerie, and it made hard to focus. How could I try and come up with a decent plan while panicking over the fact that zombies were heading right towards, when suddenly voices are filling my head and making me dizzy. Feeling like I was going to suffocate, I lowered the mask and inhaled. "So… So what do we do!? Th-They're getting closer!"
"They're aware of us!" The monk shouted, clearly staring to panic himself. He pushed Sango back and urged Kagome to move with his staff, focusing his gaze on the half-demon. At least ten more zombies had entered the room during this. "We'll be surrounded soon! We have to run!"
"Keh!" Inuyasha scoffed at that and got ready to charge. "Are you kidding!? We can just fight our way out!"
"We can't! Don't do it, Inuyasha!" Kagome quickly rushed over and grabbed his arm, attempting to stop him. The fearful cries of the undead filled my mind and I squeezed my eyes shut, leaning over and bringing my hands up to my head. It hurt so much! Not just my heart, but my skull! It felt like it was starting to overflow with so many undead in here. Shippō looked at me in alarm.
"Irene, what's wrong!? Your nose is bleeding!"
Sango whirled around, eyes wide. "What's happening!?"
It hurts. I can't take much more of this. "Save us. I want to go home."
"My wife… I want to see her…"
"It's so cold and dark. My body feels like it's burning. Help…"
"I'm scared!"
"Don't hurt us! Please!"
My teeth ground together and I choked, fingers digging into my hair. "Make it stop… just shut up…" They're causing this pain. My brain felt like it was going to implode from within my skull. "L-Leave me alone…! Get out of my head!"
"What's in your head?" Sango reached out, cupping my face and trying to get me to look at her. "Irene-!"
These samurai helped us before, stubbornly refusing to head home to save those that were still in the castle. They entrusted Naraku's demise to us- this town to us- and we failed them all. Now they were cursed to wander and kill, their spirits trapped in their own dead bodies. It was as if Naraku and Anastasia were torturing them, leaving them self-aware. Kirara let out an angered roar and moved, startling Shippō and causing the fox demon to fall off her head. He bounced on the ground and squeaked when he landed near an undead, hurriedly making his way over to Miroku.
The group was very close to being cornered.
"No arguing!" Miroku shouted, slowly being pushed towards the other side of the room, Shippō on his arm. Sango was beside them, while Inuyasha, Kagome, Kirara, and I were by the west door. "We'll be killed if we stay like this! The corpses must be able to smell our vitality; if we separate they'll have trouble finding us!"
"You're right!" Sango said, narrowing her eyes and taking note of their sluggish pace. "They seem to be moving pretty slow."
"Fine." Inuyasha stepped forward, pushing Kagome behind him. "I'll stall them while you guys go on ahead!"
"But our weapons won't work on the dead!" Kagome protested. "You'll be in danger, Inuyasha!"
"So what? I'll be right behind you! Just go!"
Miroku looked back over his shoulder at everyone. "Meet up at the castle tower! Travel in no more than groups of two, got it!? Good luck!"
My head… it's splitting. I felt so dizzy, the world around me starting to spin as the blood gushed from my nose and ears. Even my sight began to darken and it took a second for me to realize the tears I was crying were actually blood. "Wait!" Kagome began, fearful. "What about-"
She never finished her sentence, being forced to run off when Inuyasha gave her a hard shove to avoid her being swarmed by the walking dead. The last thing I saw of them was Inuyasha charging at the samurai and the regret on Kagome's face, the girl running for her life.
I fell forward onto Kirara's back when we picked up speed, the cat demon flying off the ground and charging out the doorway. So many zombies were outside- I couldn't even count them. I wasn't able to. I was so overwhelmed by voices and pain and sickness; the very world around us started to go black. I was briefly aware of us encountering zombies in one of the rooms and then demons sometime downstairs, but I couldn't move.
My body was completely limp.
I remember Kirara roaring, moving to avoid something. What exactly it was I couldn't recall, for the next thing I knew the cat demon was nuzzling my face as the world grew silent once more. I succumbed to sleep, giving into my own weakness, and when I awoke... she was gone. As it turns out, I was hiding behind some rubble on the first floor... inside one of the northern rooms? Something wet was tickling my face and I turned, staring dazed at the calico cat that was licking the blood off my cheek.
"Mrrow." What…? That was the same cat from the old temple and Tsuzumi Village. How did it get in here? Should it not be dead? All the other creatures were killed. "Meow."
I sniffled and raised a hand up to my head, cringing, and made to sit up. Pain wracked my right shoulder and I hissed, snapping a hand up to press against it. How did it get cut? Gods, that was a pretty deep gash. Ooooh, I feel sick. At least I was breathing clear; this mask was doing miracles. Where are the others though? I looked around the room, frowning when I saw none of them were nearby. What happened to Kirara? Pulling off the mask I shakily stood, glancing around. I didn't like how quiet it was.
"Kirara-?" She was nowhere to be seen. "Kirara!"
The cat let out a mew and walked forward, pressing his side against my leg.
"N-Not right now. Frick. No, no, no, no."
Where was she? I remember entering the one room and being surrounded by the undead, and us splitting up. Everything after that was a blur. I took a shaky breath and brought my hands down, placing them against my side and standing still for a few moments. It was then I noticed one of my pockets felt particularly lacking in an object. Otoki's pinwheel.
Where did it go!?
I fumbled about trying to locate it, but the only thing I could see was the strange calico cat that appeared to be following me all over the place. It was becoming a bit too coincidental for my liking, especially since it wasn't killed with the rest of the animals. Did it appear after the slaughter or…?
"Oh, come on~!" I knelt down and picked up the cat, not intent on leaving it behind like I did last time, regardless of how strange it was. For several minutes I wandered the room in a desperate attempt to find the pinwheel. I wasn't sure why I felt so protective of the pinwheel all of a sudden, but it had so many emotions and memories linked to it. I couldn't just let it go. "Where!?"
"Scared…"
"Hah!" I yelped, whirling around. "Not again! Nope!"
"It's dark…"
I quickened my pace, heading outside the room. I looked at both sides trying to figure out which way to go, determining which way would lead to the tower safely. I went left, walking as fast as I could without getting dizzy. There was no way I was going to be eaten today; I refused. All I wanted was to find the pinwheel and reunite with my friends. Zombies were not of my list of things to deal with today.
It wasn't as if they were the single most terrifying supernatural thing on the face of this planet. No, sir. I'm not scared of them- not at all. Nope. Deep breaths; don't think about it. Eugh.
I was about to enter the next room when I heard a bark. My eyebrows knit together and I turned, confused as to why there would a dog nearby. That was when I saw it- faint and glowing red, the giant pup resting atop a pile of rubble in the middle area. It was the Shikigami that Old Man Kakuju said was my familiar. Did I summon it by accident? How come I didn't notice?
It barked again to catch my attention, trying to get me to follow it. I hesitated before doing so, deciding to trust it. Carefully cradling the cat in my arms, I climbed over the banister and stepped onto the splintered wood and fallen rocks. The bottoms of my feet were so rough from a near two months walking without shoes, so it didn't hurt as much as it should have. I felt quite powerful as I maneuvered my way around the debris. Pushing some wood to the side, I neared the dog. Looking at the animal closely I noticed that it's ears reminded me of someone I knew. I really have to ask Kagome later to bring some kind of dog catalog with her next time because I needed to know what breed this dog was. It was bothering me so much.
"Y-You find something, boy?"
He barked. Then the dog turned and began to press his nose into the rubble, pawing away at some stone. I knelt down beside the giant puppy and reached out to help, eyes widening when I saw what he was trying to show me. I gasped.
"The pinwheel!"
The dog let out a happy bark and I tucked the item into my pocket, grinning at the Shikigami. I carefully held the cat with one arm, the animal crawling up onto my good shoulder, and I reached down to smother the dog in pets.
"Awww, you're such a good boy, aren't you? Thank you for helping me! Awww." His ears perked up happily and he leaned into my touch, tail wagging excitedly. "You like them chin rubs, don't you? Yes, you do! Daaaw, talk about good ear scratches! Gasp! Do you want your tummy rubbed? You want that tummy rubbed, yes! Such a good pupper!"
As I was in the process of rubbing his belly the dog let out a very happy bark and vanished into sparks, his job done for now. I giggled and stood, greatly amused by this. I was a cat person, but dogs always liked me more for some reason. Having one for a familiar just sort of proved it.
"Okay! You ready, kitty?" I looked at him. The cat mewed. "Then let's go find the other-aaah!" Something reached out of the rubble and wrapped around my ankle, pulling me down. The scream that ripped out of my throat was one of pure, unadulterated fear, and I thrashed like a mad man. I kicked at the red-armored arm that was trying to pull me down and continued to screech. "Get off me, get off me, get off me, get off me! Gaaah!"
Flames lit up along my body and turned bright white, burning away at the hand that had hold of me. In my head I could hear someone else screaming, a man, and it made me greatly dizzy, but I ignored it in favor of survival.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry- not today! N-Not doing this today!" I scrambled up onto my feet and tripped, stumbling over words and wheezing for air. I couldn't breathe in my panic, too desperate and scared to get away. My fingers got splintered and my feet were bleeding from some sharp nails that were on the ground as a result, and the cat was digging its claws into my back to keep hold as I ran and climbed over the banister. "Z-Zom… Zombies! S-Sangooo!"
I would run on shattered glass if it meant getting away. If they couldn't hear me or smell my blood, then what did it matter? I was getting out alive one way or another.
"Sango! Sango, heeeelp!"
Where was she!? I can't do this on my own! I'm the squishy wizard of the group, damn it!
Running was a stupid, horrible decision and I should not have done it. I was already getting dizzy from the nosebleed that occurred when I could hear the voices again. They were in such agony; it was maddening. And it didn't help that I was gasping desperately for air, chest heaving as I limped down the hall. I pulled myself into a room, finding black spots dancing in my vision. It was so dark already because it was night and this was just making it worse. I didn't want to find out if I would end up turning into one of them if they scratched or bit me, or ate me alive, but considering what I just wandered into I had a terrible feeling I was about to find out. Dozens upon dozens of undead were wandering the area, turning to look at me with their misshapen and bloody faces. Mouths gaping open, revealing rotten and missing teeth, with fingers and even arms missing from their bodies. Chunks of flesh were gone.
My heart was about to burst out of my chest, though from fright or asphyxiation I wasn't sure. The cat meowed and stared up at me, watching as I hyperventilated and stumbled back. "I-I can't do this… I-I can't…"
Holy mother of all that is good.
Please no.
I began to choke up. There was nowhere to run; I was completely surrounded by them. It wasn't as if I could just turn back either- there were zombies heading this way from that direction too. I could see them coming from the door. My back pressed against the nearest wall, the sob caught in my throat starting to suffocate me. I was so scared. My friends were gone and my worst nightmare has come to life. I couldn't see any escapes either which meant I was about to be turned into their dinner.
Have you ever had terrible thoughts of being eaten alive? Because I have while growing up, constantly traumatized by horror movies, and they were all coming back to me right now and rushing through my mind, all in the most painful and most agonizing ways.
"S-Somebody…" They were so close. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. "P-Please…" My legs gave out and I sunk to the ground, tears blurring my vision. Their cries were filling my ears, the voices of the dead haunting my being and gradually killing me. It was so bad that blood started to pool from my ears, the tears that fell not quite clear as they became tainted with red.
This was all so stupid.
I came all this way to die by these walking dead samurai, who ironically had died trying to help us, and I never even found my sister. What if her corpse was in this castle- what if she was one of them? I can't stand it. I cradled the mask and the calico cat close to my chest, unable to bring myself to look away as the end drew near. There was no way I would survive this time.
"Make it stop. It hurts. I want to die."
I had gotten so lucky in the past because someone would show up- whether it be Inuyasha or Sango, or even Kagome or Miroku. Kirara was missing and it was just me and a random cat, and I didn't have much energy left to use another Shikigami spell. No one could save me this time. Still…
"I-I don't wanna die…" I whimpered, curling into a ball and hugging the cat protectively. My voice was so small and quiet, absolutely trembling with fear. The tears were streaming down my face, burning my skin and staining it crimson. The zombies were inches away, reaching out with their bare hands ready to tear me into shreds. All dignity was long gone. "S-Somebody…!"
This was it. I was going to die.
"I'm sorry."
But then the pain never came.
Instead I watched as a sword came out of nowhere, slashing at the backs of the undead, sending them falling to the ground with several loud thuds. The breath I was holding came out in a strangled sob and I blinked rapidly to clear my vision, eyebrows furrowed as I watched someone I've never seen before slash away at the remaining zombies, not so much as sparing me a glance as he did so. Those that were slain had a strange blue light erupt from their bodies and a whisper filled my ears, the voices gradually quieting and causing the pain in my head to dull.
Was I… seriously alive? Did this person just save me? I was in so much shock I didn't even register how strange his appearance was, and I only snapped out of it when a little green goblin-like demon shouted at me. I jolted, staring at the creature with big eyes. "H-Huh?"
"You're in the way!" He snapped. The goblin waved a staff around- one that was almost too large for him to carry- the object holding two shrunken heads at the top. One belonged to that of a very old man and the other appearing to be a young woman with long black hair. Seriously, how the heck was he able to carry it around with his small stature? "Move it before I kill you, human!"
The cat in my arms hissed at the demon, catching the goblin's attention.
"Ugh!" He grimaced. "Get that beast out of my face; it's disgusting! And in Lord Sesshōmaru's presence no less? The audacity! We should take your life right here!"
"Wh-What?" I was so confused. Why did they save me if they were just going to end my life? I don't understand. The name he said sounded so familiar though. "Um… wait, who was-? Uh. S-Sorry." The goblin wanted me to move. Right. I made to stand up, but my legs gave out on me and I winced, unable to get them to work. "I-"
"Hurry it up! And what's wrong with your face!?"
Not answering his question, I tried to stand once more.
It didn't work.
The stranger walked over then, his long furry boa flowing effortlessly behind him with each step. I knew at once he must be an incredibly powerful demon, though I couldn't help but get distracted by how similar he looked to someone else I knew. This person was so inhumanly gorgeous. If I wasn't already so low on oxygen, I would dare say he was breathtaking. I sniffled and brought a hand up, wiping the blood off my face as best as I could as I took in the sight of the newcomer.
His long silver hair fell down to his knees, neatly brushed and well taken care of, and his bangs parted elegantly in the middle of his forehead to reveal the pale blue crescent moon that marked his skin. The man's long, dark lashes and magenta eye shadow only helped to bring out his amber eyes- which honestly looked more like pools of molten gold. They would be so easy to get lost in. Two violet streaks lined each side of his cheeks and his ears were pointed just enough to show that he wasn't quite human. But even more startling than his beautiful appearance was the regal, confident way he held himself. From the way his sleeves moved when he walked I could only assume he was missing his left arm, the only fingers visible being the ones on his right hand that poked out beneath his kimono sleeve- claws long and sharp, yet somehow appearing manicured. I'm not even sure why I'm paying this much attention to him, but damn he was mesmerizing. If I looked close enough I could see similar violet streaks lining the inside of his wrist.
His white haori was embroidered with red flowers, and over top this was a strange black chest armor almost similar to that of what Kōga wore. His left shoulder was covered with a type of guard that strangely reminded me of Sango's weapon. Was it made out of the bones of other demons? A long yellow sash was wrapped many times around his waist, accented with blue streaks, and it appeared to be holding the sheath of the sword he was using and another blade that was much sharper and larger in size.
Whoever this person was he was not to be messed with. What did that goblin say his name was?
"Y… You… are Sesshōmaru?"
I recognized that name and I hated it.
The man stared down at me, very little emotion showing on his face. I still had no idea who or what the goblin was, but he seemed to be getting even more annoyed with me as he proceeded to stomp his foot on the ground, threatening to beat me with his staff. "I said hurry up, human! Do you have a death wish!? And that's Lord Sesshōmaru! Show some respect! My master has saved your life!"
"S-Sorry…" I wheezed. Unable to actually walk I wound up simply crawling out of the way, watching as the green demon… pulled the wall open? Frick, was that a door this whole time? I could have escaped! "A-Are you kidding me!? Since… when was… that door there!?"
The gremlin stared at me as if I were an idiot. Which, admittedly, I could be a lot of the time. "Since the castle was created? Be grateful you were saved and shut up; we need to hurry to the tower!"
"Tower?" I echoed, realization dawning as they were about to walk away. "Y… You mean with Naraku?"
The majestic silver-haired demon halted in his step, turning to look at me from over his shoulder. I tensed and swallowed down the lump in my throat, feeling my heart dare to skip a beat. He was quite intimidating. Those golden eyes felt like they could see into my very being, reading every weakness and strength as if they were written down on a piece of paper in front of him. It was a calculating gaze, one determining my sense of worth.
The way he spoke sent a chill down my spine, though I wasn't quite sure if that was a bad thing or not. "You know where he is?"
For a moment I hesitated. When I finally opened my mouth to speak the green gremlin hurried back into the room, standing between us and waving the staff around frantically. "L-Lord Sesshōmaru, please, don't bother with that pathetic foreigner! I'll find the path again soon, I promise you! It'll just take a few moments, but then-"
The man narrowed his eyes at the demon and the gremlin went silent, stepping away and bowing his head nervously.
"M-My apologies, M'lord…"
Sesshōmaru focused his attention back on me and I tensed, shakily clinging to the cat and dirtied objects. He was clearly waiting for an explanation, an answer to his question. I had the feeling that this man- this demon- didn't like to talk very much. Even more than that, though, I was certain he was the older brother of someone I knew. Yet if that was the case… why didn't he just let me die?
"I… I was there… b-before." I blinked a couple more times. My body wouldn't stop trembling and I found it hard to meet his gaze, a weird feeling washing over me. I couldn't quite figure out what it was. I needed to calm down. Also- this person was very tall. It didn't help that I was sitting down. "Um. H-He was there the last time I saw him, so… h-he should be there again. I… I can try to… to take you there, i-if you want?"
"What!?" The gremlin screeched. "We don't need the help of a human woman! How do we even know you aren't in league with Naraku!? If a weak mortal like yourself met him you should be dead!"
"Th-That's…" I broke out into several coughs, cringing and leaning over, chest heaving painfully. The cat let out a loud mew and licked my bloody cheek. I had forgotten it was bleeding. I think most of my cuts from Kagura's battle had reopened from all the movement, including my shoulder. That explained why it was aching so badly. I glanced to the side, viewing the fallen samurai with a pained heart. "Th-The samurai… they… they saved me a-and my friends. Wh-When Naraku released his miasma the… the samurai… got us out of the castle, but he... killed them because of that. And now…"
Now they were walking dead.
Their brains still seemed intact, so how were they actually killed? Their heads were attached to their shoulders. I know for a fact that Sesshōmaru slashed at them with his sword, so where are the wounds? The flesh burned when I used the fire before.
When I glanced back up at the man his expression was still hard to read, completely calm and serious despite standing in a castle during the middle of an obvious apocalypse. His eyes narrowed at me. "Why are you after Naraku?" He inquired. It was hard to tell if he was really friend or foe, especially because of how his little servant acted. The way everyone avoided talking about him made this person seem like a bad guy. "What is your relationship with him?"
"He… um… well… i-it's a long story?" There were far too many details and I wasn't sure he wanted to hear them. I wanted to avoid getting on his nerves. "I-I mean, it's… kinda confusing…"
"Then make it short!" The gremlin demand, stomping his foot. "Time is being wasted!"
"S-Sorry…!" I flinched, ducking my head. Talking really hurt and it sucked because my voice was quite loud. "B-Basically, um... he teamed up with this evil l-lady named Anastasia? A-And together they… brought me and my sister here to Japan. B-But I… I don't know where she's at, so… I'm tryin' to… to beat some answers…" My vision blurred and for a moment I thought I was going to pass out. "...some answers… outta him?"
The gremlin squinted at me. "You don't look like you're in the position to beat answers out of anyone."
"Th-That's 'cause…" I forced a closed-eye grin. "I'm the squishy wizard. Obviously. Haha… lungs are… bad."
The mask Sango gave me before seemed to help really well with my lungs. I held it up to my face, inhaling deeply, and waited for my vision to clear before I attempted to stand again. It worked this time, though I wobbled back and ended up staggering right into the wall. Despite how it hurt, I leaned all my weight onto my left shoulder and rested against it.
"S-Summoning spells are… awful." I chuckled and flinched. My chest was burning. "He… He wants my soul for something, too. So… that's a thing."
Sesshōmaru seemed to zero in on the first thing I said, finding that the most curious. "You were brought here through a spell?"
"Y-Yeah. You think… if someone was gonna pull you from another time… they would at least have done their research." I cleared my throat, making a face at how disgusting it sounded. I was so terribly thirsty. My brain wasn't working very well so I didn't really have much control over what I told them, nor was I aware of what exactly I was telling them. The cat struggled in my hold, climbing onto my good shoulder when I moved away from the wall towards the door. Peering outside I didn't see anymore undead, nor did I hear voices. "Gods. Okay. I-I think… we can go?"
My limbs felt so weak and tired- just standing took a lot out of me. I hated it. I glanced back at the silver-haired beauty of a demon, wondering if it would be alright to ask a certain thing. His amber eyes seemed to almost glow in this darkness.
"Do… Do you think…i-if it's not too much to ask…" He wasn't saying anything at all and that made this all the more nerve-wracking. I was terrible with people as quiet as him. It was even worse because he was a demon that could very much kill me with just his pinky finger if he wanted to, and he only had one pinky finger. I could almost make out the resemblance between him and Inuyasha. "If I… If I lead you to the tower, w-will you p… protect me on the way?"
I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, fear coursing through my veins. It really was pure luck and coincidence that this man saved me. I had no doubt that if he hadn't needed to enter that room he would have just let me die. Asking this felt like I was bargaining with the grim reaper. As such I found myself quickly adding on to my sentence, stammering as I did so, in an attempt to defend myself and give a better chance of survival.
"I-I can normally… fight, but…" I shifted my feet, scared that I screwed up. The skin on the bottom was so badly scratched up; my ankles hurt. "I-It'll only be to the tower. A-And I can break barriers! S-So if… if that's a thing… Oh! I can heal, too! I-I might not be able to walk afterwards though." I bit my bottom lip, looking at the ground. It would be a miracle if he didn't slay me now; I really needed to learn how to stop talking. "S-Sorry if… if I'm annoying you."
Stupid. Idiot. I hated being like this- why did I have to talk so much? I wish I had a filter.
I waited for Sesshōmaru to pull out one of his swords and cut me down with them, to end my pathetic life like the villain he supposedly was. Yet that didn't happen and instead he turned his cold gaze towards the hall outside. "Just lead the way."
My head raised, mask lowering, and I looked up at him with wide eyes, hardly able to believe what I just heard. He was sparing me? Was this truly the brother I heard so little about? Surely one who thought humans were insects would not actually agree to protect one? Unless… maybe it wasn't him after all. Perhaps the familiarity was just a coincidence?
Shizu and Shiori flashed through my mind and I thought about Tsukuyomaru. Perhaps… this person in front of me met a special human and they changed his opinion? If it is the Sesshōmaru I was told about, then… maybe he had a change of heart. I liked to think there was good inside of everyone, though Naraku was clearly the exception.
The male demon glanced down at me, seeing how I made no move to walk. He watched as a smile slowly spread across my lips, expression brightening greatly upon hearing those words he spoke. "Right! S-Sorry. Um, he said your name was Sesshōmaru? That's really pretty! I'm Irene."
I felt so much better without the voices filling my head and with the mask clearing my lungs. The castle was extremely moldy this time around, filled with a strange purple mist. I prayed it wasn't residue miasma. I looked down at the goblin, bringing a hand up and petting the cat on my shoulder as we left the room and walked down the hall.
"What about you?" The demon gave me no answer, only sending me the stink eye. I hesitated at that, surprised by the sheer hatred in his gaze, but I didn't let that deter me. If his master was letting me live, then by all means he wouldn't let this racist and/or sexist goblin kill me. "Did… uh, did you guys see any cat demons on the way here?"
I was a little scared to bring it up. Inuyasha didn't get along well with his brother, but did that mean Sesshōmaru knew about his friends? Did he hate them? When was the last time they all saw each other? Would he slaughter me ruthlessly for mentioning them? Maybe if I'm careful and I don't mention any names…
"I… I was with one, but… we got separated and I blacked out. When I woke up she was gone, so…"
The goblin scowled and walked several feet ahead of me, regardless of the fact that he had no idea as to which direction the tower was in. "Are you blind!?" He demanded. "You have one with you right now!"
"I mean, I lost my glasses a while back… so kinda. But no- I said cat demon, dummy." I scratched behind the animal's ear, grinning when I heard him purr. "This is just a normal cat. I thought you demons had great senses of smell? The one I'm looking for is…"
I glanced uncertainly up at Sesshōmaru. He wasn't reacting at all. Thank goodness.
"She has yellow fur with black spots, a-and her eyes are a really nice shade of red. Sort of like a crimson?" The goblin rolled his eyes at me and walked even further ahead, muttering about foreigners and stupid women. He was acting really rude. "You know… I can't tell if you hate me because I'm a human, a female, or if it's because I'm not Japanese."
"How about all three?" The goblin suggested, turning to glare at me. I frowned. He then turned, pointing and angrily waving his arm at me. "Stop walking so close to Lord Sesshōmaru! You disgrace him!"
In all fairness he was the one walking next to me. He could be moving ahead with the gremlin, using those long legs of his to his advantage, but instead he kept pace with my own and allowed me to lead the group through the castle. "Seriously?" This was ridiculous. "You really wanna go that route? Are you so much of a bigot that you won't even tell me your name? There's nothing wrong with being female or a different ethnicity! I wouldn't be here if it wasn't thanks to Naraku, so you can take your-"
Without warning the cat leapt off my shoulder, charging at the goblin with fangs bared.
"-what!?" I lunged forward, trying desperately to catch the animal. "C-Come back!"
The goblin screeched when the cat's claws scratched across his face, tearing into his scaly flesh and causing him to bleed. He tried to hit the cat with his staff when it jumped off, but he missed and the animal dashed away into the unknown. "Cursed felines! I hope you get eaten! Raaah!"
Okay. I know I was angry at him for being a little childish brat, but I hadn't expected this to happen. I didn't intent for him to get hurt. I took a nervous step back, scared that he might now take his anger out on me. Sesshōmaru's expression had darkened, only fueling the anxiety coursing through my veins.
"Th-That really hurt…" The goblin grumbled, tears in his big yellow reptilian eyes. "Damn that cat…"
Before I knew what I was doing I was already making my way over to the wounded demon, acting out of both fear and concern. He was a jerk and sort of deserved to be smacked, but to get cut so badly? That stray was acting way out of hand. "A-Are you okay?" I set the mask down, kneeling beside him and reaching out with my right hand. "H-Here, I can-"
The goblin glared and smacked it away. "I don't need your help, woman! This is all your fault!"
"Well, maybe if you weren't being such a child the cat wouldn't have attacked you!" I retorted, staring him down. "Just shove off, will ya? I'm trying to heal you!"
"I don't need to be healed by the likes of you!"
"If it's my fault the cat attacked, then-" The yelling caused me to become short of breath and I broke into several coughs, wincing as I hacked into my shoulder. "-then I should… h-heal you… to fix it. Frick…"
"You're just an insignificant mortal! Nothing you do can help a demon like-"
Oh my gods, will he just shut up? Irritation washed over me and I gave up on playing nice, fingers dancing with a blue flame as I reached out for his face. The goblin shrieked and tried to smack me with his staff, but I quickly snatched it away from him and willed the flames to heal his cuts. "It doesn't… hurt. It's fine." I told him. The goblin continued to glare daggers at me, stopping only when he felt the injuries gradually fade away. His shoulders slumped as he relaxed, reluctantly leaning into the cool warmth of the flames.
Sesshōmaru observed everything that occurred with a calculating stare, standing in silence.
I thanked the Shikigami for giving me their blessing; they really were so kind, what with them patiently dealing with my greedy self. When the scratches were gone and the flames dissipated, I pulled away and watched as he wiped the remaining blood of his face. "F-Feel… any better?"
"Yes…" He looked uncertainly at me, not understanding why I went out of my way to help him. "What was that?"
Plopping down onto my rear and crossing my legs, I held my hands up with a tired grin. I coughed some more, clearing my throat before attempting to speak. "I-It's, uh… called Shikigami? I-I can communicate with spirits. Sorta. We don't really talk… more as I just ask them for help. It… It wears me out super fast though. O-One of my friends say it's because the spirits are so powerful. I'm always sleeping because of it, haha… ehhh. Your cuts weren't too bad- normally I'm… I'm healing…"
Oooohh, dizzy. My head leaned forward and my eyes closed for a moment, a yawn escaping my lips.
"...worse injuries. Shikigami are… really strong."
Footsteps reached my ears and I lazily moved to the side, glancing up to see Sesshōmaru standing beside us. His piercing gaze bore into mine, the man noticing the way my hands were shaking and how hard it was trying to stay awake. "You needn't have."
"Yeah, I did." I responded, leaning back and closing my eyes.
A nap sounded so good right now. I smacked the ground blindly, fumbling for the mask, and the second my fingers touched it I raised it up to my face and breathed into it. I could already feel it working its magic and I wondered if the reason it worked so well was because of the material it was made out of.
"The cat… it's always showing up where I'm at." I explained quietly, not speaking too loud because of my lungs. "The first demon that I helped kill- the cat was in its temple. Then… in a village where I was almost kidnapped by one of Naraku's people. When I woke up after I got separated from my friends here in the castle and I passed out… it was beside me. I-It feels like it's following me. And the reason why it attacked your friend was because… I was mad at him. So I kinda did need to heal the goblin."
"I'm an imp!"
A grin suddenly spread across my face and I leaned back towards him, victorious. "So now you tell me about yourself. Gonna say your name yet? Or is Sesshōmaru gonna be my favorite?"
"It's Jaken, you wretched human!"
"Jaken?" I blinked at that. "Hmm. Yeah, no… Sesshōmaru is a far prettier name. Still… I'm sorry. That cat shouldn't have done that to you…" A sighed escaped my lips after I apologized. "I wish I knew why it actually ran off like that. I'm sorry."
Forcing myself to stand, I ended up wobbling sideways for a moment before catching my balance. I glanced at the two ends of the hallway up ahead, trying to recall what had happened that led to me being alone with these two. Kirara didn't just abandon me, did she? I thought we were getting along quite well, even if I pulled that stunt in the lake. She always seemed so protective of me. I missed her so much already.
"I hope everyone is okay…" I stepped forward, looking in both directions. "I think… we head left? Yeah."
As we walked I patted my jean pocket for my rescue inhaler and pulled it out, hesitating for a moment. How many hours has it been since I last used it? I really could use a boost right now; my lungs were very much unhappy. Deciding to just do whatever and not bother with the details, I tiredly shook it up and held it to my mouth- inhaling the medicine. I hacked up a storm once I exhaled, staggering forwards, and proceeded to take another puff before sticking the object back in my pocket.
I counted to ten in my head before gasping.
"Okay! Got this."
Just why did my lungs have to worsen over the years? As if having asthma wasn't bad enough, I had to live in a house of extreme smokers for over fourteen years and now I have to use a freaking machine just to function on a daily basis. Worse than that I now have to rely on a random fifteen-year-old girl I met like a month or two ago to supply me with that medicine because some crazy voodoo magic lady and her evil half-demon ally decided they wanted to kidnap me through time and space. Grah.
I could feel the stares boring into my skull from the side and I turned, seeing both Jaken and Sesshōmaru looking at me. "It's… medicine? Helps with my lungs. Because, you know, sickly human?" I moved my head side-to-side in a weird dance move, feeling increasingly awkward by the intensity of their gazes. Sesshōmaru was especially unnerving and I reminded myself that he might actually be a certain half-demon's brother. "I, uh, literally can't function without my medicine. It's... not very fun. But that's life! So! Yeaaah… hey, new area!"
I came to a halt, raising a hand up to my head as I waited for the throbbing in my skull to dissipate so I could think. It was faint, but I think I could hear voices again. It was getting very annoying. I stepped forward and closed my eyes, trying to remember the path my friends and I took.
"We went that way. Then… there, but… that staircase is blocked off?"
Muscle memory.
I could remember the way Kirara's muscles moved with each step she took through the castle and every time she turned. It made it a lot easier recalling the directions, yet… also more complicated at the same time with my eyes open? It was weird. My hands moved with each word I spoke, fingers twitching as I remembered the feeling of her fur. Sesshōmaru stood beside me, patiently waiting for me to give directions and watching my odd movements closely. Him standing there made me anxious, his very presence making me panic and attempting to hurry up the jog through memory lane. "O-Okay, uh… the… the Saimyōshō were that way and… yeah. The smoke. Okay."
I think I knew where to go with this.
The imp, whose name I finally learned was Jaken, looked up at me with curious eyes. His hatred seemed to have dialed down quite a bit for some reason. "What smoke? Did something burn?"
"Hm? Oh, yeah. The Saimyōshō did." I blinked in surprise at the question, answering it easily. "Well… actually we burned a flower which poisoned them and then made them drop to the ground dead, but… same difference. Err… charge!" I pointed down the hallway and began to make my through it, Jaken marching begrudgingly behind me. "It'll take a bit to get to that area anyway, since we have to go upstairs first. It's kind of a maze. I mean, it was a lot bigger before the castle got all damaged and stuff, but now the way up is all funky and some of the staircases are smashed, so we gotta-"
Nothing could have prepared me for the sudden wall that came tumbling down, a large Minotaur demon charging towards me from up ahead. It truly did resemble a bull, even lowing its head in such a way to point its horns at me- ready to rip through my torso and tear out my entrails. Eyes going wide I found myself stumbling back, startled from the abrupt crash. Just as I tripped over my feet and fell back there was a flash of white, Sesshōmaru appearing in front of me faster than I could actually see.
The demon had long-since sheathed his sword, but he didn't let that stop him. His claws flexed as the Minotaur neared and then he ran at it, moving so fast it was hard to keep track of where he was. Next thing I knew the bull demon was in shreds, its organs falling to floor and staining the wood a black-ish color. Sesshōmaru had slain it so effortlessly, hardly moving at all. His cold eyes showed not an ounce of sympathy for the demon he had slain, yet there wasn't any amusement in his gaze either; it was as if it was simply something that needed to be done, a demon in his way that he had to kill, nothing but pure apathy for those standing in his path. Sesshōmaru flicked the blood off his hand and turned, golden gaze focusing on me when he saw I was just sitting there.
Jaken ran over, stars seeming to glimmer around him as he gazed up at his master, cheering him on. "Absolutely dashing, Lord Sesshōmaru! You are unparalleled in power!"
"Th-Thank you…" I was stunned. The man never even hesitated; this person knew exactly what to do, how to do it, and he ended the battle quickly as a result. All the while he did it in the most graceful fashion, moving so beautifully even as blood and entrails fell around him. "You… You're amazing…"
"Can you walk?" Sesshōmaru asked, smooth voice cutting through the tension, speaking to me. He remained where he stood, simply waiting for a response.
Realizing that I was sitting on the dirtied floor, I jolted and snapped my head up. "Uh, I-I think so." Arms out to the side as I staggered into a standing position, I waited for a few seconds before giving him two thumbs up. "Y-Yeah! For now, at least. Um… I-I think we have to go… this way? No, that way!"
I forced myself to walk, moving past him and stepping over the guts of the demon that was slowly disintegrating. He ended that battle faster than anyone I knew. Sesshōmaru was incredible.
And, despite it all, I found myself agreeing with Jaken.
Sesshōmaru really was dashing.
Damn it. I rested a hand against my chest, feeling the racing of my heart, and used the other to hold the mask up to my face. I felt so flustered after that; he was so majestic and impressive. It almost felt nice being protected by him. Frick.
"What was I saying before the demon? I don't remember."
I hadn't really noticed before since I just napped or rode on Kirara's back during the majority of it the last two times I navigated the castle, but it was huge. It was as if I were trying to make my way around High School again, and instead of people giving me the directions I'm the one trying to lead them. As we walked I turned my attention to Sesshōmaru, staring up at him curiously. Despite his longer legs he continued to match my pace, allowing me to lead him and Jaken to the tower. It really did leave me as a mess- this powerful person relying on me. He was so tall; it only added to the intimidating aura he gave off. I recalled all the warnings I was told about Inuyasha's older brother, about how they didn't get along and the snippets of backstory I was given from our time in the bat demon village. Did Sesshōmaru really try to kill him at one point for being a half-demon? I was afraid to ask.
But… the more I watched him… the less certain of that I became.
"You don't seem like a bad person."
His golden eyes turned to me and I jumped, realizing I said that out loud.
"I-I-I mean, a lot demons I meet are always trying to kill humans, you know!? Heck, the... the one time there was a good demon he ended up getting killed by his dad because he fell in love with a human, and then me and my friends ended up killing that guy because he was a jerk a-and then we headed here to the castle where we got separated! Which probably really doesn't matter to you and you don't care one way or another! You might hate humans, you might not; I'm still alive out of sheer luck! I don't know you. And I'm fully aware of the fact that if you didn't enter that one room you probably would have left me to die, but-"
Oh gods, I need to shut up. The words kept coming out and they wouldn't stop. I was so nervous and scared and flustered- so many things were mixing together.
"-b-but, I mean, like, you know! On a scale of jerk-to-super-nice-person I think you're somewhere in the middle of that?"
I was digging myself a grave and I knew it. Why hasn't he slain me already?
"That's a good thing though! If someone as incredibly powerful as you was evil then the entire world would already be enslaved or something by now! Maybe even destroyed! So, like, you're great! Be you! Be your wondrous self, you… demon lord… person!"
I want to curl in a corner and cry now. The second the last few words left my mouth I lowered my head and brought a hand up to my face, shoulders sagging as regret and humiliation sunk in. Why was I allowed to speak?
"...I'm sorry… please don't kill me."
"Hn." Oh, thank you for your mercy. "Which way to the tower?"
"R-Right!" I coughed and raised the mask to my face, clearing my throat and looking around. "This way, sir demon lord! Hopefully that title isn't insulting, but it just occurred to me as I said it that it might be because I'm not even supposed to be speaking this language? So I apologize for that and anything else I say or do that may be offensive! I repeat; please do not kill this pathetic human for her incompetence. Thank you!"
The silence that followed afterwards was unbearable. It only enabled me to think about all that I had rambled and I berated myself for being such a fool. He really must not be the older brother of Inuyasha, because why else would he spare me? You know; I have one question that would solve all this inner dilemma over his family tree.
I just hoped he wouldn't figure out my connection to Inuyasha from it.
He was so powerful that I really didn't wish to be on the receiving end of his wrath. We headed up a staircase during this time of my silent debating and after gathering enough courage I spoke up. "So… Sesshōmaru! What kind of demon are you?"
It was futile, as he avoided speaking whenever possible, but I was freaking out. The silence in this castle was also becoming quite eerie, even though it was so relaxing a short time ago due to the voices having stopped. His amber eyes looked so familiar, though his silver hair was a lot more kempt compared to Inuyasha's. I had a feeling Sesshōmaru put a lot of effort into his appearance.
"I'm thinking you might be a dog demon?" He said nothing, merely looking down at me with that intense gaze of his. "No? Am I wrong?"
Jaken stormed towards us, waving his staff angrily at me. "He is a great dog demon, woman!"
I yelped, attempting to avoid the staff that was determined to whack me hard in the leg. He really was so defensive over his master; I don't even think I said anything wrong that time. "Whoa! Wh-What's the difference? I-Is that stronger than regular dog demons or-"
"Lord Sesshōmaru is mightier than any creature alive! He is not to be compared with the common mutt!" Our walking had ceased, now demoted to the imp chasing me around in a rage and me trying to hold him back by the staff. These two shrunken heads were really creepy. "You should be treating him with respect, you ungrateful foreigner-"
Sesshōmaru turned and glared sharply at the small demon, irritated that their journey to the tower had been ceased. "Jaken." The imp stopped in his next step, faltering upon seeing the harsh stare sent his way.
"W-What is it, M'lord?" Jaken asked, voice shaking fearfully. Sesshōmaru stepped forward, walking in his direction, and planted his foot firmly on the imp's face. Jaken was knocked roughly onto his back, crushed beneath the demon's weight, and I dropped the staff I was left to carry. "Oof…"
Of all things I had expected him to do that was not one of them.
I hurried over and followed closely behind Sesshōmaru, casting a hesitant look back over my shoulder. While it felt nice to be defended, I did feel bad for the imp that just got squashed beneath his boot. "Y-You okay, Jaken?"
The imp pulled his face out of the ground and sent me a dark look, saying nothing. He clearly blamed me for what happened to him. Wow. I shook my head and continued after Sesshōmaru, hurriedly moving beside him and trying to keep pace with his long stride. Once I was beside him he seemed to slow down, taking smaller steps to match my speed. It was a subtle action and if it wasn't for the fact that I was able to catch my breath again I wouldn't have even noticed it.
A wave of gratitude washed over me and I found myself apologizing, explaining as we headed down the hallway, "So this is going to sound weird, but… I-I just learned demons existed recently? They don't… well, where I'm from we don't have them. Which sounds terrible now that I think about, but b-because of it I don't know a whole lot about them? I-I wasn't intending to insult you; I was just curious what kind of demon you were. You don't look much like a dog though."
Sesshomaru focused on the area ahead, not giving me the honor of a glance. I wondered if it was considered beneath him to interact with humans and if saving me really was a fluke on his part. I decided to take his silence as a response and continued, defending my opinion.
"What? It's true. Unless you can, like, transform into one. That would be cool. But since you're a great demon it would probably be really massive. Is the boa you're wearing made out of dog fur? It looks super fluffy. My Shikigami familiar is a dog, by the way! It's what saved me when I was summoned to Japan!"
We turned a right down the next hallway, Jaken following behind dejectedly. I heard whispering, but I ignored it- believing it was coming from the imp- and I hesitantly peered into the nearby room. The talking helped relieve my stress, especially since it was about something I knew about, and I guided the lord and his servant inside. I hoped that if I spoke enough about myself he wouldn't kill me, instead perhaps taking pity on my poor unfortunate soul.
"I actually wasn't the one Naraku wanted; well, it wasn't Naraku that wanted us at first- it was this evil lady named Anastasia. She cast the summoning spell to get my sister, but because I had the power to use Shikigami and Maria didn't, Anastasia needed me to activate the spell. Once it was working she tried to use her Shikigami to kill me, but then the dog saved me! I'm pretty sure he's the reason why I met the friends I have now. But since Anastasia is working with Naraku he's sending all his people to get my soul."
I wondered if the reason why Sesshōmaru was so tolerant of my behavior was because he had Jaken by his side. That imp spoke a lot as well. It made sense, in a way, seeing as the demon lord was so quiet.
"To this day I still don't know why they want it so bad. They were after Maria, but then they changed their minds and decided to go after me instead? I don't know. It's weird. Maybe they want both our souls? Long story short, Naraku needs to die and Anastasia confuses me."
The whispering was growing so much louder. Jaken's eye twitched and he snapped, exasperated by my ranting, "Do you ever shut up!? You humans are all so annoying!"
"I will when Sesshōmaru tells me to stop talking. Until then, I'mma talk like a crazy lady and-" I was cut off abruptly by a sudden pain shooting through my skull, the voices growing so loud it was as if they were shouting. Blood gushed out of my nose without warning and I staggered sideways, legs quickly loosing feeling. The mask clattered to the ground and my knees hit the floor, forcing me to hunch over.
"It hurts…"
No. Leave me alone. I don't want this. I don't want to go through this again.
"Save us…"
My vision colored black and the blood fell free, mixing with my tears. I brought a hand up to my face, trying to hide the crimson liquid. Sesshōmaru stared down at me, expression changing just the slightest. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips tilted downwards, and if I hadn't been paying such close attention to his features earlier I would not have noticed the difference. Jaken moved forward, alarmed by my sudden state.
"You, woman! What is the matter? Why are you bleeding?"
"The voices…" I choked, sobbing as I raised my hands to my pained skull. "Th-They won't stop. It hurts. The zombies…"
My body fell onto its side and I curled into a fetal position, fingers tangling into my hair. I felt so dizzy and sick- it was even worse than not being able to breathe. It was like some pressure was being pushed against my brain, trying to fill it up with noise until it erupted. There were just too many voices. My skull was going to overflow.
"Th-They hurt… it hurts… eughh…"
Make it stop. Please.
"Voices? The undead don't speak, fool! All they can do is… uh, L-Lord Sesshōmaru? What are you doing?"
He unsheathed his sword, stepping further into the room until he was ahead of me- keeping my wounded self on the floor behind him. The sword seemed to be glowing, yet the blade itself was dull. I still didn't understand how he defeated the zombies from the first level with it. Sesshōmaru narrowed his gaze at the next doorway. "The dead approach."
As if hearing him the corpses of multiple samurai and innocent villagers came flooding in from the hall. I almost screamed, back arching as the pain became too much. They needed to get out! Out of my mind! It hurts!
"Voices of the undead…" Sesshōmaru murmured, glancing at me from over his shoulder for a brief second before refocusing his gaze on the zombies. "Her connection to spirits must be what's causing this..."
Jaken hurried forward, looking up at the demon expectantly. "What shall you have me do, sire!?"
"Keep her out of the way."
"O-Of course! Right away, Lord Sesshōmaru!"
The imp stayed close to my side, watching with a disturbed expression over his shoulder as I writhed and cried out. I clawed at the wood with my fingers, teeth grinding together as I tried to will the voices to go away. My eyes were squeezed shut, stinging from the blood. I couldn't see anything as a result. I was briefly aware of Sesshōmaru charging at the undead to slay them all and yet all I could hear were the voices of the corpses screaming at him- pleading with the demon lord to spare them. To free them. It wasn't as if the demon could hear them either; no, for some reason this only seemed to affect me.
Gradually the voices began to die down and I stopped thrashing. I went limp against the ground and became weary, more or less exhausted from the entire encounter. I lied on my back, wheezing. The silence was so nice and relieving... I really wanted to take a nap.
"Are you alive, woman?" Sesshōmaru. The footsteps were so soft and quiet I almost didn't hear them.
I didn't trust myself to speak, so I simply tapped the ground. My nails were torn up and my fingertips were bloody. If my throat wasn't so sore and in desperate need of a drink I might have fallen asleep. The demon hummed and sheathed his sword, staring in silence and waiting for me to recover. "I… It's just…" Gods, speaking was so painful. It felt like glass shards were in my chest. "It's just a few… more hallways and… a staircase… b-before the roof…"
"You sound horrid." Jaken blatantly commented. "Were you really hearing the voices of the undead?"
I cringed at the loudness of his voice and turned my head. I didn't want to get up. My legs felt so tingly; I wasn't sure they would even move.
"A few more staircases and then the roof, you said?" Sesshōmaru said, repeating what I told him. I was going to let him go by himself from here on out, but… if the voices came back I wasn't sure if I would survive it a third time. I wasn't ready to die just yet.
"Y… Yeah." I struggled to push myself up, the world around me spinning. I blinked rapidly to try and clear the blood out of my eyes, waiting for my vision to clear. I wiped the blood off my face with my sleeves, sniffling and cringing at the sudden sting of my sinuses. "I… I can… oh gods. Ugh…"
I brought a hand up to my mouth, resisting the urge to vomit. How pathetic.
"Stay here." He ordered. "Jaken, remain with her. I'm going after Naraku."
"B-But my lord…!" The imp tried to protest. He focused a glare on me. "Damn you, woman! I'm supposed to be staying with Lord Sesshōmaru- not babysitting you!"
Oh no. I don't think so. Summoning all the strength and willpower I had left, I staggered onto my feet and stumbled forward. "I… I'm coming, too! M-My friends are… w-waiting for me. I'm not…" I coughed, picking up the mask and following after him. He had fixed his cold stare onto me, as if attempting to scare me back into waiting with his servant. I met his gaze evenly, determined to keep going despite how ill I felt. "I'm not dying here. I refuse. B-Besides, we had a deal!"
I jabbed the thumb into my chest, standing forward on my toes a bit to try and meet his gaze on his level.
"I'm taking you to the tower! I… I promised. And… And I keep my promises, Sesshōmaru! Okay?"
I was shaking, barely able to stand upright. He narrowed his eyes at me. "Don't slow me down."
"A-Are you kidding?" I asked, grinning weakly at him through the tears. "Slowing people down is the only thing I'm good at! You're the one thing keeping me alive, so I'm sticking with you. Sorry, not sorry. As a sickly human, I've gotta use you to my advantage. Hope ya don't mind."
I whirled around after saying that, the words I was saying a lot more confident than what I was actually feeling. I limped past the fallen bodies, walking over them and making my way to the door. There were so many… more than before. At least thirty or forty in this large room. It was no wonder the voices were so loud. Still… these samurai were the ones who helped me and my friends escape. It was cruel having to make them die twice. One of the faces weren't too badly disfigured and I could make out what they looked like, and I became quite woozy as a result. That soldier was one of the men we had delivered food to.
"Naraku is… really… eugh, I hate him."
I took a deep breath and blinked rapidly, fighting the tears.
"I'm fine. It's fine. Damn it. Where's- ah, stairs. U-Up here… Sesshōmaru."
The demon and his servant followed after, Jaken surprisingly not yelling at me for once. I held onto the half-broken railing as we walked up the creaky steps, pausing only when the whispering of a hauntingly familiar voice reached my ears. Sesshōmaru looked down at me, reaching out and placing a hand over the sword handle- seeming to recognize the signs of me hearing voices already. The whole building reeked of death- I doubted even he could tell the scent of a moving corpse from a still one.
"No…" Please, let me be wrong about this. "No, no, no! Not her!"
I hurried up the staircase like the fool that I was and once at the top I saw someone standing at the other end of the hallway, slowly making their way over to us. That pink-and-white kimono was unmistakable and yet… something was wrong. It was covered in blood. The right side of her face was burned away, almost seeming to mimic that of what I had done to a very irritating incarnation so long ago.
"It is her…"
"What's going on!?" Jaken demanded, climbing up quickly when he saw that I had stopped. "Why the hold up!?"
"Otoki…" I choked out, stepping forward. "Otoki, no…"
"Where is my brother…? It hurts."
"I-I know…" Otoki never made it out of this castle, so of course she wasn't alive. She was dead right from the moment we left for Rindoh Village. I had known it all along and yet… it was still so hard to accept. The proof of it was right in front of me. "I know it hurts. I-I'm so sorry."
"I want go home…"
"I know. I know you do." I understand that more than anything else in this world. I want to go home as well.
Jaken's eyes widened as he watched this take place, leaning forward with intrigue. "She is communicating with the corpse's spirit! How mysterious. What do you think of this M'lord? Uh… M-M'lord?"
Otoki was right in front of me now, yet somehow I was unafraid of her. All I felt was sadness, my heart reaching out for this poor girl. All she had wanted was to see her little brother, to know he was doing alright without her. This child never deserved such a painful end. "I'm sorry…" She reached out, a dark aura emanating from her body. Dropping the mask and grabbing her wrists before she could touch my neck, I stared at the outcome of my own failure. If only I were stronger- if I wasn't so weak! I should have went with her and made sure she got out of the castle. Suddenly she moved forward, alarming strength pushing me back. "Wh-What!?"
She was so much younger than me; where did all this power come from? The edges of my heels met the top step of the staircase and I struggled to stay upright, knowing that if I fell I would snap my neck or break a bone. "Save me." She seemed to say, empty eyes boring into mine. "Free me from this spell. Please."
"O-Otoki!?"
That was when I saw him. Out of the corner of my vision was Sesshōmaru, blade held high in the air.
"N-No, wait-!"
His eyes were as cold as hardened gold. There had to be a way to save her aside from killing her! How was his weapon even working against the corpses? I still don't understand anything of what's going on! This can't be the only way! My protests fell on deaf ears and seeing the way he brought the sword down towards her I panicked. In my effort to stop him from slaying the child I released Otoki's wrists and lunged, desperately trying to grab him.
The corpse took that chance to wrap her arms around my waist, clinging tight and changing the direction of which I was moving with her dead weight. "No-!"
"I'm sorry."
Her lips parted and her mouth opened wide, teeth ready to dig into my wounded shoulder. Right as she was going rip apart my flesh Sesshōmaru mercilessly swung his sword... and then the voice stopped. I collapsed hard onto my front, the girl's body so heavy from death that it was crushing me. I didn't even have a chance to figure out what she meant by how to free her. She was gone.
"Wh-Why…?" I wheezed, shakily crawling out from beneath her. I rolled the girl's body over and weakly tugged her into my lap, sniffling. "Why did you do that!? Sh-She was- She was trying to tell me something! The spell it… it had a way to be broken! I-I could have saved her! You didn't have to just kill her, you jerk!"
I brought a hand to rest against the burned side of Otoki's face, guilt welling up inside my heart as I looked at her. After a short moment, I turned to glare at Sesshōmaru, not bothering to hide the betrayal in my voice.
"How could you?"
I was really starting to think he could have been someone I was able to trust, but now… frick. Damn it! I took a shaky breath and bowed my head, eyes squeezing tightly shut as I mourned. I was completely unaware of the pentagram being drawn at my feet or how the blue light from Otoki's mangled body began to take shape, icy cold flames dancing along my body. I wouldn't have even bothered looking up if I didn't feel a pair of hands cup my face, raising my chin gently.
I tensed and opened my eyes in confusion, only to stare in shock at the person in front of me.
Her visage was so ghostly and transparent, and for a moment I thought she wasn't even there at all. She looked so unlike her corpse, all injuries and blood gone from her flesh and kimono. It almost felt like I was viewing a completely different person. The child pulled her hands away and smiled warmly at me, several fiery butterflies flapping around her. "Hello, Irene."
"O… Otoki?"
She rose from the pentagram, the fire seeming to give her shape. It was so different from the way the other undead behaved after being destroyed. It was almost as if the Shikigami reached out to her spirit before it could fade away, giving her one last chance to speak. I felt almost certain that was exactly what had happened, and yet… how? What was that light that appeared when she and all the other corpses were slain? Was it their souls?
Did Sesshōmaru actually free them after all?
The young girl laced her fingers together in front of her, eyeing me warmly for a moment before turning to see Sesshōmaru, watching him tuck his sword away back into its sheath. She was just as adorable as when we first met. "Thank you so much!" She said, leaning down in a deep bow to show her respect. "You saved me!"
"He… He did?" I asked, stunned at the confirmation. "Sesshōmaru… saved you?"
The spirit stood up straight and her smile softened, noticing how confused I was. She nodded at my words. "Yes. Because of his sword I was able to break through the spell that was placed on me. I always thought demons were scary… especially when they came and attacked the castle. But you saved me, Mister Demon." She looked up at him, tears filling her eyes. "It's thanks to you that I can sleep soundly now and see my little brother again. Thank you. Thank you so much, Mister Demon."
The flames grew brighter around her for a moment before they started to dissipate, the butterflies flying downwards to the pentagram below. Otoki was starting to lose her form. "W-Wait! Don't go! I-!"
There were so many things I wanted to say to her.
To tell her.
So much was running through my mind, suffocating and overwhelming, and I ended up losing track as my mind went blank. My voice died on my lips. Otoki knelt down beside me, staring at me with sad eyes. Those eyes… they would still be full of life if I had taken a different path. If I had thought to bring her with us, or to go with her and ensure she got out of the castle, she might still be alive. I was just so angry at Naraku that I didn't think straight.
And because of that she paid the price.
"I… I'm so sorry…"
Otoki shook her head at me, moving close and resting her forehead against mine. It was such an odd feeling as the fire was somehow cold. I wondered if it they were the flames of death. "Naraku is the one who did this." She told me, hands grasping my shoulders gently. "You tried to save me."
The girl then leaned forward, wrapping her arms around me.
"You held me like this once, remember? You said it was for my brother who couldn't be there for me. This time… this embrace is for you- from the both of us."
"No…" Keeping hold of the corpse's head with one hand so not to drop the body, I reached out out with my other arm to try and reciprocate, holding her tight. My voice cracked, heart feeling as if it was being crushed in a vice. "P-Please… don't go."
"Thank you, Irene…" She pulled back, freckled face smiling at me. "Farewell!"
"Otoki-!" My fingers faded through the flames as she vanished, the butterflies flapping their wings and disappearing into the pentagram. The fire around me burned brighter, flickering angrily in the air as the cold blue turned icy hot. "N-Not… Not… Not y-you, too-!"
The airways in my throat closed up and my breath came out in stuttered bursts, the pain flowing through me unbearable. I heaved and gasped, shaking uncontrollably as the sobs wracked my body so hard I was leaning over, feeling as though I were about to vomit. I tried desperately to stop it, tired of crying and frustrated by all the loss happening in this world, but there was no end to it. My lips curled back and my teeth ground so tight together it hurt.
Otoki's final words echoed in my mind.
Naraku was the one who did this. He took her and the samurai away, placing them under a spell and using them against us. I bet he even had Anastasia burn her face for some sick kind of message, as if to warn me against harming Kagura again. Bastard. I turned to look at Sesshōmaru and Jaken, anger settling in and fusing with the sorrow.
"A-All these people… i-in the… the castle… they're being controlled by Naraku?"
Jaken took a step back to avoid being touched by one of the embers, hiding behind his master. "Uh, y-yes… If you destroy a corpse that's under a spell, the spirit will go free. But only if you're Lord Sesshōmaru, of course!"
"Why… Why only him?"
Otoki said it had something to do with his sword. How could a weapon with a dull blade, incapable of harming enemies, save a spirit?
Jaken grinned widely, proud to be speaking of his master. "Lord Sesshōmaru is the only one capable of wielding the tenseiga- a weapon crafted from his father's mighty fang, a blade used to slay the undead!"
"And… you knew about this?" I looked up at the great dog demon, uncertainty in my gaze. When he saved me downstairs when I was cornered by all those zombies it was the tenseiga that he used. The blue light that I saw erupting from their bodies were their souls drifting away to freedom. "About their spirits?"
Sesshōmaru gave no verbal response. The neutral expression he wore, however, told me everything I needed to know. Facing Otoki once more and breaking out into several rough coughs, I willed the flames to dissipate. The world began to spin as a result and I found myself hunching over, staring into the deformed face of the girl I barely had time to call a friend.
I seriously hated Naraku.
He's so… awful. It's to the point where he can't even be described as bad or evil. He's just… awful. There's so much wrong with him and all that he does. I'm so tired of it. All these innocent people are being murdered because of his own selfish desires. Stubbornly ignoring the pain in my chest as I started to wheeze, I pulled out the broken pinwheel that sat in my pocket and tucked the end of the stick into her obi, making sure it would stay with her. Juzo really did work so hard on that gift.
"I'll get him back," I promised her, voice a low trembling growl, "Naraku won't get away this, s-so… so… just rest now, okay? Give your little brother a hug for me?"
Moving slowly, I set the girl's corpse down on the ground and closed her one open eye.
"I-It'll be… alright. No one can… No one can hurt you now."
Ohh, it hurts so much. The tears don't want to stop. Speaking is taking so much out of me, but… this war isn't over. We still need to get to that monster waiting in the tower. Jaken tapped his foot irritably against the ground, losing his patience waiting for me. "What are you doing!?" He demanded, voice rising up in pitch again. "How much longer do you intend to keep Lord Sesshōmaru waiting!?"
I said nothing, struggling to regain control of my emotions and calm down enough to get oxygen flowing decently again.
The silver-haired demon, however, focused on the gremlin with a cold stare, calling out with a sharp tone, "Jaken."
"See!" The gremlin exclaimed, then turned to face his master expectantly. "Wh-What is it, Lord Sesshōmaru?"
He narrowed his eyes at the demon. "Leave the woman alone."
The gremlin jumped, startled by the harshness of his voice, before sinking down and backing away in fright. "Y-Yes, M'lord…"
I really don't want to do this anymore. I don't care how much it hurts me; I'm not gonna hold back. Naraku has lived and tormented others long enough. Anastasia was the one who summoned me and my sister here, anyway, so I'll just get my answers out of her. For now that wretched half-demon needed to die. I stood up and wobbled, dragging my feet over to the mask that was on the ground. My body felt so numb.
I brought my sleeve up and wiped at my face, sniffling loudly as I knelt down down and picked up the fallen object. I held it with both hands, fiddling with it for a moment, before forcing myself to go over to where Sesshōmaru was standing. There was a huge misunderstanding and I needed to set it right. "Se… Sesshōmaru…?"
His piercing gaze focused on me. My heart caught in my throat and for a moment I forgot how to talk.
"I… wh-what you did… o-or were doing with the… the corpses; I-I didn't realize. You were saving her a-and… I yelled at you. I shouldn't have… done that. I'm sorry."
I sniffled, blinking several times as I raised my head up to meet his intimidating gaze once more. There were still so many things I had yet to learn about the Feudal Era and its inhabitants, and there were a lot of supernatural powers that I remained to lack understanding of. And although I was dizzy and angry, and so many other things, at this exact moment only one emotion was rising strongly enough to the surface that I wanted to express it.
And that was gratitude.
"But… I-I want to thank you." I smiled warmly at him, clutching the hem of my sweater tightly and holding the mask to my side. "Y-You didn't have to save them, but you did. Otoki and the… the samurai that attacked me earlier. You freed them and… stopped the voices. So… thank you."
I wiped at my face again, trying to brush away the tears that were falling once more. My head was pounding furiously at me. It seriously wanted a break from all these emotions; I felt so worn.
"Y-You're seriously amazing, Sesshōmaru. You're even putting up with all my nonsense." I sniffed. "I-I'll take you to the tower now, so… yeah. Thank you. I-It's this way. This castle could do without an evil spider or two."
I rose the mask up to my face and tied it on, blinking several times as I wobbled to the next doorway. The moldy, musty air became filtered through the holes in the mask, clearing my lungs and straightening out my blurry vision. I was just going to keep this wretched thing on for the rest of my time here; I kept taking it off because I hated wearing masks- something that was mostly brought on from all the days I had to wear my respirator- but this thing was incredible. What was Sango's secret to making it?
"It's… this way… um, the rooftop is-yeah. Over here." I peered through the big gap in the wall to see outside, cringing at the sight of the red armored samurai lying dead on the ground. Those must have been the ones Sesshōmaru killed on his way to the castle's inside. If he hadn't had to fight so many he might not have arrived in time to save me. "That's scary…"
"It's just the dead." Jaken commented thoughtlessly. "You really are a weak mortal."
"I'm a sick mortal, dude. There's… There's a difference. If I really wanted to, I could burn your face off like I did with Kagura."
"...That was you!?"
I paused, turning to look at him in confusion. Sesshōmaru's eyebrows raised just the slightest, as if he were intrigued. "You... know her? Actually, how come you guys are after Naraku? Did he… Did he take someone you care about, too?"
"I have a score to settle." Was the silver-haired demon's only answer. "You say you were the one to scar that incarnation?"
"Yup." I looked back at the blue roof nervously; the last time I crossed it I was riding on Kirara. This would be a true test of my balance skills, which… I severely lacked when there wasn't a book on my head. Ick. Can I really do this? I glanced up at Sesshōmaru, uncertain. "Y… You'll catch me if I fall, right?"
He said nothing and I could only cringe, forcing myself to swing a leg over the debris to crawl outside.
"Okay, guess I just gotta not fall then. Oooh. Yeah. I-I met her a few times. First time she stole some jewel shards and I was dragged along to fight her, and then the… the cat demon friend I mentioned nearly tore her arm off when I tackled the lady to get the fan away. I didn't get the fan, but I did burn her face. Then we met in a village where she- whoa!" I waved my arms wildly, yelping as I nearly slipped. "I'm okay! O-Oh gods… okay. Um. She… She tried to kidnap me. Then Naraku's other incarnation, Kanna, showed up later in a different village to take my soul. We saw Kagura again on her way back in here. They really want me dead for some reason. Dunno why."
"I wonder. Now can you hurry it up!?" Jaken demanded, glaring. "You're taking forever!"
That's it.
I carefully held my arms out, sliding my feet along the tiles and bringing them to a halt as I glared down at the little imp. "Can you please just stop shouting at me!? I-I have been trying to… to deal with your bullcrap, but unlike you I could actually die from this! S-So just… just shove off, toad!"
"Toad!? How dare you!" He raised his staff and swung it, aiming to smack me hard in the stomach. I freaked out when I saw this and threw myself back, sucking in my belly to avoid the hit, and it worked- but only momentarily, for shortly after I found myself about to roll down the rooftop again. "I am an imp demon!"
As I recovered from the loss of balance the staff suddenly disappeared from Jaken's hands, Sesshōmaru taking it from him and jabbing him hard on the head with the bottom of it. His eyes were narrowed in what I could only assume to be irritation, the man watching as the demon rolled down the side of the roof. Jaken barely managed to grab onto one of the tiles in time to stop his descent below.
"L-Lord Sesshōmaru, why…!?"
I was stunned. The elegant demon lord did not bother to respond to the imp, instead walking forward. "Keep going," He ordered me, "I can smell the smoke you mentioned."
"I-It doesn't bother you?" Feeling the anxiety start to rise up from that intimidating look I continued to walk, carefully making the rest of the way across the rooftop now that he was acting as a barrier between me and Jaken. The imp had climbed his way back up, now trailing behind Sesshōmaru with a disheartened look on his face. "I-I have a friend that's, um, you know… half dog demon and it, uh… really freaked with his nose."
Something flashed in those beautiful golden eyes of his when I said that and I wasn't sure if it was a good thing. Even more nervous, my rambling showed no signs of stopping.
"Well, I mean, I-I think we're friends anyway. He's always yelling at me and calling me stupid, but he has his nice moments! I told you my Shikigami familiar was a dog, right? I'm pretty sure he transported me near where that half-demon lived so I wouldn't die. Because, like, that person saved me when we first met, you know? There were these villagers that tried to kill me thinking I was a demon because of my weird clothes, so I was shot by arrows and everything, and when I got away a demon showed up! That… That demon almost ate me, but then the Shikigami happened and I passed out. When I woke up the half-demon was carrying me to the village he stayed at so I wouldn't die from blood loss because of what the villagers did. Fun times. Oh, yeah, the smoke! Almost forgot. I actually got this mask because of the smoke. It wasn't from him, but from someone else 'cause I can't breathe near it. She's pretty chill. She is a demon slayer though, so be warned. I don't think she'd attack you though- you're pretty nice. And I know I called you a jerk earlier during the whole... thing, but I thought you were one until it was revealed you were actually helping! So you went from neutral to jerk to nice! Does that make sense?"
As I took a deep breath, I came to the conclusion that I really needed to have an on-off button. My words just kept going and going. Voices began to whisper again and tear into my skull, and I tried to ignore them.
"I dunno. I like you, though. But it also takes a lot to make me hate someone- Naraku was the fastest. Kagura second. On the bright side if there's ever an actual zombie apocalypse, I now know who to go to for help!" I laughed, only to shudder at the thought of having to deal with anymore undead. "Th-There are so many… frick. What was it again? I think they can smell our vitality... We're only three people, but that's a lot of scent to go around, I guess."
I really would have died had I stayed downstairs with Jaken. Nearing the hole in the next wall I faltered, feeling something drip onto my top lip. My nose was bleeding again. I glanced up at Sesshōmaru for a moment, wearing a pained expression as the noise started to worsen. I pointed at the hallway, one of my eyes closing when blood began to spill from it and obscured my vision. The demon lord unsheathed the tenseiga.
Walking through the hole in the wall, I rolled rather ungracefully onto the ground and pushed myself up onto my knees. I was just about to attempt standing when a sword came hurtling down at me from nowhere, and had it not been for Sesshōmaru appearing from behind and blocking the attack with his sword I would have most likely lost my head. Holy frick. The demon's reaction time was astounding.
The silver-haired man stepped forward and sent the samurai's blade flying. "Nuisance." Sesshōmaru growled, slashing at the undead.
I watched as the corpse collapsed and the soul left its body. Unfortunately, it wasn't the only one in here; there were at least ten, accompanied by twice as many demons. My head was throbbing and I curled against the wall, knees to my chest with my hands gripping my skull. We were completely pinned, trapped and surrounded in this small area. Our only exit would be back through the hole in the wall, but could we even get through it in time? I wouldn't be able to make it like this. Were the demons and undead just waiting for us to show up here?
"Jaken!" Sesshōmaru called out, catching the attention of the green goblin behind us. "Take care of this."
"Yes, M'lord!" The goblin began to cackle maniacally as he approached, waving his staff in the air. "Ohoho! The time to shine has come! Watch, human, and behold the power of the staff of two heads!"
He held the staff outwards in front of him, the mouth of the old man opening as it faced our opponents. A few seconds later a hot red fire began to spew out of it, burning all the demons that tried to come near and turning them into ash. It did little for the undead except make their inner voices scream in agony and make me hurt as a result of that, and when they began to move again Jaken shrieked and ran over to where I was, hiding behind Sesshōmaru.
"H-How was that, sire!?"
He seriously only lived to please him, didn't he? My goodness. I flinched and let out a small noise, pained. The throbbing felt more like someone was taking my skull and filling it up with some kind of pressure, trying to expand it despite the bones being rigid and not very malleable.
"I don't want to do this…"
"Help…"
Sesshōmaru twisted the tenseiga and lunged, moving with incredible speed as he slashed at the undead samurai. None stood a chance against him, falling one-by-one with a loud thud onto the rotten floorboard. The bright blue souls erupted from their body, drifting away and vanishing into the distance. It was a wondrous sight and an amazing feeling as the world was enveloped in silence once more. Sesshomaru flicked the sword and tucked it back into its sheath. "What a waste of time."
He said that, but he still went out of his way to free the spirits of the dead. I doubted he would ever admit it himself that he cared about them. Why else would he help them? This demon lord was kind, no matter how cold and aloof he appeared. I somehow felt safer with him than when I was actually travelling with the group; I haven't been injured once since I started wandering around with him, save for the voices. This person was absolutely brilliant.
I slowly pushed myself away from the wall, stumbling over to him with big eyes after blinking the blood away. "H... How are... you so strong!?" No matter how many times I've seen him do this, he was still so incredible. It was incredibly different from the way Inuyasha or the others fought. This man and his battle capabilities, not to mention his very person, was in a league all of his own. "Is it... 'cause you're a great demon? O-Or... Or did you train for, like, hundreds of years to get so powerful? How old are you? You look my age, b-but you're probably centuries old. Right? O-Or thousands of years?"
The man stared down at me, not answering a single question and merely letting me ramble excitedly.
"You're amazing!"
"But of course!" Jaken gloated. "Lord Sesshōmaru is the best! There is no one better than he!"
"Clearly! If… If anyone can defeat Naraku, it's you! I mean, I can try and help, but a-all I'm really good for is healing. You'd just be like swish-" I swung my arm goofily through the air, grinning widely despite him not actually being able to see it because of the mask, coughing a little as I did so. I wobbled a little, still a bit dazed, and easily caught myself. "-and then… and then bam! Naraku's dead."
He was fighting with a single arm, too. I could only imagine how powerful he was back when he had both limbs, which then brought on the question- how did he lose his arm in the first place? It must have been quite the powerful opponent, one who rivaled him in terms of sheer power and intellect.
"That spider won't stand a chance against you!"
Maybe I was over-doing it with the praise. I didn't really care; this person was just so cool. I rocked on my heels, bouncing a little on the balls of my feet in my excitement. It's been so long since I was able to feel so happy about something, even if my head was calling for some serious tylenol and acetaminophen treatment. My mood-swings were probably something to be a little worried about, but that didn't matter right now. No- this incredibly powerful and beautiful demon in front of me was what was important. He could defeat Naraku easily; I just knew it. He probably didn't even need a trick to break any barriers.
"I'm really glad you're on my side, otherwise I'd already be dead!" I joked. "You're amazing!"
Sesshōmaru said nothing as Jaken and I lavished him with praise. The man was most likely used to it by now. He was clearly confident in his own abilities, walking around as if he owned the whole castle. I walked with a bit of a skip in my step as I began to make my way down the hall, swinging my arms at my side. I had to stop shortly after, the actions taking too much air out of me, but I was in such a good mood.
Jaken was a pain, but I enjoyed travelling with Sesshōmaru now that I knew he wasn't a bad person.
When I saw more undead heading towards us as we neared the area with the burnt flowers I backed up, no longer panicking now that I was certain that the great dog demon lord would protect me. He rushed forward and slashed at all the zombies, and I found myself mesmerized by the way he battled. It was as if he were dancing with the tenseiga. The pain in my skull lasted only a few seconds now, what with how quickly the great demon acted, and as long as I kept my distance from the undead it wasn't as intense.
Stepping over the corpses so not to disturb them, Jaken and I hurried back to Sesshōmaru- the man waiting for us to catch up. "It was… frick, which way was it?" We were in the area where my memory got super hazy. I know for a fact the gang went to the room up ahead, but after that it was black. "I think… this was the room where we split up."
I stepped inside, staring around the room with furrowed brows. It felt like there should have been multiple samurai in here.
"Y-Yeah… I guess… that was what happened." I nodded, biting down on my bottom lip. "My cat demon friend must have carried me down to the lower floor and took off to avoid gaining the zombies attention, a-and that's when you found me. Um…"
I really hoped she was okay. I headed to the next doorway and peered through it, very anxious now that my mind was drawing a blank on where to go from here. It was so nice being useful, but now… I had no idea where to go. The place looked familiar, but so many rooms were covered with fallen debris we would have to take a roundabout path to the top.
Jaken narrowed his eyes at me, seeing how I was hesitating. "Are you sure you know where the tower is?"
"I-I do, it's just…" I'm scared. I don't want to be abandoned. My fingers twitched and I began to fiddle with them, glancing back-and-forth down the two hallways. They were so dark. "This is as far as I got in the broken down version of this castle. The last time I went to tower it was all…" I waved a hand around. "...normal? I-I can get you there, it'll just take a minute! This way!"
"You better not be lying!" Jaken threatened. "I'll kill you if you are!"
"As if." I said, making a face at the imp. "You don't scare me. Sesshomaru, on the other hand, does. Oh, look, a staircase! See? I do know what I'm talking about; I'm not totally useless. Up here! This is… yeah! Haha! The tower! Woo! I'm not a failure."
I whirled around on my heel and pointed at the next big room up ahead, grinning through the mask.
"See, Sesshōmaru? We just gotta go through this next room and-"
I barely got two steps in through the doorway when there was a loud meow and I was catching a familiar cat demon in my arms, the kitten curling against my chest and licking the blood off my face. I stumbled and caught myself, standing still for a second as I processed this. I held her up, staring at her big red eyes in shock.
"K-Kirara?"
A voice from inside called out my name and very soon a young brunette came rushing out, barreling into me as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Sesshōmaru and Jaken waited outside in the hallway, stopping as if they knew what was about to transpire. "Irene! Do you have any idea how worried I was about you!?"
"S-Sango?" She held me so tight she was shaking. Relief washed over me and I leaned into the touch, having a bit of trouble reciprocating before Kirara climbed onto my head. I clung to her kimono, burying my face in her shoulder. "I-I was so scared that- ohhh, I'm so glad you're safe!"
"I should be saying that about you!" She pulled away, grasping my shoulders. Her eyes widened and she then reached up, resting the back of her hand against my face. "Irene, you're burning up! Your eyes are all red and puffy, too. Were you crying again? Your wounds are still bleeding, too! How much blood have you lost? I'm surprised you're still even able to walk!"
I laughed weakly through the mask, pulling back a hand and tapping at the object. "Mostly because of sheer willpower and this. Think you can make me one sometime? I love it."
"It might take a while, but sure. I'll have to collect the demon bones necessary to do so." She looked over her shoulder, calling out to the others. "Everyone, look! Inuyasha was right; Irene is here! She's safe!"
Kagome brought a hand to her chest, letting out a small sigh. "That's a relief. I'm glad."
"Me too." Miroku smiled. "We were getting a bit stressed out waiting for you. We feared the worst might have happened."
Inuyasha scoffed, crossing his arms. "I told 'em not to worry. You can be pretty useless most of the time, but you always pull through in the end. Still…" His ear twitched and he glanced uncomfortably at the doorway. I wondered if he could smell the demons I was travelling with. I sincerely hoped he was not the brother I thought he was.
Could he smell Sesshōmaru?
I was never able to ask, for Sango pulled me back into another hug. "I'm so sorry. I wanted to go after you when I saw Kirara was alone, but more and more corpses were gathering and it would be too dangerous if we were all together. We figured you'd be safer by yourself than with us."
"N-No! No, it's okay. I mean, there was a whole horde of them on like several levels that tried to kill me, but…"
Sango moved back a step, leaning away so she could brush the bangs out of my face. I was sweating badly, covered in dirt and blood- both dry and fresh. I must look like a mess to them. Sango was smiling so warmly it got rid of all the words I was going to say.
Shippō spoke up from his spot on Miroku's arm. "How come you had such trouble getting here?" He asked, confused. "We didn't encounter any demons or undead on our way up here."
"They smell vitality," Miroku said, his eyebrows knitting together, "By all means they should have went after those of us that were in groups of two. How come they all went after you? Did Naraku somehow order them to-"
"Uh, actually I think it was…" I hesitated, catching everyone's attention. Inuyasha scowled, his ears twitching as his eyes once again flicked to the doorway behind me. He was really unnerved by their scents, wasn't he? I suppose I should tell them. "I think it was because there were three of us? I mean, a larger group to track and all that…"
Kagome looked dumbfounded. "Three of you? You mean you weren't alone? We were all up here, so how could you have-"
As if deciding now was the time to reveal himself, the silver-haired man known as Sesshōmaru entered the room. Kirara's fur stood on end when she saw him walk up behind me, the demon far too close for her liking, and she began to hiss. Sango's eyes widened immediately and she wasted no time in hoisting me up onto her shoulder, causing me to yelp as she suddenly jumped back closer to the rest of the group in an attempt to get away from him. The cat demon leaped down to the floor and transformed, snarling at the man.
Everyone else readied their weapons, Inuyasha pushing Kagome behind him as he unsheathed tetsusaiga. "Sesshōmaru!" The half-demon growled. "What are you doing here!?"
Were they seriously going to attack him? This is not okay. Nope. I wiggled my legs and struggled in Sango's grasp, the woman loosening her hold in surprise. She wasn't used to me resisting her protection. I ripped the mask off my face- leaving it to dangle around my neck- and I stumbled over to the full-blooded demon, alarmed and very much panicking. "W-Wait! Don't… Don't attack him! Please!? H-He was really nice and helped me get here!"
Sesshōmaru's golden eyes followed me as I made my way in front of him, watching as I held my hands out defensively as if to protect him. Which, admittedly, was a little ridiculous because he needed no one to shield him. I was just scared and, even now, I was struggling for oxygen.
"Nice?" Sango echoed, stunned. "You can't be serious."
Inuyasha scoffed at my words, unable to believe what he was seeing. "Get away from him, Irene! Sesshōmaru doesn't have the heart to be nice. All he has is a hollow where a heart should be! I bet he was gonna kill you once he got what he wanted."
"What?" I've seen Inuyasha angry before, but this was pure bitterness that was in his voice. He almost sounded afraid. "B-But… he protected me! The zombies were about to kill me when Sesshōmaru showed up! He… He saved me from several demons and dozens of undead! He isn't the bad guy, I promise!"
Sesshōmaru actually scoffed when he saw the way Inuyasha was looking at him. "So, little brother, this human woman is indeed your friend? I suspected as much."
My eyes went wide and I looked up at him. He knew all along? Was my hinting that obvious? How come he let me live? If he truly was related to Inuyasha and was the villain everyone painted him out to be, by all means I should not be alive right now. He seemed so tolerable of me, a human, so did he really hate him for being a half-demon? I didn't understand.
"What of it?" Inuyasha demanded, snapping at Sesshōmaru. He gripped the handle of tetsusaiga anxiously, ready to fight if need be yet clearly scared of this opponent. It was a completely different side to him. "You gonna kill her now? I don't know why, but you seem to have her brainwashed into thinking you're some kind of compassionate demon! How about you show her your true colors, huh?"
"T-True colors? What?" I'm so lost. Sesshōmaru stepped forward, pushing me back with his hand and out of his way. His hand reached for the other sword, the one I had yet to see him use. "So you are his older brother?"
Kagome nodded fervently. "Yes! He's the one we told you about- and he's ruthless! Get away from him while you can!"
"I…" I really didn't want to. I trusted Sesshōmaru. He scared me a little at first, but he's been so kind. He protected me, honoring the deal we made, and while there was nothing to be gained from freeing the souls of the dead he did it anyway. "I don't…"
I don't think he's a bad person.
"Irene." I snapped my head up, staring at Sesshomaru with wide eyes. It was the first time he called me by name. I hadn't even thought he remembered it. The demon wasn't looking at me, instead focusing his attention on Inuyasha and the others, watching them closely. The demon removed his hand from his sword, standing upright and narrowing his eyes. "You've completed your side of the bargain. You are no longer under my protection."
"Uh, o-okay?" That came out of nowhere. "D-Does that mean I should back away from you now or…?"
He glanced at me from the corner of his eyes before turning away. Sesshōmaru no longer appeared as if he were going to battle the others, sliding a foot forward to walk away. "Do what you will." He told me, moving ahead and stepping past the others. Inuyasha called out to him, demanding he turn back and fight him, but Sesshōmaru paid him no heed. "Jaken, let's go."
The imp yelped and hurried forward, not wanting to be left behind. "Y-Yes, Lord Sesshōmaru!"
"Where do you think you two are going!?" Inuyasha growled. "Get back here!"
Jaken turned his head and scowled, waving his staff in the air. Sesshōmaru continued to walk, leaving the demon behind. "You should be grateful; my master is in a charitable mood today! Your lives have been spared!"
"If he's in such a charitable mood," Miroku began, narrowing his gaze at the goblin, "how come he's leaving without you?"
"What?" Jaken whirled his head around, screeching. He chased after the majestic demon. "W-Wait for me, M'lord!"
I was extremely tempted to follow after Sesshōmaru myself, finding something about his presence very magnetic. Even more than that I felt an urge and desire to prove that he wasn't as terrible as the others clearly believed him to be. It was a strange sensation and I found my foot moving forward, almost as if I was going to chase after the demon lord.
"Irene?" Sango's voice snapped me out of it and I jumped, startled. She was looking at me with concern. "Are you okay? What exactly happened between you and Sesshōmaru? What bargain was he talking about?"
"Huh?" She set her hands on my shoulders, standing close to me. There was no reason for her to be so scared. "I-I told you; he kept me safe. He saved me and when I asked if he was going to where Naraku was, we made a deal. He'd protect me and I'd bring him to the tower. A-And he did! He even freed the souls of the undead!"
Miroku blinked, stepping forward and leaning down with big eyes. "A-Are you certain that is what happened? Sesshōmaru is one of the coldest demons in existence! Humans are no better than insects to him. Did you become ill and hallucinate?" The monk held a hand out, attempting to touch my face to feel for a fever, but Sango smacked it away.
"Don't touch her, monk."
"N-No, I didn't hallucinate!" I really don't like how they're acting towards him. Sesshōmaru was kind to me. "I mean, he's a little intimidating and I can see what you mean by ruthless, but that's only towards his enemies! He made Jaken stop whenever he started to act really mean and when this one samurai almost took off my head he-"
"You're dreaming." Inuyasha growled, stepping forward. He seemed so bitter and angry whenever his brother was involved. His eyes were so intense I was a little frightened of him. "I've known Sesshōmaru my whole life and he isn't nice to anyone. I don't know why he spared you after getting here, but I can tell you one thing; it wasn't out of the goodness of his heart."
"W-Well, maybe he met a human before coming here and they changed his mind?" Not all demons were bloodthirsty. Even if it at one point Sesshōmaru was a terrible person he clearly didn't behave like one now. "It's not impossible that-"
"That's the thing." He snapped. "It is impossible. He hates humans and half-demons more than anything in this world."
Inuyasha would know more than anyone else. He was the very product of a human and demon relationship, and if I remembered what little I was told about his past well enough then it would not surprise me at all if Sesshōmaru had tried to kill him when they were both younger. Heck, the man looked ready to battle him a few minutes ago if he weren't so intent on destroying Naraku. Still… that didn't mean he couldn't have had a change of heart.
"I… I still don't think that's…" I hesitated. I feared that if I kept trying to defend the demon I just met the friendship I had with Inuyasha would completely fall apart. Our personalities weren't too compatible to begin with, which made a lot of our interactions rather rocky. "I just…"
Kagome, seeing the way the conversation was starting to tread downhill, stepped forward and clapped her hands together. "Anyway! Don't you guys think we should get going? If we stay here any longer Sesshōmaru is going to get to Naraku before us!"
"What!?" Inuyasha snapped out of it, grasping the tetsusaiga tightly as he began to dart forward. "Like hell I'm gonna let that bastard kill him!"
"I-Inuyasha!" Miroku called after, exasperated when he saw the half-demon take off. Kirara moved and dashed between my legs, startling me as I yelped and fell onto her back. Sango leaped on behind me, helping me sit up, and we took off after him. "Wait for us! We're joining the battle, too, you know!"
Kirara wasted no time in chasing after the half-demon, leaving me struggling to hold onto her fur as I began to hear voices. Sango kept one hand on my waist, the other resting on her hiraikotsu in case it was needed. Miroku and Kagome chased after, Shippō clinging to the monk's shoulder tightly. I still found it amazing how Miroku could keep up with Inuyasha and Kirara's pace. Kagome, however, was lagging a bit behind. We entered a hallway and went through it into a room higher up, leading into the main area of the tower. The sounds only grew louder and it was there that we saw something truly horrifying.
Chills went down my spine, the hair on the back of my neck standing on end.
Dozens upon dozens of corpses littered the room, surrounding Sesshōmaru and leaving him completely cornered. There wasn't even enough space for him to jump away and land somewhere else- he was stuck in a horde of about fifty or more zombies, and while I was left completely stunned by this Inuyasha grinned broadly- rather pleased that his older brother was caught in such an awful situation. "Ha! How's that, Sesshōmaru? Can't get to Naraku now, can ya!?"
"Look at all the corpses!" Kagome gasped, freaked out by the sight of them. "Th-There are so many!"
I winced a little at the pounding in my head, eyes struggling to observe the room in this darkness and misery. I couldn't see any sign of that irritatingly pretty evil half-demon and this was the last room in the castle. In fact, it was the room we saw him in last time we were here. Was all this just one giant trap? Was even the powerful demon lord, Sesshōmaru, lured here under the pretense that Naraku would be in the castle? I found it so hard to believe that he could have been tricked and I just met him.
"Make it stop. Please... I don't want this."
I almost cried out at the loud voice, gripping Kirara's fur tightly. I searched the room from my spot near the door, desperately trying to find out where the noise was coming from. Several corpses lay dead at Sesshōmaru's feet, but he was barely making a dent in the small army.
"I don't want to hurt anyone..."
There! I saw him, hiding in the back of the room on the opposite side of Sesshōmaru; the undead's body was glowing with a terrible purple light- far brighter and more malicious than any of the other corpses dark mist. It seemed to be blending in with the others, groaning and hobbling towards the demon lord. Something was familiar about its blue armor, however, and I became very disturbed when I realized why. I squinted, left eye closing when it began to get blinded by blood. "D-Do you guys... see that!?"
"What?" Sango asked, frowning. She readied her hiraikotsu, noticing several zombies turning towards us. "See what, Irene?"
"Look!" Shippō wailed. "Some of the ones fighting Sesshōmaru are turning this way!"
I urged to Kirara to move a few steps closer, the cat demon reluctantly doing so and growling at the walking dead that dared to come near. "Th-There! In the blue!" It was definitely that person's voice I was hearing over the others. He spoke so loudly, so mournfully. It only reminded me of how determined he had been to save everyone before. "It's Yukimura!"
"Surely you're not serious!?" Miroku exclaimed, eyes widening. He observed the crowd for a moment until he saw the person he was looking for. "It is him!"
"I don't want to kill! My body is not my own!"
"Damn it all!" Inuyasha bared his teeth, frustration lining his features. "Naraku isn't here then!?"
No, but he was definitely pulling the strings. I hated that bastard so much and I only met him once.
Sango narrowed her eyes, staring at the corpse and pushing several more undead back with her hiraikotsu when they got too close. She was doing her best not to harm them. "Something about him... he's different from the other undead!"
"Yes! It's his demonic aura!" Miroku said, swinging his staff and kicking at a corpse. He pulled out several sacred sutras, tossing them onto their bodies and watching them stumble back and burn. He quickly held his hand up in prayer before repeating the process. "It's much stronger than the rest! Naraku must be using this corpse to control the other undead! He knew we wouldn't be able to fight them, so he came up with this spell!"
Which meant... oh, of course! I'm an idiot. "Yip, yip! Up, Kirara!" The cat demon roared and jumped up, flying above the corpses. I cringed at the sight, watching as civilians and samurai alike were forced to wander in suffering, cursed to battle. Inuyasha and the others were doing their darnedest not to hurt them, but even then... it was difficult. There was just so many. "That way! Towards Sesshōmaru!"
She gave me a strange look before obeying, avoiding the spears and swords that were being swung below. I could see the demon lord step aside and swing with the tenseiga, slicing at two corpses and freeing their spirits, before blocking blades from several others. Even in such close-knit quarters Sesshōmaru was truly incredible; it was so temping to sit there and merely watch him fight. He was absolutely mesmerizing. If we were in any other kind of situation I might have been content to stare.
"S-Sesshōmaru, can you hear me!?" The blood was spilling from both eyes now and I was clinging to Kirara tightly, unable to see very well as I rapidly blinked to try and clear my vision. The voices were so loud and deafening. I was having trouble making out my own voice. "Y... Yukimura is controlling the other corpses! If you... If you free his spirit you can break the spell o-on... on all of them! He's the puppet master! The one in blue armor!"
I could hear Inuyasha scream indignantly from the other side of the room, though what he said was lost on me. I think he was mad because I was asking his brother for help. Several of the zombies turned, distracted by the scent of mine and Kirara's life force, and waved their blades and hands up in the air to try and get us. The cat demon flew higher and I yelped, the pain dulling some from the distance. Thank god this castle had high ceilings. Wait- if we can distract them... Sesshōmaru can get away.
"Move closer, Kirara! W-We have to get them away!" The cat demon let out a sound and flew around the corpses, trying to attract their attention. "H-Hey...! Y-You all... want to be saved, right? C-Come right this way then!"
Blue flames flicked along my fingertips and it was then I noticed the butterflies flapping about. They were so tiny, hardly visible, but they were definitely there. I blinked the blood roughly out of my eyes and held out my right hand towards the corpses, determined.
"O' miracle of light..." Yes. That was the incantation; I'm sure of it. It felt so weird, as if something was guiding my lips to speak it. "...bind the evil that hinders you!"
The flame grew in power and the butterflies shot outwards, an even larger one flying out from the pentagram beneath my feet in the air. They beat their wings and soared through the air, the icy blue flame washing over the undead surrounding Sesshōmaru. He watched as this took place before slicing at those in an immediate circle around him, taking that chance to leap up. I yelped when he suddenly appeared before me and nearly fell off the cat demon, Sesshōmaru seeming to float in midair. His golden eyes were piercing, the long boa drifting behind him. "You say that corpse controls the others?"
"Y-Yes?" I squeaked, startled. I could feel a cough rising to the surface, but I held it back as best I could. My heart was currently buried in my throat.
"Hmph. Good." He twisted the tenseiga that was in his grasp and lunged, flying downwards at Yukimura with astonishing speed. The voices seemed to have dulled a bit, clearly due to the spell I had cast. It slowed them down in their walk, even making their word process a bit sluggish. I watched through blurry vision as Sesshōmaru slashed at Yukimura, the demon lord intent on running him through, but... his sword never made contact. The blade bounced off of a blue barrier, forcing him to back away. The demon lord looked mildly irritated upon this new development. "Pathetic. Hiding behind a barrier..."
Miroku turned to Inuyasha, struggling to keep a few undead back with his staff. He didn't have enough room to pull out another sutra. "Inuyasha, use the tetsusaiga! If you do then Sesshōmaru can free Yukimura's soul!"
"What!? No way in hell; I'm not helpin' him!"
"Don't be childish!" The monk hissed, shoving the undead back and smacking it in the side of the head with his staff. "We'll die at this rate!"
Inuyasha raised his sword and knocked a zombie back. "No, we won't! I'll kill him myself!"
"You can't, Inuyasha!" Shippō cried out, seeing the way the half-demon was trying to charge through the horde towards the leading corpse. "You'll hurt Yukimura!"
"But-!" He hesitated. That was when I felt something grab my foot, an undead villager trying to tug me off of Kirara's back. A scream ripped out of my throat and I freaked, thrashing and trying to get it to let go. The half-demon whirled around, ears twitching at the sound. "Irene!"
"L-Let go of meeeeee!" My grip slipped and Kirara roared, trying to fly higher as she kicked at the undead grabbing at her. I was dangling halfway through the air, ankles grabbed by the undead and my fingers tangled into the cat demon's fur. I was going to end up yanking tufts of it out at this rate. My heart raced loudly, fear enveloping me and racing through my veins. The spell must have worn off because the pounding was back in my head and even more intense, the zombies too close for comfort. "S-Somebody...! Heeelp!"
I broke out into several coughs. My grip was starting to loosen.
The zombies gave one last tug and then I was falling.
For a moment I thought I was dead, but then I found myself in a pair of red-clad arms with a half-demon leaping across the shoulders of multiple undead. It took a few moments before Inuyasha jumped up, landing onto Kirara's back with surprising ease. It almost felt like that time back in the forest when he saved me from that huge demon. The half-demon set me down and I wheezed, coughing as I clung to the cat demon. Kirara let out a roar, relieved. From below I could see Sesshomaru slashing at the undead, having moved from Yukimura to them sometime during my fall. I blinked, dumbfounded, raising a hand up and wiping off the blood dripping down my chin. I sniffled, ignoring the pain in my head. "Th-Thanks..."
Inuyasha scoffed. "Yeah, right. You're lucky you ain't dead yet."
I made a face, resisting the urge to make a sarcastic comment, and leaned over the side to watch Sesshōmaru battle. "You guys are really brothers?"
"Don't ask." The half-demon growled, turning to look at Yukimura. "Damn it... I don't want to work with him. I hate that bastard."
My eyes drifted over to stare at Inuyasha, curious. So many questions littered my mind, only making my migraine worse, but they were for another day. Now was not the time to ask about his past or his relationship with Sesshōmaru. "We... We need to break the barrier. Y-You said... you'd handle it this time, right?"
He hesitated. Right- family issues. Okay.
"I guess I'll do it. H-Hey, Sesshōmaru!" The demon lord did not so much as glance up. It didn't really surprise me; he really didn't look at me a whole lot when I spoke. It made me wonder if he was even listening, but then I remembered he knew my name. That gave me hope. He slashed at another undead below and for a moment, just that one moment, I wondered if he was still protecting me. When I fell and Inuyasha came over to catch me, did Sesshōmaru move away from Yukimura and his barrier to slay the undead before they could cause me further harm? I kind of wished that was the case. "I... I'm gonna break that barrier, okay? I'll show you how strong a sickly human can be!"
Inuyasha gave me a strange look when he saw the grin on my face, knowing full well I was in pain. "The hell? Don't help him! It's Sesshōmaru!"
"Yeah. I know that." I was shaking so bad from all of this. My anxiety and my fear were merging together into a very unhealthy concoction that spread throughout my bloodstream, and I knew I was going to have nightmares for many more days if I survived this. Still, having such a powerful demon nearby protecting me helped ease some of the tension plaguing my body and I took a deep breath, bringing my hands down to Kirara's fur as if I were about to commit a transmutation.
I can do this. My friends are in danger and this tenseiga of Sesshōmaru's was our only hope of escaping out of this alive. Inuyasha was too bitter towards his brother to help, so it was all left to me. Clearly. Damn it all; he could be such a child sometimes. Miroku was right. Leave all the work to the sickly person! It was taking all I had not to scream from the excruciating agony wracking through my brain. The fire grew around me, causing no harm to my dear cat demon friend or Inuyasha. It spread along the air, a pentagram beginning to form with the flames flickering from red-to-orange, and then blue-to-green. They grew high and fierce, hot to the touch yet not burning myself or any of my friends.
The summoning circle slowly began to expand as I prayed.
"O' overflowing blue sky..." The star in the middle became bright, almost blinding to look at. An eagle flew out of the circle, flapping its wings majestically and diving into the air. I focused my attention on the barrier surrounding Yukimura's corpse, multiple emotions flooding my being as I recalled how desperately I had pleaded with him and the other samurai to leave this castle. "...remove these storm clouds from my path!"
The eagle let out a loud, ear-piercing caw before beating its wings and plunging downwards towards the barrier. Dizziness washed over me and I fell over, collapsing against Kirara's back. The mask had saved me a lot of pain during my travel through the castle, but this was it. I was done for the day. Sesshōmaru dove away from the corpses after sending them all flying backwards with a powerful swing, forcing them away with the strength of his own demonic aura, and charged right at the barrier. At the exact moment the eagle pierced the blue force field Sesshōmaru swung the tenseiga. It sliced through the dissipating barrier easily, the blade tearing deep into Yukimura's flesh.
Only… it didn't actually leave a mark. The tenseiga freed Yukimura's soul, but left no cut behind to show it. The only thing that told me the corpse was defeated was the emptiness in my skull.
"H… He did it!" Kagome exclaimed, stunned when all the other corpses fell down onto the ground, completely immobile. "Sesshōmaru broke the spell!"
"Grrr~ I've had about as much as I can take from that Naraku!" Shippō growled, digging his little paws into Miroku's shoulder. The monk was making his way over with Sango, the woman carefully lifting me into her arms once Kirara lowered us to the ground. Inuyasha hopped onto the floor. "How's Irene!? Is she doing okay?"
"I don't know. She's terribly pale." Miroku responded, reaching out holding a hand carefully over my face. "We need to get back outside where Kagome's supplies are; she needs her medicine! Her breathing is weak. She's bleeding everywhere!"
I'm so tired. Today was far too much for me; I needed a break.
"I can't believe this is happening." Sango shook me lightly, trying to get me to open my eyes. I was so sleepy; I just wanted to take a nap. Everything hurt so badly. "Irene, stay with me! Don't do this!"
Shippō sat up straighter when he saw this, his green eyes watery with tears. "I-Irene, just hold on a little while longer, okay? We'll get you to that weird machine!"
Sango looked close to crying herself. She hoisted me up, sitting me upright so my back was against her chest. "You're bleeding badly…"
"Sesshōmaru," Kagome began, taking a daring step forward when she saw him sheath his sword, "you... weren't going to kill Irene, were you? I want to thank you- for protecting her, I mean. We were all very worried."
The demon lord gave her an empty stare, expression neutral and showing nothing of his thoughts. For the longest time it seemed he wasn't going to speak until he said, "I came here only for Naraku. If he isn't here there is no use remaining in this castle. I'm leaving."
Jaken suddenly came stumbling out of the west doorway, apparently having been hiding in that area the entire time. "W-Wait for me, sire! I-I have news! Um, that is... i-if you don't mind me saying... I saw from a nearby window some of those poisonous insects flying by! They seem to be heading in the direction of Ayame Village. Th-That's not too far from here, is it? Naraku might be there!"
"Hn." Sesshōmaru paused right before he left, focusing Inuyasha with a cold stare. "I suspect you'll be heading there as well, little brother? In that case- be sure to stay out of my way. Otherwise… I will kill you."
"Ha!" Inuyasha scoffed at that. "I'd like to see you try."
Kagome frowned, watching him leave. I tried to pull myself out of Sango's hold and stand, so I could thank him for helping me on the way here, but my body wouldn't move. I was too weak. My limbs had completely given out on me. "That was so strange… oh! Right, the bandages! Give me one moment, everyone!"
"As much as I'd love to head directly out for Ayame Village…" Miroku sighed. "We should probably return to Kaede's as quickly as possible. We need to recover and Irene is in no walking condition. With Hachi flying us we'll be able to double our time there and to the village; it's our best option."
Inuyasha opened his mouth to retort, but everything he said went through one of my ears and out the other. All their voices began to blur together, fading away into darkness. I couldn't make sense of anything they were saying. I was just so tired.
And I know Sango wanted me to stay awake… but sleep was far too tempting.
Notes:
Sesshomaru finally arrived! Woo!
Chapter 18: A Battle Between Friends
Notes:
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Chapter Text
While Kagome and Sango tended to my wounds and had me use the nebulizer, Hachi and the boys helped bury the remaining dead. I was asleep the entire time, but the girls nursed me back to health as best as they could. When I awoke my ears weren't working as well as they should have been and everyone, even Otoki, had been placed in graves. I sat there for the longest time, mourning the lives that were lost due to our carelessness.
Humans are such arrogant, greedy, and stubborn creatures…
Naraku knew that. He was originally human himself. Perhaps that's why he tries so hard to wipe us all out- he despises the nature of mankind.
I wore the demon slayer mask over my face when Miroku lit incense on the graves, the monk kneeling beside me and offering his prayers to the deceased. I wondered when it came to this- how trying to find my sister wound up being a journey that treaded between life-and-death, innocents getting involved and lives lost because of the heartlessness of one wretched half-demon.
Otoki…
Her voice was gone now. All the voices were. No more undead plagued my mind with their terrible thoughts, though it left me hard of hearing as a result. Kagome placed some weird medicine in my ears, but I knew if I wanted to hear properly again I would have to ask the Shikigami for help. I was just so tired- I feared that if I did so now I would wind up asleep for another day or so.
My feet were very badly cut up as well; it made walking extremely difficult. It didn't stop me from trying, but the second Sango saw me trying to move around she got protective and ordered Kirara to stay with me. The cat demon was with me now, resting on my shoulder, watching with sad red eyes as I placed flowers on the mounds of dirt.
These people… deserved better than this. Naraku was awful.
I wish I could have thanked Sesshōmaru… He disappeared before I woke up. According to Miroku, the demon lord was chasing after the Saimyōshō, heading towards Ayame Village which was up in the mountains near where Kōga and the other wolf demons lived. I wasn't exactly keen on having to hear more arguing between Inuyasha and Kōga, but I did want to know how his injuries healed up. They say Sesshōmaru is cold and ruthless, that he views humans as no more than insects...
So why did he keep me alive and protect me to the very end, even after he said our bargain was completed and that I was no longer under his protection? I think there was something else going on that the gang didn't know about- a person Sesshōmaru met that changed his opinions of humans. It was all speculation, of course, yet it was the only thing I could think of. The story of Tsukuyomaru kept coming to mind whenever I thought about the demon lord. There has to be someone… right?
Why else would he go out of his way to save all these people?
I pulled away and sighed, taking a shaky breath before attempting to stand. Kirara hopped off my shoulder and transformed, growling at me sternly as she moved over. Miroku opened his eyes and frowned, watching as I struggled to climb onto Kirara's back. "Here, let me help you." He said, reaching out to grab my waist.
"I-I'm good, thanks." I said quickly, not too keen on getting touched inappropriately. I hissed when the bottoms of my feet pressed against the ground, my attempt at jumping onto the cat demon's back ending poorly.
"You don't have to be like that." He said, frowning. "Just let me-"
Suddenly he froze, sweat beading down the sides of his face when he felt a rather malicious aura radiating behind him. I pulled myself onto Kirara's back with a grunt, watching as Sango glared at Miroku from the distance. "Thanks, but no thanks. Appreciate it, don't want it."
Deep breaths. Stay calm. Don't think about the way the people had been living so worriedly or how joyously. Don't think about the families or the samurai, or even the animals. We needed to get back to Kaede's immediately to recover, then head out afterwards for Ayame Village. A part of me foolishly hoped we would see Sesshōmaru again, if only so I could say a few words to him.
Thank you, for protecting me.
For saving the souls of the undead.
For not hurting my friends.
Thank you… for everything.
I winced and grabbed at my right shoulder, feeling the stitches pull against the flesh with my movement. My left arm was no better, cut deep in such a similar state. Even though my feet were bandaged and stitched they still bled through the white cloth, making every step a painful one. If I wasn't so used to being in such pain by now I might have started crying like usual.
I can handle physical pain a lot better now, though the emotional hurt… was something I still lacked control of. Once we all had gathered back together and eaten breakfast, which mainly consisted of the remaining junk food that Kagome had hiding in her backpack and a stray rabbit Inuyasha had found wandering into the rundown town, we took off on Hachi's back. Seeing as Kaede's was going to be a while I waited until Kagome gave the okay for me to use the Shikigami, holding out until the medicine did its job.
This way it wouldn't wear me out as bad. The worse the wound the more painful and draining it is on my body; I discovered this with Jaken and his scratches last night. So, thankfully, when I did use the Shikigami on my ears and head- and only on that- I wasn't on the verge of blacking out. I did, however, still curl up against Sango and fall asleep out of sheer desire because I was exhausted from all the events that had happened and my lungs being not too terribly happy with me.
It is what it is, but having a chronic illness was a nuisance. I really am so lucky everyone was so kind, putting up with my weakness and even making up for it. The group held itself together- not because of Kagome, not because of one single person, but because they all genuinely cared about one another. It was so nice.
I… I know I'm going to go home eventually, one way or another, but I…
I cared about these people so much, way more than I had been expecting to.
The next morning we arrived at our base village, dropping Kagome off at the Bone-Eater's well so she could return home for more supplies and whatever exams she had to take. Poor girl; I don't think she got any studying done this week. We've been so busy; it was pure chaos the past few days. What with the bat demons and the castle… I hoped she did well. Maybe the next time she comes by and has any English homework I could try to help… I'm amazed she hasn't been kicked out of the school yet due to the sheer amount of absences she has.
Actually, why hasn't the school sent any police down to check out the house or anything? They always did that whenever students were caught skipping school back when I was little. My older brother loved to get in trouble before he hit high school; then he grew up and became the white knight I've come to know him as. Always wanting to help others in need, even though it often hurt him…
I wish he could be a little selfish sometimes. He's gotten better, but still- it hurt to see him in pain. It was always the nicest people who got the short end of the stick, being treated badly because they were too kind, despite the fact that they deserved the world. Instead they were always handed an empty plate full of crumbs. It disgusted me.
And yet…
Sesshōmaru…
He was a lot like a knight, especially with how he appeared and rescued me. I could handle ghosts and demons and monsters, but zombies were the only supernatural thing that truly haunted me growing up. With his silver hair and white kimono, and those eyes that looked almost like molten pools of gold… it almost felt like I was dreaming. To have him, someone who despised humans, save me in such a helpless situation- I could hardly believe it. I was so certain I was going to die and he took care of the enemies so effortlessly. Every swing of his sword or slash of his claws looked as though he were dancing.
It had been so mesmerizing.
I really wanted to meet him again, if only to just thank him. Maybe apologize for being such a nuisance. I just… hoped that it wasn't under the same circumstances again; for both my sake and the sake of others. Too many lives were lost in that castle town and I wished more than anything that the dead being possessed like that would never happen again. If Sesshōmaru didn't appear when he did, broke the spells of the cursed when he did, or even find me… I would be dead without a doubt. Travelling like this kept getting more and more dangerous, my life getting closer to the edge of being forfeit.
I really didn't want to die.
Not before I found Maria or, at the very least, figure out what happened to her.
I took a steady breath, leaning against the wooden floor of the hut, resting my eyes and my lungs while Inuyasha sulked about Kagome going home. Sango and Miroku disappeared with Kirara and Hachi, leaving me alone with Shippō and Inuyasha. Kaede was watching over us, tending to whatever wounds we had and occasionally praying. I woke up for dinner, then went back to sleep.
Sometime during day two of our recovery Miroku, Sango, and Kirara returned. Hachi had ran off to some temple that Miroku grew up in, presumably to care for the old man that raised him. I honestly knew very little about it. Since my awakening I've been paying a lot more attention to Inuyasha, finding his relationship with his brother most curious. He really seemed to hate the demon lord.
I took a shaky breath and held Kirara close to my chest, pressing a small kiss to the kitten's forehead and cuddling her to my face. I was wearing one of Kaede's kimonos from when she was my age due to the seriousness of my injuries, that way changing clothes and tending to my wounds would be easier. She really was the wisest of us all. From what Sango said, they had all left earlier to go back to her home village- searching for supplies to make a mask. Luckily for us there were already a few half-made masks sitting around in the forge, so she used one as a base and went on from there. Miroku had been with her to exorcise the evil spirit remaining inside, so as to not attract any unwanted demons.
Now she was just adding up a few finishing touches.
I watched her polish it from my spot in the hut, the majority of the group huddled together inside. Kaede was currently off picking vegetables for lunch time. Meanwhile Inuyasha was fidgeting anxiously, tapping his sharp nails against the wooden ground with his ears constantly moving- hearing every little thing that went on.
"Can you stop that, Inuyasha?" Miroku asked as he sipped his cup of tea. "You're making me nervous."
The half-demon tensed, curling his fingers into fists as he laid on his side. I couldn't see his face, but I knew at once that he was scowling. He was easier to read than most.
Meanwhile I could hardly read Sesshōmaru at all.
My heart jumped at the thought of the stranger, recalling the intimidating way he stared at me when he was demanding answers and how mesmerizing he looked whilst battling. He was so beautiful and intense; it made me both scared and flustered just thinking about him. Frick.
Something is wrong with me, clearly.
I snapped out of my thoughts hearing Sango call out to me. "Is everything alright, Irene? Your face is red."
"Wh-What?" Was it really? That's weird. I held Kirara with one arm and raised a hand up to my face, trying to feel the heat. "I… I dunno. I was just… thinking."
"About what?"
That was such an innocent question and yet I found myself turning warm. Her eyebrows raised, surprise filling her expression. Miroku glanced at me curiously, lowering his cup. "What indeed?" He said, intrigued. "Or perhaps it would be better to ask who you are thinking about?"
I am not dealing with this right now. "I-I was just remembering some stuff at the castle. That's all." I lifted my cup up and took a drink, setting Kirara down in my lap. The cat mewed and watched, red eyes big with wonder. "Nothing to worry about."
"You're so obvious." The monk said, grinning. "Tell us who it is. Or shall I start guessing? To think even love would reach the resistant Irene's heart-"
I sputtered at that. "A-Are you kidding me right now? It's not love! I met the dude once!"
As soon as the words were out of my mouth I realized my mistake, having just accidentally given away the fact that I was thinking about a person. Frick.
"Just once?" Sango blinked. "Who- oh no. Irene, it's not Sesshōmaru is it?"
"Oh my gods." I am so done with this. "Why do you guys always find my non-existent love life so interesting? There's nothing to be interested about! I'm just trying to figure out why Inuyasha and Sesshōmaru hate each other so much, okay? There's a lot I don't know! He seemed like a decent guy, yet everyone wants to fight him for some reason!"
I heard the half-demon scoff at my words. "Decent?" Inuyasha echoed, turning to glare at me from over his shoulder. "He is far from decent. He's a fucking monster, that's what he is. You're lucky you're even alive right now!"
"He's not a monster!" I retorted, frowning. "He saved me. A monster would have just let me die."
"Keh! Whatever." Inuyasha turned away, grimacing. "I can't believe it… because of Kagome's stupid studies that bastard Sesshōmaru is gonna get to Naraku before we do! What a waste of time."
Sango sighed, shaking her head. "You know we can't do anything without her here. She's the only one who can see the jewel shards, not to mention supply Irene with the medicine she needs. We're a lost cause without her."
"Besides," Shippō spoke up, turning to look at Inuyasha from his spot beside the monk, "I doubt he'll find Naraku that easily! He showed up late, remember? I'm sure we'll be fine for three days."
Miroku nodded his head. "I agree. You need to calm down."
"I am calm!" The half-demon snapped. "It's that bastard who isn't. The hell does he think he is showing up like that? He wasn't invited to the castle! And you-!" I recoiled when he suddenly jumped up and pointed at me, glaring darkly. "What is wrong with you!? Why do you keep defending him!? Sesshōmaru is insane! Why can't you understand that?"
"Uhh… because he isn't?" He was actually rather calm and collected, not to mention greatly intelligent considering the way he battled and assessed the situations we ended up in. That person was extremely calculating, not to mention strong, and proved to be fairly merciful since he spared my life several times after I made some stupid comments.
"He tried to kill you!"
"No; he didn't." I think the fact that he kept me alive, even after learning who my friends were, proved that he was very much sane. "He never even threatened me…?"
Inuyasha stepped forward, squatting down until he was up in my face with raging amber eyes. I leaned back, scooting closer to Sango, back pressing against her right arm. Kirara's fur stuck up and she hissed, standing on my thighs and trying to get the half-demon to back away. She knew I was uncomfortable at the proximity and even more so anxious due to his yelling. "He was literally holding you hostage in front of us!" He snapped. "I bet that was the whole reason he saved you; so he could use you against us like the jerk that he is!"
Okay, wow. Inuyasha has some serious issues with Sesshōmaru that need sorted out and I swear to god if I have to be the person to do that I might flip a table or two. I sat up straighter, attempting to stand my ground as I stubbornly defended the demon lord who protected me.
"He was not using me against you! He wandered into the room I was in, killed the zombies with tenseiga because they were in the way, and just happened to save me in the process! Sesshōmaru kept me safe because we had a deal, Inuyasha! Using me as a hostage was not part of that deal."
"Do you seriously believe that? You're more stupid than I thought!"
Alright, that's enough. A fire lit in my eyes and my expression darkened, voice rising gradually as I spoke, calling him out on his behavior as I grew fed up with their treatment of Sesshōmaru. He was in no way near the kind of monster they were trying to make him out to be, nonetheless an aggressive demon like the ones we've fought before! He was powerful and intimidating, but he was also kind; that in turn made him nothing like Naraku.
Maybe it was a bit too simple to suggest that what happened between them was in the past and should stay there; I had no idea what was done to hurt Inuyasha in the way he was. But I refuse to sit there and let them badmouth the demon lord when it was so blatantly obvious that he was a different person now. He was no longer the cruel person they knew.
"You're the stupid one!" I snapped, patience tipping over the edge. "You're so blinded by your own paranoia and hatred of your brother that you can't accept the fact that he might actually have a nice side to him!"
"Wh-Whaaat!?" The half-demon reeled back, both angered and taken back. My own words startled me, especially since I had said them so clearly and without stuttering, and as thoughts of the consequences dawned on me a look of horror grew on my face. A hand flew up to my mouth and I stared at Inuyasha with big eyes, fearing that I went too far. "Y-You're joking, right?" He asked, stunned. "This is Sesshōmaru we're talking about!"
"N-No…" I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Even Kaede who had returned with her basket full of vegetables had paused to watch the scene play out. "I-I mean… you guys never really told me a whole lot about him, so… I only know what I do from the time in the castle. And he was… he was really nice to me in the castle, so… uh, In-Inuyasha?" I blinked, seeing the way he had retreated into a corner. "Are you okay?"
"I can't believe this." He muttered, curled up with his hands over his head. "She's seriously defending him... What the hell?"
Kaede stared at him for a moment before heading to the kitchen, deciding not to bother with him today. This must be a normal occurrence. Miroku, Sango, and Shippō all let out heavy sighs and hung their heads. I blinked several times, wondering if I broke the half-demon and feeling a surge of guilt and regret well up inside of me.
"Anyway!" I cleared my throat awkwardly, picking up my cup of tea again. "S-Sesshōmaru said he has a score to settle with Naraku, so… uh… y-yeah. There's that. He never said what the score was though."
Sango stared at me. "He actually spoke to you? You guys had a civil conversation?"
"Y-yeah? A little." I felt so weird. The demon lord was obviously a man of few words, but the way they tried to make it sound seemed like he was only ever threatening them. "His servant mostly answered things. Um, Sesshōmaru did say a few things though. A lot of them were mostly out of irritation towards Jaken and the other demons…"
"I see." Miroku raised a hand up to his chin, thinking deeply. "Do you remember anything else he said? Something that could give us any clue about his plans?"
"Uh…" I struggled to remember. He was so closed off and aloof. "N-No…? I asked a lot of questions and he only really answered one or two of them. Hrm. Oh! He asked if I really was the one to scar Kagura's face. Um… didn't they say something about the Saimyōshō?"
"Yes. They were heading towards Ayame Village." Miroku answered. "But I mean… anything aside from that? Perhaps any scheme to steal the tetsusaiga?"
That startled me. I eyed Miroku weirdly, not understanding why he would suggest such a thing. "No? Why on earth would Sesshōmaru want to steal Inuyasha's sword?"
"Why else?" The half-demon scoffed, giving me a dirty look from over his shoulder. "So he can have it for himself."
"What?"
"That's right… you wouldn't know anything about it, would you?" Miroku took another sip of his tea, sharing a look with Sango and Shippō. "I suppose we should explain. You know that Inuyasha and Sesshōmaru are brothers with different mothers. But unlike our dear hotheaded friend," Inuyasha scowled and shot him a look, "Sesshōmaru does not feel any compassion or warmth towards humans. In fact, he despises them- so much so that he considers Inuyasha a disgrace to their proud demon bloodline."
I lowered my head and recalled all I could about my time spent in the castle. The demon lord seemed rather irritated when I mentioned I had a half-demon friend, and when he met up with everyone he seemed a bit… oh, what's the word to describe it? I don't believe angry is the right term to use. If anything I would dare say that he was almost disappointed to see that it was indeed Inuyasha I was talking about.
It would make sense considering they didn't get along. Inuyasha was throwing insults at him left-and-right, everyone pleading with me to stop defending him and to move away. For a long time I thought they were going to fight, especially when Sesshōmaru suddenly pushed me behind him and grabbed the handle of his sword. I was so scared that they would attack each other.
"Inuyasha wielding the tetsusaiga only makes it worse!" Shippō exclaimed, frowning deeply. "He hates the fact that he has the tenseiga and wants the tetsusaiga instead!"
"H-Huh? How come?" I snapped out of my thoughts, eyes wide. "What's wrong with the tenseiga? Isn't he the only one who can use it?"
Inuyasha scoffed at that. "As if."
"What he means to say," Miroku began with a sigh, "is that the only one capable of using the tenseiga is a person who cares for others. The tenseiga is a weapon that can not cut nor kill an enemy of the living realm. Clearly it can do damage to the undead- or at the very least free the souls of the deceased, which only goes to show that is a sword of healing rather than one of conquest."
I made a face at that. They really hated the demon lord, didn't they? "But he could use it. And he's already super strong! Why would he want the tetsusaiga?"
"That's not what I meant." The monk said. My eyebrows furrowed together and my nose scrunched up, even more confused than before. "The tenseiga is a sword capable of reviving those who have died. Very much like the tetsusaiga's Wind Scar which can slay a hundred demons in a single sweep, the tenseiga can save a hundred lives in a single sweep. Sesshōmaru is not capable of saving anyone in this way because of his blackened heart."
What…? He can… bring the dead back to life?
That shouldn't be possible; are they messing with me right now? I know the demon lord was extremely powerful, but… to be able to perform necromancy? It was hard to believe. Those who have died are meant to stay that way- nothing good ever comes from trying to bring someone you've lost back from the grave. There must be some kind of limit to that power, right? Certain rules or restrictions when attempting to use it?
"The tetsusaiga and tenseiga were both made from their father's fang." Miroku told me, taking another sip of his tea. He reached over to pick up the kettle, pouring some more into his cup. "Yet Sesshōmaru feels their father favored Inuyasha and his human mother by bequeathing him such a powerful blade and leaving him with the tenseiga- a sword he considers worthless."
"Yes." Sango nodded, turning to face me. "However, Sesshōmaru is unable to wield the tetsusaiga either, even though he is able to bring out its true power. Their father had the blade designed with the purpose of protecting mortals and therefore a demon such as he who harbors hatred towards humans could not use it. A spell was put on the tetsusaiga to reject any evil demon that goes near it. He can grab the sword, but it still rejects him and badly burns his hand until he lets go."
"...I see." I pet Kirara solemnly, feeling greatly disheartened upon hearing all of this. I had ideas about what the brothers relationship was like, but I never imagined it would be so complicated and terrible. I still wanted to believe that Sesshōmaru might have changed a little since the last time the gang saw him before the castle, but… now I was uncertain. He sounded so cruel.
Yet… would someone so cruel truly help me? Or even defend me?
Was I looking at things all wrong?
"Yeah!" Shippō climbed onto Miroku's lap, trying to catch my attention. "He's a real jerk! One time before we met Sango he even teamed up with Naraku to try and kill Inuyasha and steal his sword! Miroku ended up being badly poisoned by the Saimyōshō because of it!"
Miroku closed his eyes, resting a hand on Shippō's head gently. "Yes, I remember that. It was shortly after I started travelling with you all. If I recall correctly Naraku gave Sesshōmaru a mortal arm that was embedded with a jewel shard so he could bypass tetsusaiga's barrier. If Inuyasha didn't tear it off when he did we would have surely died horrible deaths."
Oh my gods.
I picked the cat demon up, holding her close to my chest once more. I didn't like what I was hearing at all; it was so awful. "H-He… He didn't seem like a bad person when I spoke to him… all he wanted was to kill Naraku. He never even mentioned Inuyasha! I-I mean, due to some stuff that was said back when we were fighting Taigokumaru I… I assumed that he might have tried to kill him before, but…"
"But what?" Sango asked, looking at me curiously. "You didn't think he was capable of it?"
"I-I just… when I met him I…" I hesitated. Kirara mewed and pressed her cold nose to my bandaged cheek. "I-I just didn't think he was a bad person- not anymore, at least. I mean, I… I know you guys were about to fight each other in the tower inside that one room… but you didn't! Sesshōmaru backed off before there could be a battle; he decided not to hurt you! Th-That's a good thing, right? He was being nice there!"
Sango didn't look that convinced. "I suppose…"
"What makes you so certain, Irene?" Miroku questioned, staring at me with curious eyes. There was something else in that expression of his that I couldn't quite name. My eyebrows knit together as I looked at him, not understanding what he was asking. "You only met him once. Why do you trust him so?"
"Because…"
I faltered. I remembered his stone-cold gaze, those piercing golden orbs that bore into my soul and determined my sense of worth. He was always so quiet and calculating, not bothering to speak unless needed or if something truly piqued his curiosity. Sesshōmaru was incredibly strong, far more powerful than any human or demon I've met in this time period. He tolerated my rambling nonsense as much as he did his own servant's irritable personality, even going so far as to punish the imp when he became too brash or harsh with his insults.
He kept his word and protected me, even going so far to push me behind him when it seemed like he and Inuyasha might battle. I didn't think of it much then, but now it all seems like he was aiming to keep me out of the way of any crossfire- defending me even in that moment. Sesshōmaru used the tenseiga, a sword he apparently considered useless, to save Otoki and the souls of all the undead, breaking the spell on Yukimura and freeing his heartbroken spirit.
He…
A hand raised to my chest and I frowned, biting on my bottom lip, a large array of emotions conflicting inside of me.
He was wonderful.
And yet my friends were all telling me these terrible things, informing me about the monstrous deeds he has done.
"I… I have no reason as to why I shouldn't trust Sesshōmaru."
The demon lord never shown any sign or done anything to me that would warrant my distrust. All I felt towards him was immense gratitude, yet the words these people around me spoke tried to warrant fear and anxiety towards him. I didn't like it. Inuyasha's eyes became alight with rage and I flinched when he suddenly rammed a fist into the floorboard, breaking the wood and leaving a large hole in the ground.
We all watched as he stormed out of the hut, smacking the beaded hanging door so hard out of his way it fell off its strings and collapsed. The half-demon was furious… and it was because of what I said. My lips tilted downward and I turned away from everyone, cuddling Kirara close. I knew the second I voiced my opinion Inuyasha would throw a fit; I just knew it.
"And he hates me now…" I sighed, feeling the sadness creep in as I thought about how angry he was. He must feel so betrayed; the half-demon was a lot more sensitive than he tried to portray himself as. "I just… I feel like Sesshōmaru had to have changed from the last time you guys saw him. Otherwise he would have killed me, right? I-I don't know…"
An arm wrapped around my shoulders, Sango pulling me to her chest. Her brown eyes were soft as they met mine. "I think you're just too nice, Irene. You think good of just about everybody; Inuyasha will realize that soon enough. You just need to give him time to think."
She says that, but I fear my friendship with him is already over. This is why I always stayed out of arguments in high school- and when they did occur I would always play neutral. How come this felt so different from then, I wonder? Because it was over someone who literally threatened his younger brother's life in the past? It was all petty fights and arguments back where I was from; I often acted as the messenger for everyone because they stubbornly refused to just talk to each other and fix the misunderstandings.
Now… it felt like I was losing someone important.
I've been abandoned and replaced by so many people I called friends; Inuyasha and I have had a rocky relationship to begin with- our personalities weren't very compatible. He was all brash and hot-headed, and I was awkward and passive aggressive. He tried to bring out the more aggressive side of me, especially when we trained together to help me get better at using the Shikigami, but… it never really worked.
We were just too different.
And I hated that. I wanted to be friends- good friends, true friends. It was just… hard.
I thought we were finally getting somewhere too, but then Sesshōmaru had to show up and act all… strong and beautiful. He had to be aloof and nice at the same time, yet have a terrible past with the people I cared deeply about. Freaking… demon lord person. Urgh. I really needed to fix things with Inuyasha now. But how?
"Still…" Miroku spoke up, looking at me with concern, his expression completely serious. "Now that Sesshōmaru knows you're travelling with us, I fear your opinion of him will soon become corrupted. Rather than protecting you… he may just wind up hurting you in the end."
I said nothing, no longer able to have the confidence to voice my thoughts on the matter. Everything they said made sense and yet… I doubted it.
Was it because I was naive? I'm not the brightest person; I can be rather obtuse most of the time, always slow to understand things that aren't explained properly to me. Always questioning and wondering, yet unable to bring myself to ask aloud what it is I am confused about. The few times I am able to this happens- the people I care about get hurt or offended.
I was intimidated by Sesshōmaru, yes, but at least I was able to ask him things without causing him to get angry. He was so calm and serious; that man took everything in stride. It was hard to believe him and Inuyasha were related. With the way he shielded me when he was about to harm the others, even after knowing I was friends with them, would he truly aim to cause me hurt?
"Irene, come here." I heard Kaede call out to me. I winced, fearing that I might get lectured for my words, and reluctantly pulled myself away from Sango's comforting grasp. Walking hurt because of my wounded feet, but I put up with it. It could be considered my punishment for hurting someone I thought of as a friend. Kirara looked like she was about to transform, to carry me again, but Sango placed a hand on her back to stop her. How odd. Kaede pulled over a small crate, instructing for me to sit down on it. "Mince the vegetables, will you?"
"Uh… okay. Y-Yeah, sure." I sat down and picked up the knife, staring at it nervously before bringing it over to the cutting board. "I can't really cook though, so be warned."
The old priestess chuckled. "I am well aware. Consider this practice; I will teach you."
A warmth filled my chest at this and I felt terrible for the small smile that tried to form. I shouldn't be allowed to- not after what I did. I carefully held the vegetables still and began to chop them, doing it a bit slowly because of my lack of experience. Kaede observed for a moment before returning to stir the stew that was boiling in the middle of the hut, inhaling the scent before shaking her head. I had managed to dice up the radish fairly easily, but then I got to the garlic and onions and… frick.
I blinked rapidly, trying to force the tears away as I chopped them. It smelled awful.
Kaede returned shortly after and grabbed some seasoning, pouring some herbs into the pot. "Almost there. Are the vegetables ready yet, Irene?"
"Uh, y-yeah. I think?" Sango smiled at my uncertain answer, finding something about it amusing. Miroku and Shippō were trying to hide their grins with their cups, drinking their tea. "D-Do you want me to just pour them in or-?"
"Into the pan, please. With the rice."
"O-Okie dokie. Um… oh gosh." Why am I so freaked out over this? I bit my bottom lip and poured the chopped food into it, watching as Kaede came over and began to mix them together with the rice, cooking them on low. Stir-fry rice and veggies with beef stew; that seemed rather extravagant for a priestess in a small village, but there were a lot of us in this hut. She must have gotten a great deal of hunting done earlier. "Th-That good?"
She nodded. "Yes. Thank you, my child. Why don't you go and dish out the portions for everyone? I'll fetch some of the napkins dear Kagome left behind."
"R-Right." My feet seriously ached. I wondered why she was having me do this all of a sudden; it seemed so random. No one ever let me help with the cooking before back home, no matter how much I asked so I could learn, and then I would always be given grief because I didn't know how to cook. Now Kaede was having me chop vegetables without an explanation. Was it to distract me from the fight with Inuyasha or did she actually need the help? "Bowls! Where are the bowls? Th-There! Found them. Okay."
I took out several large bowls. Pouring some of the stir-fry into them I moved over and poured the soup on top. Shippō leaned over with big eyes, practically drooling at the sight. "It looks so yummy~! Yay!" He took his bowl excitedly. "I can't wait!"
"Me too." Sango hummed, accepting the food offering and grabbing a pair of chopsticks. "Ah, it looks delicious. You did a nice job cutting the vegetables, Irene. Thank you!"
"Yes. You and Kaede both." Miroku said, bringing his bowl up to his lips and sipping at some of the juice. "Mmm. Perfect. Now if only Inuyasha wasn't sulking he could have his share."
"Agreed." The demon slayer commented, taking a bite. I dished out Kaede's potion and was about to get to mine when they said that. I hesitated, glancing out at the doorway nervously. "If he expects me to bring him his bowl he has another thing coming!"
"Same here." Shippō huffed. The three were all eyeing me intently, causing me to stiffen and stare at them strangely. "I'm not doing it either. What about you, Miroku?"
"Nope. I'm going to enjoy this delicious meal."
Are… they trying to convince me to go bring him his food? Seriously? I was sort of planning on it anyway, but… still. There was no need to be so unnerving about it. I was hungry too. I grabbed two pairs of chopsticks, filled up two more bowls, and stood. "I-I'll… be back. Um. Sorry."
Frick. They're trying to stress me out, aren't they?
The bottoms of the bowls were hot and they were starting to burn my hands, but I ignored it in favor of walking outside, glancing both ways and looking up at the trees to see if the half-demon was in any of them. He tended to have a habit of hiding in high-up places. I wondered why that was? Some of the villagers saw me walking around and sent out greetings, welcoming me back from my travels with the others. I ended up asking them if they've seen Inuyasha around and they pointed me towards the outskirts of the village near the Bone-Eater's well.
Thankfully there were no demons this time waiting to attack. Inuyasha must have taken care of them this morning- he was gone until evening hit, after all. Now it was around eight. I found him near a hill, hiding in one of the branches of a very large and bulky tree. His ears twitching signaled he heard my approach and I wheezed, exhausted from all the movement. I had been walking around town so long the food had cooled some, the gashes on my feet throbbing painfully. I really need to heal those later. "In… Inuyasha! Dinner is… ready…!"
"Just leave it and go. I'll eat later."
Wow, okay. Rude. He can probably smell the blood on my feet, so he knows I hurt myself to bring him his stupid food. Is he that mad at me? "...Aren't you always hungry?"
"Just go away!"
My head lowered at that, heart sinking deeper into my stomach. My fingers tightened on the bowls, shaking so bad they threatened to spill the soup. Did he truly hate me that much? For sharing a difference in opinion? No, it wasn't just that; it was because I defended someone who had hurt him. Someone who had helped me and protected me. Someone Inuyasha felt great bitterness and disdain towards, someone who was supposed to be family. "I… I'm sorry."
I didn't know what else to say. But it seemed to have set him off the edge, the half-demon's ears twitching and eyes lighting with rage, the boy turning from his spot on the branch and glaring down at me as he shouted. "Stop with the fucking apologies! Do I have to tear your tongue out to get you to shut up!? Just get out! If you like him so damn much go travel with that bastard instead, you got that!? It's not like we really even need you here!"
...Oh. O-Oh…
The half-demon's eyes grew wide when he realized what he said, ears drooping down slightly, but he didn't take it back. He whirled back around, legs crossed and hands shoved up his kimono sleeves, the boy huffing as he turned his head away. Seeing this, my heart sunk deep into the abyss of my stomach, hope of ever making amends starting to shatter.
"I-I see." My eyes began to sting with the familiar sensation of tears, teeth momentarily tearing into my trembling bottom lip before I gave a tired smile. I really did cross the line. I finally thought we were getting somewhere, that our friendship meant something. But, just like with everything else, I was wrong. Or maybe it did mean something and my big stupid mouth just destroyed it. I'm not the brightest person. I'm not even that useful.
Miroku, Sango, Shippō… they all tried so hard to convince me that I helped them somehow. If I had, then why am I screwing up so badly right now? Can they answer me that? Child or adult, human or demon or half, they were wrong and… I was wrong. Even with this useless body, even with the spirits that are inhabiting me…
I'm still so pathetic and cowardly. I claim to try and face the consequences of my decisions, yet here am I turning tail and running away from them. How on earth am I supposed to make amends with someone who wants nothing to do with me?
"I-I'll just… leave your food here, 'kay?" I swallowed down the lump in my throat and knelt down, squeezing my eyes shut and keeping the smile on my face, setting the bowl on the grass. "Th-The others are worried about you, so just… let them know what's up when you're done. Okay?"
I was never very good at keeping friends, anyway, but this is fine.
It wasn't like it had a chance of lasting this time, anyway, not with the circumstances we were in. I'll be heading back home eventually. Taking a deep breath and ignoring the way the world seemed to slow down around me, I cradled the lone bowl to my chest and began to walk away. And as my head hung low, voice locked deep in my throat somewhere, I thought I heard the sound of a branch moving. But minutes passed and no one came, and I knew I was mistaken.
That was when the droplets fell. Splashing into the soup and against my hands, tears trickling down my face and burning my eyes. It hurt so much. My feet felt super sore, too.
I didn't even have much of an appetite anymore.
Perhaps I should have made my way back to the hut; that would have been the smart thing to do. Yet, as I mentioned I wasn't the brightest and I found myself sitting on a rock at the lake I normally bathe in, bandaged feet resting in the icy cold water, bowl of food abandoned somewhere on the ground. It's been almost thirty minutes- Sango and Miroku were probably worrying by now. Or maybe they thought Inuyasha and I had made up and were just hanging out. Who knew? I didn't really care anymore.
I just wanted to go home.
I want Maria…
I can't handle much more of this. It hurts too much. This world is so scary and cruel; I hate it. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it! Naraku, Anastasia, the incarnations, the deceased… it's terrible! Awful! Monstrous! They've murdered so many innocents, they've tried to kill me, they've tried to kill the others! So many more are still going to die; there's no end to it! Just what is the point? This endless cycle of hatred and bloodshed…
Why can't it just end? Why is trying to help people…so painful? Why is trying to survive so painful?
Why is trying to keep a friend… so difficult?
I took a deep breath, leaning my head back and wiping at my face with my sleeves, trying to work up the courage to get moving. I was just about to pull my feet out of the water and force myself to storm back up to the tree to try and talk to the half-demon one last time, when-
"Hey."
A fist bopped the top of my head lightly. My breath hitched in my throat and I choked, wheezing and whirling around to see who it was. I hadn't even heard him walk over. The teen wasn't looking me, instead seeming to stare at the ground, eyebrows furrowed together in what appeared to be frustration.
"You should… eat your food, too. Out of all of us, your health is the worst. Keep crying like that and you'll have another one of those weird breathing attacks."
"Inu… yasha?" Why was he here? I'm so confused. "When did… uh, a-aren't you mad?"
I flinched when he turned his glare to me, the teen raising his voice again. "I'm fucking pissed! You siding with that asshole…! I don't buy your story of that jerk protecting you- not for one second! He held you hostage against us, damn it! I'm even angrier that you helped him and nearly got yourself killed doing so! Another move like that and you might not wake up next time!"
...What? I blinked, stunned. He was angry… out of worry? I mean- of freaking course, that only makes sense, but… Oh, gods, I'm so dense sometimes.
Inuyasha's first instinct was to refute anything that involved Sesshōmaru, the half-demon proud and greatly independent. All he really knew how to do was spew insults when something he didn't like happened; and when he was concerned about others he had a hard time showing it. I knew he was a sensitive person, but this was way out of his comfort range and he was snapping at me because I was the one who pushed him into it.
So… I have to fix it.
But what he said… the blame wasn't entirely on me.
"You wouldn't break the barrier," I said, lips tilting into a frown," so… I did it." He tensed and glared at the water, his expression becoming even more sour and bitter. "If I didn't break it, then… all of you would have died. I-I didn't… I don't want you to die, Inuyasha."
His ear twitched. Inuyasha was staring at me with uncertain eyes, not really sure how to handle this situation.
"I don't want a-anyone else to die…"
My jaw tightened and I brought my hands together, lacing my fingers so tight my knuckles turned white.
"He saved Otoki… your brother used tenseiga a-and he saved her. He saved me. Maybe you're right; if he hadn't… if he hadn't had to come into the room I was in, chances are he would have let me die. B-But he didn't. When demons or undead attacked, he kept me behind him and… protected me. I-I don't know what happened between you; I wasn't there a-and I only know what I've been told, but…"
I glanced up at him, lips curling back as another sob tried to work its way up. Inuyasha's golden eyes met mine and his angry expression softened just a little, as if realizing just how scared I was in that moment. We've come a long way from that time I was first brought to this land; all we did was argue at the beginning. He would yell and I would shrink down, at least until he made me mad enough to retort. We've gotten so much better since then, but there was still a lot to learn.
"People, human or demon, are all capable of change. Even him."
Inuyasha huffed and folded his arms over his chest, squatting down on the rock next to me and scowling. "Do you even hear yourself right now? ...Just eat your stupid food."
Frick, frick, frick; this isn't working! Why isn't this working? I'm no good at these things! This is where we need Kagome to talk the sense into him, because I clearly can't. Growing irritated with both him and myself, I took a deep breath and stated very firmly, "No."
He blinked, looking at me in surprise. "What?"
I unlaced my fingers and set them down on my lap, grabbing at the kimono I was wearing, trying to hide how badly I was shaking. The bandages around my feet were completely soaked by this point, loose and allowing the blood to mix with the clear water, stinging my feet and only making the pain worse. I stared the teenager down, keeping my voice as steady as I possibly could, heartbreak still strong as my anxiety and annoyance won over. "You yell at me for getting myself hurt, yet the only reason I got hurt was because you refused to use your sword to break the barrier around Yukimura! Why? Because it meant "helping" Sesshōmaru. You aren't helping him, you're working together with him. To do what? To save us. To save yourselves."
Ooh, thinking back on it made me so angry. Inuyasha almost looked sheepish now, if not for the fear in his eyes. My hands flew about as I spoke, making gestures and fingers pointing in frustration to enunciate certain points in my rant. I was livid. He can't yell at me for doing stuff to get myself hurt, when the only reason I did such things was because he stubbornly refused to because of a grudge. We were in a life-and-death situation and he would have let us all die because of his hatred for his brother.
I understand not wanting to help the person you despise or feel threatened by, but when push comes to shove you have to stop acting like a bratty kid and do what's best for the group. Our survival depends on the knowledge that we can trust one another to have each other's back, that we can rely on our individual strengths and combine them, to make up for each other's weaknesses, to get through battle. If that meant using the ability of a rival or someone you didn't particularly like, so be it.
We can't defeat Naraku if we can't make it out of fights alive.
"You promised me, Inuyasha." I said, voice low and eyes narrowed. "After I took out Kagura's barrier you said you would handle the next one. You don't have to like your brother, you don't even have to get along with him! But so help me you had better learn to work together or I will smack you so hard you'd have wished Kagome told you to sit. Got that? I only got hurt because I had to act instead of you."
"Wh… Wha… I-I don't have to take this from you!" He shouted, standing up and pointing at me angrily. He was clearly flustered from the lecture. I felt exhausted, worn from so much movement and so much talking. My body was getting weaker, even with how much stronger I've gotten. My arm and shoulder ached. "You're just a sickly human! You don't know anything!"
"Oh? Don't I now?" Freaking child. I'mma hit him. "I know you're hurting because of Sesshōmaru and whatever he did to you, and whatever else happened to you, but you have to learn from those experiences! You can't let them control you!"
"I'm not letting them control me!"
"Then what do you call what happened with Yukimura, huh? Huuuh!? I-!" I broke into several coughs, fingers digging into my chest and pulling at the kimono cloth, hunching over as I struggled to breathe. Inuyasha stopped glaring immediately, eyes growing wide with alarm as he watched my skin turn several times paler, sweat starting to bead down the sides of my face as I hyperventilated and wheezed.
"I-Irene? Shit, your meds-" He looked around frantically, not quite sure what to do. I hit my chest several times, near bruising it, and as I tried to stand I ended up slipping due to my wet and injured feet. Had Inuyasha not caught me, I would have fallen into the lake. "Damn it, Irene!"
"I-I used… the Shikigami…" I forced out, making myself talk despite how hard it was. My insides felt like they were being squeezed, like there was an invisible snake coiled around my throat that reached deep into my chest, strangling me slowly. Inuyasha's arm tightened around my waist and I glared at him, hands clinging weakly to his kimono top. "I used them… because… b-because you wouldn't… do it. I-If you… If you care then…"
So dizzy.
"Then don't… go back…"
I collapsed against his chest, hair falling into my face as I fought against the urge to sleep.
"...on your promise…"
There was no describing what shone in those amber eyes. I'm not even sure Inuyasha himself knew what he was feeling at that moment. The half-demon sighed, scowling as he hoisted me up into his arms. "Keh, you're such an idiot. I'm never going to work alongside Sesshōmaru."
Yeah, I figured… it was worth a shot, though.
My head rested against his shoulder, body completely drained of energy and strength. I had a bad feeling twisting inside of my gut, fearing death more than ever as my condition grew worse with each passing day. Would we be able to defeat Naraku in time? Would we be able to get answers from Anastasia before…
No. No, I won't think like that. It's fine.
I'm going to be fine.
"But, you know somethin'?" Inuyasha's voice snapped me out of my downward spiraling thoughts and I glanced up, his amber eyes flickering to look at me, looking almost gold in the lighting. It was the gentlest expression I've ever seen him wear, a determined look burning in his gaze. I could almost see the resemblance between him and his brother then. "I won't let that bastard get in the way of me protecting everyone. Not again. You can count on that. Next time I will break the barrier- no matter who it belongs to. Got it? Just leave it to me."
I tried to brighten my tired expression at those words, a sleepy and pained grin spreading across my face. "S-So does… that mean… you're not mad anymore?"
Inuyasha came to a halt, stopping in the middle of the forest just outside the village. He huffed. "Don't get me wrong- I still hate that you like that bastard. But…" He grinned down at me, almost smirking. "...that doesn't mean I hate you, though."
"So... we're friends?"
"...Yeah." He said. "We're friends."
Inuyasha then raised his voice again, becoming irritable right quick.
"So shut the hell up so you can actually get some air into those puny lungs of yours! You're not allowed die either, you stupid idiot!"
We didn't always get along, but it wasn't impossible to make amends. Between all the battles and the time spent together, whether it be training or simple conversation, a friendship had grown. It was only to be expected. This young teen had saved my life so many times- he had been the very start of my life here in the Feudal Era.
If he hadn't found me bleeding out on the ground… I wouldn't be here with him now. He really did make me feel my age sometimes though, which was annoying. I hated being the adult of the group. I wasn't even that mentally or emotionally mature. Blegh. Still, I guess I didn't screw up too badly…
I really need to learn not to assume the worst of things.
The next few days passed without much to do aside from watching everyone carry on with their daily lives. It was so boring; I was forbidden from moving around after I had torn open my feet again. All I could do was sit there and/or sleep. Sango, Shippō, and Miroku were the ones who pushed me to talk to Inuyasha and yet proceeded to fuss when they saw the blood. Ugh. I appreciated the concern, but… it was frustrating.
I just wanted to help. It felt like I was being grounded until my feet healed.
If they didn't want me hurt they should have just let me ride on Kirara again.
Still feeling drained, it took a while before I was able to heal myself. The stitches in my shoulder and arm were removed and the Shikigami gave me their blessing, the cool blue flames running along my flesh and repairing the damage. Even my feet were better and, thanks to Kaede, my clothes were back to normal and I could wear them again. I, sadly, ended up sleeping most of the time away and when I was awake I spent the hours drawing, unable to move too terribly much, lungs aching and limbs weak. It would have been nice if I had some music to listen to, but since my phone was long gone I ended up having to hum to fill the silence.
Until this moment, I never realized just how much I missed watching anime or reading manga. I kept drawing characters from the stories I knew and becoming frustrated when I couldn't remember certain details, lacking the luxury of internet and being unable to look up their designs. Then, later, without realizing, I found myself attempting to sketch a certain lord I had encountered. Just like before I grew frustrated, having trouble recalling his armor, and it was only then that I realized what I was doing.
I promptly close my notebook at that, feeling flustered and annoyed as I remembered Miroku and Sango's accusations.
It wasn't my fault he was so inhumanely beautiful. His battling style was ridiculously elegant as well. Sue me if I want to draw pretty things or people. Yeesh. I can't let Inuyasha see it though, otherwise he will end up hating me for real. I let out a heavy sigh, wondering how I was going to get away with living here any longer or if I was even going survive long enough for us to defeat Naraku, when a loud voice suddenly caught my attention.
"-killing every demon they cross paths with!" I knew that voice. That was Hachi, wasn't it? I blinked and turned my head, staring at the hanging doorway in confusion. He sounded so scared- he was shouting. "I know I'm here early, but I didn't want to die because of some jewel shards! Please- forgive me, Master Miroku!"
I scooted closer to the door, peering outside to see the raccoon dog demon freaking out and shouting his worries to the monk. Sango and Shippō were beside them, Kirara curled up in the woman's arms. "What?" Miroku was startled. "Who are these demons, Hachi? What are you talking about? Calm down and explain."
"I told you!" The demon snapped, arms waving frantically in the air. "They're cats! Evil cat demons that are killing everyone they come across with in their search for the shards!"
Shippō made a face, shaking his head incredulously as he looked at the servant. "Am I the only one who's still confused?"
Oh, no. I am, too. The frick was going on? Evil cat demons? I blinked when Hachi suddenly fell to his knees, the raccoon dog sobbing loudly. "L-Let's just get out of here before it's too late! I-I don't wanna die!"
Kirara's fur stood on end. She hissed and looked up, pupils becoming slits as she glared up at… whatever was threatening her. Sango followed her gaze and the woman gasped. Was something on the staircase? I wish I could see. I fought a yawn, blinking several times as I tried to crane my neck and get a better look. "Miroku, up there!"
That was when I heard it; a voice, unfamiliar and almost coy in the way she spoke. To my surprise there was the barest trace of an accent, like this wasn't her first language. "Hello~ I hear there's a priestess in this village. Is that true?"
Hachi began to tremble, tears streaming down his face as he choked. He stumbled backwards, moving to hide behind Miroku. The monk held his staff in front of him, narrowing his eyes. From the corner of my vision I could make our a pair of fur-covered legs and… a tail?
"This is where she lives, is it not?"
I quickly moved back in, not wanting to be seen, and ignored the panicked racing of my heart. Kaede turned off the stove and grabbed her bow, stepping forward with a frown upon her face. She pushed the fixed hanging-door aside, staring at the stranger intensely. "What business do you have with me?"
"Whaaaat!?" The female demon exclaimed, alarmed. Feeling a bit encouraged that it was Kaede the person was after and not me I stood, moving to stand in the doorway and poke my head out once more to watch as the priestess approached the demon. "N-No! No way; you're not her! She's young and wears skimpy clothes! Like- wait a minute, you!"
"...Me?"
"Yes, you!" She stormed over. Kaede hurriedly drew her bow and stood in front of me, about to release the arrow, when the demon vanished and reappeared in front of her, shoving the elder aside and grabbing at my arm with her clawed hand. I yelped, looking up at her with big eyes. "It's not as skimpy as I imagined it would be, but… you are a priestess- aren't you? I can feel the spiritual energy coming from you!"
"Wh-What?" She wasn't going to kill me, was she? Kirara hopped out of Sango's arms, transforming in a burst of flame and growling at the demon. The person holding onto me had sharp red eyes and messy hair, skin almost as tan as the fur she wore. She was way too close and looked distinctly Chinese. "A-Are you the cat demon?"
"Cat?" She clicked her tongue, face contorting into one of distaste. "I am a panther demon, thank you. Don't lump us together with common cats… or you'll make us angry."
"It's theeeem!" Hachi wailed, curling into a ball with his paws over his head. "We're going to die! They're going to eat Irene alive!"
"Irene?" The woman hummed. I let out a terrified squeak when she pulled me even closer, the demon raising my arm up in the air to lean down and get a better look at my face, my back pressed against her chest. "Such a strange name. I never expected the young priestess to be an outsider."
"You're the outsider!" Sango growled, kicking her hiraikotsu up and catching it, lunging at the demon. "Let go of her!"
The panther demon sneered and suddenly I was being tossed in the air, slung over her shoulder as she leapt out of the way of Sango's weapon. The demon raised a hand, whistling, and several more demons appeared from the shadows. They looked far more like wildcats than the one carrying me. "Go! Find the jewel shards!"
"That's what you're after!?" Kaede shouted, pushing herself up off the ground and back onto her feet, fixing her bow and notching an arrow once more. I kicked my legs, trying to push myself out of the demon's hold. She was standing on the rooftop, but I wasn't too concerned with that at the moment. I had a better chance of surviving a fall from this height than if I went with her. "Let young Irene go!"
I yelped when the arrow zipped past us, the demon easily dodging it. "I-I don't have the jewel shards!"
In the distance several villagers and children could be heard screaming, all running to hide in their houses. Some were calling out for weapons, shouting about how they needed to protect Lady Kaede and Lady Irene, but Miroku quickly warned them to back away and hide where it was safe. Hachi continued to wail, Shippō tugging at the monk's kimono and freaking out.
"I'm aware." The female demon holding onto me said, smirking. Her gaze sent chills down my spine and I wanted nothing more than to be put down so I could hide behind Sango. "But you have the power to see the jewel shards, do you not? You will be most useful."
Hold on a moment. Did she think… Did she think that I was Kagome!? Holy frick. Perhaps it was a good thing Inuyasha left to go fetch Kagome earlier; he'll be able to protect her. If I'm the one who gets kidnapped I might be able to fool them long enough for her to be out of danger. I was going to try and use the Shikigami to get free, but… if it meant she'll be safe then this is fine. I'll deal with it one way or another.
"All we need now are the jewel shards themselves and the onmyōji priestess."
Oh. Actually, you know what? Nevermind. There's no winning. I urged the flames of the Shikigami to dance against my palms, the demon unable to see them from the way she was holding me. Taking a deep breath and willing the annoyance to fuel the fire, I pressed the hot orange flames against her back, smacking the woman as hard as I could. She let out a startled shout and loosened her grip, and using all the strength I had I reeled my leg back and kneed her hard in the abdomen.
She hadn't been expecting that, so in her surprise she had dropped me onto the rooftop. I flinched and let out several nasty coughs, wheezing and looking up at her. "J-Joke's on you, lady!" I stood, stumbling and staggering sideways. Shoulders slumped, arms dangling uselessly at my sides, I gave a weak grin. "I'm not a holy priestess."
"What?" The woman exclaimed, enraged. She patted her shoulder, panicking. She couldn't get the fire to dissipate. "What is this-!?"
Her whole body lit up in flame. It wasn't from my fire, no, it was a bright red flame, combating the orange I had burning her. Horror dawned on me as I realized very quickly if I tried the same thing again it wouldn't bother her, fire being her strength. The orange fire was snuffed out quickly as a result of this and I watched in disbelief, unable to believe what I just saw. Anastasia was the only one who had been able to overwhelm my Shikigami before, but now there was this person. I wouldn't stand a chance against her.
All fire disappeared from her body, the demoness turning and fixing me with a harsh glare. "How dare you, a human, attack me!? The mighty Karan!?"
"Because I'm daring? I guess? I can't just… let you kidnap me, can I?" I breathed, starting to grow dizzy. I needed to get out of here- quick. The others were on the ground, weren't they? Kirara must be nearby. "You want the onmyōji priestess? G-Good luck… getting me."
"You little…!" She bared her fangs and looked ready to lunge, but I didn't give her time to finish her sentence. I scrambled to edge of the rooftop, taking possibly one of the most riskiest gambles of my life, and jumped. "Don't-!"
"Kirara!" Frick, frick, frick, the ground is getting close real quick! I don't like this! Oh gods! I was mere seconds from breaking a leg or two, eyes squeezing shut as I braced myself for pain, when something slammed into me from my front and stopped my fall. I gasped, wheezing and breathing heavily, the wind knocked out of me. Fur tickled my face and I blinked several times, black spots dancing in my vision. "Ha… y-you did it! Oooh, th-thank… goodness."
The cat demon roared in response, landing near Sango. The slayer kicked at a nearby panther and moved over to stand guard over us, swinging her hiraikotsu over her shoulder. "Good job, you two! Kirara, keep Irene safe! We've got to defend the village!"
My fingers pulled at Kirara's fur as I struggled to sit up. "A-All they want… are the shards, Kagome, and me." My chest was burning so badly, it felt like my inner organs were straining themselves to keep me functioning. Like they were being weighed down, something trying to stop them from working. "A-Are you sure… we got this?"
The girl glanced back at me, expression serious and eyes determined. Yet there was worry in her gaze- a concern that left me bothered. For a moment, for just a split second, I almost wished I was back under a certain demon lord's protection. I knew if something happened to me Sango would undoubtedly rescue me, but I felt under his wing I would never be captured at all. It was selfish and the desire of a fool, but I was scared.
I've always been scared. In this world full of demons where my survival rate was gradually lowering… I wanted to do what was best for me. My cowardice was taking over. But I wasn't just going to leave my dear friends to die either. I was going to fight, no matter how badly I desired to run away. No matter how convinced I was that I was not meant for this kind of life. I bit my bottom lip, fingers tugging lightly against Kirara's fur. Sango flashed a reassuring smile. "Just stay behind me and Miroku, Irene."
"Y-Yeah…"
That was when Shippō screamed. I whirled around, startled, and watched as the fox demon ran around in a desperate attempt to escape a panther demon's attack. Hachi, who I swore was with him earlier, had dove into the small stream that flowed throughout the village, hiding beneath the wooden bridge. Miroku was slashing at a nearby enemy and, once he got the demon pushed away at a far enough distance, threw a couple sutras at some demons who were heading towards us. I yelped when that happened and almost fell backwards off of Kirara's back when she suddenly rose into the sky.
It was a good thing she did that when she did it, otherwise the two of us would have gotten buried beneath several panther demons. She roared and bit at one that got too close for her liking, and I squealed, ducking down to avoid a slash to the face. Without really thinking, mostly just panicking and acting on pure instinct by this point, I shrieked and shot a miniature ball of flame from my palm when a demon tried to snatch my arm. "N-No!"
The fire exploded against his chest, sending him flying back. I let out a breath of relief when I saw him crash against a couple of his allies that were still on the ground.
"H-Holy frick, I actually got him…" He was still alive, but I landed a pretty decent blow. I had hurt him, not matter how minuscule the damage was. I'm so proud of myself right now. Keeping one hand on Kirara's back, I awkwardly pumped the other into the air, cheering. "H-Heck yeah, take that! L-Leave me alone, you jerks!"
I could hear Miroku praise me from his spot on the ground, the monk swiping at a nearby panther with his staff. "Good one, Irene! You should do your best to stay away from the danger, though!"
Okay, well, excuse me if I'm the one they're after. I can't help it trouble keeps finding me. I'm like thirty feet up in the air; how much farther away do you want me to get!? Any higher and I won't be able to breathe due to the thin layer of oxygen! Come on, dude, you're one of the smart ones! I huffed, pouting, and ducked down against Kirara's back, arms wrapped around her neck as she flew a bit further away.
"Keep 'em back!" Sango shouted. "We can't let them get close to her!"
"F-Fox fire!" Shippō squealed, temporarily blinding an opponent as his flame had landed right into their eyes. He took that time to jump in the air, placing a leaf to his forehead. "Transform!"
And there it was- the giant rubbery pink balloon form. The panther demon leapt up and slashed with his claws and Shippō screeched, barely managing to dodge, and blinked when a sudden ball of fire clocked the panther in the side. The demon fell down, momentum lost, and Shippō turned to see me nervously grinning, hand held in the air from when I had let out the blast.
"Wh-What are you doing, Irene? Get away!"
Him, too? Jeez. I scowled and put on a sarcastic tone of voice, "Wowie, Irene, that was real helpful of ya! Thanks for saving me."
"Thanks, but you need to go! It's too dangerous! Inuyasha should be back any minute now with Kagome, so head to the well! It's- Irene!"
What?
"Mrrrow!"
My eyes went wide and I turned to look over my shoulder, hearing the sound coming from behind. There was a flash of grey and then Kirara was letting out an angered roar, hearing me scream as I was knocked off her back. It was then that Karan dashed forward, catching me with shocking speed before I could hit the ground, Sango crying out of my name. The panther demon had hit me hard in the chest with his leg and I was left to wheeze even more, coughing and struggling in Karan's hold, failing to get her hands off of me. It hurt so much.
"L… Let go…!"
She ignored me completely, calling out to her companions instead. "Back to me!" Karan demanded, jumping up several feet and landing atop the main shrine's torii gate. Any remaining wildcats that had survived the battle followed her, climbing up the staircase and sitting with great balance on either side of the gate. "The jewel shards aren't here, but we have one of the priestesses! We'll be back for the other soon enough."
"No!" Miroku dashed forward. "Don't!"
"Irene!" Shippō cried.
"I'll see you then." Karan purred.
She reached into her kimono and pulled out a handheld object, almost resembling that of a… bomb? No. No way, please tell me that isn't- no, no, no! Ignoring any and all pain, and how a numbness was slowly starting to spread throughout my body, I reeled my arm back and hit her as hard as I could. I heard a solid crack as my arm smacked her in the face, blood spilling from her nose. My legs were thrashing, heels of my feet trying as best as they could to reach her side and failing, and the look in her eyes as she recovered from the blow made my blood run cold. She was furious as all hell.
And before I knew she had tossed me into the air above her, keeping a hold of my arm, and slammed her other fist into my stomach as I descended back down. "You bitch! Wretched human- just go to sleep already!"
She said that, but her actions gave the opposite reaction. It only kept me more awake. The hiraikotsu came hurtling at her from above and Karan leapt out of the way, watching as the weapon curved around the gate and back to Sango. "Let her go!" The woman demanded, charging and kicking at any demons that got in her way. If Karan was furious, Sango was downright enraged. "I'll kill you!"
"Hmph!" Karan tossed the bomb into the air. "Good luck with that, mortal."
Dry-heaving and gasping, I blindly reached out. A pathetic attempt to grab the weapon, knowing full well it was useless, only acting on fear. Yet instead of destroying everything like I had thought it would, the bomb emitted a smoke that made it impossible to see. Karan used that distraction for her and her remaining allies to escape, heading into the forest and moving as far away from the village as possible. Their speed rivaled that of Inuyasha's.
"Damn…" Karan brought her free hand up to her face, putting her broken nose back into place with another gross crack. "You really are an annoying one."
I clawed weakly at her kimono, fingers digging into her back as I spat up bits and pieces of vomit. She really hit me hard; it was frightening thinking of how that was her holding back her strength. One isn't supposed to kill their hostage, after all, if I am even that much. "Wh… What… What do you want with… with me!?"
"I should think that would be obvious." She snarked, sneering down at me as she moved from tree to tree. "I need you and your souls to revive my master."
...Excuse me? That made no sense at all.
The world around me was threatening to become dizzy and bleak, the village becoming nothing more than a spec in the distance. "M… My souls?"
"The Shikigami." She explained, no longer looking at me and instead focusing on her task. "The spirits are attached to their current master and move on only after death. But if our master absorbs your living soul the spirits will go with it, giving him even more strength than what a dozen of mortal souls would! It would be as if we've given him the soul of a demon! You're the perfect fodder for his revival."
Oh…
Oh, frick.
That isn't good.
…
Sango's weapon dropped to the ground beside her, frustration and anger boiling within. Not only did they hurt Irene right in front of her- they stole her away. It held the same feeling as it did whenever she had to watch Kohaku fly away and disappear in order to return to Naraku; a bitter, heartbroken, angry feeling. This was the second time Irene was taken from her grasp.
"Not again…" Her voice was low and quiet, trembling with a barely restrained rage. She lurched forward, yanking the hiraikotsu out of the ground and running up the staircase with fierce eyes. "I won't let her be taken away again! Kirara!"
Hearing her name called the cat demon dashed forward, letting out a determined roar as Sango jumped onto her back. Miroku ran up shortly after, trying to keep up with them, Shippō sitting on his shoulder. "Wait for me, Sango!" The monk called and reached out, barely grabbing onto Kirara's fur in time to avoid being left behind. He pulled himself up with a grunt, positioning himself and sitting behind the girl. "Don't forget us!"
"Th-That was way too close!" Shippō exclaimed, letting out a sigh of relief. "We almost fell off…"
Miroku slid an arm around Sango's waist, his other hand keeping hold of his buddhist staff. They all felt a sense of urgency, knowing the worst could happen if Irene was taken. They had to get her back no matter what. There was no way they would let her die or be subject to some evil demon's schemes. "Do you know which way they went?"
"Kirara can still track their scent!" She responded, glaring into the distance. Her jaw tightened, the woman gripping hiraikotsu so tightly her knuckles had turned white. "The smoke was clearly just a regular smoke bomb- it doesn't distort the senses of other demons! They were using it as a cover to make their escape! That means Irene is still close by- and I won't let them get away! Faster, Kirara!"
…
Karan turned her head with a scowl, looking behind her. "That slayer friend of yours is becoming quite the nuisance." I flinched when the panther demon suddenly moved higher up the tree, leaping off of it and whirling around, palms pointing out towards the way we came. "Hyah! Take that, mortal!"
A red ball of fire shot out of her hands, heading straight towards a figure in the distance. Recognizing the shape, my eyes widened.
"S-Sango!"
The hiraikotsu came flying from the shadows, curving around the tree trunks and smacking hard against several demons. As a result they were knocked off their perches, sent sailing downwards to the ground. Kirara ducked down and swerved to avoid the fireball, the cat demon letting out a defiant growl. She flew a bit faster, the details of Sango and the others becoming a bit more prominent as they neared. "Irene! Just hold on!"
I was already clinging to Karan's kimono to avoid falling off of her shoulder, as well as trying to rid some of the discomfort from being stuck in such an awful position. Aside from the shouting and movement, and the pain in my stomach from her previous hit, this was putting so much pressure against my abdomen and caused incredible amounts of pain against my ribcage. I could barely breathe as is. "I… I am holding on!"
The demon slayer caught her boomerang as it doubled back to her and she narrowed her eyes at Karan, the panther demon grinning coyly at her. "What's the matter? Afraid to attack now that I have one of your precious priestesses?"
"You wish!" Sango snapped. "Take this!"
She spun the hiraikotsu above her head for a total of two seconds before sending it sailing towards us, dark eyes glaring daggers at Karan. I yelped when Karan jumped to move out of the way, the demon using the weapon as a springboard and going even higher up into the air. A wretched smirk was sprawled across her face and I wanted nothing more than to burn it off. So, using Sango's attack as a distraction, I made my own move. Flames danced along my fingertips and, not holding back, I smacked Karan on the back of the head.
"Let go of me!"
Karan let out a shriek and nearly dropped me as the fire turned from orange to white, but my being held hostage on her shoulder did nothing to stop her from setting her own body ablaze to counter my Shikigami. The heat was intense and so abrupt; I barely had time to process what was happening before I was screaming as loud as my lungs would allow, feeling the flame burn my flesh as I thrashed. I'm not too terribly sure what happened next, but in the end she must have lost her grip for I was then tumbling through trees, wind whipping past me so fast it just made the fire spread more.
And, as I was falling, red flames were smothered out by cool blue ones, enveloping my body even as I neared the grassy ground of the forest. I stopped screaming by this point, both physically and mentally exhausted, almost on the verge of passing out. I was certain I was going to die, too, before a familiar giant pink rubber ball caught my attention. It appeared randomly and without warning, and I found myself bouncing off of Shippō's transformed body a couple of times before I collapsed, covered in a multitude of burns, cuts, and bruises.
"Daaamn it!" Karan yelled, growling as she landed on a branch and staring at the battlefield. "They're all in the way!"
"Then leave!" Miroku demanded, ripping the beads off of his hand and extending his arm, pointing it at her. "Wind Tunneeeeel!"
Karan's eyes went wide and she hurriedly moved out of the way, watching as several of her demon allies got sucked into the cursed black hole. Karan brought a hand up and whistled a signal, and the remaining panther demons caught up with her. Miroku, seeing this, closed up his hand and wrapped the prayer beads back around it, watching with narrowed eyes as they took off.
"They're gone." He stated coldly, a deep frown on his face. "I guess they valued their lives after all…"
"Irene!" Sango called out, turning her attention to me. I was unmoving. "No, no…"
Shippō floated higher up and the woman jumped over, landing on the giant pink rubber ball that was currently the fox demon. I could feel his form shift with each step the girl took and I winced when Sango lifted me up into her lap, the woman resting a hand against my face. My skin was pale and my breathing was labored, and there were far too many spots in my vision. The world was spinning around me. "How is she!?" The fox demon asked, alarmed. "I-I can't see up there!"
"Not good." Sango answered, furrowing her eyebrows together. "We need to get back to the village immediately- before those demons come back! Miroku scared them off for now, but they might return for Irene and Kagome."
Oh, joy. That sounded lovely.
I wheezed as I was forced to sit up, leaning against Sango for support, several coughs leaving my lips. "S-Sorry…"
"Don't apologize!" She told me, eyes looking a bit misty. "They're the ones to blame. Shippō… take Irene back to the village! Miroku and I will be right behind you with Kirara."
Setting me back down as gently as she could, the girl hopped on back over to the cat demon and climbed on, sitting next to the monk. Together, the group returned to the hut where we lived and we saw Kaede, the elder priestess, pacing nervously. Her single eye widened when we came into view and her shoulders relaxed, relief washing over her. "Ye've rescued the girl! Thank goodness."
"Yes, but she's not doing well!" Shippō said, transforming back into his childish self. I grimaced as I hit the ground, coughing roughly into the dirt. He made his way over beside me, shaking me a little. "Irene, don't die on us! We'll get you your medicine, okay?"
"I… I'm fine." I cringed, struggling to push myself onto my knees. My limbs felt so numb and weak. Sango climbed off of Kirara and didn't even hesitate as she hoisted me up into her arms, carrying me a lot more delicately than Karan did. "...!"
"Kaede, where's that machine she uses? We need to get it ready!"
"This way. I'll get some herbs ready to treat her wounds."
The next half hour was spent with me tucked against the wall, the nebulizer turned on, and Kaede getting to work on rubbing some kind of green paste on the burned parts of my skin. My head was throbbing, but the pain was slowly diminishing. Miroku and Sango were speaking to each other, trying to figure out what the panther demons' plan was. It was understandable they'd want Kagome for her jewel shards and sight, and yet… they went after me. They found that most odd.
Turning off the machine I lowered the mouthpiece, slowly putting everything away with one hand. Kaede was wrapping my left hand in bandages. "There we go. A few days and it'll be all better. It was a good thing ye got away when you did- otherwise the burn would have been worse."
"Y-Yeah…" I held my wrist, thumb running across the bone anxiously. I had a pretty good feeling that it was the koi fish who saved me, the blue flame that wrapped around me during my fall through the trees having healed the worst of the burns. "Um… about me nearly being kidnapped…"
Everyone stopped talking and looked at me. I swallowed the lump in my throat, uncomfortable. I glanced up at them, seeing their stares. The expressions they wore were both serious and concerned; it felt so strange and heartwarming at the same time. No matter how much time I spent here I still found it so baffling that they cared so much about me in the short time we've known each other.
"Karan- uh, the crazy fire lady- she said…" I took a deep breath, heart still racing. "She said they wanted my soul."
"What?" Shippō was alarmed. "Your soul? Are they working with Naraku!?"
Sango brought a hand to her chin, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. "It is a possibility. Do you know why they wanted it?"
"Y-Yeah, actually." I cleared my throat, shifting my legs and crossing them. "They want to revive their master. According to them an onmyōji priestess is bonded with her spirits through soul, so… if you take the soul of the priestess the spirits go with that soul. But if the priestess dies before that can happen the spirits move on to someone else? I-I dunno, it's weird. She said that was what happened though. They want… my soul and the Shikigami to… to revive their master since it would be more effective than the souls of several humans. It would be like giving a demon as a sacrifice, I think she said."
"Hmm." Miroku frowned deeply at this. "That isn't good. If they get the souls of both you and the Shikigami, and then Kagome's jewel shards… no." He shook his head. "That won't happen. We'll have to warn Inuyasha when he comes back and send Kagome home right away. I wish we could send you back with her as well, but…"
"The well doesn't work." Shippō finished sadly. "This is really bad. What'll we do? They really seem to want Irene."
"How did they even learn of her abilities?" Kaede inquired, speaking aloud her thoughts as she packed up the remaining medicine. "She has not been here long- surely word has not spread so quickly?"
"I don't know." Sango spoke, and she watched as I laced my fingers together tightly on my lap, her brown eyes determined. "But I'm not gonna let them have her. She'll be under my watch."
"Mine as well." Miroku spoke up, dark blue orbs glittering with resolve. Shippō hopped over, climbing onto my lap, grinning.
"Don't you worry! We'll keep you safe, Irene."
There was so much warmth in their voices, barely hiding the fury they held towards the panther demons for trying to kidnap me. It wasn't just Sango who cared about me- they all did. Just as much as I cared for them. My eyes widened when I saw their smiles and fiery gazes, and as everyone's hearts and minds filled with the resolve and determination to keep me safe… I was reminded of a very heart wrenching thought.
These people… they were my friends. True friends. People I could depend on wholeheartedly. They were so very important to me.
And… I don't think I would ever be ready to leave them behind to go home.
Without Maria beside me… I feared I would be comfortable continuing to live here. We had this conversation before back in the bat demon village, after I got mad at Kagome for trying to interfere with my very lacking love life. I was already so attached to her and all of our other friends; did she really think I would be so foolish and fall for someone here when I didn't even bother with relationships back in my era? I'm such an idiot for already allowing myself to befriend everyone.
Sango, Kagome, Inuyasha, Shippō, Kaede… and even Miroku- someone whom I had been very reluctant to go near- has become dear to me. I loved them all so much.
My precious friends.
Those who've I wound up risking my life for.
I want to go home, but I also don't want to leave them behind. They tolerated all my foolishness and tears, dealt with my illness with such kindness. They worried so much about me- even when certain situations would have driven others away. Was it because of the time period or… because that was just who they were? Such generous, wonderful, amazing people who have suffered so much that they go out of their way to help others?
I can't stand it. My heart hurts so much.
The fox demon child watched with big eyes as I teared up, my lips curling back as I choked. "I-Irene? What's the matter? Do your injuries still sting?"
It took all I had not to start bawling my eyes out then and there. I reached down and picked Shippō up, holding him tight. The child wrapped his arms around my shoulders, surprised. "I-I'm just… I'm just happy to have you guys as my friends. Th… That's all…"
Kaede smiled at the sight and continued on her way, picking up the mortar, pestle, and the basket full of herbs. "As are we, my child. Now get some rest. Inuyasha has still not returned with young Kagome yet; it will be some time before the panther demons come back for you. They must regain their strength."
When she says it like that it makes me even more nervous to try and take a nap. What if they attack in my sleep?
I didn't argue though. I curled up in a ball with Shippō on one of the futons that had been laid out earlier and closed my eyes, dreading the moment that Karan would return. I yawned, becoming vaguely aware of the footsteps that neared us. Sango. The woman knelt down, resting her hand softly on my head and brushing the bangs out of my face. "Just relax, Irene. No one is stealing your soul, whether it be Anastasia or these panther demons."
Notes:
So, does anyone else just remember how Jaken took one look at Sesshomaru and was like, man, I'm gonna give up being king of the imps to become a servant to this person. He's so beautiful and strong.
And Lady Sara: Frick, this demon is so beautiful. He just slaughtered an entire army. I'm gonna fall in love with him now.
Even Kagura: Huh. Handsome, strong, could possibly kill Naraku and free me... damn. I'm in love.
I love it. XD I mean, same though. Haha. Me too. Why be king when you can serve Lord Sesshomaru?
Anyway, ignore my rambling. I just love that reasoning so much. Jaken is such a mood.
Hopefully the argument between Inuyasha and Irene made sense. She doesn't like to take sides and also doesn't want to hate on someone she personally doesn't have any qualms with as it would create only MORE drama. So she knows Sessho hurt Inuyasha, but also knows Sessho was nice to her. He may have been bad before, but he doesn't seem to be anymore. It's weird. Confusing. I dunno. I hope it made more sense in the actual chapter. Emotions are weird.
Chapter 19: Maria's Journey
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
It's been almost two whole months since she started living with the wolf demon tribe. The woman remembers well what happened during that time that led her to her being fully integrated with their way of life. It wasn't long after Kōga had welcomed her to the Wolf Demon Tribe that Maria found herself being led out of the caves and into the woods. To say that Maria was nervous back then would have been an understatement.
She looked over her shoulder as she was being led away, seeing Ginta and Hakkaku both giving her looks and gestures of encouragement. But watching the slowly diminishing forms of her friends- could she call them that?- who were her only lifelines of communication and of understanding this world, the unease turned to a heavy knot in her stomach. Her earlier tiredness was replaced by keen adrenaline and mild fear.
Now deep within the forest Maria was so lost in thought- taking stock of her current supplies and escape routes- that she almost walked head-first into So'aku. Backing up quickly, the thought of -is this where I die?- running through her head, Maria instinctively found her hand on her knife, eyes wide.
So'aku turned to face her, taking in her stance. From the tight set of her shoulders, to her legs that were ready to run at any second, the human's eyes were wide with too many emotions. With a shake of her head, So'aku pointed in front of them- another semi familiar word slipping past her lips. Yet… Maria couldn't quite place what that word was.
Hesitantly, she stepped forward through the brush before seeing just what So'aku had been pointing at. A natural hot spring sat nestled between a rocky outcrop of boulders, steam rising off the water in gentle waves. So'aku spoke again, that same word as before.
"Yoku…?" Maria mumbled the word to herself, looking at the water before seeing the dirt and grime covering her hands and clothes. "Yoku… Yoku! A bath!" She turned to her demon companion with wide eyes, this time with curiosity instead of fear. "You want me to take a bath, right?" She pointed at herself and then the water. "Bath. Yoku."
Nodding again, So'aku gestured for Maria to undress- sending a new wave of unease through her. It was not that Maria was shy about undressing in front of another girl- she had been in band class before; weird shit happens. But So'aku was a demon. Alone in the woods it wouldn't take much to end Maria's life, especially if she was naked. Yet the longer she looked at the female demon, the more she realized she couldn't feel any ill intent coming off of her.
Only a strong willed patience toward the skittish human, due to no doubt centuries of living. Sighing, Maria made a "turn around" gesture with her hands. Her companion complied silently as the human herself also turned away, slowly starting to undress. Her jeans gave her the most trouble- torn, tattered, and crusted in both new and old blood. The damn things almost didn't want to come off. With a final tug and a sharp curse, she managed to remove them with the rest of her garments, choosing to ignore the now-freely-bleeding wound… again. Damn it.
…
Blood. Fresh and sudden- the scent hit So'aku's nose so fast she couldn't help but turn towards the human, the words of her leader singing in her memory.
"Make sure she's clean. Watch her, protect her, and, So'aku, if anything happens to her… you know what will happen."
Kōga had taken to the human quickly. Unsurprising given that said human reminded him of the Kagome girl he had pledged himself to, but she had also made him bleed. All with a stone-cold expression.
So'aku respected that, but the girl was still weak. Still human. Her freshly bleeding leg was proof of her mortality, and yet…
Looking back, So'aku could not recall the girl limping or showing her pain during their walk. Even now, she saw no expression of pain- only the subtle hiss or mumbled word here-and-there. The girl was refusing to show her pain so as to not show weakness. Impressive. The demon was just about to comment on the girl's resolve when the human removed her shirt, her eyes widening.
The human, Maria as they called her, had her back covered in one long mottled bruise. Reaching from over her right shoulder, across both shoulderblades, and down along her spine to just above the back of her left hip. She had fallen against something, hard, and something had obviously been strapped to her back at the time.
Her pain would have been staggering. Watching as the girl seemed to struggle for where to put her clothes, the human eventually sighed and settled for laying them on a raised rock. The tense pull of her shoulders were the only indication of her pain.
That is… until the girl made to get into the water. The quick momentary hiss as she lowered her injured leg into the spring was nothing compared to the harsh gasp that stuttered from her pale lips the instant the steaming water reached the horrid bruising on her back. Eyes clenching shut, bottom lip held and bitten between shaking teeth, So'aku could smell her pain. The sheer agony radiating from her in droves. The salty scent of tears hiding amongst the steam.
This human was trying so hard for something and the demon just couldn't tell what. What could pushed this child so far?
And then it hit her.
Ginta said she was looking for someone; a sister. Family. The child was pushing herself to the limit to find her family- a young human most likely dead in an unfamiliar world. For the girl's sake, So'aku wished the other would be fine.
Or at the very least to have had passed into death painlessly.
…
It was painful- gods, did it hurt- but she had to push through. Maria had to find Irene. Gods only knew what kind of trouble she would get into, not to mention her lungs…
Moving past that depressing thought, Maria allowed the water to soothe her aching muscles. The spring was a tad hot, probably too hot for most people, but she had always adored burning showers. It wasn't until the sound of splashing water reached her ears that she looked up, mildly started by the sound.
"So'aku?" She asked in confusion, looking at her demon companion.
The wolf demon had dropped her legs into the spring beside Maria's shoulder, her leg wraps and fur discarded. A cool, clawed hand grasped her her chin, tilting her head back. Panic flooded Maria as she latched onto the tanned wrist, fear in her eyes. But So'aku held no malice in her gaze, only quiet understanding. Foreign words fell from the demon's mouth, tone calm and reassuring.
Still a bit edgy, Maria released her and allowed her head to be tipped back gently before water was slowly poured over her hair. Over-and-over until her auburn locks were wet and saturated completely. Then, with practiced ease, clawed hands pressed the flat of her fingers against Maria's scalp and massaged gently.
Okay…
This was a little weird, but it sure felt nice. More than nice, actually. Gods, it was good and all she wanted to do was sleep. The ache and fatigue of days of travel and little rest flooded her in that moment of silence. It was just a simple bath and head scratch, but as Maria let her eyes drift closed she guessed being in the company of a wolf pack wasn't so bad.
And if she dreamed of Irene and wolves… who could blame her?
…
Maria took back her previous thoughts of the wolf pack not being so bad. It was awful.
After being gently shaken awake, So'aku had helped Maria from the spring. But as she had went to put her clothes back on the demon had stopped her, handing her a bundle of red and gold fabric instead. Maria stared at it with confusion and, after even more communication and changing issues, So'aku helped her into the silken robes with ease. It was soft and comfortable, yes, but it was so long. It was practically a dress and impossible to move in through the forest.
Basically, kimonos were dumb. This one at least.
Maria grumbled all kinds of profanities at So'aku for taking her old and her boots. She liked her shoes. By the time they had made it back to the wolf cave, Maria's feet were scratched and sore. Her injured leg throbbed and her stomach ached from lack of food, her last meal having been given to the wolves instead. So'aku had her sit down on some furs when they entered the mountain hide-out.
Ginta quickly came over to wrap her leg again, offering her some dried meat for a snack. Maria took it happily, but she still wasn't pleased about losing all her clothes and shoes. So'aku was talking with Kōga again, the few words Maria able to make out setting her on edge despite her fatigue.
They talked for what felt like hours, until the moon was high in the sky and the human's hazel eyes struggled to stay open. Then something wet and rough licked across her arm, jarring her into alertness as she searched for the culprit. Settled beside her, tail wagging lazily, was the leading wolf from earlier that day.
"Saun," She breathed in English, scratching his head. "You scared me, hun. Don't do that."
The large wolf just looked at her, tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth, happy and content with his head scratches. As this happened So'aku spoke to the chief, Kōga listening to the female demon's report idly while watching as the human girl talked to and showered one of his prized wolves with affection. It wasn't until the demon mentioned the smattering of injuries covering the human's back that his gaze snapped up to the wolf mother.
"She's that injured, and Ginta and Hakkaku let her go fumbling through the mountains?"
"I'm fairly certain that they didn't know, Kōga." So'aku responded calmly, defending the boys and keeping the facts clear. "Her leg wound overpowers the scent of the pain."
Their human was hurt- more so than they initially thought- and she needed to be protected until she recovered. They couldn't go looking for Kagome with her like this; it'd be asking for problems. Letting out a sigh, Kōga slumped back into his throne of hay, bones, and fur. "I'm leaving her in your care, So'aku. Help her heal and keep her fit."
"And what of the language barrier?"
The male wolf demon waved a hand dismissively in the air. "She catches on quick enough; have Ginta and Hakkaku handle that."
So'aku bowed. "Very well." The mother stood up and turned to see the young girl sleeping, curled up on the furs with the grey wolf. Her warprize of a weapon, the centipede bone, was held close to her chest- yet the tip was buried in the furs beneath her so as to not injure her animal companion. "Clever girl…"
Kōga eyed her when she said that, but said nothing of it. "You can start tomorrow."
With a nod, So'aku went to tend to her own child on the opposite side of the cave from where the warriors slept. There would be so much to do over the next few moons… and only the heavens knew what would be in store for them. The woman prayed for their demon ancestors to watch over them in the meantime and to speed the human girl's recovery time.
…
Days had passed in the care of the wolves. It was most likely weeks, in hindsight, as Maria had lost several days to a fever shortly after arriving to the caves. Six days since the fever had broken and she was stillbeing pampered and coddled. They were treating her like a child.
The human hated it.
They all had refused to give her back her boots or her sword, and when they came for her bone knife she had hissed and snapped like a feral cat. They stopped trying to take it as a result. Maria was also continuously stopped when she tried to go hunting for food on her own. The few times she had attempted to go with an actual hunting party they had laughed good naturedly, chuckling, "Ningen," with a shake of their heads. They went hunting without her and she was given dried meat and fruit, plenty of water, and fur on the cold nights.
She bathed and walked the caves, practiced Japanese with Hakkaku and Ginta, and So'aku looked after her and watched her heal. There came a point where some of the men were sparring with swords when she walked by; she moved to help, to be useful because- honestly- their form was terrible. But there it was again… the chiding, placating smiles.
The "baka" and "ningen" laughter. Calling her a foolish human. A stupid human. The shaking of their heads and quiet laughs were frustrating, seeming as if they were scolding a child.
Yet Maria was far from a child. She was just human. Weak.
And by the gods she was so fucking done.
Shoving her way passed them, she stormed over to the pile of weapons where they had dumped her stolen sword. Ginta had noticed her anger, hurriedly moving to stop her, but the murderous glare she sent him had him pausing long enough for her to grab and unsheath the blade. Determinedly walking before the other two men again, the woman got into an offensive stance.
"Spar with me!" She called, their smiles and laughter dying as they saw her. For a moment they were confused, but then their chuckles began again. They were acting like she was a child that was throwing a tantrum. Raising her voice, the rage boiling inside of her, she spoke more firmly as she repeated herself, hazel eyes narrowing, "Spar."
Now they stopped, finally looking at her for what felt like the first time.
The draw of her stance, the intent in her gaze. This was no child playing war; Maria was serious. She watched as they shouted beyond her and towards Ginta, the man's callback sounding worried, yet the words were too rushed. She couldn't make them out, but she did know what was happening. He was convincing them she was harmless, that she didn't mean it. That she was only human and was not a threat.
And as a hand came down firmly on her shoulder, as if to direct her away from them, she knew was right. No more, she thought, and without warning she planted her right foot and pivoted, swinging the sword as hard as she could. She had hoped to scare them off or even shave a few hairs from their head, and she would have if it had been anyone else.
But the hands that caught her sword and wrist were not that of her new hesitant companions. No, instead the stern blue eyes that greeted hers belonged to none other than that of the wolf demon tribe leader himself.
"Kōga!" Several men cried, shocked that their leader had not only gotten involved, but also that a human girl had outright attacked him… for a second time. The leader watched as she pulled on the sword to no avail, his grip as firm as steel. With a huff, Maria pushed forward and glared, repeating again,
"Spar!"
Hazel and blue stared each other down for a long moment- all of the other demons in the den deathly silent as they waited for their leader's decision. The collected sigh of relief from the clan wasn't lost on Maria when Kōga began to laugh. It meant she got live… and…
Stepping back as he released her, she watched as he spoke to the two men again. Their disbelieving looks spoke volumes as he waved from them to her. The men picking up their swords as one apprehensively got into an offensive stance said everything. Maria could hardly make sense of what was happening. He was… going to let her fight?
Maria set herself up in a defensive stance, crouched low to be a smaller target as best as she could in her wretched kimono. With a wave of a hand, Kōga signaled for them to start. It was clear her opponent- Shinku, Ginta had called him- wasn't keen on fighting her. Hmph. So be it. If he was going to hesitate she'd strike first.
And with a resolve like steel… Maria charged.
…
Kōga had told Shinku and Hige to fight the girl; to sway her interest. She was the only human after all. Besides, he wanted to test to see if what Hakkaku had said about the centipede was true. The clan knew what would happen if Kōga's new human was seriously injured; there would be no forgiveness.
He had expected a meager clinking of swords; a child's game. That the defeat of the centipede was a fluke caused by sheer dumb luck. But as he lounged on a high boulder, crossing his legs with his chin propped up with his knuckles, watching the fight progress, had had to admit- he hadn't expected this. In the single moment Shinku had hesitated Maria had lunged with a ferocity he had only ever seen from that cursed half-breed's humans.
Shinku barely had time to block due to his sheer shock. A human girl who had been injured, weak and limping just weeks prior, had just attacked with all the deadly ferocity and rage of a wolf after prey. Honestly, Koga was almost… impressed. The fight progressed with Shinku blocking most of her strikes, her steps clumsy and stiff. It was during a particular fumble in her footwork that Shinku had decided to swing back at her.
Knocking the girl off balance and sending her stumbling, it was a barely-missed sharp jab at her leg that finally caused her to fall. A slash tore through the fabric of the kimono, a small cut now resting on her outer thigh. The wolf leader let out a sigh as she hit the ground, disappointed as he stood up to leave. It really must have been just luck that she survived. His earlier intrigue faded, waning away as he came to the conclusion that she really was just another human.
He walked away, retreating to the caves, only to be stopped by a sharp growl from the human. A loudly hissed, "Damn it!" ringing in the air, followed by foreign words he did not recognize. There was the sound of ripping fabric and more strange speak, and then Kōga turned- seeing Maria back in an offensive stance. The bottom of her kimono was ripped away at mid-thigh from the earlier tear, the human's stance much wider now and far more firm, the girl sure of herself.
Oh… it's why her moves were so awkward; the kimono had restricted her movement. He understood now.
Maria shouted that same foreign word again, and as Shinku stared she gestured at him and repeated herself. Then again.
Again… that's what it was.
Sitting back upon his perch after he returned to them, he watched with a renewed sense of interest. "Again!" Maria looked back at him confused, not knowing what he said. Kōga smiled, all teeth as he nodded. "Again."
Eyes widening in realization, Maria turned back to Shinku with a large smile. "Again!" Her accent was thick, the words lilting, but she was clear and made it easy to understand. She wanted to fight once more and she would. Kōga would make it so.
"Again."
To say the girl was a force to be feared was an understatement; what the human lacked in speed and brute strength compared to the pack she made up for in deception, misdirection, finesse, and strategy. Maria parried, blocked, and made jabs of her own. Once Shinku recognized her feint pattern, she changed it and managed to get several cuts in against her sparring partner. Kōga had thought the match would have ended a few times by now, most notably so when Maria was knocked flat on her injured back- Shinku charging straight at her.
But the girl was ready- placing her weight on her arms, she swept her legs in an arc, forcing Shinku to jump in order to avoid being swept off his feet. It was then that Maria vaulted up, driving her shoulder and her sword hilt into his armored abdomen right when he landed on his feet. Preventing him gaining his balance or bearings, the man was left sprawled across the dirt.
With a sword against his throat, all he could do was stare at the battered girl above him as she shouted at him. The same word repeated multiple times as he pierced the point more firmly against his exposed neck. "K-Kōga," Shinku started, only to cut himself off when the clan leader laughed.
"I think she wants you to surrender!" The teen demon exclaimed, amused.
With a sigh, Shinku put his hands in a "I give up" gesture. Blue eyes lit up, watching the human as a large grin spread on her face. She stepped back, laughing and plopping down beside the beaten demon. Maria held her hand out, smiling as she spoke- foreign words rolling off her tongue. When Shinku only looked at her outstretched hand she rolled her eyes, taking his hand firmly in hers, moving it up-and-down as she repeated herself slowly.
"Goo-t… fai-t…" The demon echoed, confused. Laughing, she dropped his hand with a smile.
"Yes! Thank you very much." Her accent was still thick, but it was clear what little she could speak was fairly formal. She'd learn. Stepping up to them, Kōga waved Ginta over. Hazel orbs- yes, that was what the color was- lifted up to meet him, Ginta kneeling down by her and looking the girl over. Ruffling her hair, he grinned.
"You're going to be hell to put up with if you keep this up."
Maria blinked owlishly at him, brows furrowed as she cocked her head to the side. "Hell…?" Pointing down, she repeated herself and then gestured to the sky. "Heaven?"
With a sigh Ginta appeared at her other side, starting to wrap up a cut from along her bicep. "I swear, the words you do happen to know don't make any sense."
"That's why you need to teach her." Kōga commented from his spot on the boulder.
"We're trying! But then she goes and does… this." Ginta explained, batting Maria's hand away when she tried to shoo him from wrapping her leg.
"Then teach her that, too."
Shinku and Ginta balked, stunned. "What?"
Standing, Kōga grinned. "Shinku, you and Hige are to take her on the next hunting party. Show her what it means to be in the Wolf Tribe."
The two men called after him when he started to walk away, their disbelieving cries making him laugh. It was as he entered the cave again that So'aku's voice stopped him, the demon not bothering to look at the woman leaning against the wall. He could feel the disapproval radiating off of her in waves.
"It's dangerous to bring her along with the hunting parties." She said. "The girl will get hurt."
Kōga huffed. "Wolves don't belong in cages, So'aku."
"She's far too cat-like to be a wolf." She rebuked, moving over to stand beside him. "She'll need more than a few clever sword tricks to survive out here."
"Then she'll learn."
"Is that your only answer? "She'll learn"?"
Kōga turned and glared, blue eyes cold. "Are you challenging my decision?"
The slight tilt of So'aku's head- enough to bare her neck to him- was not lost on Kōga. She was showing submission, despite the firm set of her shoulders. So'aku would be loyal to Kōga until they both perished. "I only wish to make sure it is an informed decision. She doesn't know how to survive here."
"Then she'll learn that, too."
"And if she doesn't?"
With a scowl, Kōga turned and walked off, a bitter, "Watch her," called out over his shoulder.
The girl would survive- of that he was certain. She was clever. What she didn't understand, she would be taught. They'd make a wolf out of her yet. She'd learn.
And so she did.
...
Things within the Wolf Tribe changed after that day. The first change came with Ginta and Hakkaku in the form of a beautiful crimson kimono with gold stripes.
At first Maria thought Kōga was upset that she had torn the last one, but after putting it on she understood; it was a gift. The hem was much shorter, only to mid-thigh, while the sleeves were short and versatile. It was made with her movement in mind so that she could fight. They still didn't give her back her boots, but Hakkaku did show her how to wrap up her feet and ankles in cloth so as to not hurt them on the rocky ground. Small miracles.
She spent the next few days practicing with Hige and Shinku on their sword skills. They showed her takedowns that were good for her size and speed, and she showed them more modern footwork and parries. All of them ended up with bruises. The following week she was taken on a hunting trip- her leg now nearly completely healed, save for a scar and some tenderness. It was much different than what she had expected, but then again… it wasn't like you could just buy a compound hunting bow at a store. Maria learned to adjust, and learning came easy with the wolves after a while. They taught her which plants and fruits were poisonous, and which weren't. Which promoted healing and which ones were for traps.
She taught them snares and how to properly clean and set a broken bone. They worked on her language and on who-was-who in the pack. So'aku, as she came to learn, was like Kōga's second-in-command. She also took over when he was away, and was in charge of the kids. Turned out she had a son of her own, a boy named Kamijo. He seemed about thirteen by Maria's opinion- numbers still gave her trouble. From what Kamijo had managed to explain, So'aku had all but adopted Maria as her own, taking to call her "Kitto". Or, rather, as she later learned, was actually "Kit".
Maria and Kamijo often argued playfully about that, the human in disbelief. That is until after one hunting excursion where Shinku was injured by a rogue demon, Maria and Hige jumping in to defend him. The demon was killed, but not before getting a clean swipe at Maria's shoulder. When they had gotten back, So'aku had took her in hand, looking her over diligently despite their protests, and wrapped her in a bone-crushing hug.
The next day, when So'aku presented her with a set of armor- similar to that of Kōga's and the others- she was too stunned to decline. Later, when Hige explained it was her late sister's armor Maria decided she didn't mind being called "Kitto".
It was nice to have a family.
...She tried to ignore the pain her heart, knowing fully well that her family wasn't whole yet.
Shortly after that, Maria made her decision. During the pack dinner, Maria had waited for things to die down- not wanting to cause a scene among hungry wolves. Taking a deep breath to settle her nerves, Maria stood up- armor on and sword at her hip. Ginta blinked at her curiously, a strip of meat still hanging from his mouth. "Mawia?"
Ignoring her companion's confused call, she marched up to where Kōga was sprawled out on his "throne". Sharp blue eyes watched her curiously as she stopped a few feet from his perch, the woman kneeling down on one knee, tilting her head to show her neck in both submission and respect. The feeling of soft fur against her leg and panting breath by her shoulder grounding her. Saun.
Good boy. She thought as she looked up to see steely blue eyes. A single flick of a well-clawed hand giving her permission to stand. The now-almost-silent chatter wasn't lost on her; everyone was watching to see what she would do.
…
Kōga watched as the girl stood up- his human as everyone had taken to calling her. So much had changed since she first arrived. Green-lit gold eyes, hazel he had been told, bore into him. Determined, refusing to back down. She was a true wolf.
"Lord Kōga," She called, tone stern yet respectful, "I am wanting to be looking for my sister."
Her Japanese was getting better. Just a few hiccups every now and then, with some strange wording. Silently, Kōga to himself to focus; he was getting more easily distracted by her as the weeks went on. A bad habit. "Do you think you're ready?" He asked, his expression a mask of disinterest. This is the moment they decide if she really was worthy of the wolf clan's aid.
Maria fidgeted for a moment, hesitating just slightly before meeting his eyes. "...No."
That he hadn't expected. Kōga blinked, the sheer naked honesty of that statement surprising him. "And if I refuse?"
The flash of hurt in her eyes was there and gone. He could stop her if he wanted to; keep his human locked up within the caves until he grew bored. It would be simple. She was a child compared to him after all. "In respect-" She shook her head, pausing to find her words. "With respect, I am needing to find her."
"You're not ready. Why should I let you go?"
"...Kit."
All the demons stared at her, murmuring in confusion. Kōga was the only one that heard So'aku chuckle. Scowling, he replied, "What?"
"Kit." Maria said again, more firmly this time. "She is… my kit. My family." Blue eyes raptly watched as she bit her lip, the girl frustrated with the language barrier. "You call me… "pack", yes? If I'm "wolf pack", so is she."
It was a statement, an accusation, and a question all in one. She was questioning what they truly thought of her- if she was really considered part of the Wolf Demon Tribe or not. He could see it written all over her features- no matter his answer, she would go. Even if she had to fight him and the pack. This human girl who came limping into their lives, and yet…
A laugh escaped him, loud and rumbling. Everyone stared at him, confused by the action. With a grin he glanced over his shoulder, standing up. "So'aku."
"Understood." The huntress called, moving over to Maria. She presented several furs to her that she had been holding, silently sliding fur wraps onto her calves and forearms. The room was deadly silent as she stepped back, Maria's puzzled expression amusing the pack leader greatly. They all knew what the fur bands meant. She'd learn.
"Maria of the human world!" He called, voice loud and stern, and filled with authority. He grinned as the girl looked up at him, all soft surprise and gleaming hazel. "I officially welcome you as one of the Wolf Demon Tribe!"
Cheers broke out throughout the cave, Hakkaku and Ginta running up and clapping her on the back. Despite the cheers and celebrations, she never took her eyes off of Kōga. Not once. The demon stepped down from his seat, walking down until he was in front of her, and he held out a hand with a grin.
"Let's go find your sister."
Notes:
Also, rereading previous chapters, I realized that Irene and Inuyasha are always going on to each other about how they can't let their emotions and/or feelings "control" them. I didn't realize the reoccurring theme between them, haha. Anyway, there was supposed to be a bit more to this chapter, mostly showing Maria's reaction to Kagura hurting Koga after having his jewel shards stolen (after Koga returned to the caves) and Koga asking her about her sister and what her name is, and informing about the Shikigami, but work schedules are a pain so if that part ever gets finished and handed to me to type it's just gonna be like a very small "extra" chapter. Kinda like this one. But smaller.
With that put aside... onto the rest of the panther arc! Woo! Sessho be comin' up soon!
And because I can't remember if it's been stated or not, Saun is a BIG wolf. Almost transformed Kirara size. Just a little fun fact.
Chapter 20: Attack of the Panther Demon Tribe!
Notes:
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The rest of the day went by rather smoothly, though I was still in great pain by morning. Climbing atop Kirara, we all headed out to wait by the well for our friends' return. In my paranoia I decided to keep my daily and rescue inhalers on my person, just in case things went wrong and I did wind up getting kidnapped. Considering our last few adventures, I wasn't going to take any chances. I was going to keep them with me from now on.
I can't… die here. Not before I figure things out, not before I find Maria.
I curled up against the large cat demon, burying my face in her fur as we waited. While Shippō played a card game by himself and Miroku sat down with a book in his hands, his staff draped over his shoulder, I napped. I was always so darn tired; I hated it. I was starting to fear that if I kept sleeping like this then… one day I might not open my eyes.
Waking up sometime later, I found myself watching out of the corner of my vision as Sango fiddled with the mask she had completed; the girl observing it and making sure there was nothing else that had to be done. She was dressed in full armor, having left her kimono back at the hut. More than anyone else, Sango was prepared to battle. Even now she looked so determined.
It… helped ease my worries somewhat, although…
If I wasn't here she wouldn't be so stressed over protecting me.
My mind flashed back to the castle with the samurai, recalling all the villagers and soldiers that were killed and forced to walk as undead. There was no doubt that Otoki's burned face was a message from Naraku. If things escalated any further, if the war with that half-demon grew any worse, then all these kind people… my wonderful friends… could die.
I don't want that.
I don't want them to get hurt. I can heal their injuries, but if they got wounded protecting me…
A voice caught my attention and I broke out of my thoughts, head shooting up to see Inuyasha hop out of the well. He sat down on the edge and held a hand out to the inside, clearly intending for Kagome to grab on. "Up we go! Here." The girl snatching his hand as expected, Inuyasha helped pull her up. "You doin' okay?"
"Yeah," She breathed, grunting as she pulled herself over the ledge with his help. The female teenager blinked, staring at us in surprise. "What are you guys doing here?"
"Oh, thanks." I moved closer to Kirara, resting an arm lazily over her back and yawning. "We love you, too, Kagome…"
Miroku almost laughed at that and flipped to the next page of his book, shaking his head. He had a hard time changing the amusement in his voice into something more morose. "You know, it really is too bad that you've come back so soon." He said. Hachi yawned loudly, stretching onto his back from his spot on the grass. "Why the rush?"
"It's such a shame you didn't stay away longer." Sango agreed, cleaning the new mask she was carrying. "Honestly, don't you miss your family?"
Inuyasha sent them a glare as he pulled the girl out of the well, tossing Kagome's backpack onto the grassy ground. Standing up, the boy turned and glowered down at Miroku and Sango, pointing a clawed finger at them accusingly. "You guys pickin' a fight!? What the hell was with that greeting!?"
Throwing her legs over the wooden rim, Kagome sat up. Concern was written all over her face. "Did something happen? Wait- Irene, your hands are…!" Her eyes zeroed in on the bandages wrapped around my palms, alarmed. I blinked, sitting up halfway and glancing at my newest injuries. I gave a small shrug, nonchalant about the whole thing. The burns didn't sting as bad as they should and I could still draw, so it didn't bother me any.
"Technically speaking," Miroku began slowly, glancing at me and then at the two by the well, "something is about to start."
The half-demon ground his teeth together and stood up, amber eyes filled with frustration. "Stop with the mumbo jumbo and just tell us what's goin' on already, damn it! You're ticking me off!"
…
Deep in the mountain, a little girl was moving around in a low river stream. Her brown eyes sparkled as she cheered, encouraging an imp demon as he struggled to catch a fish with his bare hands. "That's the way, Master Jaken!" She exclaimed, looking pleased to be helping him in such a fashion. Her dark was messy, part of her bangs on the right tied up with a small orange ribbon. She wasn't more than eight years of age, standing at a height of four-foot-two, yet she towered over the imp. "You can do it; I know you can! Left, no right! Aww, you almost had 'em!"
Jaken moved around frantically in an attempt to catch the amphibious creature, determined to get enough for their dinner. His master would surely cause him grief if he were to let the small human die from starvation; he was certain of it. The imp's eyes flickered to the tree next to the stream where his master was resting, the demon lord sitting leisurely against it and watching them play in the water with a calm, almost blank expression on his face.
It was the most relaxed his lord Sesshōmaru has appeared in days, the imp noted. If playing with this foolish mortal created such a wonderful expression on his master's face… then he would continue to do so. "Hyah! Gah! There! Oooh, so close!" The demon splashed his hands in the water, no longer caring if his kimono got soaked.
The girl giggled at him, pointing and stepping to the side to avoid him. "In front of you, Master Jaken! To the right now! Behind you!"
"Which way!?"
"On the side- over there!"
"Where!?"
"There!"
"Which side!?"
"Left!"
"Whoa!" Jaken fell forward, tripping over his own feet, and collapsed into the water. "Damn it all! I will get a fish! Stay still you- aha! I got one!" The imp held it proudly in the air, admiring his hard work, digging his claws into the squirming creature. "L-Look! Look, Rin, I did it! I caught it with my bare hands!"
The girl clapped her hands, practically jumping up-and-down in her excitement. "You're so amazing, Master Jaken! You're the greatest!"
"I am, aren't I!? I'm incredible!"
Sesshōmaru watched in silence as they fussed about, keeping guard of any threats. They were on their way to Ayame Village, following the direction of the Saimyōshō. It had been five days since the castle and their failure to locate Naraku, and still there was no sign of him. His scent was completely gone, most likely hidden behind that barrier of his.
He would have to find a way to break that barrier if he ever dared to try and get close. If that corpse was immune to his attacks, then no doubt the one that will be protecting the wretched half-demon would be powerful as well. Perhaps more so.
His eyes focused on the human child, watching her laugh loudly and giggle at something that happened to Jaken when they tried to tie the fish to a long stalk of grass. He was a powerful demon; there was no need for him to keep a mortal by his side, nonetheless one so young that was incapable of defending herself. She was merely a distraction, one he should have never picked up.
"Lord Sesshōmaru!" Rin called out, gesturing with her arms towards Jaken and his fish. "Look at how fat it is! It's going to be so tasty, don't you think!?"
And yet he found himself raising this child since they met that fateful day in the woods, allowing her to become one of his wards. She was terrified of him at first, someone she knew who could have easily killed her, but still found herself trying to save him. Rin poured water in his face without hesitation even though he was growling at her, trying to scare her into running away by using some of his demonic aura. The foolish girl went so far as to bring him mushrooms and reeds, and even fish, despite knowing full well that he did not care for such cuisine.
This orphan child that was abused by the village people who took her in…
Rin didn't speak a word when they first met; he doubted she could even if she wanted to. After he revived her using the tenseiga, however, she never stopped talking. She asked questions about himself and Jaken, rambled on about useless things that held no interest to either of them, and spoke of herself and her likes. Rin was a bubbly child, far more sweet and gentle than that wretched village of humans ever deserved.
And when his servant would act out of hand and insult her, the demon lord would punish him by crushing the imp with his boot. As the result of this happening one too many times, Rin had obtained a sharp tongue, speaking words bluntly without realizing the implications saying such things could bring. Due to this Sesshōmaru did not even have to act, instead leaving Rin to shut down the imp's insults by giving an innocent retort that would cut into his ego just right. It reminded Jaken of his place in the world, while showing Rin's growth from her time travelling with them.
But then there was that sickly mortal woman from the castle…
"You're the one thing keeping me alive, so I'm sticking with you. Sorry, not sorry."
She was fearful of him as well, having been intimidated by the man the very moment they met. The foreigner was terrified, in fact, and nervous, and often spoke aloud her worries. She was ill and would not last much longer in this world, and he nearly left her to rot in the area they found her in. He would have, too, had she been unable to guide him to the tower. That woman led him through the castle, showing him to the room where Naraku's stench lingered.
He had heard her screaming before- calling out the name of the female demon slayer that traveled with his wretched younger brother. The smell of her blood had reached his nose even before he and Jaken entered the castle. Had he not needed to enter that room he would have left her to die from the undead… and she knew this.
The woman was not so foolish as she appeared.
Foolish enough perhaps to mention his half-brother, but not enough to not know Sesshōmaru was a threat. Yet still foolish enough to defend him when he could very easily end her life.
"He isn't the bad guy, I promise!"
"He's ruthless! Get away from him while you can!"
"I… I don't…"
Foolish to try and show a sense of loyalty to him when he only protected her out of consideration towards the bargain they made. She had known who he was from the start, just as he did her. The only difference was that she is not of this era. A ridiculous claim, but one he knew sang true. Her clothes and medicine resembled what that reincarnation owned too much for it to be a coincidence.
What a nuisance.
And speaking of a nuisance… a cold breeze drifted through the air and the scent of felines reached his nose. Sesshōmaru turned his gaze downriver towards where it was coming from and stood, not bothering to warn either Rin or Jaken as he gradually disappeared into the distance. They were both distracted by the fish in the river, determined to catch more, and as Sesshōmaru walked alongside the stream his eyes narrowed as he noticed the water start to freeze over. Before long it became coated with a thick layer of ice.
"Tōran." It wasn't a greeting, nor a question. It was a statement. Sesshōmaru's expression hardened as a woman stepped out from the white mist, her long blue hair flowing behind her. She brushed a few strands out of her face and slicked it back, sending the older demon a sly grin.
"It's been a long time, Sesshōmaru. Did you miss me?"
"I thought you were dead."
The woman huffed at that, placing a hand on her hip as her smirk broadened. "Now that's not a very fine way to greet someone… Aren't we old friends?"
He stared her down, golden eyes harsh. "What are you doing here? The war is over."
"For you, maybe." She responded, all the playfulness gone from her voice as she spoke. Her blue eyes glimmered with hatred for the man in front of her. "I've come here to settle things… once and for all."
Sesshōmaru closed his eyes, opening them only after a moment to fix her with a glare as cold as the ice she controlled. "We settled things a long time ago," He told her calmly, unimpressed by her declaration, "but if you insist… you won't be as lucky as you were fifty years ago."
Tōran laughed at his words. "You're still as boorish as ever, I see. I'm almost disappointed. I do agree that things will be different from last time, but you won't be the victor; I can assure you that. Our master will be waiting for you."
"Master?" He questioned, the corners of his lips tilting down ever so slightly. "Your master is dead."
"And so is your dear father," She told him, grinning broadly at the demon, rubbing salt in the wound she knew that was there, "but unlike him our master is going to be revived."
"For what purpose?"
"Oh, I thought that would be obvious to you, Sesshōmaru." Tōran sneered, resting a hand against her chest. "We'll be able to attack the lands in the east again and finally reclaim the western territory your wretched father forced us from. But more importantly… we'll be getting our revenge- on all your kind."
"Hn. I will personally see to it that he will never breathe again." Ah, there it was. The threat she was waiting for. She succeeded in angering him.
Tōran laughed loudly and held her arms out in a grand gesture, smile so wide her fangs could be seen. "I'm glad to see that you've accepted my challenge! A shame for you though; we've already located the one we need to revive our master." She watched him carefully for a moment before continuing, quite proud of her tribe's accomplishments. "You can try all you want to stop it from happening, but with the souls of the human priestess and all the spirits she uses, he will awaken with strength even greater than before. You won't stand a chance against him!"
Sesshōmaru's eyes narrowed and he grasped the handle of his tōkijin, ready to slay her and stop whatever plans she had laid out. "Spirits?" He questioned, voice low in what almost sounded like a growl. "Explain yourself, Tōran."
The woman grinned and raised a hand up in the air, waving an index finger at him scoldingly. "Now, now, don't be so hasty! Surely you would rather see it all in action?"
When he gave no reaction the panther demon stepped back and extended her hands outwards, waving them through the air and causing a great burst of wind to breeze through the air. Sesshōmaru's long silver hair and dog-furred boa whipped in the wind, his expression as cold as the ice that was cracking from atop the river stream.
"Come to our castle!" Tōran told him, fading away alongside the mist, the water breaking free and flowing naturally without restraint. "There you can bring all the reinforcements you require… and watch as our master is revived!"
And just like that the panther demon was gone, leaving Sesshōmaru to stare at the spot where she left. His expression shifted back into its neutral state, though his brows furrowed from thought. "A mortal priestess that uses spirits…"
He was well aware that the foreigner's soul was coveted by Naraku. This was enough to pique his curiosity towards the mortal female as she was hardly a threat to the wretched half-demon spider, but her ability to break his barrier was questionable. If taking her soul also meant taking the spirits she communicated with… then perhaps he was hoping to absorb them somehow.
Hmph. That was even if the mortal priestess Tōran spoke about was the same as the one he met in the castle.
"If… If anyone can defeat Naraku it's you! You're amazing!"
Her smile flashed through his mind and he turned upon hearing the voice of Rin. The girl was running over with Ah-Uh, a two-headed dragon Sesshōmaru often used as a steed. She was holding a long string of fish above her head, giggling happily and looking quite out-of-breath as she caught up with him. Jaken wailed about being left behind by the child. "Lord Sesshōmaru! Lord Sesshōmaru, look! The fish Master Jaken and I caught! We're going to have a feast!"
"Y-You didn't have to save them, but you did. You freed them and stopped the voices. So... thank you."
The demon lord stared down at her for a moment before turning his attention to the imp, speaking sharply to catch his attention. "Jaken," He said, causing the imp to jolt and look up at him, "The panther demon tribe is back."
The green-skinned demon stumbled at that, letting out a breathless shriek.
"Wh-Whaaat!?" Jaken gasped, falling directly into a terrible coughing fit. Rin blinked and looked at him worriedly, lowering the fish she was carrying. "W-Why are they here!?"
Sesshōmaru turned to the human girl once more, meeting her brown gaze with calm golden eyes. "Rin, listen. You are to wait here with Ah-Uh."
"You're going somewhere again?" She asked, sadness momentarily making itself known into her voice, before she quickly smiled and nodded her head, holding the fish with both hands. "Alright, I won't move from here. Don't forget to come back and get us!"
He turned away, walking off with Jaken hurriedly chasing after. The imp cried out, "W-Wait for me, M'lord!"
Rin waved a hand in the air, smiling at them as the two-headed dragon moved up beside the girl. "We'll be waiting for you!"
...
"Cat demons?" Inuyasha echoed, making a face. "Seriously?"
Hachi nodded fervently, tears in his eyes as he recalled what happened with us in the village. The half-demon looked quite irritated when he heard I was almost kidnapped. Kagome had me unwrap my bandages so she could observe the damage done by the one panther demon, Karan, and put on some fresh burn paste. Once she was done I scooted closer to Sango and watched as she tweaked with the mask, trying to ignore the fear that had long since welled up inside of me.
It was already scary living in this place full of those who wanted me dead, but now I was actually being hunted by not just one or two people, but by an entire tribe that wanted my soul. I never once imagined that the Shikigami would make me a target. It wasn't as if I asked to have this connection to them or even the ability to summon them, I hardly had control of the spirits. I simply asked for their help and they obliged, and when my emotions ran wild so did they.
I was grateful to them for giving me a way to help the others, to heal and support them, but it wasn't like I desired to have my life taken because of it. "Y-Yeah, they… showed up looking for Kagome and the jewel shards. They thought I was her at first a-and then… asked for me. When they found out I was the Shikigami user they grabbed me and ran."
"I took Kirara, Shippō, and Miroku, and we chased after." Sango explained, holding the mask up to my face with concentrated eyes. "We were almost too late. Here- try this on."
"O-Okay. Uh, thank you." I awkwardly tied it around my head, closing my eyes and breathing through the filters. It felt amazing. Before I could even say anything Sango took the mask off me and began to mess with it again. "Hah?"
"It's not quite right. Give me a bit longer."
"O-Okie dokie…"
"You know," Hachi suddenly said, scratching behind his ear thoughtfully, "I distinctly remember something like this happening around… oh, when was it? Fifty years ago?"
"What?" Inuyasha snapped his head up, alarmed. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah." He nodded. "A tribe of cats swarmed in and attacked from the west!"
My eyebrows knitted together upon hearing that, trying to understand what he meant by that. Did he mean west as in… like… from Western Asia? Did that exist yet? I'm so lost. Karan did look more Chinese, so… was that it? Was China west from here? I wish I was better at geography.
Inuyasha scowled at Hachi's words, leaning over and propping his chin up with his palm, elbow resting against his thigh. "This sounds like another one of your fake stories."
"It's not!" The raccoon dog defended, appalled by the assumption. "I'm telling the truth!"
Miroku sat up upon hearing that, frowning. "Hold on a minute, Inuyasha. Don't you think this could have happened while you were sealed to that sacred tree?"
"I…" The half-demon paused. "I guess, yeah, but if it did then I wouldn't know anything about it. I was asleep the whole time. I only know stuff from before and after."
"I don't remember hearing anything like this either and I wasn't under any spell!" Shippō said, thinking hard with crossed arms. "How strange."
Inuyasha grinned upon hearing that and turned, staring down at Shippō mischievously. "Maybe it's because you're just a little brat?"
"Now try it." Sango said again, having me put the mask on while the fox demon charged angrily at Inuyasha. The half-demon grabbed him by the head, snickering as he watched Shippō flail his arms wildly through the air. Sango beamed, looking proud of her work. "Much better!"
"Stop treating me like a kid, you jerk!"
I ignored Shippō's cries and felt the mask, finding it much more comfortable than before. A part me felt excited, never having such a comfortable mask like this before. It filtered the air so well it was ridiculous. "I think it fits!"
"So, wait a minute," Kagome began, confused, "what exactly happened, Hachi?"
The raccoon dog brought his hands up to his and hunched over, squeezing his eyes shut as the terrible memories rushed through. "I-I escaped before the cat demons arrived, so I don't know! I'm so sorry!"
Miroku stared at him for a moment and then turned away, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Now it's believable…"
"I returned after they had all left," The raccoon dog continued, "and sure enough there wasn't a single cat demon in sight!"
"Where did they go?" I asked, momentarily distracted by the freshly filtered air reaching deep into my lungs. It felt so heavenly, helping to alleviate some of the pain in my chest. "Back to the west?"
"I-I'm afraid that's all I can remember!" He exclaimed, ears drooping in shame. "I-I'm so sorry."
That was when a hauntingly familiar voice rang out, catching everyone's attention and causing the raccoon dog to jump. "So the stories are true; the clothes you wear are strange indeed." Shippō yelped and Sango stood up, not hesitating as she grabbed her hiraikotsu. "Are you truly a priestess?"
"Th-The cat demons!" Hachi wailed, diving to hide behind Miroku as he stood.
"Stop calling us cats, you mangy mutt." Karan growled. "Do you want to make us angry?"
I scrambled onto my feet, taking several steps back closer to the well near Kagome, arms held out semi-protectively. As bitter as I could be towards her sometimes, I really didn't care to see her kidnapped. She was a dear friend. "Th-They're panther demons, remember?" My voice sounded muffled due to the mask, but they could still hear me. What a relief. "Frick…"
A lump formed in my throat when I saw there were more with Karan this time. Two more humanoid panther demons stood on either side of her- one a large man and another a young girl around sixteen years of age in appearance.
The man was built very stockily and wore mostly green, a vest being the only thing to hide his bare chest. His hair was dark and his tail was thick with fur and very brown in color, swaying back-and-forth irritably. The girl beside him was so small in comparison, yet stood around my height. Her kimono was lighter in color with several flowers embroidered on it, her red hair falling over her shoulders neatly. Unlike the others she bore no tail, but her eyes and ears were just as sharp as the rest. She unnerved me the most.
The only comfort I had was that Kirara, Miroku, and Sango were in front of us two protectively, ready to lash out at the panther demons if necessary. Inuyasha unsheathed his sword, eyebrow twitching angrily when he saw them approach. "Who the hell do you think you are comin' after Irene and Kagome, huh!? Do you have a death wish?"
"Hmph. Back off, half-demon." Karan growled. "Our business is not with you. We only want the priestesses. Surrender the foreigner and the jewel shards now!"
"Like hell you're getting them! You want the girls, you're gonna have to get through me!"
I looked at Inuyasha with wide eyes. Grabbing Kagome's arm I began to push her towards the well, attempting to get her to leave. She looked at me in alarm, not understanding what I was doing. "Hey, what's the big idea!?"
Is she seriously asking me that? I had to remind myself that she was still a teenager, otherwise I would be tempted to whack her upside the head. This was really not the time to argue. "They want your jewel shards! If you're gone they can't get them!"
"I'm not just gonna leave you again!" She argued, protesting against my attempt to help her. Kagome pushed back, easily overwhelming me with her arm strength. "I'm staying!"
"Just go through the well!"
"I said no!"
Due to our arguing I was unable to hear the demons talking to Inuyasha, too focused on trying to convince Kagome to leave. "This right here? This is you being stupid. I love you, Kagome, okay? You're amazing. But don't you dare try and get yourself captured! If something happens to you Inuyasha will freak out like-"
My sentence was cut off by a large explosion, Karan having leapt into the air and shot a big ball of fire at Inuyasha. Kirara let out a growl and charged over towards us, keeping us hidden behind her while Miroku and Sango dealt with the large man. The younger demoness, however, moved out of the way and- wait, where'd she go? Oh, frick-!
"Kagome!"
I watched in horror as she fell, fearing the worst as little cherry blossom petals drifted around us in the wind. Though the mask blocked the majority of the smell, I could make out a faintly sweet scent- something of which I bet was the reason why Kagome collapsed. It only surrounded us time travelers and Kirara, the others completely unaffected. Kirara roared, trying to fight the urge to sleep, but it became too much and she stumbled, the cat demon falling onto her side. Ignoring the dizziness I felt, something I was sure was brought on more by the scent than my lung issues, I hurried on over to them and panicked.
"No, no- please be okay!" I pressed a couple fingers to Kagome's neck, trying to feel for a pulse, and relaxed only slightly when I felt a heart beat. She was still alive- just unconscious. Hearing someone giggle, I turned my head to see the auburn haired panther demoness standing and smiling at me viciously. "You…"
They were here for several reasons; my soul and the Shikigami who are connected to it, and the jewel shards that Kagome had on her person. Not only that, they wanted her eyesight so they could collect more shards. Jerks… they won't get what they want.
I won't let them take her. Nothing can be done about my well-being, but Kagome at least had a chance to be safe. I wasn't going to let her miss out on that.
In the background Sango could be heard shouting at the demons, demanding answers for what was done to Kagome and Kirara, but I ignored her. I was too focused on trying to lift the middle schooler up. She weighed even less than I did, which was interesting considering we were around the same size, but I was still quite weak. My arms were thin and frail, lacking the muscle Kagome bore from her many long months of archery.
I huffed and dragged her over to the well, struggling to keep my breathing even so as to not inhale too much of that weird scent. This mask was doing wonders for my breathing, going so far as to filter the air and keep the majority of the poison away from my lungs. The panther demon frowned at me, ceasing her laughter when she saw I was unaffected.
"How dare you not fall to my spell!" She growled. "It's that mask, isn't it? I simply must get rid of it then!"
What? No!
I grabbed Kagome and, hoisting her up to the best of my ability, I found myself falling back as the demon dashed over and slashed at my face with her claws. A scream fell from my lips as the mask came off, the demoness slicing the dark blue strings, and I ended up tumbling below into the well. During the fall I found my arms wrapping around the middle schooler's waist, twisting our bodies so that I would take the brunt of the blow should things go south, and in the process something fell out of her pockets.
What it was I wasn't exactly sure, and I wasn't able to find out as there was a flash of blue light and the girl's body started to dematerialize mid-fall.
The world around us slowed down in the process, leaving me to stare in shock at the starlit sky surrounding the area. It reminded me of when I was first brought here to this time- reminding me that travel between space and time was truly possible. And then, alongside Kagome, the majestic view disappeared and my descent picked up pace once more. My back crashed hard onto the ground and things went black as my head hit dirt.
When I finally came to again I could hear screaming, thunder crackling in the distance.
I groaned and pulled myself up onto my knees, blinking until my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the Bone-Eater's well. "K… Kagome?"
Was she gone? Did she actually- yes! Holy frick. My plan worked.
Now they can't use her to find the jewel shards! I'm a genius! I stumbled onto my feet and was about to start climbing out of the well, pausing only when I caught sight of something glimmering in the corner. Turning, heart sinking deep into the pit of my stomach, I knelt down to pick up a small glass bottle.
Three sharp little shards sat inside, making my attempt at saving Kagome almost pointless. She wouldn't be in any danger since they wouldn't have her eyes to use, but they would still end up getting the jewel shards if our friends couldn't beat the demons. Damn it. Inhaling shakily and stuffing the jar into my pocket with the rest of my inhalers, I tentatively grabbed the vines and began to try climbing back up.
I was halfway up when I caught scent of the flowers again and I tried to hold my breath, climbing the rest of the way, pausing to gasp into my sleeve every so often.
It lasted all the way up until I reached the top.
I was so out of breath, too tired from everything…
...and the freaking female flower demon jump-scared me. Before I knew what had even happened I was asleep, an arm wrapping around my lower back.
...
Inuyasha had seen both girls fall into the well. He knew fully well that Irene couldn't travel through it like Kagome, so he knew that she was most likely crumpled on the bottom. He also knew that the older girl was stubborn as all hell and would most likely try to climb her way back up give the opportunity. The half-demon growled and attempted to make his way over to the well, but he was so distracted that he was unable to dodge the demons and got struck with a powerful lightning attack. Inuyasha could only watch in alarm as Irene got snatched by the auburn-haired demon, a flower spell having sent her right to sleep.
"Well, what do you know?" The female demon mused, twirling a small glass bottle in her hands. "She had the sacred jewel shards after all. A little liar, isn't she? Hmph."
"Give those back!" The half-demon growled, struggling to push himself onto his feet. Inuyasha's entire body ached from the larger demon's attack. "Give Irene and the shards back, you bastards!"
"Oh?" Karan hummed, lips twitching upwards into a grin as her ally returned to where she and the thunder demon were standing. "This priestess must mean a lot to you, Inuyasha."
"She's my friend!" He snapped, glaring darkly at them. Inuyasha wrapped his fingers around the handle of his tetsusaiga, unsheathing it with a swing. "If you know what's good for you, you'll let her go!"
The demon smirked at that. "You'll just have to come to the castle if you want her back. If you can even manage it, that is. We'll be waiting for you."
She and the other demons turned away, dashing through the trees and carrying the unconscious Irene with them. The half-demon grit his teeth and lunged, attempting to follow after them, but he only got so far before his plans were thwarted by several other panther demons that appeared to slow him down. In a fit of rage, Inuyasha swung his sword and let out an aggressive battle cry, voice daring to reach through the forest itself. "Get outta my way! Hraaah!"
The demons jumped into the air and to the side, avoiding his attacks, and he slashed at a few that got too close.
"I'll kill you!"
Path now cleared, he started to run again, bounding through the area and going as fast as he could. Before long he felt a small weight on his shoulder, Shippō's voice next to his ear. "I'm goin' with you! We have to save her!"
Meanwhile, back by the well, Sango groaned and groggily opened her eyes. Shaking Kirara and pushing her up onto her side, the slayer saw that the cat demon was fast asleep. Sango looked around, catching sight of Miroku, and called out to him tiredly. "Miroku, wake up…! We need to hurry."
The adult flinched at the loudness of her voice and blinked, slowly standing up while using his staff for balance. "H… How's Kirara?"
"She's fine." Sango answered, frowning worriedly as she faced her sleeping companion. It was taking all she had not to run after the demons, a flurry of emotions boiling inside of her at her best friend being taken from her again. They had to get Irene back- she was too sick to survive such an ordeal. She had her medicine with her, but if they tried to hurt her… she might not make it. "Kirara will wake up in a minute. Where's Kagome?"
"I saw her and Irene fall into the well." Miroku responded, slowly making his way over to them. "Since Kagome wasn't with her when she climbed back up, I can only assume that she went home. She might still be under that demon's spell."
"I see… oh, Kirara!" The demon began to stir, letting out a small noise as she opened her eyes. Sango rested a hand against her back, concerned. "How are you feeling? Doing alright?"
The cat demon nodded slowly, ears perking up as she glanced around. Her lips curled back as she bared her fangs, just as angry as the demon slayer herself. Hachi hurried over to Miroku, bowing to him nervously. "I'll be leaving now, M'lord! Please, forgive me!"
"Ooooh, no!" Miroku snapped, grabbing onto the raccoon dog before he could run away, "You're coming with us!"
Back with Inuyasha, Shippō was trying his best to calm the half-demon down. But Inuyasha wasn't listening, too focused on hunting down the demons and rescuing the sickly human he called a friend. "Where are they!? Damn it…!" He wasn't always the best person to be around, nor was he the greatest friend, but he wasn't just going to let that stupid foreigner be sacrificed. They had their arguments and their rough days, but they were friends. Time and again this was proven. "I'll get her back- so help me I'll kill every last one of them!"
Irene gave up her own safety to get Kagome out of harm's way. She threw them both into the well at the last minute, saving the middle schooler, knowing full well that she herself wouldn't be transported. Inuyasha couldn't very well let Irene die after that, no way. No one would ever let him hear the end of it- not even himself. He wasn't going to lose her. Her or anyone else.
Not if he could help it. There had been too many close calls already.
That moron had to be both the luckiest and unluckiest person alive, being tossed into terrible situations and barely getting away with her life. He prayed she survived this encounter, too. No- Inuyasha would make sure of it. Irene doesn't have a choice. She will make it through this.
"This place reeks of cat!" Shippō said, clinging to the half-demon and snapping him out of his thoughts. His green eyes were frantic, his little claws digging into the older boy's shoulder. He was trying to encourage Inuyasha, but it did little for his own fear. "Don't panic! We need to find their scent, Inuyasha!"
The half-demon came to a halt, sniffing the air. There was so much cat it was hard to identify the main three, nonetheless locate Irene's own scent in this mess. "Y-Yeah, you're right. Where…?" Inuyasha snapped his head up, picking up the trace of human after a moment's silence. "This way!"
"Inuyasha!" Miroku called out, stopping the boy before he could take off, the others finally having caught up. Miroku and Sango were riding atop Kirara's back, the cat demon looking quite exhausted despite the determination in her gaze. Hachi, on the other hand, was moving by foot. "Where's Irene!?"
"I'll find her- don't worry!" Inuyasha exclaimed, breaking out into another run. His golden eyes were intense, glowing with fury and hate, his voice full of conviction and assurance. "She's this way!"
Taking to the sky the raccoon dog transformed, flying after the others when they picked up speed. It had barely taken them five minutes to get out of the forest, entering the rocky terrain of the mountains. Inuyasha was in the lead, using his senses to sniff out Irene's scent among all the panther demons. It was then that he caught scent of wolf and… something else; a scent quite similar to the one he was following. What was it though?
It was human… that much he could tell. Yet why was it bothering him so much?
"Isn't that Kōga up ahead!?" Shippō asked, squinting his eyes at the cyclone heading their way. Inuyasha came to a halt, scowling in both frustration and confusion, trying to pin-point why that one scent was so familiar. It wasn't Irene, that was for sure, but… someone who smelled a lot like her. "What's he doing here!? We don't have Kagome with us."
At that exact moment the cyclone came to a halt, stopping at the top of the hill. Blue eyes narrowed in rage, his dark hair waving in the wind from the sudden breeze. "Hey, mutt," Kōga growled, "where's the girl!? I've been picking up the foul stench of cat demons in this area a lot lately, so tell me why Irene's scent is mixed up with them! Now!"
Inuyasha was taken aback, rather alarmed by the anger in the wolf demon's voice. The only person he ever seemed to care about was Kagome, so why…? He narrowed his eyes and snapped back, voice cracking a little as he growled, "It's none of your business, mangy wolf! Just go back to your cave!"
Kōga's hands flexed, his fingers balling into fists, and the wolf demon stepped forward. "I better not find out that she's been kidnapped by those cats! Otherwise I'll have to kill you!" When Inuyasha didn't respond, merely looking away uncomfortably as he tried to think up a retort, Kōga's eyes widened and his face contorted into one of fury. "You moron! She was actually captured!? What the hell is wrong with you!?"
"Sh-Shut up! It wasn't as if I handed her over on a fucking platter! What does it matter to you, anyway!? Since when did you care about her!?"
"Ever since I found out that she was Maria's little sister!" He bit out. Everyone stared at him in shock, startled by this news. "I knew there was something about her I recognized, but I didn't realize it at first because of how different she looked! With her dark hair and brown eyes- the only similarity were their scents! I came here looking for Irene, but now she's been kidnapped because of your incompetence!? Damn you, Inuyasha!"
"W-Wait a minute." Shippō looked befuddled. "You… know Maria? Maria is with you!?"
Miroku's eyes widened. "All this time we've been searching for her… Kōga, do you mean to tell us you know where Irene's sister is at?"
"Explain yourself!" Sango demanded. The wolf demon huffed and turned his head, pausing when he heard familiar voices shouting at him from behind. Hakkaku and Ginta were running up, followed by several wolves, and a young woman dressed in armor riding atop what appeared to be the biggest wolf of the pack. "I-Is that…?"
"I don't have time for this." Kōga growled. "I promised I'd find her!"
He took off in a cyclone, running off into the distance with incredible speed. Hakkaku and Ginta stumbled to a stop, worn out from all the exercise. "K-Kōga, wait!"
"Here we go again…"
The woman's face scrunched up in irritation as she paused, having caught up with them, and she huffed. Sango stared at her in shock, unable to believe that after all they've been through that this is how they found the older sister. The resemblance was uncanny, so it must be true. "It can't be…"
It looked like the stranger was about to run off after Kōga when she heard Sango speak, the woman turning around to look at the demon slayer. Her eye color was unlike anything they've ever seen, even for demons. Green with a starburst of brown, almost seeming to change color with her emotions. The woman stood tall and proud, auburn hair short and cut in a style almost identical to that of Irene's; it was a lot neater and well kempt, and so much lighter, but the face...
She made the same expressions as Irene. Rather, it would be Irene who made the same expressions as her. There was no doubt about it. Kōga was so wrong about their resemblance; the two could almost be twins.
"You're Maria?"
"Yes…?" The woman's accent was so thick as she spoke, her head tilting to the side curiously. She was so much taller, so much more slender compared to their short and curvy friend. But the nose, the shape of the eyes, and even the chin were the same. She was the one they were looking for. Irene's older sister. "My name is that... You are who?"
"We're Irene's friends." Sango said quickly, urging Kirara to move closer. "We've come to rescue her!"
Maria narrowed her eyes at them. She took in their appearances, judging them, calculating what to say or do, before giving a firm nod. Something in her expression rang fierce and passionate, voice strong and authoritative despite the choppy words she spoke. "Good. Follow if you must; sister is this way! Saun, onwards!"
The wolf howled and took off, chasing after Hakkaku and Ginta, leaving everyone stunned. She had named her wolf. Shippō blinked, questioning what just happened, and settled on saying, "She doesn't speak Japanese very well, does she...?"
"Whatever!" Inuyasha growled. "Let's just go! Forget about Kōga; we can deal with Maria later! All we need to do now is rescue Irene!"
…
Kagome was furious. She understood Irene's intentions to a point; she was only trying to protect her, after all, but it wasn't as if Kagome was the only one the demons were after! There was no need to push her down the well! Irene couldn't travel down it like she could, so what if she tumbled down with her? She could get seriously hurt!
Actually, what… even happened? It hurt her head trying to remember; the most she could recall was arguing with Irene and becoming very sleepy.
Those demons- did one of them place a spell on her? The middle schooler clicked her tongue in annoyance, marching over to the ladder attached to the wall. It was safe to say Irene got what she wanted. Muttering to herself about stubborn Americans, Kagome had half the mind to jump back down and give the girl a piece of her mind.
I appreciate the concern, but…
There was no way she can just sit back and let them fight alone. She was part of the group! They were a team! As their friend it was her responsibility to help them out.
"Alright," She grunted, pulling herself over the ledge until her abdomen was resting against the wooden ledge, "let's do this."
Kagome was just about to turn around and jump back down when she realized she wasn't the only one in the shrine. Turning her head upon hearing the sound of a broom dropping against concrete, she blinked and stared completely dumbfounded as a boy gaped at her from the staircase. He looked around seventeen years of age, with big brown eyes and long lashes, black hair pulled back in a small rat's tail with messy bangs.
"Y-You just…" He raised a shaky hand up, pretty face paling as he tried to comprehend what happened. "...from the well…"
He saw her. This person saw her climb up from the well.
She had no idea how she was going to explain that. Kagome opened and closed her mouth, words failing her, and she debated just jumping back down to avoid this awkward conversation. Her eyes trailed over his form one more time, taking note of his strange attire. He was dressed almost identical to Anastasia, but where his outfit should be red it was shaded in blues and purples instead. Was he from a family of priests?
No, that didn't make sense. This was way too coincidental, wasn't it?
Kagome's grip on the wood tightened, eyes narrowing as she stared him down. Something wasn't right here. She watched as the stranger ran his fingers through his bangs, glancing around and blinking rapidly, the boy questioning aloud if he was dreaming. "This is so weird… okay. Calm down; just breathe."
He brought his hands together in front of his face, palms pressed together, soft brown gaze panicking. This person was speaking perfect Japanese, yet something about his appearance told her that… shouldn't be possible. "Wh-Who are you?"
She summoned her courage and spoke up. He jumped, almost stumbling back to the doors. "I-I, uh, well-"
"Who let you in here? This shrine is private property; you can't just-!"
Suddenly her little brother's voice came ringing out, Sōta sliding the shrine doors open. "Hey, Ren! Mom just finished making dinner, so you can come in for a quick break if you want; oh, hi, sis."
Sōta slid the doors shut and walked off, only to come running back and slamming them back open. His eyes were wide.
"S-Sis!? What are you doing back so soon!?"
"I-" She was absolutely flabbergasted. Kagome climbed out of the well the rest of the way, sitting on the ledge. "Can't I come home every now-and-then? Who is this kid?"
"Kid?" Sōta blinked. "Ren is older than you. You know that."
"Um, no, I don't."
Her brother was going crazy. He shook his head at her, frowning, and reached over to tug on the stranger's sleeve. Something about him was incredibly familiar and it was bothering her greatly. This felt like some kind of trap. "Yeah, you do; Ren Saito! You know, the guy who's been helping out Gramps with the shrine for about a year now?"
Kagome had no idea what he was talking about. The last time she visited he was complaining about having no one to help Gramps sweep the shrine, yet now they apparently had someone this entire time? She wasn't gone for that long, was she? Did something change? Had they somehow messed with the past to change the future?
"Anyway, food's gonna get cold!" Sōta said, trying to distract his befuddled friend Ren. "Mom's gonna need to get another plate ready since you're back, so, uh…" He glanced up at the pretty-faced boy, grinning nervously. "Do you think you can forget whatever you saw in here? It's really nothing to worry about, so…"
"Nothing to- what even happened? She climbed out of an empty well!"
Sōta nodded as if understanding his plight, tugging on his sleeve and guiding him out of the shrine slowly. "Yes, yes, it's very weird; I think you overworked yourself today, Ren! Why don't you go home after you eat? Kagome had to have been inside the well in order to climb out of it, wouldn't she? No one can just appear inside a dusty old well! R-Right, sis?"
"Uh, yeah…"
Something really wasn't right about this. Worried for her friends, yet completely lost by this new development, the girl found herself wandering out of the shrine after the two males. This person wasn't a demon, right?
She couldn't sense anything from him, so… who was he?
And how come Sōta was acting like she was supposed to know about him?
...
Jaken followed behind his master loyally, claws clutching the staff tightly to his chest. He watched as his lord Sesshōmaru's eyes narrowed, the breeze flowing by causing his silver hair to drift elegantly in the air. Sesshōmaru stepped forward, increasing the pace in which he walked as the strong scent of panther demons reached his nose. Their wretched smell was all over the mountain terrain and, in the distance, in the direction of the castle that he was heading towards… he caught wind of a human scent.
It was a strange scent- the same as all humans yet not quite. There was something distinct about it, like the forest after it rains, and of something that shouldn't quite… be there. That woman- the one he encountered back in the castle- she was indeed the one that the panther demons were talking about.
If his pathetic half-human brother comes scampering into the castle…
Jaken almost squeaked in fright when he saw his lord's demonic aura become darker. Sesshōmaru was not pleased. "Um, p-pardon me, m'lord. Don't you think we should gather some reinforcements? It'll be dangerous heading there on our own… even with how powerful you are!"
Sesshōmaru was going to have to share a few words with those vile panther demons. His brother held no part in this war; it was between them alone. The fool had gotten himself pinned to a tree by a mortal priestess and lost his chance at redemption as a result; he should sit out like the disgrace that he is. Walking even faster now, Jaken swallowed down the lump in his throat and followed. Sweat started to bead down the side of the imp's face when his beady yellow eyes caught sight of someone kneeling down on the side of the mountain trail.
Jaken gasped, recognizing the fellow. "I know him! That's Rōyakan!"
The large wolf demon bowed to Sesshōmaru as he passed by, speaking loudly and offering his services. "Lord Sesshōmaru!" He greeted. "I, Rōyakan, would be honored to serve under you once again!"
"Not necessary."
The demon lord didn't even miss a beat, not hesitating at all to shut down his offer. Rōyakan's big blue eyes widened and he shot up into a sitting position, staring after Sesshōmaru in alarm. Desperation seeped into his voice as he cried out, "Please, m'lord! I beg of you to reconsider!"
"D-Don't leave without me, sire!" Jaken yelped, chasing after his master and leaping over Rōyakan's large beefy arm.
Sesshōmaru suddenly came to a halt, nearly causing Jaken to crash into his leg. The man didn't honor the wolf demon with so much as a glance as he spoke. "Rōyakan…"
"Y-Yes!?" The demon perked up, a big toothy smile spreading across his face, joyous that he was being acknowledge and hoping to be accepted into the lord's army. "What is it?"
"Leave before I lop off your head."
Rōyakan almost burst into tears, fear and heartbreak mixing together inside of him. Jaken jolted at the rejection and held his staff up in the air, trying to catch his master's gaze. "P-Perhaps you should reconsider, M'lord? We could use his assistance! I know you don't think so, but… we need help!"
Sesshōmaru kept walking, leaving the forest guardian wolf alone to weep. "We do not require his strength."
"Then perhaps we can get Inuyasha's assistance this time?"
"Jaken…" The imp could almost feel the stress draining away at his life force, his hands tightening on his staff anxiously.
"Y-Yes?"
"Only you need accompany me."
The terror faded away into immense warmth and happiness, tears welling up in his eyes at the indirect praise the demon lord had given to him. Choking back a sob, he stood there in shock for a few seconds before chasing after, wailing about how he was going to serve his lord Sesshōmaru for the rest of his life.
...
When I awoke we were somewhere in the middle of the mountains, in a valley of some sort. The large man was carrying me, keeping me tucked against his side and making it rather difficult to breathe. I thrashed my legs and hit my fists against his stomach, going as far as to dig my nails into his flesh, but it did nothing. He had so much freaking beef and muscle on him I doubted he could even feel the pain I was trying to inflict upon him.
"I-I'm not gonna… be some human sacrifice, you got that!?" I wheezed, knowing my attempts were futile. "N-Neither are… the Shikigami! They're not… tools!"
"Hmph. Keep squirming." The man, Shūran, growled. "See what good it'll do ya."
"Hey, sis!" Karan called out as we neared the end of the valley. Glancing up I could see a figure in the distance, a beautiful young woman with icy eyes and long blue hair. Her skin was as pale as snow. "I've got the priestess that controls the spirits! The other one vanished on us, but this one has hold of the jewel shards we need."
"Oh?" The woman asked, focusing her gaze on me. I tensed, fearful my end was going to come rather quickly. "This is the girl? Hmm. She looks so weak and pathetic; are you certain this is the one we need?"
"Yup!" Karan grinned and waved a hand in the air. "The brat even used her powers on me."
Shūran moved his arm and I yelped, gasping for air when he suddenly began to crush me against his side. I could feel my insides screaming at me, bones threatening to snap. "I don't like the looks of her." He said, narrowing his eyes. "Her face bothers me."
"I think it's cute!" Shunran giggled, the flower-user skipping forward and lacing her fingers behind her back as she knelt down, watching as my face contorted into pain. My ribs felt like they were being crushed. "Her blood smells really tasty, too! If she wasn't for our master I would gobble her up myself!"
Oh gods. I choked, tears welling up in my eyes upon hearing that. "P-Please don't. Y-You don't… want to eat me."
The blue-haired demon's lips curled up upon hearing that, amusement flickering in her eyes. She appeared to be the leader out of the four, maybe even the eldest, and clearly was held in great respect. From what I gathered they were all siblings and, hauntingly enough, three girls and one boy. Just like my family.
"And why's that?" The woman asked with an almost teasing tone. "Because you don't want to die?"
Shūran loosened his grip and I wheezed, coughing roughly and becoming rather light-headed. "O-Obviously, b-but… I… I'm also a sickly human, so not… very good for one's health. Y-You know? Would probably… g-give you indigestion or… something."
The stranger watched me for a moment, her icy blue eyes widening before laughter spilled out from her lips. "How interesting! A sense of humor even in the face of death. No, it is not your body we desire; it is your soul and the souls of the spirits attached to you. Do not fret; it will be mostly painless."
"That's… not comforting."
Her grin broadened. She must appreciate my jokes.
"Anyway," Karan continued, "we'll want to keep her alive for just a while longer. As it turns out Inuyasha is alive and he seemed quite worried for the priestesses. The other escaped, but this one will work as good bait to bring him here."
The woman blinked. "You don't mean the younger son of the old mutt is actually alive? Wasn't he sealed to a tree or something a long time ago?"
"Yup!" Shunran held her arms out, standing up straight with a smile. "Isn't that a surprise!? We were so shocked!"
"Why… bait?" I demanded, breathless. "Wh… What do you want with Inuyasha?"
The younger girl giggled. "Isn't that obvious? We're going to kill him."
Karan focused her attention back to her sister, holding up the bottle of shards for her to see. "What do you think, Tōran? Is it a good plan?"
"Yes, it is." She said, closing her eyes for a moment. "Why don't you all escort our guest-of-honor to the castle with the other prisoners? Master is sure to be impatient, but our revenge will soon be fulfilled. This pathetic girl is proof of that."
Wow. Okay. Rude.
I scowled at Tōran's words, kicking my legs again and trying to hit the man in the back of his knees. I wouldn't stand a chance against any of these people, but if there was the slightest hope that I could delay them sacrificing me in time to be saved then I would take it. At least they won't kill me right away considering I'm a hostage. "You guys are jerks."
"Ha!" Tōran raised a hand to her chin at that. "Please, save me the dramatics."
"Mmm, no. No, I think I want to be… dramatic right now."
Shūran tightened his hold on me again and I cried out, fingers digging into his arm as I tried to get him to let go. It hurt so bad; if he keeps it up he's going to break all the bones in my abdomen. Frick. I coughed and dangled my limbs when he loosened his hold, exhausted and pained. I could actually taste iron, which only proved that something inside me must have snapped. Red trickled down my chin and I spat, partially dazed. This demon was torturing me for his own entertainment, the bastard. My pained expression darkened when I heard his laughter. "That's right; stop screaming, fool. You can cry when you die."
"What about the other brother, sister?" Karan asked. "Is he going to come?"
Huh?
Focusing, I heard Tōran's answer loud and clear, though she refused to say a name. "I don't need bait for him; he'll come here without question. That pathetic dog is so easy to rile up." I knew at once who she was talking about. Ignoring the excruciating pain flooding through me a shaky grin spread across my lips, brown eyes meeting the cold blue of the panther demon in front of me. Tōran frowned when she saw my smile. "What is it, human?"
"Y… You are so dead." I hated how amused I was at this. Yet, somehow, in the depths of my heart, there was a strong sense of relief. "If that… b-brother is who I think it is… he's gonna murder you so hard you won't even see it coming. Y-You're totally screwed."
"Oh?" She stepped forward, standing in front of me as I started to cough again. Tōran leaned down, crossing her arms over her chest, an eyebrow raised. "I'm afraid you must be misunderstanding something; the demon I'm speaking of doesn't really associate with humans."
"Sesshōmaru? All powerful demon lord?" She blinked. A twisted, tired grin spread across my face, recalling the elegant yet efficient way that man had slain his opponents. "Silver hair? Cre… Crescent moon on his forehead? H-He's gonna… kill you. Just like he's… killed others."
I had faith of survival now. If the others didn't make in time, he surely would. One way or another I was going to be saved. Tōran stood up, hands on her waist, understanding dawning on her face.
"I see… you're in love with him, aren't you? How pitiful."
Wait, what? No! Everyone is so obsessed with that- even the villains! My gods. Tōran watched the way my expression changed and hummed, tapping her finger against her chin.
"No? Well, either way it doesn't matter. He'll arrive in time to watch your soul be sacrificed and our master revive; after that…" The demon smiled sadistically. "...Sesshōmaru will be joining you in the afterlife."
"...You've got issues." She looked ready to laugh at that, but Tōran wasn't given a chance.
A voice rang out in that moment, loud and clear, and it took me a second to recognize it. "Heeeey, Irene! Up here!" My eyes widened and I glanced up, stunned to see a certain wolf demon standing atop the cliffs. Kōga grinned down at me. "I've come to rescue you!"
I was… dreaming, right?
What was he doing here? We barely even spoke to each other. I don't understand; did he just say he came to save me? Was this because of me saving his life before during the battle with Kagura when she stole his jewel shards, or-? Wait, who are those people beside him? I recognized two of the figures as Hakkaku and Ginta, but the third was…?
It was so hard to tell without my glasses. I squinted my eyes, watching as the mysterious figure stepped forward. The light from the setting sun hit the person's body just right and illuminated them and their surroundings, allowing for me to catch sight of the red-and-gold kimono the stranger was wearing. The armor, that hair color…
There was no way. It couldn't be her.
I spent so long looking for her, risking my life in battle-after-battle trying to hunt down Naraku and Anastasia to find out the truth of what happened, and for her to just appear like this…
I don't…
What?
So many emotions were swirling around inside of me, I was only snapped out of my thoughts by Karan running over and glaring up at Kōga, shouting, "You're not invited to the castle, wolf!"
The panther demon opened her mouth wide and after taking in a deep breath, hot red fire blasted out, raging towards the demons. When the flames dispersed and Karan closed her mouth, Kōga and the others were gone. I was about to panic when the demon holding me suddenly moved, causing more pain to spread throughout my ribcage.
"Let's go!" Karan ordered, trying to get the others to hurry. "We have to bring the girl to the castle before the full moon!"
"N-No…!" My vision was starting to get blurry from the pain, my hands becoming numb and body not moving the way I wanted it to. Where did the others go? The taste of blood was strong, almost leaving me to choke as it bubbled in the back of my throat. "K-Kōga, M… Maria!"
Come back! Don't leave me here! It hurts…
"S-Stop… Stop it…"
I can feel the bones starting to crack from inside me. I couldn't breathe at all. Dark spots were dancing in my vision, threatening to take over completely. Voices had faded into sirens that were ringing in my ears. My internal organs were screeching as even more bones snapped. Something in my chest was aching. It hurt so much.
"Don't… die…"
Please. Don't be dead.
I'm so scared.
I don't want to be left alone. I don't want to be sacrificed.
Sesshōmaru…!
Help me.
…
It was official; Kagome's family had gone insane. She had never met or heard of a Ren Saito in her entire life, yet apparently she goes to school with his younger sister? Her brain felt like it was going to explode from all this mind boggling news. There was no way any of this was actually true. She's been going in-and-out of the Bone-Eater's well for how long now?
Surely if he had been working for Gramps as long as they've been claiming, she would have bumped into him way before now!?
"I don't… understand all of this," The boy muttered, still looking dazed, "but she was inspecting the well? I cleaned inside the well earlier; I swear! I didn't see her in there at all!"
"I'm sure you just missed her, kiddo," Gramps dismissed, reading through a newspaper as Ms. Higurashi set the dinner table, "it's quite dark down there! Now, stop chatting about it and get eating. You're so thin it's a wonder you're able to carry those boxes about!"
"I'm part of the kendo club," Ren responded numbly, scrunching up his nose as he processed his words, "and I help my sister with her ritual dance. I'm stronger than I look."
"Oh, really?" Ms. Higurashi smiled warmly, sitting down at the table next to her daughter. "Kagome is quite skilled with a bow; when she's feeling well enough to actually practice it, of course."
"That's what confuses me." The black-haired boy said, eyebrows knitting together. "If she's so sick all the time, how come she was inside a super dusty well? That's just asking to catch a disease!"
"Well, that's…"
Gramps interrupted Ms. Higurashi, his words only making Kagome want to bang her head off the table. They were such terrible liars. The elder slammed his newspaper on the table, raising his voice. "That's because she never listens to us! Kagome is such a good girl, always wanting to help out her dear old grandfather, that she often forgets to look after her own health!" He sniffled, bringing a hand up to wipe away at the faux tears that started to form in his eyes. "I worry so much about her…"
Ren blinked, still not convinced but unwilling to push any more on the subject. "O-Okay… um, anyway, oddly enough," He faced Kagome, giving her an awkward grin, "I don't think we've been properly introduced. Been here almost a year and it's the first time we've actually met, haha! I'm Ren Saito; I live a bit aways from this place. I have to take the station to get to here and school. It's nice to meet you!"
He bowed his head in greeting.
"You're… not Japanese, are you?" The boy paused, sitting back up. Sōta face-palmed.
"Siiiis, you're not supposed to ask things like that!"
"Wait, what?" She was started. "I-I mean, it's an honest question!"
Ren laughed, seeming used to this, and waved them off. It was on the tip of her tongue, but she just couldn't figure it out. He was so darn familiar. "It's fine, it's fine~ she isn't the first. The truth is I'm only half Japanese. On my mom's side, that is. It's a bit of a long story, but mom had me out of wed-lock. Then she married some weird guy and changed our last name to Saito, and shortly after that my little sister was born. She's in your class, I think; her name is Hinami."
"...Your last name?
For some reason Kagome's brain focused on that one aspect of his story. She was certain if he told her what it was her dilemma would be solved. She just knew it. And yet…
Ren laced his fingers together on the table, smiling politely, even though it was obvious from the way he spoke he didn't care much for his step-father. His earrings and hairstyle actually made him look a bit like a delinquent. "Yup. My real last name is Kururugi. We live at the Kururugi Shrine."
...what she was told was not what she had been expecting. Not at all.
"What?"
Ren's lips tilted upwards in a goofy smile seeing her expression. "Are you always this adorable?"
"Hey now," Gramps warned, narrowing his eyes, "you're here for being a troublemaker at home, so don't you go getting any funny ideas about my granddaughter."
"Funny ideas?" Ren asked, genuinely confused, the most innocent of expressions on his face. "I was just stating the truth. Oh!" Realization dawned on him and he looked at Kagome with wide eyes. "Did I say something weird again? Hinami is always telling me that I say things without really thinking about them and it ends up making people uncomfortable! Did I do that just now? I'm so sorry!"
The middle schooler raised her hands up nervously and forced a smile when she saw him bow his head. "N-No, it's… okay. I appreciate the compliment. I, um, better get back to inspecting that well so…"
"Already?" Ms. Higurashi almost looked upset. "On an empty stomach?"
Her friends were in danger. Although that food sure looked tempting… crap. "Y-Yeah, I'm sorry, Mom. I wasn't planning on coming back so soon, stuff just happened and I really need to get back to inspecting that well. You know, before anything bad occurs to it?"
Ren was staring at her oddly, as if trying to pick up the hints on what she was saying. Everyone was looking at her. Ms. Higurashi placed a hand to her cheek, letting out a small sigh, before smiling encouragingly. "Okay, just be safe, sweetheart. You know we love you."
"Yeah… thanks, Mom. I love you, too!"
And with that Kagome stood, rushing out of the kitchen. Sliding the shrine doors open, she ran to the well and climbed onto the wooden ledge, staring down at the dark abyss. Her eyes narrowed, determination coursing through her. She could come back some other time to figure out what was going on with these strangers, but for now she had to help save her friends. So, with that in mind, Kagome jumped into the well and traveled back to the Feudal Era.
Notes:
Lord Sessho is here! WOO! I promised to deliver him to you guys, haha. Even the Villains are giving Irene crap about him now, poor thing. XD
Also, HMMMM WHO IS THIS REN AND HINAMI!? QUESTION MARK QUESTION MARK?
Hopefully I'm doing the panther demons justice. I love Toran so much. Also- I think in the Japanese Dub the panther demons were actually based on Chinese leopards, which is why they don't actually look like panthers? But for anime English dub continuity sake I'm keeping them as "panthers". Really, sometimes I'm tempted to make Sessho say "This Sesshomaru" because that's how he does in the sub and manga, but I'm refraining super hard from doing so. Haha. And to those of you who played Secret of the Cursed Mask- you might have an idea as to what's up. Granted I'm not too subtle at stuff so even if you didn't play that game you'll probably figure it out. I dunno. ANYWAY
The fun is just beginning! Woop woop!
EDIT: So, I have like the next two-and-a-half chapters written, but they include a lot of Maria and I need the person who writes for her to actually READ her bits and approve of it/fix them, so please bear with the wait until then. T_T I'm sorry. Schedules are a pain, and so is quarantine, and she works from home now, and she's busy with moving out of her apartment.
On the bright side, when it's all fixed and read, you'll have TWO super duper long chapters (and I mean LONG, this arc is lengthy) as well as lots of Sesshomaru. And then I can update normally (hopefully) after that, because some super juicy plot stuff gets revealed after the panther arc. If she doesn't read/fix the Maria bits by the time next year rolls around (dear gods I hope that's not the case) I'll go ahead and post what I have, then re-post when she does the thing. Sound like a plan? :3
Chapter 21: The Plot Of The Panther Demons
Notes:
So, person hasn't read the Maria bits yet- she said she would soon, but I'm gonna go ahead and post this chapter and the next one. She generally approves of the parts that I write for her when she's busy, so... (shrugs)
Into plot we go!
Chapter Text
Kōga chased after the direction of the main four panther demons, kicking at the several lackies that lunged at him. Forcing them out of the way, he followed Irene’s scent as closely as possible. He was almost able to catch up when he saw a flash of red, a silver-haired half-demon appearing beside him and running ahead. Kōga’s blue eyes widened, annoyance forming on his face. “Who the hell asked you for help!?”
“I’m the one who’s gonna do the saving here!” Inuyasha retorted, moving faster. “She’s my friend, not yours! So back off!”
“Not if I have any say in it!” Kōga growled. “I’m the one that’s gonna rescue Maria’s kid sister! She needs my help, dog face!”
The two came to an abrupt halt when they encountered a dead end, the valley colliding together to create one very long wall. Glancing around, the two couldn’t find any passage that would lead them to the demons or their friend, causing them to grow frustrated and angry.
Taking a deep breath, praying that she was still conscious and was close enough to hear him, Inuyasha shouted, “Ireeeeene!”
Kōga began to do the same, running along the walls and trying to get a better view of the area. “Where are yoouuuu!?”
No answer. He huffed and jumped back down, listening to their voices echo around them.
“Irene!”
“Say something!”
“Can you heaaar meee!?”
Hakkaku ran over with Ginta, huffing in exhaustion as he finally caught up. “Wh-What’s the matter!?”
“Where did the cats get to!?”
Maria, from atop the large wolf, narrowed her eyes and looked around. “Irene! Where is she? Demons escaped?”
She focused her gaze on Kōga, as if demanding an explanation. He met her stare and scowled, looking away and glaring at the wall blocking their path.
“We’ve lost them,” He said, furious, “they’ve vanished without a trace!”
Inuyasha sniffed the air and twitched his ears, straining to hear anything, but there was nothing. “I can’t pick up the scent of any of those cats or Irene!”
Damn it all; why now of all times!? It was bad enough that she was already a target for her soul, but now these demons want her as well? What for? Curse it all; he was going to kill every last one of them.
Taking his friend like that…
Damn it; his mind keeps going into the darkest places! She’s so frail- Irene might break if she stays with those demons any longer. She was tough, but there was no way she could survive on her own for very long. They had to get to her now before it’s too late. Before she becomes unable to reunite with her sister.
Inuyasha dug his claws into his palms, fury in his eyes. “This is so stupid; they can’t have just disappeared! There has to be a way to find them!”
Maria glanced at him, noticing the tautness of his shoulders and the trembling of his fists. Inuyasha was angry, she noticed, but even more than that- he was afraid. Was he truly a friend of her sister?
He didn’t act like anything Kōga described; in fact, she’d dare say they were similar. Cut from the same cloth.
“Passage in secrecy?” She suggested, observing her surroundings again and trying to find any clues to their whereabouts. “We must find where it is hiding!”
“Damn iiiiit!” Kōga screamed, looking up at the sky and baring his fangs. His voice echoed throughout the valley. “This is just like with Naraku’s barrier! Aurgh, I wanna kick their faces in so hard right now! The bastards!”
Inuyasha jumped, eyes widening for a split second and then narrowing in realization. “What? Did you just say barrier?” They all turned to look at him, confused. The half-demon gripped the handle of the tetsusaiga, starting to unsheathe it. “I guess now’s as good a time as any to test it…”
“What are you yapping on about?” Kōga demanded, glaring darkly at him. He paused, seeing the fierce look on his face. “Inuyasha…? What are you plannin’ on doing with that sword?”
The half-demon gave no answer, instead focusing all of his concentration on his next attack. Kōga watched in shock as the demonic energy swirled around the blade, growing stronger and more powerful until the fang turned into a blood red color.
Maria’s wolf stepping forward, the woman reached out and tapped the wolf demon chief with her hand lightly, staring at the weapon. “Kōga… explain what is happening?”
He said nothing, unable to answer as he watched the half-demon swing his blade and let loose a mighty attack. Seeing this, she merely observed Inuyasha and his strange behavior.
The attack he unleashed, the Wind Scar, cut through the wall, the new power it had obtained from the blood crow crystal working wonders to destroy the barrier keeping them out. Inuyasha laughed, looking quite pleased with himself, and was about to make a snarky comment towards the wolf demon chief when there was a sudden gust of wind passing by him.
Kōga, running through the entrance, smirked at Inuyasha over his shoulder. “You know, that wasn’t bad for a mutt like you!”
Inuyasha was this close to charging after and pounding his wolfish face in. “What did you just say to me, you fleabag!? Are you trying to die!?” He waved his sword in the air, aggravated by the childish insults. “Get back here and-!”
“Move!” He yelped, being pushed to the side as Maria and her wolf charged forward, dashing after the demon. “Time is being wasted!”
“Wh-What the-?” The half-demon was incredulous. This was seriously Irene’s older sister? There had to be some kind of mistake. Why was she going with him when Inuyasha is the one who actually knows Irene? He was her friend, damn it, not that mangy wolf. Raising his voice, he yelled at them. “Hey! What gives!?”
“Kōga, wait!” Inuyasha was completely ignored, Hakkaku crying out to his leader and running as fast as he could to catch up. “Don’t leave us behind!”
Ginta followed behind, huffing. “Slow down, boss! M-Maria-! Ooh, Saun runs way too fast...”
What was even…? Inuyasha blinked, shaking his head with a scowl. He turned when he caught wind of his friends’ scents, Kirara flying over with Sango, Miroku, and Shippo atop her back. Kōga didn’t matter right now; if he’s been keeping Maria alive this long, he’d leave her to him. Inuyasha’s top priority was getting Irene back. I won’t let you die on us, so just hold on a little longer!
She had to get through this. Forcing a scowl on his face, Inuyasha spoke to his companions. “It took you guys long enough! What the hell happened?”
“You ran off without us, you big dummy!” Shippō whined, perched on Kirara’s head. “You’re so impatient! Kirara can’t keep up with all of us on her back!”
That was when Inuyasha noticed- Hachi was gone. Did that coward run off? Tch. Figures. He moved back to face the castle entrance, glaring into the forest. Miroku followed his gaze, frowning deeply.
“Is that it?” The monk inquired. “The path to the castle?”
“Yeah.” Inuyasha responded, sheathing his sword. He felt so angry and frustrated; his friend was so far out of his reach and he felt so damn useless not being able to do anything about it. If he had arrived moments earlier he might have been able to catch the demons before they took off with Irene. “It was hiding behind a barrier.”
The only relief he had was knowing that Kagome was safe back in her homeland.
His fingers tightened around the handle, knuckles turning white. His jaw was clenched tight. “Those damn cats… I bet they’re hiding in there somewhere. What do they even want with Irene?”
“You don’t know?” Shippō asked, surprised. Inuyasha’s eyebrows furrowed and he turned his head, confused. “They want her soul!”
“What?”
“Yes.” Miroku explained, the group starting to get a move on as they entered the forest. They can talk and advance forward at the same time; there was no reason to waste daylight. Not that there was much of the sun left considering night was falling. “Apparently if you take the living soul of one who uses the spirits of Shikigami, you can obtain those spirits!”
Inuyasha’s eyes widened, “That’s why Naraku wants her so bad!?”
“Maybe.” Sango said, expression darkening. “We think Anastasia might have informed the cat demons about her, which is why they know of Irene’s Shikigami powers! Unlike Kagome, she hasn’t been here for very long, so it doesn’t make sense that they know so much.”
“So Naraku wants Irene’s Shikigami?”
“No,” Sango shook her head, voice raised with barely restrained fury, “Anastasia wants them! Why she does when she has Shikigami of her own I don’t know- but we can’t let them get away with this! If they manage to extract her soul, Irene will-!”
“That’s not gonna happen.” Inuyasha interrupted. “Whether they learned about her on their own or by Anastasia, we are going to save Irene.”
Shippō hung his head, a headache growing. “All this stuff makes my brain hurt. Does it really matter why they want her soul? Can’t we worry about that after we save her?”
“Agreed.” Miroku nodded. “Faster, Kirara! Inuyasha!”
“I’m not a fucking steed!” The half-demon barked, picking up pace.
The flames around Kirara’s ankles grew hotter as she moved to catch up, a loud roar escaping her lips as she let loose a determined cry. In the distance, unbeknownst to them, stood a woman. Her eyes narrowed at them for a moment, red lips tilting downwards.
Then, not making a single sound, she pulled an ogre mask over her face and turned away, disappearing with a gust of wind.
…
I wasn’t sure how long it’s been since I woke up, but I do know that too much time had been spent unconscious. I grimaced and tried to sit up, only to cry out as pain exploded abruptly within my abdomen and chest. Sharp needle-like stabs of pain pressed against my muscles and inner organs.
M-My ribcage… frick… I think part of it was broken, maybe cracked. Tears stung my eyes and I choked, barely breathing as darkness danced in my vision.
Consciousness struggled to keep hold as I attempted to move, and I found myself cursing my rotten luck as I saw the prison bars, knowing I was being held in a cell once again. I was getting seriously sick of this routine. Humans, demons- they were all the same. I always ended up getting beat up and captured in the end.
Freaking hell…
Just how was I supposed to get out of this one?
Heaving as I rolled onto my side, I choked back a sob and flinched as I pressed a hand gingerly to my bruised stomach. I debated lighting the cell bars on fire since they were wood, but that wouldn’t work. I couldn’t do that back in Kasasagi Town, so why would I be able to do that here? It was way too dangerous. Still, I can’t just… lay around and wait to die. Frick.
It hurts so much…
I just want to lay here. Sleep was so tempting.
My tired eyes flickered around the room, lids threatening to close, until I caught sight of several people staring me down from the dark shadows of the room. Blinking and tasting iron as I forced myself to sit up, a cry building up in the back of my throat, I swallowed down blood and bile and looked at the strangers. Women, children, men, elders- even infants were all huddled together. Scared and alarmed. Most notably, they were all human.
There were far too many to be regular prisoners or even hostages, so…
Oh, okay. If this was in fact an actual castle these must be the inhabitants. The panthers must have locked them up inside of here. That would explain things.
Ow, ow-! I inhaled too deeply there. My sides were absolutely throbbing with hurt. Both sides? Shūran really… didn’t hold back much.
How many were broken? Two, three? Gods… I really had the worst of luck.
“Eugh…”
It didn’t help that I was still wheezing, heart racing and lungs acting up in an attempt to get oxygen. It only made the pain worse. They needed me alive for their stupid sacrifice since they wanted the Shikigami spirits, but clearly they didn’t care too much about what shape my body was in. Did they just want to keep me from resisting?
I huffed and recoiled heavily with a flinch, glancing at the people once more. Raising a hand, I made to start crawling over there, but I barely got two feet before I had collapsed again. My body was just too worn out. Something gross and iron touched my tongue and I almost gagged, blood dripping down my chin. My chest didn’t feel right at all.
Tears stung my eyes and I whimpered, fingers clawing uselessly at the ground. I have to get out of here; I can’t just lie here and die. But it hurts…
I’m pretty sure some of the bones were pressing against my organs, maybe even piercing them. Perhaps that was why I was currently spitting blood. Shit. No- frick, gods… okay. Okay, calm down; it’s okay. This is fine. We’re fine. I’m fine. Everything is…
Everything is not fine. I’m not okay. I’m so scared. So much blood is spilling out of me.
Sango… Inuyasha…!
Help me. Help me, please.
I don’t want to die!
There are too many demons to outmaneuver and I… I… I’m so tired. I feel so weak and cold and warm, and… I’m scared. I can’t do this alone. My right arm stretched out, left hand holding one of my sides, hot tears burning my skin and slowly dripping down into faint blue flames. I can’t just end like this.
Maria…
I can’t die after I finally found her. She was alive. I have to get to her.
And yet… I found myself paralyzed, unable to move as I stared into a pair of green eyes, a calico cat tilting its head in curiosity as it watched me. He was sitting in the middle of the pentagram that had formed beneath my very body, large and encompassing, unlike any spell circle I’ve casted or have seen before.
The tom cat was completely unaffected by the fire, or rather… it almost seemed like the fire was coming from the creature itself. His gaze bore into my own, challenging me to act.
Where did he even come from? How did he get in here? Wasn’t he left at the other castle?
Suddenly I remembered Jaken’s words- of how he claimed that this cat wasn’t as ordinary as I believed. Lips curling back as I choked, heart and body in utter agony, mind in disarray, I forced myself to speak despite feeling as though there was shattered glass in my chest. “Who… Who are you?”
The creature shook his head. If I wasn’t so worn out I might have jumped at what occured next, the cat speaking yet never once opening his mouth.
“No,” He corrected, “who are you? Are you someone who will give in to death? Who will just lay there and let their soul and precious spirits be stolen?”
Of course not. I’ve been doing my best to survive all this time. I have people waiting for me, people worrying about me. I have to make sure I live; I have to make sure that they live. There was no way I was going to let anyone steal my soul and end my life. But it’s so hard…
I want to sleep. I’m so scared that I’m going to die. I don’t think I can do this anymore.
He stared at me, ears twitching.
“Are you going to give in… and forgo a better ending?” I felt so dizzy, the voice echoing in my head. A part of me wondered if I had finally gone insane. “You were never meant to be here, but time has twisted. Death came too soon. Don’t you wish to see where this path will lead, should you continue on?”
I don’t understand…
“You never do. You’re only human.”
The flames were dancing about my body, easing some of the pain and making it mildly easier to breathe. The sharp needle-like pains that were stabbing me in my chest and along the rest of my body were gradually ebbing away.
“And what… are you?” I wheezed, fingers twitching as they started to regain feeling in them. My body was so numb. “What… do you want from me?”
“What I want?” He said, as if bemused by the question. I could only cough and watch as the cat stepped forward, the people cowering in the corner in fright at the scene, fiery blue pawprints left on the ground. His cold nose pressed against my uninjured cheek. “I want you to live. Live a long, fulfilling life. Save those in need.”
I wanted to laugh at that, but instead I could only lie there as more tears fell. This creature’s request was a lot easier said than done.
“Save those… like you have saved me.”
What?
“And for that to be possible… you must rise here.” He pulled away, green eyes intense and overwhelming. It felt like I was gazing into the face of something far more powerful than any demon, yet something about it… was familiar to me. “You must use the gift that was bestowed upon your bloodline; the Shikigami power that you had inherited. You must use that power and thrive. So stand, human…”
The cat pressed his forehead to my own, the blue flame growing stronger and embracing my body with a cool breeze.
“Stand… and live.”
The flames grew brighter and colder, and as I found myself being lifted onto my feet… the fire dispersed and the mysterious talking cat was gone. My wounds were healed, though I was still completely exhausted, and as I stumbled and glanced around the room I saw just how terrified the villagers were. Not just because they were locked up by the panther demons, but because of what they had just witnessed.
They were scared of me.
And seeing this, I awkwardly raised a hand up and cringed, awkwardly grinning and scratching the back of my head with a breathy greeting. “S-So, uh… about our escape plan… a-anyone got any ideas?”
They simply stared at me.
…
By the time the group made it to the castle town it was already night and the moon was almost completely overhead.
It was eerily silent, as if no one lived here at all, the only things the gang could hear being their own breathing and the sounds of crickets chirping in the distance. As an owl called out in the darkness, Inuyasha narrowed his eyes and looked around.
“The hell is up with this place…?”
“It’s a pretty good sized town built around the castle,” Miroku commented, a suspicious tone in his voice, the monk eyeing several of the huts, “so where are all the people?”
“How come the demons are hiding out here?” Shippō asked, leaping off of Miroku’s shoulder and opening one of the house doors to peer inside. Dishes, silverware, and even food were all tipped over- as if someone had been in the midst of preparing a meal when a fight broke out. It was unnerving and left chills down the fox demon’s spine. “Why this village?”
They all split up to look into the houses, but all of them were the same. Furniture broken, dishes smashed, food half-cooked or being prepared for said cooking.
Sango’s lips drew into a thin line. “No one is here. Yet they all look as if people had been living in them until recently…”
Miroku nodded. “Yes, it is most strange. And there isn’t any sign of Maria, or Kōga and his men, either…”
Inuyasha tensed and reached out for his sword, glaring up at the rooftops as his nose caught whiff of a scent. “Yeah. But would you look at that? I can see plenty of cat demons ready for their lunch.”
Several panthers were coming out of hiding, growling and hissing at the group of adventurers. Shippō squeaked as he came out of the hut, startled and scared. They were completely surrounded.
And leading the group of demons… was Karan.
“So that was where you were hiding!” Inuyasha snapped, charging forward and unsheathing his tetsusaiga, swinging the blade with the intent of slicing her in half.
Karan merely smirked and jumped out of the way, dodging the blow and landing atop a nearby building with cat-like grace. One panther moved towards Sango and slashed at her with a sickle, the woman narrowly dodging it and aiming a kick to his face.
Shippō was making a run for it, being chased by multiple panthers, panic in his eyes. “I-Irene! Where are yoooouuu!?”
Miroku made to go assist him, starting to dash over, but was forced to a halt when a demon tried to slice at his front. He used his staff to block the next few attacks, each one pushing him back and farther away from his travelling companions. Shippō skidded to a stop when a demon appeared in front of him, sweat beading down the sides of his face, and he turned to see that the others that were chasing him had caught up.
Not knowing what else to do, Shippō hurriedly reached into his vest and pulled out a firebomb.
“T-Take this!” He cried, throwing the item at the ground.
It exploded, smoke filling the area, and he took the time given from the distraction to run away. Only the ones that weren’t caught in the blast saw him, and Shippō started screaming again, moving his little legs as fast as they would go to get away from the group of angry panther demons.
“Shippō!” Inuyasha yelled, whirling around and swinging his sword. “Wind Scaaaar!”
The poor fox demon didn’t have time to prepare himself for the blast he was almost hit with, the wind pressure from the explosion of the demonic energy tearing into the ground and his opponents, sending Shippō flying through the air.
Miroku, finally managing to get away from his own foe, looked almost exasperated as he called out, “Watch where you’re pointing that thing, Inuyasha! Irene could be in any of these houses!”
The half-demon jerked, having not thought of that possibility. But then, for some reason, the panther demons all turned tail and started running away. His eyes widened and before he knew what he was doing, Inuyasha was chasing after angrily.
“Stop! Get back here!” He jumped high into the air, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, Sango, Miroku, and Shippō all climbing atop Kirara’s back and flying after. “You won’t get away…!”
He tracked them down near the upper level of the town, feet touching ground and sword pointing aggressively at them. Karan rolled her eyes, the grin never leaving her face.
“You certainly are impatient!” They turned to see her standing on a tilted roof, a hand pressed to her hip. “How rude- like, honestly! Breaking our barrier and bursting in like that? Just who do you think you are?”
“Stop yapping and tell me where Irene’s at!” Inuyasha growled, pointing his sword at her.
Karan snorted. “Don’t worry, little mutt. She’s safe… for now.”
“Explain yourselves!”
“When the moon is directly overhead- that’s when we plan to sacrifice her to our master.” Inuyasha was this close to tearing the demon to shreds. His amber orbs were boiling gold with rage and hatred. He tightened his grip on the sword and tensed his legs, ready to leap up at her the moment she stopped paying attention. “Her soul will be the fodder for his revival; should he desire a morning feast to celebrate… then he’ll get the rest of the humans we’ve huddled up from this town. Naturally, Inuyasha, you’ll be joining them.”
“Like hell I will-!” He cut himself off, nose suddenly picking up a terrible stench, black mist pouring out of the windows of the nearby huts. “What the…? What is this!?”
“Where’s it coming from!?” Miroku exclaimed.
“Don’t worry,” Sango told Miroku and Inuyasha in response to their questions, “I think it’s just a normal smoke screen!”
Shippō shook his head and covered his mouth and nose, cringing. “Ugh, it smells awful!”
From behind Kirara shivered and transformed back into a kitten, the stench overpowering her nose. Shippō whirled his head around with a start, alarmed by his ally collapsing, before his attention focused on Inuyasha. The half-demon was covering his face with his kimono sleeve, but his senses were still too strong. It left the teen trembling, almost seeming to paralyze him, if not at the very least weakening him. Karan’s laughter echoed around them, the panther demon arrogant and proud.
“How’s that for potent?” She sneered. “Considering how keen our sense of smell is, it must be so much worse for you cursed dogs!”
Miroku glared up at the woman, tightening his grip on his staff. “What’s the point of this if not to cause us harm!? Is it merely a trap to slow down Inuyasha? To stop him?”
“Yes, it is,” Karan answered, raising her chin up with narrowed eyes as she glanced up at the moon, which was rising ever-so-slowly, “but it’s not exactly going according to plan.”
At those words several of the demons that were hiding upon the many rooftops let out their attacks, throwing spears and arrows at the group. Miroku and Sango quickly got to work, being the only members who could still move, and simultaneously broke and blocked the weapons that were shot at them. Inuyasha’s ears twitched and he turned his head to the side, catching wind of a familiar scent- a scent he despised.
Karan didn’t seem to notice the newcomer, instead pointing at them arrogantly and declaring, “Capture them all, now! Our master will be having a feast tonight!”
The demons leapt down from the rooftops, fangs peering through their lips as they grinned. They barely had any time to react as a blue light suddenly shined from the area on the right, bright and blinding, and spreading out all the way to where they were. Electricity and demonic energy mixed together and formed a huge explosion, the attack cutting deep into the earth and destroying several of the demons and buildings that were around them, narrowly missing Inuyasha and his friends.
Still- the shockwave that followed was incredibly powerful, and it took everything the group had to not be blown away by the huge gust of wind that hit them.
Karan herself barely got away with her life, right arm bloody as she leapt onto a nearby roof. She watched with narrowed eyes as a figure emerged from the smoke and dust, a man with long silver hair approaching. The anger in his golden gaze almost betrayed the cool and aloof expression he wore.
Inuyasha growled, lowering his arm from his face, teeth grinding together. “Sesshōmaru…”
The demon lord did nothing to show that he acknowledged Inuyasha and the others, merely focusing his cold stare on the female panther demon above them. “What is the meaning of this, Karan?” He demanded. “Is it me that you have business with… or these fools?”
She merely grinned at him, several of her surviving panther allies joining her upon the roof.
“The elder brother has finally arrived. Your timing couldn’t have been any better; the moon is close to reaching the highest point. Soon the ritual will begin and the sacrifice will be made. Sons of the dog leader,” Karan raised her voice, loud enough for all to hear, “we will be awaiting you at the castle! Please, try not to disappoint. My siblings and I are most certainly looking forward to seeing the expressions you will wear… as that precious priestess of yours becomes nothing more than an empty shell.”
The panther demon laughed loudly at her own words, seeing the rage on their faces. Sesshōmaru was the only one who remained expressionless, standing there calmly as Karan threw a smoke bomb and disappeared, her comrades vanishing alongside her. His grip on the tōkijin tightened and he turned to face Inuyasha when the half-demon started cursing his name.
“What in the hell are you doing here!?”
“Nothing that concerns you.” Sesshōmaru retorted calmly, voice deepening ever-so-slightly into what could almost be considered a growl. “Leave while you can. This is my war and I won’t let you get involved.”
Inuyasha stepped forward, rage and determination overpowering his fear of the demon lord. He raised his tetsusaiga towards him, pointing the blade and letting out a scoff. “I don’t need to have your permission, asshole! In case you haven’t realized it yet, Irene’s been captured by those demon cats!”
No one was prepared for what happened next. Sesshōmaru’s grip tightened on his sword handle and then he was swinging the blade through the air, tōkijin erupting with a terrifying demonic aura.
“How foolish can you be!?” The demon lord demanded, watching as the attack hit Inuyasha hard in the chest. It sent the boy sailing, causing him to crash into a nearby building. The half-demon struggled to push himself up, trapped in the rubble of the now-broken hut.
“What’re you comin’ after me for!?” Inuyasha barked, glaring at him. “Back off!”
Shippō yelped and hid behind the smaller form of Kirara, Sango and Miroku readying their weapons in case another fight broke out and they had to help out their companion. At least, they were until they saw just how angry Sesshōmaru truly was, the man’s cold gaze piercing deep into Inuyasha’s own like frozen gold. His expression was more intense than his aura, the pure fury sending a chill down everyone’s spine. Inuyasha jumped a little, startled by the look being sent his way.
“You be silent, Inuyasha!” Sesshōmaru snapped.
No one could say anything, no one could even move. Face-to-face with the sheer rage of what often felt like their most powerful foe, they were all stunned. Sesshōmaru tucked tōkijin carefully into the sash he had at his waist, voice low and harsh.
“Remember your past,” He growled, fangs daring to bare themselves at the fool, “and how you lost your heart to a mortal woman. You ended up under a spell for years, and as a consequence you have no right to be part of this war. Leave now, while I still feel generous enough to let you keep your pathetic life.”
The man turned to walk off, a small imp following from the distance and calling out to him. “W-Wait a moment, M’lord! We need the assistance! We mustn’t be too choosy with our allies at a time like-”
The imp was shown little mercy, a boot planting hard into his face and knocking him down on his back, the demon lord momentarily punishing his servant for making such a suggestion.
“-this…”
Jaken gasped painfully as Sesshōmaru stepped off of him, the man continuing on his path and leaving the others behind. The imp pulled himself up and rushed after, following his master ever-so-loyally. Shippō huddled close to Sango, wondering what on earth happened in the other castle to make Irene view this man as kind, because holy frick-
“Th-that’s guy’s so scary…”
Sango and Miroku nodded in agreement, both glancing down at the fox demon and then at each other in worry. The girl held her hiraikotsu close, staring as Inuyasha’s half-brother faded from view. “I’ve never seen him so upset.” She commented, eyebrows furrowing. “What do you think it was about?”
“I’m not sure.” Miroku replied, humming in thought, before turning to see Inuyasha pull himself out of the rubble. He used tetsusaiga to stand, shoving the blade into the dirt. “Was it something you said, Inuyasha?”
The half-demon looked a bit shaken, but not for long. He rolled his shoulders and scowled, making a face. “How the hell should I know?”
“Master Mirokuuuuu!”
The group looked up in surprise upon hearing a familiar voice, a giant yellow balloon creature flying right at them. Miroku blinked. “Hachi, it’s you! Where’ve you been?”
Before he answered the question, the raccoon dog transformed and suddenly it wasn’t just him anymore; on his back, who had been hidden from view, was Kagome. And she was falling from the sky, arms and legs outstretched, backpack and quiver attached to her shoulders, a bow in her hands.
Inuyasha’s eyes widened and he glared, leaping up in the air to catch her the second she wound up in his sight. The girl grinned at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as they fell through the air and landed back on the ground.
“Why are you here!?” He demanded.
“I’m not just gonna sit back and let you guys tackle the danger alone!” Kagome defended, frowning at him. “The panther demons already have the jewel shards, anyway. Besides,” She grinned brightly at him, giggling a little, “I knew you’d catch me.”
Inuyasha’s face flushed red for a second and he turned away, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Whatever; you know it’s way too dangerous to just jump from high places like that!”
She merely smiled at him, finding his reaction straight up adorable. Sango let out a relieved sigh, swinging the hiraikotsu over her shoulder in a more comfortable position. “Here I was thinking you ran off on us, Hachi. Instead you went to get Kagome?”
“N-No, I did run,” The raccoon dog sheepishly admitted, scratching the back of his head, “but by the time I made it back to the village I saw Miss Kagome trying to convince one of the stablemen to let her borrow a horse. And then, well, uh, we bumped into someone else…”
A tiny flea leapt off of his furry ear onto Inuyasha’s shoulder. Then Myoga was on the half-demon’s cheek, sucking some of his blood. The boy was not impressed in the slightest and raised a hand up, smacking the old demon and forcing him to let go.
Utterly squashed, but still very much living, Myoga choked. “I-I have come to lend my assistance…”
…
Walking around was utterly draining and I couldn’t really see anything from the outside; it was way too dark.
How many hours have I been inside this nasty place? Jeez. The walls were made entirely out of wood, too, so it wasn’t like I could use the Shikigami and blast my way out of this place like I did back in Kasasagi Town.
I should have known I wouldn’t have been so lucky as to end up in a cell with serpentine rock a second time… The fire from the Shikigami didn’t hurt any of my friends, but I had no idea how they’d react with complete strangers. It felt too dangerous to risk it.
I coughed and knelt down, leaning against the wall and struggling to catch my breath. That cat, whatever or whoever he was, healed my wounds with some extremely powerful Shikigami. But, as to be expected with my own healing, it did little for my energy and strength. A sickly human was sick, and every now-and-then I could almost feel the phantom pains of my old wounds. I flinched, reaching into my pockets and using my inhalers real quick.
I really wished I had my nebulizer…
“How pathetic.”
Huh? I jumped, startled at the voice, and turned to see a familiar demon staring me down. Gazing at me from behind an ogre mask, standing on the other side of the prison bars, was… Anastasia? So she really did have something to do with this.
“You...”
I could only imagine what her face looked like, yet because of her voice I found myself thinking of an evil, blank-faced, short version of Maria.
Her head tilted, the empty eyes of her mask boring into my own. “With all that power you’ve been blessed with, you’re still so weak… hmph. No matter. Soon your soul and the spirits will belong to me, and you…”
A small, dainty-looking hand reached up and rested on the wooden cell bars, pale in color. She had the tiniest of palms, with short and skinny fingers. The sight of it unnerved me for some reason and I sat up straighter, pressing my own hands against the wall and struggling to stand.
She leaned forward, mask almost pressing against the cell bars as she gazed at me. “You won’t have to suffer anymore.”
“I’m not…” Oh gods, it hurts. I did my best to keep my expression as neutral as possible, but the pain in my chest was so much. I seriously needed my nebulizer. “I’m not… suffering. If this is what’s considered s-suffering then… what is living?”
Anastasia said nothing.
I slowly stepped forward, faux bravery making its way to my face, my back straightening as I tried to act unafraid of this very real threat in front of me. I staggered over and reached out, latching onto the cell bars and glaring at the masked woman, momentarily noting that we were almost the same height.
I can’t tell if the mask gave her an extra inch or not, because I was unsure if that long blonde hair jutting out from it was part of the mask or part of her natural appearance.
“Y-You don’t… know anything about me…” I accused with a wheeze. “You have… no right to decide… if I’m suffering or not. In fact, I’d say right about now,” A lopsided grin spread across lips, thinking about how my friends were definitely coming to rescue me if I failed to escape myself, “I’m absolutely thriving. Why do… Why do you want my soul so bad, anyway?”
It wasn’t for some twisted reasoning to “save” me because of the supposed “suffering” I was enduring. Not if she worked with someone like Naraku. It had to be for some other reason.
“You don’t have much time left.” She stated calmly, voice as monotone and expressionless as ever. Anastasia reached out and I almost jolted back, her pale hands wrapping around my own. They were as cold as death. “Your sickness is going to overtake you… and the spirits will be lost until they find their new vessel. Within me… your soul will live. They will all live. Just look at yourself.”
A disturbed shiver went down my spine, the hairs on the back of my neck sticking up as her thumbs ran across my knuckles.
“Your skin is losing its beautiful color… before long, even the lovely red of your blood will stop its flow.”
I hated this. I hated this so much; she sounded too much like Maria and I hate this, please stop, I can’t-!
With a rough, painfully sharp intake of air I snapped my arms back, staggering away and tripping over myself, collapsing onto my rear with a loud thud. The people cowering in the back jumped and whimpered, watching the scene fearfully.
I knew from the events before that they were scared of me, finding what happened with the cat demonic and terrifying, and as such they refused to speak to me. But I knew that it wasn’t just me they were afraid of it; it was Anastasia as well. Having been traumatized the way they were, it wouldn’t surprise me if they believed that mask she wore to be her real face.
No…
What if she was the one who gathered them all up here? She informed the panthers about my soul, so maybe… they’ve already witnessed her powers? That wretched, evil little…! Oh, I hate her so much.
“Your eyes are losing their spark…”
Anastasia’s voice dropped to a whisper, almost seeming to long for something despite its blank tone.
“I know illness all too well, Irene, and there is no recovering from it. Accept this mercy… and surrender yourself to me.”
My heart was pounding in my ears, spots were dancing in my vision. Despite my will, my entire body was trembling. There was something greatly unnerving about this; something that I just couldn’t explain or put into words, and more than any corpse or gore that I’ve encountered… I think that was what truly chilled me.
Fear and panic reached deep into my bones, piercing my very core, and I could only cower against this threat. Whatever it was about her, whether it be her hands or her voice or that stupid face that I still haven’t been able to see…
...I found Anastasia so much scarier than Naraku.
“I-I will never give in to you,” I forced out, eyes stinging with the familiar sensation of tears, words nearly getting caught in my throat, “and I-I don’t care what you try to do; it will never work. A-And these people aren’t going to be sacrificed either. M-My friends and I will stop you.”
Her hands dropped from the cell bars and her shoulders relaxed, almost seeming to slump, before she let out a low hum. “I see. A pity then. I had hoped this conversation would bring you to your senses, yet it is clear you desire to have your soul stripped away as agonizingly as possible. Very well. I shall see you when the moon is at the highest point… Irene.”
Goosebumps ran along my arms as she turned away, the woman stepping away into the darkness with a small child of white beside her.
Kanna.
The little girl’s black eyes met mine and then… she vanished alongside Anastasia.
I fell forward, collapsing on the ground and gasping for air, coughing and wheezing, terror and relief mixing together and hitting me so hard that there was almost no recovery from it. That had been so stressful and intense; I hadn’t even realized Kanna was there! Why didn’t they just go ahead and take my soul now? Was it because it would ruin their plans with the Panther Demons?
Did… Did Anastasia plan to revive their master, then have Kanna steal my soul from him at the last second?
I don’t… understand.
Oh gods. I shivered and curled into a ball, squeezing my eyes shut and choking, hugging myself tightly. I was covered in blood head-to-toe, but I didn’t really care. Not anymore. All I wanted was for my friends to hurry, for someone to get me out of here before I could be killed. This is too much. Please.
What if their master doesn’t even end up the way they wanted him to be?
I have no idea how exactly he died, but if they’re going so far as to revive him it can’t have exactly been a pleasant experience. They had some kind of grudge against Inuyasha, which was why they were going after them and using me as bait to get the half-demon here, and apparently they despised Sesshōmaru as well.
Why? Because they were cat-like demons and the two half-brothers were of dog demon heritage? No, that didn’t make sense.
Hachi said something happened fifty years ago…
Ugh, there has to be more to this! Did Sesshōmaru kill their master or something? I’ve read plenty of stories and, regrettably, have seen more than my fair share of horror movies, so if their master really was killed then that meant his spirit would be angry with vengeance.
He might not even recognize his allies, nonetheless his enemies. He could just group them all together and start destroying everything in his path.
Frick. I-I don’t like this; I especially don’t like how Anastasia is clearly plotting against them despite seeming to have convinced them that she was working with them. I don’t want to die- and as much as I hated the panthers for hurting me like this I didn’t want them to be slaughtered by their own people either. It was clear they looked up and respected their master, since they were going through so much effort to bring him back to life, and the thought of him betraying them was just…
It was just too sad.
Maybe if I can find a way out, if… if I can talk to one of them…
Who?
Nobody listens to me. I’m the bait, the human sacrifice. Who would listen to their hostage?
Tōran…
She seemed to find me amusing, at least, s-so perhaps I can try to get through to her. Shūran was a definite “no” and Shunran creeped the frick out of me. Karan was a jerk. The beautiful blue-haired demon lady was the only one who actually let me speak. She’s the leader of their little sibling group, too, which meant it was perfect. Everyone is always going on about some kind of charismatic presence I have, so maybe I can do something!
Maybe… I can warn her.
Warn her and save my life, and the lives of all these people, in the process.
…
As the group floated over the town on Hachi’s transformed back, searching for Irene and anymore signs of the panther demons, Myoga climbed onto Inuyasha’s shoulder once more.
The flea rubbed his mustache, pulling on the little hairs and closing his eyes as he thought about what to say. Kagome had pulled off her backpack, shoulders starting to get tired from lugging it around, and it was left to rest on the raccoon dog with the rest of everyone’s supplies.
“I see…” He listened to their tales of what happened, before nodding his head. “I have the feeling that this has to do with the war your father raged many eons ago, Lord Inuyasha.”
The half-demon raised his eyebrows, right ear twitching upon hearing that. “Eons ago? Seriously?”
“Hey!” Shippō frowned. “I thought Hachi said that this war happened fifty years ago- back when Inuyasha was sealed to that tree?”
Myoga shook his head, waving his four hands at them. “No, no, no. It was looong before that! It was when Lord Inuyasha’s father was still in the Western Province! The Panther Demon Tribe attacked and tried to conquer his lands, but he stepped in to put a stop to them. The leader of these panther demons was enormous, but your father battled these demons- all the while protecting his men.”
Myoga took a deep breath and continued, sliding his hands into his kimono sleeves, speaking with the utmost seriousness as he regaled them with the truth behind the war.
“Naturally, it was Lord Inuyasha’s father who emerged victorious, and the other demons who escaped domination by the Panther Demon Tribe were extremely grateful. However, a cat’s anger runs deep and they cursed your father and his family for all eternity, as he had slaughtered their leader and forced them out of their own western territory. And so, because of this, they’ve sworn to one day get their revenge.”
Inuyasha’s mind went back to something Kagome’s old grandfather had told him, right before they had returned to the Feudal Era. Right before Irene had gotten kidnapped. “So a cat’s curse really does last for seven generations…?”
Kagome opened her mouth to refute that statement, before pausing and thinking about it. She scratched the side of her face, wondering if her grandfather’s superstition actually had a point for once. “I’m… not too sure that’s how it works. Don’t they have nine lives?”
The half-demon blinked. “Oh, yeah… I guess that’s true.”
Myoga cleared his throat and the attention went back to him, the flea speaking up again. “Like you, Lord Sesshōmaru did not participate in the war. However, I’m certain that the panther demons are coming after him in order to get their revenge; just as they are you.”
Inuyasha narrowed his eyes, staring down the flea suspiciously. “Now that I think about- what were you doing when all of this was going on?”
“Naturally I was watching over your father’s home while he was away!” The old demon exclaimed, jumping up-and-down indignantly upon hearing the rude tone of the half-demon’s voice. Inuyasha scoffed at that, not believing him at all. Miroku suddenly stood, keeping a firm grip on his staff in case battle should ensue anytime.
“You know,” Miroku began, eyebrows furrowed, “it’s strange that Sesshōmaru was so adamant about wanting Inuyasha to leave. Wasn’t it?”
The silver-haired teen scowled at those words and turned his head, crossing his arms over his chest. “He just doesn’t want to admit to himself that a half-demon like me can share his bloodline. Honestly- I don’t get what Irene sees in him. He’s a bastard through-and-through.”
“Scary, too…” Shippō added nervously, recalling the way he had glared at Inuyasha earlier. There really wasn’t anything nice about that person. Sango said nothing, merely sitting with Kirara in her lap, trapped deep in thought as her eyes gazed off in the distance. Their words echoed in her mind, leaving her conflicted and confused. Shippō continued, “I thought he was gonna kill you for a second there.”
“As if he could!” Inuyasha retorted.
Myoga sighed. “Still, I think it would be quite noble of you two brothers to join forces. Defeating your father’s enemy together; should he have been able to be here now, your father would be brimming with pride.”
Inuyasha glared down at the flea upon hearing that. “I’m not gonna have anything to do with Sesshōmaru or my old man! I came here to take back the jewel shards that were stolen from Kagome, and to save Irene! Nothing more, nothing less. I ain’t gonna bother tryin’ to please someone who’s long dead!”
The disappointment on the flea’s face was expected, as was the way he sighed and tied his furoshiki around his little shoulders. “Of course. I’ll see you soon, Lord Inuyasha. Farewell for now!”
Myoga leapt off of the half-demon’s shoulder, disappearing somewhere below on the ground, far from sight and far from any possible danger.
Shippō followed the flea to the edge of Hachi’s back, scowling. “He’s getting away!”
“Welp,” Miroku stated, closing his eyes and tilting his head to the side exasperatedly, “that means trouble. Sango, Kagome, you ready?”
“Yes…” The brunette demon slayer stood, breaking her silence and readying her hiraikotsu. She narrowed her eyes in determination, swinging her hiraikotsu over her shoulder. “Let’s do this.”
Kagome gave a hesitant nod, grabbing her bow and preparing to notch an arrow.
The group had been expecting several panther demons to jump out and attack them; what actually happened was that several large-sized fireballs shot out and hit Hachi, the transformed raccoon dog screaming in pain about the heat. In reaction to getting burned, Hachi ended up poofing back into his normal form, everyone being sent flying off of his back.
Inuyasha was the only one who had good enough reflexes at that moment to regain his bearings, landing temporarily on a roof before shooting out to catch Kagome.
“I-Inuyashaaa~!”
“Kagome!”
He reached out to grab her, fingers barely brushing hers, when suddenly a ball of fire blasted him hard in the side and sent him tumbling below to where the flames came from. Standing across from him, hand on her hip, was Karan, and she was surrounded by several lesser panther demons.
“What’s the matter?” She goaded. “Aren’t you going to ask your big brother for help?”
Inuyasha scowled at her, slowly pushing himself onto his feet as he tried not to think too hard about the danger his friends were all in. The danger that Kagome was in. “Not likely.”
…
“Damn it,” Koga muttered, blue eyes flashing as he looked around the forest they were in, “no trace of Irene anywhere.”
Maria tightened her grip on her sword handle upon hearing this, knuckles turning white from how hard she was holding it. She remembered all too vividly the way her sister was left limp in that large panther demon’s hold and how much trouble she had speaking due to the pain she was in. There was no way Maria was going to let those demons get away this. She has to save Irene.
No matter what.
They’ve been separated for far too long and… to think that she was alive after all this time…
It would be just like this cruel world if Irene was suddenly taken from her- for real, this time. She could still remember learning about her from Kōga like it was only yesterday, when in fact several weeks have already passed.
“Hey, Maria!”
The woman paused and turned, having been tending to her wounded arm. Due to her injury and momentary inability to properly fight, she was left behind with Shinku and Hige while Kōga went on ahead with Ginta and Hakkaku to what they could only assume to be Naraku’s castle.
When he returned, she was startled and more than a little miffed to see that he was covered in what appeared to be modern-day bandages.
“How’re you doin’?”
“Fine. Healing.” She showed her arm and stood, frowning and facing him, ignoring the protests of the wolf demons that were beside her. It irked her how they still treated her like glass sometimes. “What happened?”
“Hm? Oh, this?” He craned his neck, popping it, before flexing his wrists and cracking his knuckles. “Just a few scratches; nothin’ to it. Met up with Inutrasha’s group and-”
His eyes widened and Kōga cursed, glaring behind him at the direction he came.
“That wretched little mutt-! He distracted me! Damn.”
Maria’s eyebrows furrowed together and she tilted her head, confused. He was talking about the person their precious “Kagome” traveled with, wasn’t he? What did he do that distracted him?
Wait, did that mean he didn’t find out any info about her sister’s whereabouts? Maria’s expression darkened, eyes glossing over as she thought about the horrors that might have taken Irene away.
Suddenly, in the midst of his ranting, Kōga paused. He blinked, turning towards Maria and stepping forward, his nose twitching as he sniffed her. She leaned back as he moved closer, the two now face-to-face.
The boy demon leaned down, smelling her. “Your scent… nah, it can’t be. Can it?”
“What?”
Kōga’s blue eyes opened, expression quite serious as he stared at her. “Your sister. What’s her name? Appearance? What’s she like?”
She told him about Irene and his response was more than surprising. He informed her of how he met a girl in the group he met that had a scent all too similar to Maria’s; a girl with dark hair and brown eyes.
Even one of the wolves that travelled with him seemed to find that person eerily similar and acknowledged the familiarites between the two. The Irene that Kōga met even mentioned that she was looking for her own sister.
One whom she had gotten separated from upon arrival in Japan.
Yet something wasn’t right about the story. Kōga, Hakkaku, and Ginta all claimed that this Irene had healed him. That she used some sort of magic power to do it.
They said that she jumped out willingly into danger, despite her sickness, to take on the enemy they were fighting in an attempt to give Kōga a chance to recover.
It… didn’t sound like her little sister at all.
And then… they actually found her. Maria almost couldn’t accept that it was actually Irene at first. It’s been a little over two months since arriving here. To finally find her, yet to see her in such a terrible position…
Gods, she hated it.
Maria had only slain a few demons, most of her kills mainly being game from hunting, but if it meant getting her family back she would stop at nothing. She would slay those panther demons one-by-one if she had to. Her attention snapped up to the wolf demon chief when he clicked his tongue, the demon sweeping over the area one more time before he planted a hand on his hip, tail swishing back-and-forth irritably.
“Where could those rotten cats have taken her, anyway?”
Hakkaku and Ginta looked at each other, seeming to reach a common decision, before nodding and turning to their boss. Hakkaku cleared his throat, coughing into his fist to catch Kōga’s eyes. “S-Say, uh, isn’t this the panthers’ hideout?”
“Yeah, what of it?” Kōga snapped, taking a few steps forward and sniffing the area. There has to be a scent somewhere for him to catch; she was here in this mountain, wasn’t she? Stupid cats. “Speak up.”
“D… Do you really think that we should tackle them on our own?”
Kōga paused. Maria lifted her head up and watched as irritation flashed across the wolf demon chief’s face, the boy turning his head and almost glaring at his subordinate. “Just what are you suggesting?”
Ginta hurriedly raised a hand, attempting to placate the teenage demon before any violence could occur. “W-We just think it would be easier to team up with Inuyasha and the others, that’s all! They are Irene’s friends and have been travelling together for a while now. She’s a pretty sickly human, so I doubt it’s the first time she’s been targeted by demons! They must be used to her disappearing like this.”
“I think so, too!” Hakkaku nodded, beads of sweat forming nervously on the sides of his temple. “They’re probably experts in tracking her down by now! All we’ve been doing is walking in circles, I think.”
Kōga’s blue eyes were furious. He whirled around, storming up to them and placing his hands on his hips. “You don’t actually expect me to ask that mutt for help, do you!? I can track Irene down perfectly fine on my own! I’m not as helpless as you two think I am!”
“W-We’re only thinking of Irene, boss! We swear! It’s all for her!”
Maria closed her eyes, translating everything that was being said, and proceeded to open her eyes with a hardened expression. She did not want to think about her little sister being periodically kidnapped and/or thrown in danger.
“Kōga.” She spoke calmly, clearly, ignoring the rage boiling inside of her as she thought about the torture her sister must be going through. Kōga’s eyes flickered to her as he saw her hands curl into fists, long red nails digging into her pale palms. “We have to save her.”
They stared at each other for a long minute. Kōga turned away, scowling deeply. “...I know. That’s what I planned to do. I promised you, didn’t I? We’re going to find her and save her. But that doesn’t mean we need that mutt to do it.”
Suddenly a voice spoke up, startling Hakkaku and Ginta and causing them to shriek and cling onto each other, a large, bulky, humanoid wolf demon stepping up. “You must be Kōga of the Wolf Demon Tribe!”
Kōga flexed his wrist at the sound, readying his claws in case he needed to battle, and he watched as the stranger neared. Realization dawned on his face as the stranger stepped into the light of the moon and Kōga lowered his arm.
“You’re Rōyakan…”
Maria’s eyebrow furrowed and she looked at him for an explanation. “You know him?”
Hakkaku and Ginta looked at Maria, eyes wide. Ginta moved over, timidly putting a distance between her and the giant wolf creature. “H-He’s the demon keeper of the forest!”
“Th-The demon from hell who gobbles up anyone that gets lost!” Hakkaku finished, walking over to the other side, both men acting as though they were going to try protecting her if Rōyakan decided he wanted to attack. Maria’s eyebrow twitched, appreciating the gesture yet growing annoyed that they still apparently found her so weak that they felt she needed them to guard her. “W-We won’t let you eat us!”
Maria’s grasped the handle of her sword, ready to unsheathe it at a moment’s notice. Her hazel eyes bore into Rōyakan’s blue, who eyed her curiously before refocusing on Kōga.
“What are you doing around here,” Kōga began, annoyed that his search was halted, “and what do you want? I’m busy.”
“That’s what I’d like to ask you!” Rōyakan claimed, blue eyes big and full of what seemed like childish wonder. “You’re not accompanying Lord Sesshōmaru, are you?”
Kōga blinked. “Sesshōmaru? Who the hell’s that; he some kinda big-shot demon?”
Rōyakan almost scoffed, astounded and in disbelief, a small gasp escaping his lips upon hearing those words. “You don’t know?”
“Nope.”
…
Only a couple of minutes had passed before Sesshōmaru found himself surrounded by several lower class panther demons, all but mere pests in his path. He honored them with not so much as a glance, cold amber eyes staring at the foe before him. When he spoke, his words were harsh.
“You wished for another war and so I came.” He said, lips tilting down ever-so-slightly. “Now, enough with this foolish play; show me to your so-called master. Or is this just a ploy for you to waste my time?”
Footsteps treading lightly on the ground, Tōran grinned up at him cooly. “All in good time, old friend. You’ll meet him once the preparations are complete. We have to ensure you have a perfect viewing of his revival, don’t we? Now, in the meantime…”
She purred, taking another step forward, a hint of mischief in her gaze.
“...won’t you stay here with me?”
Jaken rolled his eyes at her audacity and held his staff out in front of him, glaring her down. “Let me take care of this wench, Lord Sesshōmaru! Speaking to you in such a way… it’s unforgivable!” He held the large object above himself, shouting, “Feel the power of the Staff of Two Heads! Hraaaah!”
The old male shrunken head’s mouth opened and flames spit forth, shooting directly towards Tōran whose face lost any bit of playfulness it held previously. She raised her right hand and a gust of cold wind blew by, swirling out of her palm in an icy breeze, the blizzard crashing headstrong into the flames from Jaken’s weapon.
The imp dug his heels into the ground, pushing forward with all the strength his little arms would allow.
“B-Be strong, staff!” He urged, slowly feeling himself getting pushed back. Unfortunately, he was no match for Tōran’s winter magic and was sent sailing backwards in the air, flames dispersing as he hit the ground with a painful thud. “Urgh… waaaa-!?”
Jaken looked up just in time to see shards of ice heading straight for him, determined to either impale him or slice him up. Having already died once at the hands of the man who forged tōkijin, Jaken was not keen on dying again. His beady eyes opened wide and the imp screamed, fully bracing for death, when his lord Sesshōmaru stepped forward and unsheathed the sword he had just been thinking about- the male demon using tōkijin and stopping the shards in their tracks.
A single sweep of the blade and they were either destroyed, shattered, and/or had their trajectory stopped, the shards falling onto the ground. Tōran chuckled darkly upon seeing this, the grin returning once more to her lips as she willed a spear of ice to form in her right hand.
“I am indeed impressed… your weapon is formidable-!” She shouted and lunged, leaping up into the air and swinging towards the man.
…
The fight between Karan and Inuyasha had barely begun, and the village was already on fire.
Flames shot out at all angles, licking at their feet and dancing around their bodies, and the two jumped from building-to-building in an attempt to catch up with another. Karan cried out when a fist managed to make contact with her left cheek, her body erupting into hot red flame. Inuyasha cursed and jumped back, swinging an arm out and avoiding stepping on any smoldering debris.
“Damn you…!” Karan hissed.
Inuyasha quickly followed her when she tried to get away. “Get back here!”
From the other side of the village, the rest of his group had recovered from their fall thanks to Hachi and Kirara barely managing to catch them. They could see the flames and made their way over in that general direction, knowing full well that their ally was most likely fighting one of the panther demon siblings. “Inuyasha!” Sango shouted, trying to catch sight of him through all the smoke and flame. “Where are youuuu!?”
“Inuyasha!” Miroku yelled.
Taking a deep breath, Shippō called out, “Say somethiiing!”
Squinting her eyes, Kagome could almost make out a shape on the ground. It looked like the person was raising their hand up towards them, almost as if to wave at them, and her brown eyes widened.
“He’s down there!” Kagome said, pointing at him. It was hard to distinguish an appearance through all this smoke, but it only made sense for it to be their friend, right? It had to be Inuyasha. “Inuyasha! Hold on!”
“Kirara!” Sango exclaimed, and in response the cat demon roared and started to lower her and Kagome towards the ground where the half-demon was standing, Hachi following suit with Miroku and Shippō.
Except, as they got closer and could make out more details… something wasn’t quite right. The physique was much larger and more round, and a bright light was flickering in his extended hand.
Sango’s brown eyes widened as she recognized the demon. “Look out-!”
Shūran let loose a bolt of electricity, the thunder hitting them dead-on before Kirara and Hachi could attempt to fly out of the way, and the group screamed in agony as they all were electrocuted, all six of them falling out of the sky towards the fiery ground. The three mortals landed fairly close together, Miroku having lunged to try and shield the women instinctively, while the remaining demons were nowhere to be seen.
Shūran approached the defeated humans, a wicked grin forming on his round face.
…
Tōran beamed at Sesshōmaru as their spear and sword clashed, demonic energy and ice crackling against each other.
“Ahh, the memories,” She mused, humming to herself, “it’s exactly like how we fought last time. Back then it was a draw, but this time you won’t be so lucky!”
Sesshōmaru’s expression hardly changed as he stared down at her, forcing more energy into the sword and pushing her back. “I would hardly call that a draw,” He stated coldly, “you simply retreated in defeat.”
“Now, now,” Tōran laughed, “you’re hardly one to talk! What with all the men you lost, that is.”
That was it. Sesshōmaru shoved the blade forward and swung, breaking through her defense and forcing her to move back out of the way to dodge the energy that would surely have greatly wounded her. As she drifted back to the ground, gaze momentarily watching as the blast destroyed an entire building, Tōran focused her attention back on her opponent.
“But that doesn’t matter now, Sesshōmaru.” She told him, raising her voice, blue gaze hardening. “Because in just a few minutes,” Her feet touched ground, lips twisting upwards in a smirk, “we’ll have our master.”
Several of the lower class panther demons jumped down towards Sesshōmaru, intent on attacking him, but none of them could land a single blow. A swing of the tōkijin and they were all dissipating into nothing, their remains blasting everywhere until nothing could differentiate them from each other.
A large ball of light surrounded Sesshōmaru, expanding, destroying, tearing into the earth below and forming a crater, and exploding anything that got too close. Tōran had the sense to avoid the blast, though her underlings did not, and when the light dimmed down the demon lord had found that she had once again retreated. The area around them was completely decimated.
And his servant…
“Jaken?” Sesshōmaru turned around, noticing that he had disappeared as well. The wind pressure must have blasted him away, the imp so light that even a small breeze could knock him over. How irritating. “Hn.”
The man was about to walk off, in search for the castle once more where the master was surely to be revived, when suddenly the tenseiga began to shake. Sesshōmaru stopped abruptly, reaching a hand up and resting it on the sword handle, staring down almost curiously as the tenseiga grew restless.
How odd.
What was his father’s fang trying to tell him?
…
The wolf demons and Maria were listening closely to Rōyakan’s story, although the woman was this close to hitting him if he didn’t hurry it up.
Her sister was in danger and they were just walking around chit-chatting. But, from what she could understand, the person Rōyakan was talking about had been the son of a mighty dog demon general; after his father won the war and passed away, the panther demons came back to reclaim the territory that was taken from them, as well as take the territory they had aimed for last time.
Rōyakan and his men had apparently offered their assistance, indebted to his bloodline after Sesshōmaru’s father had saved them in the last war. Yet…
“In the end,” Rōyakan sighed, lowering his head in shame, “my men and I failed Lord Sesshōmaru. We said we’d defend the front lines and… he was battling in fine form at the time. But those four panther demon siblings were a force like no other, and I had to have my men pull back and regroup with Lord Sesshōmaru.”
Maria scrunched her nose up, thinking about the story, trying to figure out what on earth it had to do with Irene being captured.
Did she have some sort of connection to this demon and they were using her as bait to lure him in, or did it have something to do with those magic powers Kōga had told her about? The… Shikigami, was it?
She worried at her bottom lip, eyebrows furrowing close together.
“I guess they lost.” Ginta whispered to Hakkaku, the mohawk-haired man crossing his arms and nodding his head.
“Yeah. Sounds like they just plain ran away to me.”
Rōyakan, who had been fiddling with his fingers sadly, had his big eyes well up with tears. In his frustration he cried out, loud voice causing all but Kōga to jump, “I fought as hard as I could! Those cats were nothing but cowards!”
“That’s enough.” Kōga said, pacing back-and-forth with his hands on his hips. “Who cares about what happened in the past? What matters is; just how fucking deep is this damn forest?”
It’s been several minutes since they’ve met Rōyakan, practically three hours total since they’ve been in this forest, and they still weren’t making any headway on their rescue mission. Irene’s been gone for half a day already.
“If I didn’t know any better,” Ginta said, “I’d say we were going in circles like Hakkaku said.”
“Feels that way.” Maria muttered.
She could have sworn they’ve passed by that same line of trees ten minutes ago. Saun barked and pressed against her leg, the wolf relaxing only when she scratched behind his ears. Rōyakan stood up straight upon hearing their comments and flexed his arms.
“Alright!” He opened his large mouth and out jumped even more wolves, all dark in color and bearing three eyes; much different compared to Kōga’s own wolf pack. Rōyakan’s wolves all spread throughout the forest, searching the area. “They’ll sniff out the exit! We’ll… huh?”
Rōyakan cut himself off, watching in confusion as his wolves all barked and howled, seemingly lost as to where they were at. Kōga, obtaining an inkling as to what was going on now, tensed his legs and squatted down, preparing to jump.
“I’ll take over now, thanks! Hyah!” He leapt up, moving from tree branch-to-tree branch, climbing as high as he could go before he was met with resistance.
He grunted, feeling some kind of pressure trying to force him back, and using the added strength of the jewel shards he sliced through the wind with his legs. The momentum of that kick allowed him to reach high above the foliage, the wolf demon chief reaching high into the sky and giving him a bird’s eye view of the area. Looking down, he could see a small clearing where…
Damn it! He knew it!
Several lower class panther demons were looking up at him from the ground, one of those creepy humanoid girl panther siblings smiling wickedly at Kōga. Heading back down, he started to run through the forest with renewed determination.
“She’s the one who put up this demonic aura!” He pushed through the bushes and trees, and charged headfirst into the area where the girl was waiting, throwing a punch at her without hesitation.
Shunran giggled as she dodged his attack, the male teen leaving a small crater in the ground from his fist. “I see you have a couple of jewel shards!” The girl said, swinging her arms through the air and causing several cherry blossom petals to fall about. “I’ll be taking them now!”
Rōyakan and the others finally caught up and were instantly greeted by the sweet scent of flowers and a harsh gust of wind. Kōga, feeling a slight dizziness wash over him, placed a hand over his mouth and called out, “Don’t breathe in this scent!”
Maria stumbled back and leaned against Saun, the woman struggling to hold her breath due to her own lung problems. They weren’t nearly as bad as her sister’s, but they were certainly trying to catch up to that level of troublesome. It was why she rode on Saun’s back when they had to run; her asthma would cause her body to give out quickly.
Hakkaku fell to a knee and wheezed, Ginta moving over and using his arm to cover his friend’s face while he held his breath with his free hand.
Kōga growled and leapt into the whirlwind of flower petals, swiping at the panther demon and becoming alarmed when his claws went through cherry blossoms.
“She’s a sorceress!” Rōyakan exclaimed, watching as the flowers disappeared with the scent.
“Is she… the one…?” Maria bit out, wheezing a little as she tried to regain oxygen. “The one who… did the trap laying?”
“I think so.” Hakkaku frowned. “It seems like she laid a spell of some sort of the forest to keep us from leaving.”
Kōga landed on the ground, grinding his teeth together angrily. “Damn it…! The only thing I can smell now is flowers!”
…
What a mess.
I remember searching the room corner-to-corner, even going so far as to slice up my fingers on some rotten old floorboards in an attempt to find something to break out of this cell, and accidentally ended up startling some of the other hostages in the process. I breathily apologized, dazed and scared and very much afraid of our impending doom myself, but I kept going.
Before long my hands were completely scratched up and splintered, but I had found a couple nails.
I wasn’t quite sure what I was going to do with said nails, but it was a start. Can nails pick locks? Frick, I don’t know. I never even picked a lock before. I wheezed and stumbled over to the door, struggling to jam the stupid thing in, and hissed when it failed and only sliced at my fingers more.
The stupid thing was a flat-lock! Did they really have that kind of stuff in this time period? C-Can I… melt the lock?
I might light the door on fire…
But I can get everyone outside before they get caught in the blaze if I do! It’ll be fine. Ow-! Okay, no, bad idea.
I brought one of my more profusely bleeding fingers up to my mouth and stumbled back, hitting the wall and sliding down with darkening vision, head feeling like it was splitting from how bad my skull and heart were pounding.
This was really bad. I’ve been in here for several hours and was not making any progress at all. If anything, I was only wearing my body out more.
Whatever it was that happened with Anastasia back there; it really left me shaken. Something about her just bothered me so much. Her hands were so freaking cold; it was just like when I had touched Otoki after she had been possessed by that cursed spell. Like Anastasia herself was some kind of walking corpse, her skin as pale as death.
I choked, leaning my head back as my closed eyes stung with tears.
What do I do?
I want to help, to be useful, to fight back and protect everyone… but despite my strong words back then I knew I wouldn’t actually be able to. Due to my illness I was limited in my power, even with the assistance of the Shikigami, and a part of me knew Anastasia was right. I was running out of time in this world.
Even now, just sitting seemed to take so much out of me. Breathing itself felt like a chore.
The world was weighing down on me, crushing me with its force, and I was starting to break. My body can’t keep up with what I needed it to do. I was dying. And, as I sat there for several long minutes, struggling to recover, I recalled everything that led up to this.
It really was all my fault.
And, worst of all, I might not even survive long enough to apologize.
My friends were probably going through so much trouble right now to get me back- it felt rather selfish and narcissistic to think that, to believe wholeheartedly that they would rescue me, especially if it put them in harm's way, and I hated that, but I knew it to be true. They were just those kinds of people. And… I was scared their efforts would all be vain.
Even if it’s not them who rescue me, if it’s Sesshōmaru…
I think, while I’d be incredibly relieved and happy to see him, I’d still feel bad for having to put him in such a position anyway. He probably wouldn’t even be intending to save me and, like last time, would just end up doing so because it was on his path to doing something else. Inuyasha and the others, on the other hand, would save me because…
Because we’re a team.
And… it makes me angry and upset to think that after everything we’ve gone through together, after spending so much time and learning to care for one another, that I might die on them. I hated myself for somehow tricking them into liking me. If I died here they would be heartbroken… right?
I know Sango and Shippō would be, at least. And Maria- if she was actually here. She would hold a grudge against me forever.
I can’t believe I’m actually thinking about this…
My head tilted to the side and a small breath escaped my lips. I was so tired. Having such wonderful friends; I really didn’t deserve them.
They spent so much time encouraging me, worrying about me, saving me, and I really felt like I haven’t done anything for them. Inuyasha can say some things sometimes that really sting, only adding to that feeling of uselessness, like when he had gotten angry the other day and told me to go away, and in my heart I know he didn’t actually mean them, but… it hurts.
And Miroku tries so hard to get me to believe in myself, to convince me that I was helpful. Despite his perverted tendencies, he… he’s a good person. He’s a good friend. I don’t want anyone to get hurt saving me- not if I’m just going to die in the end anyway. I’d rather them not risk their lives on a pointless mission.
I’m not worth it.
The cell door slamming open, as well as several loud thumps on the ground, had my eyes snap open.
I blinked and sluggishly turned, staring in shock at the sight before me. Multiple people had been, very suddenly and very rudely, tossed onto the ground before me. Accompanying the three bodies were weapons; as if the demons thought that the humans wouldn’t be able to do them any harm.
A quiver full of arrows was scattered along the ground, a buddhist staff resting atop an abandoned longbow. Closer to the door near the wall was a familiar hiraikotsu- large and covered in small scorch marks.
No…
Sango was collapsed beneath Kagome, dressed in full battle armor, the middle schooler herself still wearing her daily uniform. Miroku, however, was completely passed out on his front, a couple of arrows resting on him; and their bodies were all covered in blood and dirt, several burns etched along their skin in strange patterns.
Shūran stood over them, dark gaze and large physique menacing.
Wh… Why is…? Why is Kagome here? Wasn’t she home? I pushed her through the well…
She disappeared in the well! She was supposed to stay there; I told her to stay safe! Did she want to die!?
Without realizing what I was doing I had already crawled my way over, scrambling to their sides and struggling to shove the weapons off the monk’s battered body. Searching for vital signs, I was more than a little relieved to see that they were still breathing.
“F-Frick, frick, come on; no, d-don’t… don’t do this…!” Almost immediately upon touching them did my hands start to flicker with a blue fire, the cool flames doing nothing for my injured fingers as they focused solely on healing my comrades. “G-Guys, please, no…”
The sob was building up faster than I could control it; it was seriously all my fault. Like an idiot I let myself get captured and, like the stupidly kind and caring people they were, everyone tried to rescue me.
Even Kagome- who I was sure I had angered by forcing her to travel back to her own time. Damn it!
I hunched over their forms, droplets dripping from my cheeks as I silently cried, strangling the sounds as best as I could as the koi fish appeared. I cradled Sango close, face buried in her shoulder as I searched desperately for some kind of warmth. Some kind of life. Her heart beating just wasn’t enough for me.
Her eyes were shut and her skin was cold, and the girl was completely unresponsive. I hiccuped and sniffled, blinking away the painful tears, trying to focus my blurry and spotty vision on the other two.
Kagome looked the most fine out of the lot of them, which I can only assume was because either Miroku or Sango shielded her during whatever battle they had with Shūran. It was Shūran who hurt them, right? He didn’t seem to care what kind of shape the sacrifices seemed to be in so long as they were still alive in time for the main event. I hate him…
I hate him!
Miroku… I think it was actually him who took the brunt of the blow. His back was completely charred; it was taking a lot out of me and the koi fish to heal those burns. His kimono was shredded in various places because of his wounds.
That stupid, idiot, pervert of a monk…
“Wh-Why…?” I whimpered, glancing up at Shūran with despairing eyes. His expression was void of all emotion; the man staring at me intently as if he had discarded all his feelings for this moment. “I… It was only me… right? Wh-Why them? Why hurt them!?”
“Once your soul is used to revive our master, your friends and these other mortals will be sacrificed to him in celebration, adding to his strength.” The demon told me, face hardening as his eyes lit with determination, the man’s faith in his clan’s goal unfaltering. “He will become unstoppable. Soon, my master… will be back. Your spirits will revive him and the Panther Demon Tribe will reign over all the lands in the west.”
“We never…!” My voice cracked, shoulders shaking as I struggled for oxygen to get into my weak lungs. “W-We never… did anything to you. I-It won’t… It won’t even work! Your master, he… he w-won’t be… the same! He’ll hurt you. He’ll…”
Gods, my head. The world is starting to spin. Shūran glared down at me from his spot at the cell door.
“Your power is great,” He said to me, the koi fish disappearing back into their summoning circles as the rest of the wounds on my friends healed and faded away, leaving them only exhausted from their journey, “and that is why we need it. The soul of a human bound to spirits; spirits who can heal and damage, who can cure the abnormal toxins in one’s body… who can trade their summoner’s soul for another’s…”
The demon stepped forward, eyes becoming only more intense as he neared, towering form even more intimidating as he hovered over me.
“You’re the only priestess within miles of here with those sorts of powers. And that power…”
Shūran knelt down on one knee, reaching out and wrapping his large fingers around my small throat, digging them into my neck and leaving me to gasp, pain flooding fresh throughout my throat as what little oxygen I had left was taken from me.
“It’s wasted on the likes of you.”
Not a sound was able to escape as he stood, lifting my form off the ground and leaving my feet to dangle in the air. Next thing I knew my back was being slammed hard against the wooden wall, the fearful villagers crying out and huddling together, scared that they could be next. If my head hit the wall any harder I might have blacked out, but fortunately my pain tolerance had increased tenfold since I’ve arrived in the Feudal Era.
On the other hand, that just meant my body has been through so much stress and abuse that it had no choice but to adapt. In fact, I was starting to think that it might be the reason why I was growing weaker every day and why I was sleeping more often. It can’t handle it. It hurts so much and using the Shikigami takes just as much out of it that it was falling apart.
As if to prove my theory the sharp, needle-like stabs of pain that blossomed in my body barely bothered me, bones creaking and begging for rest. And while the migraine was excruciating it wasn’t really much compared to this new sensation of having my neck being strangled by a demon’s bare hands.
Shūran looked so angry at me. My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my skull, fingers clawing weakly at his wrist as I tried to get him to let go. He was seriously going to kill me at this rate and if that happened then he wouldn’t get his master or complete whatever possible revenge plot his siblings were planning. This person was an idiot!
Without warning Shūran released me, leaving me to crumple on the ground, spitting and gasping and clawing at my bruised throat. Somehow getting shot at hurt less than this and the fact that I thought that only made me more disturbed.
Shūran seriously… only acted on his emotions…!
I continued to cough, feeling as though there were glass shards in my throat. My body wasn’t moving the way I wanted it to, either, and anything I tried to say came out garbled and sluggish.
Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion...
Shūran hoisted me up in his arms, my limbs dangling limp from my body as I watched the blurry room start to vanish from view. I thought I could see someone moving, but my vision was all over the place that I wasn’t actually sure. I might have been hallucinating. My lungs and head hurt so much…
I can’t even feel my fingers anymore, nonetheless my legs.
Is this what death felt like? I don’t think I like it.
Sango…
I’m sorry. You’ll tell Maria how much I love her, right? I might not be able to be saved, but I’m sure you guys will figure out a way to break yourselves out of this situation. You always do. You’re incredible. Brilliant and strong, and kind and passionate; you all work together so well. You have your weapons, so I’m sure that once Inuyasha catches up… you guys can fight your way to freedom.
Forget about me. I’m not really someone that’s deserving to be worried about, anyway.
All I ever do is cause trouble.
And yet…
“Irene!” Kagome’s voice called out to me as the cell door shut, and the tears welled up fresh. The girl must have woken up from the commotion now that she was healed. “Wh-What did you do to her!? Irene!”
...I don’t want to go.
Seeing her horrified expression made something clench tight in my chest, the look on her face unlike anything I had ever seen before. Even Miroku, who was finally stirring from his slumber and was starting to grasp an understanding of the situation, shared that same look.
It was unlike the fear the other hostages felt, not caused by the demons around us or by the idea that they themselves could die. No, that terrible expression was formed by the possibility in their minds that I was going to be killed.
That they, and the rest of the group, failed to protect me.
More than the physical pain I felt now, the sheer despair in their eyes… hurt more than anything else. And it made me realize just how lucky, how truly lucky I was to have such wonderful friends.
Coming to this realization, vision fading to black as Shūran snapped at the two mortals to stop shouting, I used the last of my strength to lift the trembling corners of my mouth upwards. Though I could no longer see them, I sent Kagome and Miroku the brightest smile I could muster, praying that, despite all the blood and dirt that covered my face, it would somehow make them feel better.
That it would tell them that there was no need to worry about me anymore.
That I was going to be fine.
Even if it was a total lie.
Chapter 22: Their Targets: Sesshōmaru and Inuyasha
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Jaken was lost.
He remembered being with his lord, Sesshōmaru, but sometime during the battle a large explosion occurred and he had ended up getting blasted away from the sheer force of it, rather than obliterated like the rest. In times like these, he was grateful he weighed so little. But… he couldn’t find his master anywhere.
“Where are youuuu!? M-M’lord!?”
Jaken looked around nervously and jumped when he saw creatures from the shadows appear, several lower class panther demons surrounding him. He backed up, tightening his grip on his staff as fear coursed through him, sweat beading down his scaly skin.
“S-Stay away- gah!” His back bumped into something, and when he turned he saw there were even more panthers behind him. “T-Too many cats…!”
The imp demon screeched and made a run for it, darting between a pair of legs and scrambling for survival. He came to a halt and whirled around a few seconds after, Jaken slamming the end of his staff down to the ground and willing it to spit fire at the demons, but they all managed to avoid his attack. He looked up at the sky, beady yellow eyes big as he saw the panthers falling down towards him.
Not knowing what else to do, Jaken squeezed his eyes shut and cried out, praying that his master could hear him. “Lord Sesshōmaruuuu!”
A flash of silver bolted by and Jaken gasped, looking up with tears blurring his vision, and watched in shock as someone who was not his lord appeared and sliced at the panthers with their claws. Inuyasha knocked the demons back and landed in front of Jaken, his golden gaze glaring daggers at his opponents. The imp was shaking, palms so sweaty they could barely keep a good hold on the Staff of Two Heads.
The panther demons, seeing the way Inuyasha bared his fangs and growled animalistically at them, turned tail and fled as they knew they could not win that fight. Jaken himself swallowed down the lump that had formed in his throat and made a dash for it, running the opposite direction, but he didn’t get very far before Inuyasha made chase and picked him up off the ground, dangling him by his kimono.
“Hey,” Inuyasha greeted, “have you seen my friends around here?”
“N-No,” Jaken stammered, mildly afraid, “but do you happen to know where Lord Sesshōmaru might be?”
“How would I know?” The half-demon asked, scowling. It was only a couple days ago he had been arguing with Irene about his stupid brother, and here they were. It was like the world was trying to put Inuyasha in a bad mood. “Besides, what the heck is that bastard doing here, anyway? This has nothing to do with him.”
Jaken grew enraged upon hearing those words. “How dare you say such a thing! Are you trying to defile your great father’s memory!?”
Inuyasha scoffed, holding the imp up higher off the ground so they were face-to-face. “Now you’ve totally lost me.”
“Your father waged war against the Panther Demon Tribe many years ago!” Jaken began, already winding himself up for a long story lesson about his lord’s father and the great war that followed, when the half-demon cut him off. Inuyasha’s ears twitched, the boy staring down at him unimpressed.
“Oh, yeah, that. Myoga told me about it.” His eyebrows then furrowed together. “But I thought Sesshōmaru didn’t fight in that war?”
Jaken, having absolutely no control of his dangling limbs, sighed. His fixed Inuyasha with a sour expression.
“The Panther Demon Tribe showed up again after the war, around fifty years ago. They were bent on revenge!” The imp observed Inuyasha’s reaction, noticing how surprised he looked, and continued. “Your father had passed on, but they came to ravage the countryside with the intent to kill all his people! And at that time you, sir,” Jaken growled, swinging his legs back-and-forth as he tried to point accusingly at the half-demon, “weren’t much help!”
“What?”
“Despite m’lord’s wishes I went in search of you, as while you were born of a mortal woman you are your father’s son! Lord Sesshōmaru had thought you were too cowardly and refused to show up, or that you had simply refused to come to his aid despite the fact that you were brothers! Instead, as it turns out, you had been placed under a spell by a holy priestess and were left frozen in time for years!”
Inuyasha set Jaken down, the half-demon squatting on the ground and watching as the imp turned his back to him. Jaken crossed his arms, scowling.
“Of course, Lord Sesshōmaru never actually expected you to come to his assistance, but victory would have been so easy if we had the tetsusaiga! If we knew where it was hiding sooner or at the very least had an idea of how to break the spell that you were on, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”
“Ha! Sesshōmaru can’t wield my sword.” Inuyasha barked, placing his palm on the handle. Jaken whirled around, absolutely livid.
“That’s not the point you ungrateful child!”
The half-demon blinked. His eyebrows furrowed as he processed the information that was just told him, everything starting to click together and make sense. The reason why his rotten half-brother was here and why the panthers were after them; it was because of things that happened with their father and the aftermath of the war.
Inuyasha didn’t know any of this until now, because he was still pinned to the sacred tree outside Kaede’s village when it happened. Still, “That’s enough harping on about the past. I’ve got things to do.”
Jaken looked on with alarm when the half-demon suddenly jumped into the air, leaping from building-to-building and leaving him behind.
“W-Wait! Don’t go! I don’t want to be alone!”
He hurried after him, barely grabbing onto the boy’s kimono in time to avoid being abandoned.
…
I woke up in the arms of a demon with pale skin, head resting on the lap of a familiar blue-haired woman.
Her skin was ice cold, just as much as a certain demonic priestess’ was, and left my burning, feverish skin crying out with relief. We were resting on the ground beside some kind of altar, a small table decorated with a red cloth and several torches, the jewel shards left to reside delicately on a bronze plate.
“You’re quite the troublesome lamb,” Tōran said quietly, seeing my glassy eyes flutter open slowly, the woman running her icy fingers along my throat beneath my turtleneck, “getting yourself into such bad shape like this. You were lucky Shūran let go of you when he did and that Anastasia had several herbs ready for the sacrificial rite, otherwise you wouldn’t be here now. Just what are we to do without our guest-of-honor, hmm?”
My lips moved, but no sound came out. The inside of my throat felt like there were claws stuck inside, tearing at the flesh from within.
Tōran rested her hand alongside the front of my throat, the coldness of her touch almost seeming to seep into my skin and soothe my vocal chords. She reached out to her side, lifting me up with one arm and holding a small cup up to my lips.
“Drink this.”
I wanted to refuse and spit it out, not wanting anything to do with something made by Anastasia due to the possibility of it being part of the “preparation” of having my soul taken from me, but I was so thirsty.
It had been over half a day since I last ate, nonetheless had anything to drink, and while I sorely needed to use the bathroom the touch of the cool liquid to my lips had me gulping greedily, strength slowly returning to my tired arms as my hands tried to reach up and take the cup from her. The bitter drink dripped down my bloody chin as a result, and Tōran chuckled when I started to cough.
The demoness was almost amused when I had to lean against her shoulder for support.
“You really are pathetic,” She said to me, tone more playful than it was mocking, “if only those dogs could see you like this… hmph. The fun will have to wait, I suppose. Sesshōmaru is already on his way and I have one of my sisters dealing with the half-breed. Their reaction when your life is drained from your body…”
I shivered when she trailed a sharp nail from my bruised neck up to my chin, the female demon flicking off a droplet of the strange remedy from my face.
“It’ll be mesmerizing. You know, I was really intrigued when you mentioned you knew the first-born son of the great dog demon general, and I’m still curious as to what transpired between you two. Won’t you be a dear and tell me?”
Something indescribable flashed in those icy eyes of Tōran’s for a moment when my gaze met hers, the demoness watching as I struggled to cling to life.
I took a shaky breath, whatever herbs I was forced to drink doing wonders for my throat to help me speak, though my voice didn’t sound quite right due to the damage that was still there. “...ou won’t… win…”
“Hm?”
I swallowed down the lump in my throat and dug my fingers into the ground, struggling to retain consciousness and feeling. Speaking felt awful. I had no idea how I got here; not remembering anything past healing my friends’ limp bodies, and I was only able to assume that it had something to do with that terrifying demon brother of hers.
She mentioned Anastasia- she brewed whatever concoction I was forced to drink, which meant… what?
If they wanted me in tip-top shape they could have just had the demon use her onmyōji priestess powers and heal me. Why go out of her way and brew some kind of medicine? Unless… she can’t heal.
How come?
She said she wanted my soul and the spirits that came with it, just like the panther demons do, so does she only have a few Shikigami? I’m still not even sure how many Shikigami I have, but the more I encountered her and learned about her, the more I was starting to think she wasn’t as powerful as she actually seemed. Or, maybe, I’m looking at this all wrong.
She is powerful.
Anastasia merely lacks the connection to more than a couple spirits. She doesn’t have a Shikigami that can heal others. She can curse and burn and fight, but she can’t mend the wounds of her allies. She doesn’t have the river’s blessing.
Why?
What Shūran said earlier- they needed a human soul. Anastasia wasn’t mortal, so they went to me instead. Yet it still feels like something was missing; a piece to this puzzle that… I just couldn’t figure out. Who was she? How come she wanted the Shikigami so badly? Did she feel inadequate? No, no; that doesn’t matter right now. I… I need to focus.
While I can still talk… and think.
Sesshōmaru…
Tōran wanted to know about him. He was definitely coming to this place; in fact, she made it sound like he was already here in the town somewhere. I still never got to properly thank him for what he did, so I can’t let myself die here. I have to survive; to thank him. To thank him and make sure Maria is safe. To make sure that everyone is safe.
I have to apologize… for getting them into this mess.
They tried their best to convince me that I had helped them somehow, that my presence actually meant something, but then this kind of situation happens and all of that becomes null and void to my mind. Every mean demon I’ve met always made the same observation about me and, as much as I loathed to admit it, they were right.
I was weak. Pathetic. I try so hard, but I can’t do anything to protect anyone.
I can’t even protect myself. In the battle back in the village we normally stayed at, when Karan tried to kidnap me the first time, my friends kept yelling at me to get away. They told me to run and leave them behind. I can’t fight like they can.
Not with this stupid body of mine… that was born with asthma and worsened into a severe state because of the careless actions of other people. The environment I grew up in that led to me being this weak, this tired, this dependent on medicine.
I couldn’t do anything without the help of other people. Even now one of the many demons that were supposed to be the enemy was caring for me, soothing my burning skin with her winter magic, doing her best to keep me alive if only to sacrifice me later. I want so badly to repay everyone for their kindness, for their compassion, and I hate that this stupid body won’t let me.
This disgusting, useless slab of flesh I was forced to walk around in, unable to do anything of use without only becoming more of a nuisance by passing out for several days on end and causing more worry.
I loathed it so much.
I just wanted to live. I wanted to live and make myself someone deserving of all this help. I want to save my friends, instead of having to be the one saved for once.
This bloodline that had apparently been gifted with a connection to spirits... I need to use it. To understand it.
But I was running out of time to do so.
Though my vision was blurry and all I could really make out were shades of blue, I focused my attention on Tōran as best as I could. A part of me understood why they wanted to revive their master; they cared for him and wanted to expand their territory. They felt threatened after losing a war, desiring to regain their strength.
But they were going about it completely wrong. I don’t know much about this world and how a whole lot of the more mystical aspects of it worked, but nothing good could come out of reviving the dead.
Whether it be by tenseiga… or the sacrifice of many lives.
“Your m-master…” I breathed, shivering as another wave of dizziness and nausea washed over me. “I-It won’t… be him. He won’t… be the same.”
Tōran’s magic paused and she stared down at me, the woman slowly moving her fingers back down to my very bruised neck. She had to stick her icy fingers down underneath my turtleneck again to touch the raw flesh, but she didn’t hurt me. No, her cold touch felt so nice against my sickly warm flesh, and had I not known the reason why she was helping me I would have relaxed against her completely.
“A-Anastasia… she’s lying…”
I reached up, squeezing my eyes shut as the stinging sensation came back, throat and back aching. My frail, trembling hands wrapped around the one that was now currently resting along my left cheek, gripping her fingers as tight as I could in an effort to get some kind of meaning across.
I blinked, fighting the intense urge to sleep, trying to make out her expression. I needed to see her face; to figure out what she was thinking. “Wh-What she told you… it’s not true.”
Tōran’s lips turned downward as sweat started beading down the sides of my face. I was so sleepy.
“Revenge… ch-changes… people. I-If you… bring him back, then…”
Someone was walking up to us, dressed in different shades of red and white, but I couldn’t hear them. I wasn’t even sure if I could hear myself. I could only hope my words were actually making it out of my mouth. I think I could still taste the blood from before as I spoke.
“...he won’t… recognize you like you want.”
I was gripping her hand so tightly now, her blue eyes boring into mine intently. My lips curled back and I choked, head on the verge of falling back onto her shoulder.
“D-Don’t… do this. Don’t give them a chance… to hurt you.”
I barely managed to get out those last two sentences before my eyes slid shut. I hadn’t said nearly enough to convince her; I didn’t have the strength to. I was broken. I could only hope now that someone made it in time to save me, whether it be Inuyasha or even Sesshōmaru.
Tōran pulled her hand away from mine and I found myself being lifted up in the air, two red fiery snakes slithering up and curling around my form, raising my body off the ground.
Several pentagrams appeared- one beneath me and one above me. Large red flames and smoke from burning leaves formed a protective barrier, keeping out anything that wasn’t a Shikigami. My head leaned back, arms and legs going limp as I drifted even higher up in the air.
Tired mind succumbing to the darkness, the preparations to sacrifice my soul began.
...
Tenseiga would not stop shaking.
As soon as Sesshōmaru’s foe had disappeared after his last attack, his father’s fang started to grow restless and would not stop moving, the blade seeming desperate to pull itself out of its sheath and towards whatever was calling out to it.
His first thought was that perhaps tetsusaiga was nearby again, as the two swords often reacted to each other’s presence, yet it was clear that was not the case as the demon lord could detect the half-demon’s scent in the direction opposite of where the tenseiga was pointing him.
He would never admit it aloud, nor even to himself, that he had no clear understanding as to why tenseiga was acting this way. The sword led him through the remains of the hidden village, deep through the forest, and to the castle gates where he could make out the silhouette of what could only be the remains of the Panther Tribe General hiding in the courtyard ahead.
It truly was an enormous corpse, but not one that he felt was worthy enough to be considered a true threat.
Even if it were managed to be revived, it would surely be an easy feat to obtain victory against such a decrepit old foe. The demon lord’s nose twitched as a breeze blew by, the smell of familiar human blood only growing stronger. He could smell the woman all over the place- but her scent was strongest near the skeleton, which meant she was right up ahead.
The foolish panthers really were going to risk everything on this one mortal priestess.
“Y-You’re seriously amazing, Sesshōmaru.”
His grip on tenseiga tightened, the male demon momentarily wondering if her connection to spirits was what was causing the fang to act up. Was it trying to tell him to save her? Why? For what reason should he, Sesshōmaru, go out of his way for a measly human?
There was no side of a bargain to uphold, no promise of protection to keep. They parted ways in the fallen castle and that was it.
She was just a weak and pathetic mortal priestess, whose powers were too great for her failing body to hold. Whether it’s by time running its course or by demons who coveted her soul, she was going to die soon. It was only a matter of how and when, and should she survive this encounter it was clear that she would only last until the next full moon. What was the point in rescuing someone who would only perish afterwards?
It was a waste of time.
And yet… here he stood actually contemplating in silence as to whether or not tenseiga truly desired for him to act out and save her.
This wretched sword his father forced upon him was absolutely worthless, and Sesshōmaru only kept it out of respect for the man who had once been a great and mighty demon general. For it to try and urge him to save a priestess of all people was absolutely ludicrous.
She was a fool; a nuisance that travelled with his even more foolish half-brother.
The woman may be different from the rest of the priestesses that roamed the land, but she was a priestess all the same. While her powers were neither holy nor demonic, and did not come from a soul that harbored immense purification ability, they were still spiritual in nature. And from what he could tell from the short time they were in the fallen castle together, the spirits she worked with were derived from the world around them- spirits of the world pulled into being by one mortal woman and given form.
It was why the dead had affected her so.
Because all beings, dead or alive, walking upon this earth, were part of nature. They were spiritual.
And in her desperate need for survival her soul was calling out- connecting to another spirit in hopes it would help her. The fang his father left behind; the tenseiga.
It was reacting to her call, pressing him to move forward and save her.
Irene, who acted with a sense of loyalty towards him, Sesshōmaru, despite being aware of the truth.
And as he found himself walking up to the gate, more than intent on destroying the panther demons before they could so much as try reviving their master, he found himself being greeted by a familiar fire-user that stood atop the castle entrance.
Karan’s entire body was lit up in flame, the female demon pressing a hand against her waist, guarding the area, the wound on her arm long-since healed by her own regenerative abilities. Sesshōmaru shifted his hand from the tenseiga to the tōkijin, unsheathing it in preparation for battle.
No one was going to get in his way- not even vermin like her.
“Hmph.” Karan sneered and curled her lips up. “Well, hello. It’s about time you arrived here. The show is about to begin.”
…
Everything was going according to their plan.
While the remaining of her siblings distracted the half-brothers and the wolf demons, Anastasia could finish setting up the spell. Tōran watched as the snakes coiled around the young human’s body, not quite touching her yet somehow restraining her all the same. A small fire burned in a box below, smoke drifting from herbs set in the middle of the lower pentagram.
The power of the Shikigami was a mysterious one indeed and somehow, in all of her many long years spent living, Tōran had never once heard of it until recently. In fact, had that strange priestess never found them when they were in the process of taking over this castle town… they might have only settled for obtaining the jewel shards and using the human lives as sacrifices.
To be told that there was someone out there- a mortal woman- whose soul held the power of multiple spirits and would be far more efficient than any other sacrifice… well, it was more than a little shocking. They didn’t even believe her at first. In fact, her siblings tried to kill Anastasia upon her arrival and the only reason the stranger lived was because Tōran had ordered it.
She wanted to know what that person was planning. She had dared come all this way, after all, so the least they could do is hear her out.
Anastasia… just who was she, really?
She claimed that she wanted the sons of the great dog demon general dead, as they kept getting in her way. There was something about the mortal priestess that she wanted- so much so that she was willing to let Tōran use her talents for the Panther Tribe’s gain.
“Just what makes you so special…?” The demoness mused, watching as the pallor of the sleeping girl’s skin became even more sickly than what it already was. “Irene, was it? I will remember your name. Your one soul, filled to the brim with power, will be what saves our master.”
And yet…
Tōran’s fingers twitched. Irene’s words kept nagging at her, echoing in her mind, and she found herself recalling the way the mortal’s pale, bandaged hands gripped her own so tightly. Her eyes- gazing into Tōran’s with such ferocity and concern.
That pathetic mortal… who was the very key for reviving their master.
It was as if she were completely convinced that Anastasia was their foe, that their master- once resurrected- wouldn’t be the same person anymore. Irene spoke as though she believed everything the Panther Demon Tribe has been fighting for would just… fall apart after obtaining fruition. She was truly foolish.
So why… was it bothering Tōran so much?
What did Anastasia want so badly about this girl that she was going out of her way to help them, even though it meant losing the life of the very thing she desired? What did she want from Irene? Her body, perhaps?
Tōran doubted it; the girl’s body was so fragile and broken that if she wasn’t going to be sacrificed tonight it would only last for a few more days.
What sort of demon was Anastasia? Did she prey on the young and sickly, feasting on their flesh only after death? Hmph. If that were the case, so be it. It had nothing to do with Tōran and her siblings.
But… still, for Irene to use her remaining strength to give the demoness such a cryptic message; it left her unsettled. Instead of trying to get away, instead of attempting to use her spiritual powers on her, Irene, in a great deal of pain, warned her about the demonic priestess.
It could just be a ploy to cause infighting and make their plans fall apart, but somehow…
Tōran had the feeling that wasn’t the case. Her eyes had been so sincere- big and brown and doleful.
Her eyes drifted to Anastasia, watching the woman cast her spells. She was surrounded in a veil of mystery and flame, and no one knew much about her. Her scent was a strange one as well- reeking of dirt and clay. Something about it was very similar to the wounded mortal they now held hostage by the altar.
That mask of hers…
How she wanted to tear it off. Tōran was starting to grow irritable as she found herself being swayed by the words of that mortal, unable to believe that Irene had such an effect on her. She had been mocking the human mere moments ago, and now here she is contemplating whether or not if Anastasia can truly be trusted. Was this part of Irene’s strange magic?
Such a weak human, yet those sweet worried words bothered Tōran greatly, that pretty little battered face gazing at her with such concern despite them being on opposite sides of battle. Despite being enemies. Her dainty, bloodied hands had gripped Tōran’s so tightly, pleading with her to stop this. To avoid Anastasia.
And the demoness… almost found herself being swayed by the mortal.
No. No, that human is wrong.
Tōran tried to push the intrusive thoughts away, doing her best to stop the doubts. Their master is a benevolent demon, who cherished his clan above anything. He would never do anything to hurt them. Once revived he’ll be more powerful than ever, strengthened by the spirits of Irene’s Shikigami and by the sacred jewel shards, and then they’ll get their revenge on the sons of the great dog demon general.
After that is over with, the Panther Demon Tribe can continue with expanding their territory.
Everything will go according to plan.
That mortal priestess didn’t know anything; she was merely planting seeds of doubt in Tōran’s head. A brilliant actress, one so skilled that even on the brink of death she can pretend to care for her enemies. Regardless of her glassy concerned gaze and hoarse damaged voice… that was trying to convince Tōran otherwise.
The ice sorceress suddenly tensed, nose twitching as several scents suddenly came flooding in from the surrounding gates. Sesshōmaru was quite close, with Inuyasha right behind him. Kōga and his wolves, as well as a female human with a scent suspiciously similar to their sacrifice, was even closer. All standing at separate gates that would lead to the courtyard, most likely fighting her siblings by now.
So many similarities…
She could tell right away that the human with the Wolf Demon Tribe was related to Irene. Yet, oddly enough, she couldn’t tell anything as to why Anastasia had such a similar scent. Interesting.
Taking a deep breath, Tōran focused.
Karan, Shunran, and Shūran…
They were all fighting right now, defending the gates to the best of their abilities. And Tōran was within the courtyard, eyebrows furrowing when she sensed one of her siblings were having trouble. Irene’s voice echoed in her mind once more and Tōran turned away, frowning deeply, ignoring the strange tightness in her chest.
“Keep the girl steady,” Tōran ordered Anastasia, who said nothing, “I’m going to go help Karan.”
The demoness disappeared in a white mist, leaving the priestess alone with the mortal girl and the large skeletal corpse. A hut could be seen nearby, surrounded with a pale blue barrier. It was the very same hut Irene had been locked up in earlier, all the inhabitants of the castle town, as well as Irene’s friends, huddled together inside.
Anastasia raised the sleeping girl’s body higher, watching as the moon rose in the night sky. “Just a bit longer…”
Without warning a girl in white appeared behind the masked woman, presence unnoticeable by any until she spoke.
“It is almost time…” Kanna whispered, dark eyes gazing into the fire dancing around Irene. Her hands held close to her chest a brand new mirror. “Soon, her soul and her powers… will belong to you. You will be whole.”
A gust of wind blew by and Irene’s back arched ever-so-slightly as she took in a weak breath. Pain etched across her face, eyelashes fluttering as she tried so hard to wake up. Kanna lowered her head, gazing into the mirror which reflected off the girl’s form.
“An imitation… no longer.”
…
It’s cold. I wasn’t in an endless, swampy black river like before- it was just… cold.
So many voices were whispering, crying and overlapping each other. My eyes wouldn’t open no matter what I tried, so it was impossible to see who was there.
They were drifting from place-to-place, while somehow remaining in the same spots nearby. Surrounding me. It felt like there was some kind of coil wrapped around my throat, keeping me from speaking.
Where am I?
It hurts.
What’s being done to me?
I’m scared.
…
Shunran giggled when she saw Inuyasha approach, Jaken huffing and puffing as he ran up alongside him.
“Just try to get past us,” The girl taunted, smiling wickedly at them, “it won’t work. Not until the preparations are ready.”
“Just shut it!” Inuyasha snapped, brandishing the tetsusaiga and pointing it at her. “I know she’s in there! Give Irene and the others back!”
The half-demon lunged, running at her with full speed as he swung the sword. The demoness merely smiled as his sword appeared to make contact, but then it phased right through her as several doubles materialized. Inuyasha’s eyes widened and a gasp left his lips, the boy quickly redirecting his aim, struggling to land his feet on the ground without hurting himself.
“Wh-What!?” He spun around, dust kicking up behind him from his landing, and he watched as a whirlwind of flower petals appeared.
Within that whirlwind were dozens of clones, all looking identical to the original; not that Inuyasha could actually tell which one was the original demon. They were all laughing, mocking and joyful, the girl taking great pleasure in befuddling him.
“What is this?”
Her voice was so freaking grating… urgh-!
“Damn iiiit!”
Inuyasha jumped up, swinging once more. Every Shunran his sword hit was just another illusion, the girl’s laughter getting louder and more obnoxious with each failed attempt at destroying her. The half-demon was spinning in circles at this point, tripping over his own feet in a mad dash to get this battle over with to rescue his endangered friend.
“Stay still and die already!”
…
They were almost there.
Kōga and his men, as well as Maria, Rōyakan, and the wolves, had finally made it outside the forest. Yet at their destination Shūran stood waiting for them, the large demon more than a little irritable at the sight of the group.
His fists began to crackle with lightning, the man ramming his fists together as he yelled, “You’re not welcome here, wolf! Leave!”
Ooooh, Kōga was not happy.
He could smell Irene; more than that, he could smell her blood all over this foul panther demon. He had hurt her, hurt Irene, Maria’s little sister, and had the audacity to show his face.
The wolf demon chief’s blue eyes lit with hate and he charged, the boy filling with unbridled rage as he leapt out of the way of the electricity and aimed a kick towards Shūran’s face.
“You bastaaaard! What did you do to her!?”
Shūran managed to block Kōga’s foot with his arm, sending him sailing back. As he flew through the air Kōga managed to righten himself with a flip, running even faster at the demon as his anger and determination fused together. He was so close that there was no way they were just going to let this person stop them!
Irene was right through that gate! He could tell she was still alive by her scent, but by his title as chief of his clan he was going to get some damage in to this monster for hurting her so badly. Irene was just barely clinging on to life.
And Kōga had promised to save her. “I’ll kill you!”
“Ha, no chance!” Shūran growled, mocking him, lunging forward and ramming his fists into the earth with incredible strength, stopping Kōga in his path by leaving small craters in the ground. The bridge broke and tore up, as did the earth they stood on, with each blow Shūran released. “Hrah! Ha! Raaaah! Take this!”
Kōga narrowed his eyes and stepped back, avoiding each blow easily. He then grinned, leaping into the air above Shūran and startling him. He was just about to aim another kick when he caught wind of a spark, and Kōga hurriedly twisted his body to move out of the way as the panther demon let loose a huge bout of electricity.
It avoided Kōga, but standing right in its path was Rōyakan- who had been standing by watching the fight take place. Hakkaku and Ginta yelped and dived out of the way, while Saun backed Maria out of the lightning’s range.
Shūran sneered as he watched Rōyakan collapse and turned back to Kōga, cackling. “Not too bad, little man.”
Kōga glared at him, lips curling back as he ground his teeth together, fangs bared. This demon didn’t move very quickly, but his lightning was not something that should be messed with. One wrong move and it could kill him.
Or even worse- his men and the one human they had travelling with them.
…
I can’t see anything at all.
Those who were speaking were indistinct; neither male nor female, instead blending together and creating something more powerful, more ancient. I couldn’t recognize them at all, yet somehow I knew; they were the spirits.
The Shikigami bound to my soul by blood. A lump formed painfully in my swollen battered throat, and my lips curled back with a choke.
I was going to die.
The demons were going to kill me and these spirits were going to be forced to do their master’s bidding. Worse, Anastasia might take them away at the last second and use them for her own nefarious deeds.
This cold place that I’m in… I have to get away. I have to escape.
But where even is here? I’m not sure I can figure it out. There was something familiar about it, too- memories coming to mind the longer I floated in this abyss. A place where one is unable to leave, the very same place where… I had wound up when miasma once poisoned my body. That place.
What was it?
…
This was no battle.
Sesshōmaru stood there in growing annoyance as Karan fired attack after attack at him, the demoness darting around with a grin as though she earnestly believed she was some kind of danger to him.
Such a nuisance; she was doing nothing but wasting his time. It was hardly worth mentioning how he effortlessly deflected her attacks with tōkijin, nonetheless the way he had finally let loose a spike of demonic energy with his sword that tore through the demoness’ fiery defenses.
Karan screamed as the blow tore through her flesh, sending her crashing hard into the stone wall behind her. Once having hit it, she fell down into the stream that was below the gate’s bridge, steam rising out of the water as her fire was put out.
Pests like her should know better than to get in his way.
The demon lord began to move forward, walking calmly towards the gate across the bridge as Karan struggled to pull herself back onto her feet after such an attack.
The fire-user glared darkly at him, cursing his name with all the hatred she could muster, and only stopped when a spear made of ice shot forward from the castle entrance. Having sensed it coming, Sesshōmaru was able to easily avoid the hit, leaping gracefully into the air and watching with a sense of aloofness as the area around them became covered in ice.
Karan’s head snapped up, the girl staring in shock at the arrival. “T-Tōran?”
The winter sorceress smiled coolly as she approached, a cold wind blowing around her form and littering the surrounding vicinity with snowflakes. “I know we fought earlier, but I really am still so surprised; I had thought you would be weaker compared to before. I never once imagined Karan would have so much trouble fighting you.”
“And why is that?” He inquired, seeing the way her lips curled upwards in a mocking smirk. The smell of human blood was even stronger now, hovering around Tōran’s hands and drifting out from the courtyard. A low growl settled in his throat, voice almost demanding as he stated, “You were never one to underestimate your opponents. Did your retreat damage more than just your pride?”
“In your dreams, perhaps. But, really, what was I to expect with you looking like that?” She asked, waving a hand dismissively in the air. Her eyelashes fluttered, gaze full of mischief and spite. “You’re missing an arm. I wonder; just who could have done such a thing to the mighty Sesshōmaru?”
Tōran anticipated his next move, the demon lord disappearing in a burst of speed, showing up in front of her and releasing a fearsome blast with the tōkijin. She gripped her left wrist to steady her arm and spread out her fingers, palm pointing outwards towards the man, a strong wave of cold air and snow shooting up and slamming against the demonic energy and lightning that was sent her way.
The two powers crackled against each other, barely giving their all, and yet a large explosion still resulted due to the clash. Two demons nearly rivaled in power, yet waiting for the true battle.
Fog surrounded the area and Tōran leapt away, standing atop the castle gate and observing as Sesshōmaru stood straight in the middle of the bridge. His lips were tilted downwards, amber eyes narrowed, expression hard and as cold as her ice.
Oh, how I long to see his eyes fill with despair… Tōran thought, the hate for him and his kind strong in her heart. Soon, very soon, Sesshōmaru, shall your life be brought to an end.
And it will all be because of one human priestess.
To think she actually knew who he was…
Her mind began to once again fall back to her previous conversations with the mortal, who had at first seemed so certain that their plans would fail because of the demon lord, then later found some reason to “warn” them that their revenge would go awry. That their master would not be who he was. She knew nothing.
Tōran knew Irene was wrong. So why did she have to keep reminding herself of that?
How bittersweet, she thought, distracting herself with the thought of her vengeance, the two fools losing their lives together.
Whether the human truly loved this demon or not didn’t matter; her clear faith in him was enough to fill Tōran with amusement. Amusement and… perhaps, bitterness? Odd.
Standing tall, a low chuckle escaped Tōran’s throat.
“The celebrations are finally about to begin!” She exclaimed, extending her hands out to her sides. “We’ve been waiting for you! The seats are all lined up… and the guest-of-honor has been more than eager to see you. Oh, Sesshōmaru, won’t you come see the life be taken from that sweet human girl?”
There wasn’t much reaction from him then, save for the dark stare he had been continuously giving her for the past few minutes. She knew there was something off about what that girl had been speaking of earlier; this person really didn’t associate with humans.
And yet when she mentioned her… Tōran could have sworn his hand tightened ever-so-slightly on the handle of his sword.
The woman brought her hands towards her chest, resting them over her heart and smiling with a sickeningly sweet face. “Of course, if she doesn’t wake up before the rite… she won’t see you at all. How heartbreaking that would be, considering she seemed so confident in your abilities. Really, whatever shall be done about that? Heh. I look forward to it!”
The wind picked up and her laughter echoed in the air, the demoness vanishing in a gust of cold wind- neither she nor her sister anywhere to be seen.
Sesshōmaru narrowed his eyes, having had enough of dealing with these irritating panther demons.
…
My soul.
It was my soul.
I was trapped inside of it, consciousness existing there yet not quite being. I bet it was why I had no memory of it before. The voices were starting to become clearer to me now as well, which meant I had to be on the right track.
If the Shikigami and I were connected to each other’s souls, then it only made sense that I could hear them when inside my own. How I got here, on the other hand, I have no idea.
I blame Feudal Era magic.
Did they pull me in here or was it Anastasia who had done so?
I can hear their voices fading again…
The cold was getting worse now.
Damn it. My eyes still won’t open! I have to get out.
...
“What’s the problem!?” Shūran taunted, seeing Kōga keeping his distance. “Not holding back on my account, are you? Come and get me!”
Kōga scowled, using a boulder for cover. He was observing his opponent, memorizing his tactics to try and think up countermeasures for them. Shūran’s lightning bolts were fast, but that was about it that he had going for him. All Kōga needed to be was fast to land a blow, and so he tensed his legs and ran. Shūran laughed, pointing his hands outwards as they sparked with electricity.
“Too slow!”
“No...”
Shūran blinked, startled when Kōga kept vanishing from his line of sight. He barely looked up in time to see the wolf demon reappear in a whirlwind, a leg landing hard into his abdomen and sending him sailing back, bruising several of his ribs.
“...you are!”
Kōga jumped back with a particularly harsh shove against Shūran’s torso, landing back and watching with satisfaction as the man hunched over and groaned. A single blow and he was already giving up; perfect. Now he can get out of Kōga’s goddamn way and let him save Maria’s sister like he promised.
Shūran, an arm wrapped over his wounded abdomen, jumped back and shouted, “R-Retreat, Panther Tribe!”
“Ha!” Kōga laughed when he saw them run away. “Serves you right!” He turned towards his group, seeing Rōyakan laying on his back. “How’s the big guy doin’ back there?”
“He’s breathing.” Hakkaku answered, sitting atop Rōyakan’s large stomach as he checked for vital signs. The giant wolf demon was snoring loudly, obtaining a strange look from Maria when she saw this.
Ginta nodded. “I don’t think he’s fainted; more like he’s just asleep.”
“Then leave him,” Kōga ordered, turning and staring down the gate with fierce eyes, “let’s go.”
He knows Irene is in there.
Even worse, he was starting to pick up another human scent as well; Kagome’s scent. Oooh, how his blood was boiling knowing that those two human girls were in trouble. Inuyasha was seriously so pathetic; he can’t even protect Irene, nonetheless Kagome!
He was going to have to have a serious talk with those women and see about convincing them to move into the Wolf Demon Tribe. Kagome declined several times before already, but surely this would be the thing to get her to agree to it.
This has to show her just how incompetent that half-demon really is.
Kōga was going to save her and Irene, no matter what it takes, and prove to Kagome that he, unlike Inuyasha, is a real man worthy of her attention.
…
Something was restraining me; something that needed to disappear. If I can break through that, then maybe I can do something.
“Closer… it’s coming closer…”
This ice cold black surrounding me… it has to go away. I have to make it go away. Now move! Can I speak at all? No… frick. Okay.
“It’s calling us…”
I inhaled sharply, pain flitting across my expression briefly.
I can’t… just give in…
These spirits are in danger. I have to help them. But what can I do? I don’t want to just lie here and pray that someone will show up in time to save me; that was far too dangerous and several of my friends were already wounded because I did exactly that.
I can’t rely on others if it means getting them hurt. I have to act myself. I’m tired of being so sick all the time.
But I… I…
I need the help.
Frick, it hurts. It feels like I’m suffocating, like someone cut off my airflow completely. I won’t last much longer like this. Someone, please… I’m so sorry. I can’t get out of here; I can’t open my eyes or break free of these cold chains. I can’t save these spirits or myself. I’ve truly failed everyone this time.
I’m so pathetic.
...
No matter how many illusions Inuyasha sliced through they just kept coming back, duplicating and becoming near insurmountable in number.
He can’t tell who the real one is.
The scent of these flowers are really starting to get to him, too, and his sense of smell was starting to get all kinds of messed up. Jaken scowled when he saw this and made his way over, slinging his staff over his shoulder, expression unimpressed.
“What are you doing, Inuyasha?” He demanded.
“Shut up!”
“Hmph. Let me handle this.” The imp planted his staff on the ground, huffing. “Jaken to the rescue! Now, behold as I dispel the illusions!”
The shrunken head of the old man opened its mouth and flames spurt forth, burning away all the duplicates at once. They all seemed to fuse back together, the scent of flowers fading along with the whirlwind as Shunran appeared as a single demon, standing at the door of the gate protectively once more.
Inuyasha narrowed his eyes, blinking several times to force the dizziness away. “Is… Is that the real one?”
Jaken nodded his head sternly. “Yes.”
“Ohhh~!” Shunran hummed, grinning at them with teasing eyes. “Not bad for a little imp.”
“Your tricks can’t fool me!” He told her in retort, raising his voice. “Don’t underestimate my power!”
Inuyasha stood, charging at the female demon with renewed rage and determination. “Now that I’m know who I’m dealing with- what!?”
Another whirlwind appeared and Shunran disappeared behind the gate, the demoness’ voice echoing around them as cherry blossoms pelted them from every direction.
“Let’s finish this at the castle!”
Inuyasha grit his teeth together, frustrated. “Get back here you coward! I’ll kill you!”
…
So cold…
What is that drumming sound? Is it my heart? It sounds so slow and tired…
It’s scaring me.
...
Tōran knelt down before the shrine they created and closed her eyes, breathing deeply as her siblings joined her one-by-one.
Behind them sat the rest of their clan, the lower class panthers all bowing their heads in respect towards the remains of their master. Above the altar, floating high in the air above the Panther Tribe, was Irene. Her eyes were closed and blood dripped from her form, the moonlight seeming to only enhance the ice cold flames flickering around her body.
“It’s almost time…” Tōran whispered, a surge of excitement and anxiousness flowing through her. She spoke louder, hoping the demon could hear her words. “The moon is almost directly overhead. The time is now upon us, Master! In moments the dogs we despise will be slaughtered and the Panther Tribe will reign over this land!”
A red light began to shine around them, forming a barrier as the moon rose into place.
…
Somebody…
I can’t fight alone.
Help me…
…
Sesshōmaru approached the courtyard from the opened gate, tenseiga reacting violently in response to the close proximity they were in with the mortal priestess.
The demon lord could see her there raised in the sky, as if she were some kind of sacrificial lamb ready to be offered at any moment to the panther demons’ master. Irene was hardly breathing, if she was at all, and while he could not make out any visible wounds her clothes were stained with her own blood.
Flame, very much like the power she had demonstrated before back in the decrepit castle, was wrapped around her, and the man noted that it appeared to be the very thing that was holding her up. An herbal scent flowed from a box below the girl’s body, plants burning inside. Standing before Irene, with their arms raised up, guiding the twin snakes along the girl’s body to bind her, was the one performing the spell.
He could only surmise that this was the “Anastasia” that he had heard so much about.
Tenseiga…
It was pulsing at his hip, reaching out, calling to the girl as if it believed she could hear it.
…
The voices stopped.
They didn’t fade away; they just… stopped. It was as if they were startled by something.
Though greatly pained, I could feel my eyebrows start to furrow together in confusion, fingers somehow managing to twitch despite the resistance. There was this… sensation in the distant black- so close yet so far at the same time.
What was it?
…
Sesshōmaru gripped tōkijin tight and dashed forward with a burst of speed, lunging with narrowed golden eyes at the two priestesses and the clan of panther demons. The blade made contact with a layer of red light and he went sailing back, the barrier rejecting his presence.
Tenseiga went into a fritzy as he landed, the fang daring to actually pop partway out of its sheath. Lips pulling into a small frown, he sheathed tōkijin and rested a hand atop tenseiga’s handle to try and calm it.
There’s a barrier…
One he was unable to break.
…
There!
It was stronger that time. The drumming of my heart got louder, almost jolting with surprise and anticipation at the new development. What was happening? Why are the spirits so silent?
Was someone actually here?
…
Sesshōmaru momentarily fixed his gaze on the unconscious mortal woman before turning his attention to Tōran. The demoness was smiling at him with a strange look in her eye, the look she wore on her face oddly enough not matching her gaze.
“Soon our master will be resurrected,” She said to him, “so prepare to watch this human die… and have your own life taken from you!”
The jewel shards began to glow from their spot on the offering plate, their shine almost blinding in this dark night, and to all their surprise a weak growl escaped from the large skeleton corpse. All the panther demons watched with bated breath as the ginormous demon’s hands began to shift, the corpse reaching out with sluggish movement to grasp the jewel shards.
Claws so big, the demon took the entire altar along with the plate, and he shoved the wood and cloth into his mouth, chewing as best as his decrepit jaw would allow.
The siblings all gasped as this happened, seeing the way he swallowed the jewel shards. Shūran’s eyes grew wide. “Our master has awakened...!”
Moon shining brightly, reflecting off the structures around them, the old panther demon coughed and hunched over, wheezing.
When he spoke, it was a low and hungry growl. “...ood… Give it to me! Blood and flesh… and a soul…”
…
What is this feeling? Something bad was happening.
No, no, no! Wake up! Get up! Move!
This is bad- really, really bad. I mean, it was already bad before, but now it’s even worse!
I could almost feel my limbs again a few seconds ago, so what happened? Someone is there; someone has to be there. I can still feel it!
A warmth; a gentle, soothing warmth...
But closer still was a terrifying evil… leaving me dizzy and nauseous with it’s horrible demonic aura. If I wasn’t already suffocating from the lack of air, I was certain I would have forgotten how to breathe just from being near this monstrous presence.
It wasn’t human; it wasn’t even demon. It was cursed. A vengeful spirit brought back from the dead, hoping to destroy all in its path until its lust for death has been satiated. It could not feel compassion or love.
It only felt hate.
And the desire to kill.
…
The building on the left erupted, a blue barrier wrapped protectively around all the humans that had been taken captive by the demons. Everyone looked around in fear and confusion, and the ones who were most terrified were three of Inuyasha’s travel group: Miroku, Sango, and Kagome.
“Wh-What’s with this light?” Kagome exclaimed, trying to figure out what was happening. “Is it a barrier?”
Rage quickly formed on Sango’s face, the brunette seeing the people standing in the distance. “Look- over there!”
Miroku stood and gripped his buddhist staff tightly, eyebrows furrowing as a deep frown appeared on his lips. “The panther demons… they’ve got Irene. Their master appears to have awoken as well, which means…”
“No!” Kagome brought her hands up to her mouth, horrified. “Don’t say it! We’re not too late! Th-There has to be something we can do. Sango, any ideas!?”
The girl was shaking. Her hands were holding onto hiraikotsu so hard her knuckles had turned white, breaths coming out uneven. Irene was covered in blood and Sango’s mind was starting to go blank. There was no way they could break out of the barrier without her Shikigami or Inuyasha’s tetsusaiga; they were stuck. All they could do was watch as Irene inevitably ends up getting killed.
Killed… just like Kohaku. Just like the rest of her village.
And Sango… was powerless to stop it.
“Your soul is here, Master!” Tōran called out, standing and gesturing with her hands to Irene’s floating, sleeping form.
From the background Kōga could be seen running up, lunging at the barrier with a loud battlecry, only to be deflected and sent flying back. Hakkaku and Ginta looked at their leader in alarm, then at Kagome when they saw she was actually there in her own form of prison, before they focused on Maria- who was staring at Irene with haunted eyes.
“Take and devour her!” Tōran declared. “Be reborn with the strength of a human priestess, and of all the Shikigami spirits she inhabits!”
Miroku and Kagome watched as Sango’s shoulders began to shake, the brunette slayer fighting to silence the tears that were forming, a cry strangled in her throat. Maria, from beside Kōga and the wolves, patted Saun on the side and muttered something to him, before suddenly surging forwards with a yell. Sango, seeming to be snapped into action by that, lunged with her hiraikotsu- both females attacking separate barriers with rage and desperation fueling their hearts.
“Release her!”
“Let her go!”
“I’ll kill you!”
“Begone!”
Words and threats began to spill out of their mouths, English and Japanese, and despite how many times the barrier sent them flying away they kept getting right back up, swinging until their arms grew weak and defeat settled in.
Hakkaku and Ginta pulled Maria off of Saun, the woman thrashing and screaming until her throat became raw, only for her to finally slump over and bring a hand up to her face, unable to stop the sobs from taking over.
Sango, however, ended up stumbling back after being blown away one last time, the hiraikotsu dropping to the floor. Kagome yelped and called out her name, trying to catch her before she could fall.
“Easy…!” Miroku cradled the demon slayer close, wrapping an arm around her back. “Sango; Sango, can you hear me? Sango!”
“You fools can not break through our master’s barrier!” Shūran claimed, sneering at them. “You mortals are too weak!”
“But, hey,” Shunran giggled, raising a kimono sleeve up to her lips, “keep trying! You’re invited to dinner for a reason, after all. It would be rude to let such important guests bore themselves, right?”
“Our master is too powerful to fall to the likes of you!” Karan bragged. Tōran remained silent, listening to her siblings words, blue eyes observing the two broken mortals who had acted out upon seeing the human priestess' form. “You’re all going to die tonight.”
Tōran’s gaze flickered over to Sesshōmaru, who was unmoving. He continued to stand in place, hand resting upon the grip of his restless tenseiga. Hakkaku outstretched a hand towards Maria, seeing the way she was currently hunched over on the ground. “S-Sister…”
There was nothing he or his allies could do to help her at this point.
Ginta squeezed his eyes shut, balling his hands into fists. “Sh-She’s done for… we failed. Kōga, we failed to save Irene…!”
“Shut up!” Kōga snapped, glaring at them and then at the barrier. His hands were shaking at his sides. “We haven’t… We haven’t failed! There’s gotta be a way!”
…
So much sadness, so much despair…
It was too late.
Anyone who could have saved me was gone now, weren’t they? The spirits and I were… fated to die this way. I can’t believe this. After all this- after everything I’ve been through with them to get this far… and I was just going to be killed.
What was the point in fighting for these past two months if this was how it ends?
I never even… got to see Maria properly. If she was even here with Kōga like I thought I saw her, then there’s a good chance she’s dead now. Those panther demons were dangerous. I-I can’t… imagine how she must feel if she is still alive. She must be so mad at me right now, dying on her like this.
I’m… the worst sister.
…
Sesshōmaru’s hand was shaking from how badly tenseiga wished to be drawn, his own strength doing little to quell the trembling of the sword.
Tenseiga did not have the power to pierce through the barrier, to break through it, but that woman being held captive within it does. If she was able to destroy the one back in Naraku’s castle then perhaps she could do so again.
The demon lord took a quiet step forward, twisting the blade as he pulled it out of its sheath, and everyone watched in surprise as he made his move.
“What is he doing…?” Miroku wondered aloud, indigo eyes growing wide as he saw the man vanish and reappear at the front of the red barrier, closest to the end that Anastasia and Irene were at. Sango blinked away her tears and watched, Kagome letting out a small gasp as Sesshōmaru swung the trembling tenseiga hard against the red light. “It can’t be…!”
It was the fang of his father, a blade Miroku had only ever seen be used to slay the undead, and it was pulsating. Tenseiga, shaking, reacting to the soul of a wounded mortal, calling out in a desperate attempt to awaken her. Sesshōmaru, the demon lord whom all believed to have a heart of pitch black, who did not have the compassion necessary to wield such a blade of healing, swinging the sword… and using it against the barrier aimed at Anastasia- knowing full well that it wouldn’t leave so much as a dent in the red layer of light.
The panther demons’ master outstretched his hand, unperturbed by all the commotion outside his protective field, and went to snatch Irene out of the fiery blue vortex of flames and snakes she was held in. He was aiming to devour her barely breathing flesh-and-blood, the monster almost seeming to drool. It was like he could sense the power radiating from her form.
But that was when something even stranger happened; the panther demon general… stopped.
“What’s going on!?” Miroku could hear Kōga call out, the wolf demon watching the scene with just as much anxiety as the rest of them. The wolf demon chief was yelling at the proud demon lord Sesshōmaru, not understanding what the silver-haired man’s aim was. “The hell’re you doing!?”
Sesshōmaru ignored him, gripping harder onto tenseiga as it tried once more to fly out of his palm, the blade so desperate for something that it was forgoing all else. The barrier was trying so hard to send the demon sailing back, but Sesshōmaru was powerful; it was an extremely rare time when someone appeared that could rival his strength, and even then he always won.
And he was placing so much of his power into this sword, to keep himself from being flung back, to try and assist tenseiga on whatever mission it seemed to be on, that neon blue electricity was starting to crackle out of the fang and spread along the barrier, trying to break through it.
This blade which could never harm those of the living, but could save those of the dead… was acting now, for whatever reason, to get him to rescue this pathetic mortal priestess.
Was it expecting her to die? Was it trying to get him to save her before she could die? His father’s fang never made any sense to him; to this day he still doesn’t understand why he was left with such a weak sword. Why the tenseiga? Why didn’t his father give him the tetsusaiga instead?
And does it want him to go out of his way to help this pathetic woman!?
...ba-dump...
Sesshōmaru’s eyes widened just a miniscule when he heard it. The heart of a mortal, beating in time to the pulsating sword.
Tenseiga had managed to connect to Irene’s soul.
…
Ba-dump.
Ba-Dump.
My hands and legs twitched.
Ba-DUMP.
BA-DUMP!
Pain came flooding back into my senses, the numb sensation starting to disappear. My lips curled back and my teeth grit together, and as a cry of sheer agony tried to rip itself out of my damaged throat I found my back arching, arms pulling as hard as they could against whatever restraints were binding me.
BA-DUMP! BA-DUMP!
BA-DUMP!
…
Anastasia’s hands lowered, the masked priestess taking a step back when she saw her snakes lose their grip, the fiery creatures seeming to break apart as the girl’s body regained control.
“What…?” She watched from behind her mask as Irene’s body grew bright with her own fire, hot green flames replacing the cold blue, the girl’s glassy eyes snapping wide open. “This isn’t possible…”
Tōran and her siblings watched in alarm as Irene regained her senses, Sesshōmaru leaping away from the barrier just as another soldier appeared-
Inuyasha.
Desperation and fear lit up on Irene’s face like a beacon as she fell through the air, and the green flames quickly took form. A large spirit erupted from the fire and soared through the crowd, cawing loudly and catching her before she could hit the ground.
The eagle startled all those who were watching, the creature much larger than what should be natural, carrying the girl with ease. It dove through the air and flapped its wings, a large gust of wind knocking the panther demon general and all of his clansmen backwards.
The eagle only continued to grow bigger in size, beak piercing through the ominous red barrier as it’s body spun through the air, wings wrapped firmly around itself to keep the summoner from falling. And though she was hunched over Irene was very much awake on its feathered back.
To all those with keen noses, it was also clear that her pain was nothing short of extreme.
Sesshōmaru watched as this occured, golden eyes following the fiery green eagle as it flapped through the sky and carried her to safety. Tenseiga had done nothing like Sesshōmaru had been expecting; in fact, it did something that he was certain it wasn’t actually meant to do.
It had not performed a revival on a dead mortal’s soul; it had awakened one that was still living. The spirit of his father’s fang reached out to her and snapped her back into consciousness, saving her from falling into death’s icy grasp.
This woman…
There was something very strange about her, indeed.
“She broke through our master’s barrier!?” Karan could be heard crying out, unable to believe what was happening. “She’s just a weak mortal!”
Tōran looked around, ice blue eyes raging. “Anastasia! What is- huh?”
She couldn’t see the priestess anywhere. Did she run away like a coward?
“Traitorous wench!” The winter woman cursed.
The eagle passed by the half-demon and for a split second dazed brown eyes met angry amber, and as Inuyasha came hurtling downwards towards the blue barrier surrounding the caged humans the fiery creature Irene rested upon began to flicker and fade, the girl having trouble staying awake any longer. Kagome’s voice could be heard, calling out to her friends, to Inuyasha, to Irene, and the half-demon raised the tetsusaiga high above him.
“Get outta my waaaay!” Inuyasha shouted at the wolf and panther demons, who all scurried to move as his blade turned red. “Hyaaaaah!”
If Sesshōmaru was shocked that the tetsusaiga changed colors and was able to slash through the barrier, he hid it well. Everyone turned towards Inuyasha, the panther demons furious beyond all belief, while the humans were extremely relieved.
“Sorry to keep ya.” He snarked at the panthers, glaring at them. Shunran brought a hand up to her mouth, eyes narrowing darkly.
“He can also break our master’s barrier…?”
The eagle flickered again, this time more noticeably. Irene’s eyes were drooping, head bobbing forward atop her Shikigami as she slumped over, exhausted. Sesshōmaru sheathed tenseiga, noticing that its restless behavior had stopped, and observed the mortal girl a moment more before turning his attention to the ground when he heard his servant shrieking at him from the direction of one of the other remaining gates.
Jaken came running at him, staff held clumsily in his hands.
“L-Lord Sesshōmaru, Lord Sesshōmaru!” He hunched over and gasped, struggling to catch his breath. “I-I have searched everywhere for you! I’m relieved that you are safe! N-Not that you wouldn’t be, of course, no one can defeat you o-or even hurt you, that is! I just meant- oh, but to think...”
The imp turned his head, cutting himself off and frowning deeply, a strange look on his face.
“Inuyasha has surprised me… just when did he become so powerful and learn to wield the tetsusaiga like that? And not to mention that mortal woman! Is she even still alive?” Jaken blinked, looking up, and his eyes almost bugged out of his head. “She’s falling right for the earth!”
“Inuyasha, get Irene!” Kagome cried, pushing at his shoulders to get him to move. He had been checking her and the rest of their friends for injuries. The half-demon jumped and whirled around, realizing just now that Irene wasn’t atop her Shikigami anymore. “She’s going to die!”
“Fuck!”
Sesshōmaru watched as Irene tumbled below, his hand still resting upon the tenseiga. He watched as the half-demon spun on his heels, ready to leap up and catch the sickly foreigner, when someone else beat him to it. Not once as Irene inhaled stuttered breaths did tenseiga shake, not once as her eyes failed to open did it pulse and compel him to move forward.
Kōga cradled Irene in his arms, holding her close to his chest as he presented her to the only human within his group of wolves- Maria.
A woman of the same ethnicity and clearly of the same heritage. Irene had found the sister she said she had been looking for.
And given that the tenseiga wasn’t reacting at all, it was safe to assume that Irene would be alive to actually speak to her later. Sesshōmaru released his sword, closing his eyes and turning away from the scene taking place. He had done his part; he had saved the mortal girl the way his father’s fang encouraged him to. There was nothing else for him to do except rid this world of that vile undead panther, whose corpse was disgracing his presence.
“Give… me… blood!”
The panther demon general reached out with a hand towards the place where all the humans were gathered, intent on snatching up a handful of them. Kagome let out a yelp and stumbled back, Sango hurriedly standing and recollecting herself- picking up the hiraikotsu with the intent to throw it.
Kōga and Inuyasha both moved at once, Inuyasha raising the tetsusaiga up to shield his three friends while Kōga hoisted Kagome up in his arms and dashed away, setting her down beside Maria, who was holding Irene.
“I-Inuyasha!” The middle schooler cried out, alarmed when she saw the demon’s large hand smack the half-demon down flat on his back.
Kōga snorted. “Rest assured, Kagome; it’s gonna be easy getting you out of here.”
Maria looked up upon hearing the name, blinking several times to rid the tears out of her eyes, staring at the girl with realization. She watched as the younger girl turned, glaring at the wolf demon.
“I’m not leaving the others behind!” She snapped.
Maria frowned, standing and carefully resting Irene on Saun’s back. She kept a hand on the girl’s shoulder blades, rubbing them gently as if to try and help her airflow. “You are... Kagome?”
“Hm?” Kagome blinked, pretty face turning to look at Maria with confusion. “Y-Yes, I am? Who are- oh my god. You can’t be Maria, can you?” The girl stepped forward, startling the foreign woman by grasping her arms. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you! I’m so glad you’re okay!”
She gasped. Kagome whirled around, kneeling down beside Saun who seemed unperturbed by her presence.
“Irene needs her medicine! She’s been through way too much today, we can’t- oh god; Inuyasha!” Her attention snapped over to see the half-demon struggling to push himself back up, the silver-haired teen on his knees as he used his sword to shove the panther demon general’s hand off of him. With a grunt he sliced through the demon’s flesh, skinning him of whatever cover he had over his bones, leaving the monster to let out an ungodly roar of pain as he lost a hand. “Yeah! You show him, Inuyasha!”
These people… were Irene’s friends.
Maria had been told so much about this Kagome by the wolf demons; she honestly thought they were building her up to be something a bit unrealistic with how much they praised her. She was an asian beauty, most definitely, but she was clearly younger than Irene. Inuyasha, too, didn’t seem half as incapable as Kōga liked to build him up as with his insults. He was doing pretty well against a demon of such big size and had even managed to break two barriers today.
Maria stared as Kagome rushed over to Inuyasha, the girl hurrying over and whispering something to him.
“The jewel shards are in his throat!” She said. Inuyasha grinned, looking up at the demon general confidently.
“Got’cha. I’ll get ‘em back. You just get Irene and the others out of here.”
She nodded. “O-Okay. Good luck!”
Kagome rushed over to where Miroku and Sango were rallying up the humans, the girl picking up her discarded bow and quiver of arrows. She slung them over her shoulder, battle ready, and waved an arm.
“Alright, people! Stick together and run for it! Come on, this way!”
Without further instruction, the humans started to scream and made a break for it, pushing past each other in an attempt to escape. Tōran’s expression lit up with rage and she pointed at the runaways, ordering the remaining lower class panthers to attack.
“Stop them!” She shouted. “Don’t let them escape! Grab the sacrifice!”
The humans were brought to an abrupt halt as the panthers cut off their path of escape, and Maria quickly drew her sword when she saw some dare approach. Her hazel eyes narrowed, the female human getting into a stance, more than ready to fight. Saun let out a small howl from behind her, eyes gazing at her with concern as he carried Irene on his back.
“Take her away.” Maria ordered. “I won’t let them past me.”
Kōga huffed. “Like I’m leaving you here alone.” The wolf demon chief grinned and flexed his claws, getting into a stance beside her. “We’ll fight them together.”
With brown eyes fierce and expression aghast, Kagome marched forward and pushed her way through the other humans. She glared down at the demon panthers.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” She demanded. “Aren’t we supposed to be your live sacrifices!? Put away your weapons! You’re not supposed to kill us!”
Oh. The panther demons that were about to swing at the humans and the wolf demons paused, realizing she had a point, and Maria could only watch with impressed eyes as the girl fearlessly pushed her way through the demons, forcing them to make a path.
“Now move!”
“Would you look at her go?” Ginta beamed. “Sister Kagome is so cool!”
Hakkaku nodded proudly. “That’s our gal!”
Kōga marched forward, fangs baring in frustration. “Alright, don’t just stand there! Move! Clear the way for her!” Maria hummed and nodded her head at that, before charging forward and slashing with her blade as Kōga and the rest of the wolves started attacking. “Hyah! Take that, bastards!”
Saun dashed off with Irene, following Kagome and the rest of the humans to safety. Sango and Miroku helped out, the hiraikotsu swinging through the air and taking out several panthers at once, while Miroku used his sutras and staff to purify some of them.
“This would be,” Sango began, catching her hiraikotsu and ducking out of the way to aim a kick at a nearby panther, “a lot easier,” she slammed the corner of her hiraikotsu into another’s face, “with Kirara!”
“Agreed!” Miroku breathed. He hit a demon hard in the side of the neck with the base of his staff and jumped back, wincing when a claw raked his back. “Gah-!”
“Miroku!”
“Fox Fire!” A voice suddenly called out, startling them both, and they looked up to see a ball of green flame latch onto the demon who had hurt the monk. “Take that, you jerks!”
Sango and Miroku looked up to see Hachi standing atop Kirara’s back, waving several fans of encouragement at them, cheering them on, with Shippō on the cat demon’s head. Sango blinked, a relieved smile crossing her face. “Everyone!”
“Heeey!” Hachi greeted. “We finally found you!”
Miroku grinned. “Help has arrived! Come on, let’s go!”
“Yes!” Sango dashed forward and leapt up into the air, using Miroku’s hands as a springboard, and spinning around she let loose the hiraikotsu, letting it tear into the panther demon forces without restraint. Kirara flew downwards, catching her before she could land back on the ground, and raising a hand up Sango caught her weapon as it doubled back towards her. Determination had taken over her fear now, the female warrior ready to battle as much as it takes. “We have to catch up with Irene and Kagome! Anastasia’s gone missing!”
“What!?” Shippō almost shrieked. “She’s actually here!? I thought that was just guessing!”
Slashing at several more demons, Miroku allowed himself to be pulled up by Sango onto Kirara, the male positioning himself behind her. “No, it appears we were right to worry about her. She was helping the panthers ready Irene for sacrifice. Had Sesshōmaru not done whatever he did… I fear Irene would not be with us still. She might not be with us still if we don’t hurry.”
Kirara picked up pace upon hearing that, Sango swinging the hiraikotsu once more and catching it. Half the foes were down by now. Shippō paled, Hachi himself looking quite scared.
“Wh-What do you mean?” The raccoon dog asked. “Was she not saved?”
“What’s Sesshōmaru got to do with this!?” Shippō exclaimed, alarmed. “He’s a bad guy, too, you know!”
“I don’t know.” Sango said, voice firm. “But whatever he did seemed to snap Irene out of the spell she was under, which let her escape and break the barrier. But because she broke the barrier… I’m not sure she’s okay.”
It was one thing to have her dear friend be injured and then rescued, it was another to have her be injured, rescued, and completely worn out due to using the insanely powerful Shikigami spirits. Her body couldn’t keep up with those spells; if her using it to break free caused her body to finally give way… no. No, Sango isn’t thinking about it. She’s had too many scares today already.
She had… She had given up once today already. Not again.
Not ever again.
Notes:
Hopefully these two were worth the wait. Sorry about that.
What do you guys think?
Chapter 23: Two Sisters Reunited And The Two Swords Of The Fang
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Fifty years ago the panther demons invaded the western lands that Sesshōmaru’s father had owned.
They had learned of his death and came to slaughter his people, to steal his lands, but in the end turned tail and fled. So many lives had been lost that day and, though he had both arms then, he lacked the power to properly defeat them. Sesshōmaru, who had been gifted with the tenseiga, a sword of healing that could not cut down his enemies, needed the other sword that had been forged from his father’s fang.
The tetsusaiga.
He needed it, but he did not have the ability to wield it. Even though he could draw out its true strength and use it to its fullest potential… it rejected him. Why?
Father, why did you leave me with the tenseiga?
Standing in silence, Sesshōmaru was completely still, golden eyes watching as his half-brother sent the panther general sprawling down hard on his back. The corpse was so old and little more than rotten flesh and bone; without a sacrifice there was no possible way it could fight back.
It wasn’t even a threat- in fact, Inuyasha having so much trouble with it only proved more how much of a disgrace he was to their proud bloodline.
“G-Give me blood… and a soul…” The panther general wheezed, clawing at the ground with his one remaining hand. “Give them to me…”
“We will!” Tōran promised, stepping forward towards her master. Her expression was pleading, hands balling into fists as the worst seemed to come to light. “Please, just wait a little longer! I promise you; I will bring you the heads of our enemies on a platter!”
Everything was going to be fine. It had to be. Anastasia merely grew scared and ran away; she wasn’t going to take Irene and leave with her. Their master was still the benevolent person the demons knew him as. The mortal priestess was wrong.
Turning around and taking a deep breath, Tōran leveled Sesshōmaru and Inuyasha with a hateful stare. The half-demon scoffed upon seeing this, getting into another stance and pointing the tetsusaiga at her.
“Now, listen here,” He began with a glare, baring his fangs, “I don’t give a damn about who your master is. You aren’t using human flesh and blood to resurrect him! Whether it’s Irene or Kagome, or any of my friends, or even those villagers! I will stop you.”
“You can try.” She hissed, grasping the sword she kept sheathed at her hip. “We will bring our master back to full strength, and you will be the first sacrifice.”
“Keh!” Inuyasha scoffed. “You might not feel that way after you taste how sharp my blade is!”
The demon lord, Sesshōmaru, watched in silence as the half-demon jumped off the ground when Tōran encased the earth in ice. Wielding a katana in one hand and an ice spear in the other, it was clear that the demoness was not in a pleasant mood. She slashed at Inuyasha and the half-demon blocked it, pushing her back with his sword and cursing at her, swinging the tetsusaiga and forcing her to jump away.
Bringing it high above his head, Inuyasha let loose a battle cry and demonic energy crackled around them, swirling around his blade.
“Wind Scaaaaar!”
Tōran’s eyes widened and she leapt out of the way, large bursts of demonic lightning streaking across the battlefield. The woman watched as Karan and Shunran narrowly avoided the attack, while Shūran was on the other side of the field, swinging his fists at the ground and tearing up the earth, electricity flickering around him and nearly shocking Inuyasha. “Take this! Hrah! Ha! Gruaaah!”
“Over here, big guy!” Inuyasha taunted, leaping up and using the man’s back as a springboard. He shoved Shunran hard on his front and sailed through the air, swinging at Karan when she got too close with her flames. “Have a bite of this, why don’tcha!?”
“Shunran!”
“On it!” The spring sorceress responded, grinning widely as she brought her hands forward, a whirlwind of flowers spinning around her. She laughed as Inuyasha got caught within it, the half-demon spinning around with a sleeve held over his face. “Ahahaha! Like the flowers? They were picked out special for you!”
“Daaamn iiit!” He raged.
Holding his breath, he swung the sword in an arc- spinning and trying to get someone hit by the blade. Suddenly the wind was knocked out of him and Inuyasha gasped, face planting into the earth as Shūran sat on his back, the large demon pinning him down.
Shūran made sure to grab Inuyasha’s wrists, so the half-demon couldn’t go wildly swinging his sword anymore. “Let me go!”
“What’s the matter?” The male demon taunted, Shunran giggling in the background.
Karan smirked, walking over until she was standing beside Inuyasha’s head, palms alight with flames. Tōran sheathed her sword, looking quite pleased by her siblings teamwork, blue eyes flashing dangerously as she stared down at Inuyasha.
Shūran added more pressure, leaning down with a smug grin. “Can’t you use your sword like this?”
That was when they could hear the footsteps.
They barely turned in time to see Sesshōmaru swinging the tōkijin, a large blast of energy surging outwards and exploding upon impact- tearing apart the buildings around them and sending everyone crash landing into debris. Had he aimed his blast any lower, Sesshōmaru would have taken out all the demons and Inuyasha.
And though the half-demon was now freed from his spot on the ground and was no longer pinned, he still had to push all the rubble off his form, body aching just slightly as he moved. A small groan escaped his lips, Inuyasha blinking a couple times and looking up when he heard his half-brother approaching him. Inuyasha noted that the tōkijin was glowing with an ominous blue light, Sesshōmaru’s cold stare boring deep into his own frustrated one.
Inuyasha narrowed his eyes, glaring. “I told you not to interrupt!”
“Stay there where you are.” The demon lord ordered, angered eyes betraying the calm exterior he wore. “These demons belong to me.”
“Keh!” Inuyasha scoffed, forcing himself up onto his feet. He leaned against tetsusaiga, holding the sword tightly with both hands. “Not this time. You’re the one who’ll have to back down!”
That was the wrong thing to say.
The half-demon’s eyes widened when the tōkijin began to shake. Inuyasha barely had enough time to bring the tetsusaiga up to block the blow aimed at his face, Sesshōmaru’s voice echoing through the air like a sharp dagger, cutting clean and deep into his bones.
“Enough!”
Demonic energy crackling and bearing down on him, Inuyasha had no choice but to use both hands to try and fend off the demon lord. Teeth gritting together, the teen pushed with all his strength and shouted, shoving the enraged tōkijin away.
“No chance!”
Footsteps pounding hard against the ground, Inuyasha swung.
“Outta my way!”
Sesshōmaru sidestepped the blow and watched the tetsusaiga slam against the earth, the half-demon too slow in his attacks against someone as experienced as him. From the background Jaken let out an exasperated sigh, sweat beading nervously down the sides of his face as he brought a clawed hand up to his forehead. “Why can’t they just join forces instead of fighting each other!? It always ends up like this!”
They really were related. It was hard to tell sometimes, but when they both got caught up in situations like this it was very obvious; the two were extremely hot-headed and temperamental. They just had different ways of showing it.
Tōkijin and tetsusaiga clanged against each other, dirt being kicked up by Inuyasha’s feet as he chased after Sesshōmaru whenever the demon lord dodged or blocked another attack. He was hardly attacking himself, merely avoiding Inuyasha’s sloppy swings, and waited for his moment of opportunity to pin the half-demon once again, Inuyasha using both hands to hold up his blade as Sesshōmaru forced tōkijin down upon him.
“Back… down!” Inuyasha growled, heels digging painfully into the ground as he tried to keep his balance. Sesshōmaru merely stared at him, lips tilting downwards just slightly, voice low and expression dark.
“I don’t need any help from you.”
“Oh, yeah!?” Inuyasha bit out, managing to leap away before the tōkijin could break through his guard and slice him in half. The half-demon slumped his shoulders, breathing heavily, palms becoming a little sweaty. “Well, I didn’t ask for yours either! I told you I came here to get Irene back, didn’t I!? Fuck off!”
They two brothers were standing a short bit aways from the great panther demon general now, staring each other down as they threatened to go back into another fight. The general let out a hungry roar, clawing at the ground and begging for blood. Karan and her siblings watched Inuyasha and Sesshōmaru, eyes wide with shock.
“A-Are they both out of their minds?” The fire user asked, eyebrows rising high on her face.
“It’s hard to believe they’re brothers!” Shunran exclaimed, hands curled closed to her chest. “Are they really the sons of the dog general?”
Shūran blinked, shaking his head, gaping at them. “What in the world are they thinking?”
“If they’re fighting each other,” Tōran began, thoughts running wild as she tried to figure out what was wrong with their family, “that means we must stay united.”
Suddenly an idea struck her. Tōran leaned forward, a grin spreading across her lips.
“Let’s combine our powers- and strike them all at once while they’re distracted!”
Her siblings seemed to like that idea, all sharing similar smiles and mischievous stares. Shunran giggled, “Alright, let’s do it!”
“Yeah!” Shūran stood up straight.
He flexed his arms, electricity flickering around his large form, wrapping around the whirlwind of flowers that was starting to spin around them. Karan cackled loudly, the flames that were enveloping her body being carried into the vortex of power, a blizzard soon joining as Tōran extended her arms out to her sides.
“This is gonna be great!” Karan cheered. “You guys ready?”
The spiral of energy and power flowed through the air above them, spinning and swirling about, reaching up to the sky. It was so large it caught the attention of the panther demon general, whose hungry eyes turned towards it. “G-Give… me life!”
“Yes, Master!” Tōran said, flashing him a smile over her shoulder. “Please, be patient! We shall offer you their souls in but a moment!”
The panther general’s eyes flashed an acidic green, the demon lashing out with his decrepit claw angrily. “Give me your soul!” He roared, and the demoness yelped and ducked down, barely managing to avoid the incoming attack. Her eyes went wide and she whirled her head around in horror, hearing the pained screams of her beloved siblings.
Karan, Shunran, Shūran-
They had all been sliced apart by their master’s claws, bellies and backs split wide open. Their powers left their bodies as they screamed, the life leaving them slowly as the panther general absorbed them, eating up their souls greedily. Tōran collapsed to her knees, shaking as her mind struggled to process what just happened.
“N-No… this isn’t…” This isn’t real. There was no way he actually did that. Her blue eyes drifted up to her master, stinging with the foreign sensation of tears. “H-How could you…?”
Sesshōmaru and Inuyasha finally ceased their fighting upon hearing the screams, turning to see the panther demon general regain his form. The vortex of powers he had inhaled seemed to swirl around him, his rotten skin gradually recovering and obtaining a more healthy complexion.
Fur sprouted from the flesh, muscle and sinew wrapping around his bones and strengthening him. The panther demon general seemed to get even larger in size, empty sockets becoming a nasty shade of yellow. Standing up, finally able to move decently on his own, the demon let out a bloodthirsty roar.
Inuyasha was horrified. “H-He just devoured his own kin…”
The demon focused his gaze on them, snarling as drool dripped from his lips. “Sons of the dog general… you’re next.” He seemed completely unbothered by the bodies of the clansmen he just slaughtered, not at all paying attention to Tōran as she hovered over her siblings bodies.
“This isn’t real, this isn’t real,” She muttered, shakily reaching out and touching one of them, “this can’t be…! Master wouldn’t- no. No, no, no…”
Tōran could barely breathe. It was as if her lungs had forgotten how to work, struggling to intake oxygen as she gasped and choked back the strange sensation painfully building up in her throat. Anastasia had ran away and their master- in order to revive himself- killed Tōran’s family. The one thing she had never thought could be stolen from her.
And now they were gone… just like that.
Was her master always this cruel? Did she just never notice?
Irene had warned her that this would happen… that foolish mortal said that their master would betray them, that he wouldn’t recognize who they were anymore. She worked with spirits- she would know what would happen if they revived a vengeful soul! But because of her desire for revenge, to see her master again, Tōran let her siblings be killed like this. She failed them. Her beloved siblings…
Tōran hunched over, choking back a sob, air coming out in stuttered breaths.
The panther demon general turned, facing the two half-brothers with angry eyes. “Dogs…! You will now feel the full extent of my wrath!”
“I think it’s about time you wake up from that dream you seem to be stuck in!” Inuyasha barked. “Maybe my sword can help you!?”
He leapt out of the way when the demon general swung, watching as Sesshōmaru took that opportunity to swing with tōkijin. The demon general roared as the energy crackled along his body and swung out his arm, nearly batting the demon lord away. Sesshōmaru avoided this easily, landing on his feet gracefully, and Inuyasha charged forward with a yell.
“I said outta my way!” The half-demon raised tetsusaiga high, demonic energy swirling around the blade and shooting outwards. Streaks of lightning shot outwards, reaching deep into the ground and tearing at its surroundings. “Wind Scaaar!”
Inuyasha grinned when he saw the attack connect, recollecting his stance and watching the demon be pushed back.
“Dead on.”
Or… wait. Hold on- .
Inuyasha’s eyes widened when he saw the smoke clear, the panther demon general totally unscathed. The demon chuckled at the teen, sharp teeth lined up in a terrifying smile. “No such luck.”
…
It’s warm.
It’s warm and I can breathe, and someone has their arms wrapped around me. I can hear their heartbeat. This sensation… it’s so familiar.
My eyelashes fluttered briefly, body struggling to wake up completely, and I realized a pair of hands were holding me upright. There was something almost heartwrenching about it, pulling at my emotions and causing an ache to form in my chest.
Slowly, though it hurt to do so, I opened my eyes and blinked away the grogginess, waiting until my vision cleared. I could see Sango kneeling down in front of me, nebulizer turned on with her holding the mouthpiece up to my face, the outlet machine a bit scratched in a few places.
“...ene?” I heard a voice say. It wasn’t hers. “Irene!”
A small fox demon bounded up to me, tears in his green eyes, Shippō placing his little hands on my knees.
“You’re awake! Oh, thank goodness- don’t ever do that again, okay?” He sniffled, leaning forward and hugging my leg. “W-We were so scared! They took you away a-and then when we found you, y-you were all beat up and unconscious, a-and you were barely breathing, and we thought you were dead!”
I couldn’t say anything in response. I felt so dazed and exhausted, I could only nod tiredly to his words, eyelids drooping once more. My right hand was trembling as I lifted it up, and it took all the remaining strength I had to rest it atop his head.
Shippō tensed, looking up at me with a quivering bottom lip. His fingers were pulling tightly at my shirt hem, the boy trying his darndest not to break down. He was… really worried about me, huh?
“Irene, a-are you gonna be okay?”
I couldn’t speak. Sango took a deep breath and answered for me, not giving any room for doubt. “Of course she is, Shippō! This is Irene we’re talking about.”
“...Yes.” That voice- I almost jumped at the sound of it, fear striking my heart momentarily as I lurched forward, head turning fearfully to stare behind me.
For a second I feared it was Anastasia ready to take my soul, to use Kanna or whatever spell she had up her sleeve to kill me, yet there was an actual face staring at me. A pale face covered with freckles, adorned with a pair of hazel green eyes. A brown starburst lined her pupils, proving only more as to who this person really was.
It was strange seeing this person’s gaze so watery, but as she smiled at me I found I couldn’t really care. “Irene will live.”
Had Sango not been holding it up so I could breathe, the nebulizer mouthpiece would have fallen out of my lips.
“Ma…” My voice was so hoarse and raspy; it didn’t sound like me at all. Yet I tried to speak anyway, legs numb and lungs throbbing. “M-Maria…?”
“Hey, there, short-stop.” She greeted, doing her best to keep things casual. “It’s been a while.”
It was… really her.
Maria kept her arms wrapped around my waist, my back against her armored chest being what was holding me upright. Beside her, curled around us, was a large wolf that normally would have had me extremely paranoid and unsettled, but I didn’t care. She was here.
Gods, how I wanted to whirl around and hug her so tight, to never let her go again, to make sure that this was actually reality. Unfortunately, my body had other plans and I coughed, slumping against her as Sango hurriedly made sure I was still intaking the medicine.
“So, if I understand this right...” Maria began, resting her head lightly against my own as she watched Sango and Shippō closely. “You guys are caring- ahem. You have been caring for Irene all this time? Lungs and all?”
“Yes!” Shippō nodded his head. He was sitting on my lap now, facing up to meet Maria’s stare. “Inuyasha found her and took her to the village a while back, and we’ve been friends ever since! She’s been really worried about you.”
The woman tightened her grip just a little on my injured form, showing her protectiveness all the while making sure she didn’t actually hurt me. “I see.”
Miroku let out a heavy sigh, walking over with his staff on the ground. He sat down, looking just as exhausted as the rest of them. His clothes were completely shredded; the poor man’s robe was barely clinging onto him, and Maria was surprised to note that they were covered in blood despite him having little wounds. “We’ve travelled all over the place, searching for you and the missing jewel shards.”
Maria watched him set the staff down, the monk shifting to his knees. He continued to speak all the while, yet his actions earned him many strange looks from Sango and Shippō.
“Irene is a very dear friend of ours and so many times she has helped us in the past, yet when she needed it most…”
He pressed his palms to the ground, leaning over and bowing to Maria in apology, giving her his deepest respects. His eyebrows furrowed, a deep frown adorning his face.
“...we were unable to rescue her. It took an enemy of ours to free her from that barrier. I am… truly sorry. As her sister, I understand if you can never forgive us for putting her in such danger.”
“M-Miroku...” Sango stammered, stunned, before pain flickered across her expression and she bowed her head as well. “I-yes… he’s right. We failed to protect her. I failed to protect her. I want nothing more than to keep her safe, but… this still happened. I’m so sorry.”
Shippō was startling to look a little freaked out, curling closer to my stomach and furiously blinking away tears. “W-We never meant for her to get kidnapped! W-We’re always getting into danger and stuff, b-but nothing this bad has ever happened before! I-If it weren’t for Anastasia, I bet those stupid cat demons wouldn’t have even come after her!”
He tugged at my arm, trying to get me to react. I was silent, brain not quite focusing on anything. I was zoning out, despite my best attempts to listen.
“I-Irene, you’ve gotta be okay! Okay? Maria is here now! You’re safe again!”
Suddenly the villagers started screaming, Kagome running over and calling out to the group before Maria could collect her thoughts and figure out how to respond to their apology.
“The panthers’ master is alive!” The middle schooler cried, dashing over with a first-aid kit in her hands. She had been checking on all the people to make sure they were unharmed when the commotion began. “What do you think happened?”
Miroku sat up and turned, staring at the Panther General as it shot out some kind of electricity from his claws- towards what he could only assume to be Sesshōmaru and Inuyasha. “Irene is here, as well as the villagers, so where did he get a live sacrifice?”
Kōga snorted from beside Kirara, leaning against the cat demon with crossed arms. “Maybe he had some fresh dog meat?”
Kagome gasped, horrified. “Don’t say things like that!”
Well, fuck. Maria thought, staring up at the giant creature in the distance and then down at me, who was on the verge of falling back asleep. This isn’t going to be fun.
…
The panther demon general was more of a threat than either of the brothers would care to admit.
Their attacks did little to no damage, as if his body were made out of steel rather than flesh, and he held all three powers of Tōran’s deceased siblings. On top of that, he also had his own natural ability- so he was giving them quite a bit of trouble.
It had gotten to the point where the demon detached his claws from his fingers and shot them outwards like bullets, five on one hand launching at Inuyasha and the other five soaring towards Sesshōmaru.
Inuyasha had managed to deflect four of them fairly decently before he got hit, losing his footing as the trajectory of the fifth one had been slightly off compared to the rest. The half-demon yelled as he was sent flying, crashing hard into a nearby broken building. Debris fell over him, leaving him struggling to get out.
Sesshōmaru, on the other hand, didn’t have nearly as much trouble deflecting the projectile claws more as he was trying to deal damage- his tōkijin not leaving so much as a scratch on the panther demon.
In the middle of this Tōran remained hovered over her siblings, shielding their corpses with her body as best as she was able, knowing it was futile yet was too swallowed in her grief to let them go. She mourned them and watched as the half-brothers battled, Jaken hiding on the sidelines cheering on his lord. Batting away the final projectile Sesshōmaru lunged forward, approaching the demon with a growl.
“Perish!”
He made to swing the tōkijin, transferring even more of his power into the sword, yet it was still useless compared to the revived demon’s unpenetrable body. The panther demon moved and slashed with the horn protruding out of his forehead, smacking Sesshōmaru hard on the front and sending him flying. Jaken let out a terrified shriek when he saw this, rushing over to check on him as his lord rarely got injured in battle.
Sometime mid-fall Sesshōmaru collected himself, flipping and landing on one knee, white pant leg and fur boa skidding across the dirty ground as the pressure from the blow forced him backwards.
“L-Lord Sesshōmaru!” Jaken wailed, stopping by his side. “Are you alright!?”
The panther demon laughed maliciously at their antics, amused by the half-brothers’ attempts to defeat him. Raising his hands in the air, claws already having regenerated, he pointed at them. “You shall be my next victim, sons of the dog general! Your powers will be one with my flesh!”
Finally removing himself from the rubble, Inuyasha came running right up at the panther demon, angry battle cry giving away his position. The demon turned to see tetsusaiga right in his face, the blade doing no harm as Inuyasha flipped back from the recoil of the blow. Using the extra horns jutting out of the demon’s skull as footholds, Inuyasha leapt from one to another as he delivered hit-after-hit, determined to do some kind of damage to this foe.
He wasn’t sure why they weren’t leaving any scratches, but he bet it had something to do with the jewel shards that were stuck in the demon’s throat.
“L-Lord Sesshōmaru…?” Jaken stammered, frowning deeply. His lord still hadn’t gotten back up yet, and the imp was starting to grow nervous. “M-M’lord, are you, um, perhaps… hm?”
The imp paused, seeing the expression that the man was wearing. The demon lord was actually starting to look irritated, his jaw tightening as his lips curled back, fangs starting to show themselves as anger rose to the surface. Sesshōmaru wanted that panther demon dead and yet none of his attacks were doing damage. It was starting to grate on his nerves.
“Curse him…” Sesshōmaru growled, eyes flicking upwards to glare at the demon, red starting to bleed into the sclera of his eyes.
Standing and sheathing the tōkijin, the brilliant gold of his iris shifted into a more vibrant shade of blue. His demonic aura began to leak out at an incredible rate, startling Jaken and causing the imp to take several steps back, fearing for his life as a wind started to swirl around his lord, the great dog demon undergoing what he only knew could be a transformation. Sesshōmaru’s fangs grew longer and sharper, and the stripes on the sides of his face became more jagged and wild.
Sesshōmaru’s features themselves began to become something less humanoid and more demonic, showing his true nature and form, and as he flexed his fingers as his claws became even more deadly the man suddenly halted.
His blue eyes drifted to the sword pulsating at his hip. It wasn’t as aggressive as before, the tenseiga instead catching his attention with something more akin to a gentle suggestion. As he realized what it wanted, his eyes reverted back to their normal gold and he reeled back in his demonic aura, calming down considerably.
Tenseiga…
“You wish to be drawn again?”
This sword- it really made no sense to him. Just why did his father give it to him? He still didn’t understand.
Sesshōmaru rested a hand upon tenseiga gently, looking up and watching as the panther demon sent Inuyasha flying with another hit. His mind was questioning this fight in all its entirety, wondering what tenseiga could possibly be planning to do, when suddenly he realized.
Closing his eyes and stepping forward, he inhaled deeply and proceeded to watch as the panther demon approached his half-brother’s collapsed form.
Sensing his approach, the panther demon stopped and turned, looking at Sesshōmaru with big yellow eyes. The demon lord wasted no time in leaping up into the air, gripping the tenseiga and drawing it, eyes narrowed in on his targets. With the fang glowing a brilliant neon blue once more, Tōran, Inuyasha, and Jaken all observed in surprise as Sesshōmaru slashed through the air- seeming to cut through the demon and unleashing a blinding light.
“Wh-What was that?” Inuyasha gasped, staring from his spot on the ground. “The hell is…?”
His eyes flashed over to Jaken, seeing how the imp was shaking, and wondered if he knew what just happened. Then Inuyasha focused back on panther demon- who was frozen still as Sesshōmaru landed gracefully on the ground, the demon lord sheathing the tenseiga with a calm disposition. Snapping out of his surprise, the panther demon turned with an amused growl, snarling at Sesshōmaru.
“You can’t harm me with that useless sword.” He mocked. “It’s blade is far too dull.”
Sesshōmaru said nothing in response. He simply stood there as the demon approached, unperturbed as a large claw came his way.
Closing his eyes, he could hear the demon’s scream as light erupted abruptly from his body, the souls of the deceased returning to their original bodies. As the demon collapsed a large gust of wind blew by, sending Sesshōmaru’s long silver hair flowing with the breeze, his boa drifting at his side. The panther demon could be heard screaming, crying out and reaching towards the demon lord as he tried to make sense of the sudden events.
“M-My power…!” The demon wailed, body gradually degrading back into bones and rotting flesh. “What did you dooo!? My power… it’s leaving me!”
The panther demon clawed weakly at the ground beside Sesshōmaru’s form, trying to reach out towards him- as if killing him would solve his dilemma.
“G-Give it back… the souls…! Give me the souls!”
Sesshōmaru ignored him, calmly walking towards a stunned and very confused Inuyasha. “You finish him off with the tetsusaiga.” He ordered, not sparing him so much as a glance as he continued on his way.
Inuyasha huffed at his brother and swung his blade over his shoulder, scowling. “Like I need you to tell me what to do.”
Honestly, he couldn’t stand that bastard. The only reason he hasn’t lashed out and killed him yet was because of a promise he made to a friend- that was all. Sesshōmaru can go rot in hell for all he cared, but this was about survival. He would never “help” him. Heck, you could barely even call this “working together”.
Still… that bastard did do something to weaken the panther demon. The least Inuyasha can do now is get back the jewel shards, so that they don’t have to deal with this monster ever again. He needed to get back to his friends- he has to make sure Irene is alive.
The scent of her blood is everywhere.
And that was only making things worse, as the monster before them could smell it. The panther demon general stumbled forward in a blind rage, swinging his claws about in his desperation to take a life. “G-Give me a soooouuul!”
Tōran panicked and formed a spear of ice in her hand should he come near her siblings bodies, but before he could Inuyasha intervened.
“Get wrecked, ya big nasty.” He insulted, swinging tetsusaiga high as it swirled with demonic energy. “Wind Scaaaaaaar!”
The wind and demonic energy twisted through the air, several large streaks of bright lightning shooting outwards and tearing into the earth, ripping through the corpse of the panther demon general. Hitting him dead on, the demon was sent sprawling onto his back, arms and legs deteriorating into nothing.
Inuyasha waited until the smoke cleared to make his way over, hopping onto the undead corpse’s armored torso and approaching its neck.
“B-Blood…” The demon gurgled, gazing at Inuyasha with starving eyes. “...give it… to me…”
The half-demon met his stare coldly, not saying a word as he shoved the tetsusaiga into the corpse’s throat. Yanking it out, the jewel shards came flying and he quickly caught them, letting out a small sigh of relief as he held them in the palm of his hand.
He glanced down at Tōran, grinning slightly. “Hope ya don’t mind, but I’m taking these back. Thanks.”
She tightened her grip on her spear of ice, several pained emotions flashing through her eyes, and she looked like she was contemplating attacking him when suddenly she heard a groan.
Surprise flashing across her face, she whirled around to see Shūran groggily open his eyes, his chest rising-and-falling without warning as he was revived.
He saw Tōran watching him and stared, confused. “T… Tōran?”
Shunran, from her spot across her brother’s stomach, blinked. Her big green eyes were full of life. “What is… going on?”
The third sibling, Karan, shot up onto her knees with a loud gasp, red orbs wide as she looked around frantically, trying to make sense of what was going on. Karan looked as though she had just had a nightmare.
Tōran seemed to choke on air, the emotion in her chest swelling up and nearly overwhelming her. The spear in her hand dropped to the ground and disintegrated, the demoness bringing a hand up to her lips. “Y… You’re all alive?”
Her words slowly reaching them, the trio began to move, Shūran and Shunran sitting up while Karan stumbled up onto her feet in an attempt to stand. “Wh-What in the hell… just happened to us?”
“Yeah,” Their brother agreed, stunned, “I was… I was sure the master had killed us all.”
Shunran hung her head, resting on her knees as she brought a hand up to her stomach- which had been torn open moments before. “That… did happen, didn’t it? I remember that, too. But… if we’re here then… did someone save us?”
“It was none other than Lord Sesshōmaru!”
The siblings stopped talking when Jaken marched up, his nasally voice catching their attention. Inuyasha plopped down on the chest of the new corpse, crossing his legs and watching in silence as the reunion took place. He wanted to know just as much as the rest of them what the heck his brother did that revived them; he wasn’t supposed to have the heart to bring others back to life, after all, so this was a really weird situation.
“Your own master took your lives,” Jaken continued, explaining very seriously what occurred, “but Lord Sesshōmaru used his sword, the tenseiga, to bring you back to life!”
Tōran sat there in shock, eyes growing wide. “He… saved them?”
Karan, on the other hand, didn’t seem quite as grateful. Anger lit up her expression and she grit her teeth, looking ready to fight. “That mutt did?”
“How about a show of gratitude!?” Jaken snapped. The siblings blinked and watched as the imp turned around, trying to locate his master. “Isn’t that right, Lord Sesshōma-huh? Where’d he go?”
Jaken spun in a circle for a moment, trying to locate him, before his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. He quickly took off, chasing after the demon lord.
“Oh, please don’t leave me behind again! Wait for me, M’lord!”
The siblings stared after them, not quite sure how to react or feel about this new information. The four demons glanced at each other, pondering their next course of action, and Tōran was just about to speak up when Inuyasha suddenly cut her off, speaking up from behind them from his spot on their master’s corpse.
“So,” He began casually, sword slung lazily over his shoulder, “wanna pick up where we left off? What do you think you should do now?”
Tōran’s eyes were filled with so much emotion; uncertainty and confusion, gratitude and disbelief, joy and sadness. They all mixed together, messing with her in a way she’s never felt before. In all her centuries of living, this kind of thing never happened to her. Closing her eyes, Tōran let a small smile spread across her lips.
“No…” She said softly, glancing at her siblings with a gentle expression, “we shall return to the west where we belong.”
They’ve never looked more alive in her eyes. Skin so full of color, hearts beating out of time with another. Love and warmth flooded through her, filling her with such gratitude.
“Our war is finished.” Tōran declared, seeing the concern her siblings were wearing. She glanced back at Inuyasha. “There’s no more reason for us to seek our revenge. You brothers have done us a great service.”
Inuyasha began to stand, sheathing the tetsusaiga.
“You can tell Sesshōmaru I said that.”
The half-demon huffed at those words, hopping down from the giant corpse. “We’re not exactly a close-knit family, if you know what I mean.”
Tōran chuckled at that. “Just tell him the next time you see him, and…”
Inuyasha paused, glancing over his shoulder when she made to speak again. Tōran’s expression was an indescribable one, though the teen felt no ill will coming from her. If anything, as she looked back at her siblings one more time and then focused on him, he’d dare say she looked almost… guilty.
“If it’s alright with you, I would like to speak with Irene one more time. There’s something we must discuss.”
…
Day was breaking.
Curled up against Kirara, burrowed under a thick blanket with Shippō sleeping near my chest, I could feel the light peering in through my eyelids, forcing me to awaken.
I wasn’t quite sure when I had passed out, as the last time I had been awake it was still in the middle of the night, but now the sun was rising and the majority of the villagers were bustling about quietly- getting to work in trying to pick up the damage that had occurred to the town.
At first I was afraid, seeing some of the less-humanoid panther demons and thinking we were under attack, until I realized that the demons were actually helping out. They were keeping their distance, as the humans were very much scared and wary of them, and a lot of whispering could be heard, but they helped.
They carried the larger and heavier debris, getting them out of the way so actual progress could be made. It was… strange.
I was very confused over what happened and, for a moment, I thought I was dreaming. I would have actually believed that this was a dream had it not been for the intense pain flooding through me, lungs burning and throat simultaneously raw and parched.
Moving was also a challenge, and with Shippō so close I didn’t want to risk waking him. A part of me also just… wanted to stay still.
Relaxing against Kirara’s fur and closing my eyes, I focused on breathing- on basking in this momentary sense of security. It was so quiet, so peaceful… it made me wonder how the final battle played out. I was saved- somehow- and I guess the panther demons had a change of heart? Probably got some sense beat into them by Inuyasha.
Oh gods, the others-! My eyes snapped back open and I sat up, cringing and wrapping an arm around my stomach quickly. Frick, frick, ow…
Euuugh, that was not good. Easy. Breathe.
In-and-out. Stay calm.
Shippō stirred a little at my side, but he didn’t wake. Kirara was deep in slumber. Looking around with blurry vision, I could make out shapes- globs of color that slowly started to take proper form as I squinted, pupils adjusting to the lighting. I could see Kagome next to a dead campfire, the girl burrowed in a sleeping bag, with Hakkaku and Ginta sleeping nearby as if to guard her.
Beside her, curled up next to a very large wolf, was…
Maria.
She’s… really here. I feel like I already knew this, but still- to see her…
I’m so glad you’re safe…
Thank goodness. I wanted to walk over and wake her up, to talk to her, to see her face and ensure that it was her that was there- but I didn’t.
I sniffled a little, feeling my nose start to run as the tears worked their way back up, and I swallowed down the lump in my throat. Everything hurt like hell, but at least everyone seemed to be okay. All these people were sleeping with such peaceful expressions on their faces.
This felt like the longest battle yet, not to mention the most stressful one. I can only imagine how exhausted everyone is. And I…
I really needed to use my inhalers again. Damn it.
Seriously, what happened though? Were Tōran and her siblings still alive? I assume they failed to revive their master since I’m still here, so… were they just trying to make up for all the damage they caused to this village? I’m so lost.
I had no idea what happened prior to Shūran throwing me into Tōran’s arms, so everything between that conversation with her to me waking up here is a great big blank. Panic was even starting to take place of the small tranquility I felt.
Making sure not to disturb Shippō, Kirara, or even Sango, I grit my teeth and moved, pulling the blanket off slowly and staggering onto my feet. Wheezing a little as I stumbled sideways, I dragged my feet over to a familiar neon yellow backpack that was only a few feet away.
Opening it and rummaging inside, I was surprised to find the portable outlet and nebulizer inside- as normally it was the blue backpack Kagome kept it in. Deeper inside I found several water bottles, and I took the liberty of chugging one.
I muffled my coughs by shoving my face into my elbow, breathing uneven, but frick man- it was intense. Augh. Rubbing my chest lightly, trying to ease some of the pain, I used my inhalers next. That only made me dizzier and cough even more, as I had to hold my breath to ensure the medicine made its way into my lungs.
Once I had somewhat recovered I crawled over to a nearby bush where no one would see me, nature calling after having been imprisoned for almost an entire day. Once that was done, I crawled back over to the backpack- used some hand sanitizer, drank some more water, and collapsed.
I was so freaking hungry; it was taking all my self control not to eat up whatever Kagome had packed inside. Leaning onto the neon backpack I closed my eyes, waiting for the pounding in my skull to stop as I gradually started to drift back into sleep. Yesterday was just way too much and…
Oh. Wait, what just happened?
For a moment everything had gone dark and when I opened my eyes again it was evening time, my face resting sideways in the crook of my arm, a pair of big amber eyes gazing at me in concern. That person wasn’t there a second ago… was he?
I blinked, confused. “I-Inu...yasha?”
“Hey.”
“...You made it.”
That was really all I could say. I knew he and the others came to rescue me; it would be against their personalities to not do so. They were such kind people and… we were a team. A group. Friends. No one ever got left behind. And yet- the guilt was still there. They were put through so much to help me.
Inuyasha leaned over, squatting down with his knuckles pressed against the ground, and a scowl formed on his face.
“What?” He grouched. “Did you seriously think I’d let those assholes kill you?”
A weak chuckle escaped my lips at that. “N-No, I just… I’m glad.”
Inuyasha blinked, having not expected that response. I yawned and rested my head back on my arms, finding this bumpy backpack quite comfortable.
“I was… really scared…”
The half-demon said nothing, staring for a moment before folding his hands into his kimono sleeves. His amber eyes darted out to the side, then turned back to me. “I kinda figured. You always freak out over the smallest thing. Honestly, you’re such a scaredy-cat sometimes.”
Heh… yeah. I really am. Inuyasha, hearing my silence, let out an exasperated sigh and plopped down on his rear, leaning back with his palms pressed against the ground.
“You’re such a pain, you know that?” He said. I remained silent, eyes becoming half-lidded as I stared solemnly into nothing, merely listening to the lecture that I knew was coming. “Do you know how much trouble we went through to get you back? Like honestly; it should be a full-time job at this point! I’m gonna have to start charging you fees if you keep this up.”
I didn’t respond at first, knowing that anything I could say would only anger him as it would mostly be apologies. I didn’t understand why he hated them so much, but I guess it was because I always apologized too often. It was a hard habit to break. “...Okay.”
That was the only thing I could think of. It seemed neutral enough and it wasn’t an apology, so it should placate him. I sort of deserved the scolding anyway, considering all the danger everyone got put in because of me. I can still remember Miroku’s burned form, the monk nearly having died a few hours ago due to a certain demon’s lightning powers.
“I still have the money from those people, so…” My voice was dull, tired, and hoarse. Speaking was still so painful. “You can have it. I never used it, so-”
“That’s not the point!” Inuyasha suddenly snapped.
I blinked, nearly jumping had I not been so exhausted. I raised my head up, staring at the half-demon as he glared at me. His eyes were so expressive; the rage on his face was plain to see, but his amber orbs were… different. Worried.
“Do you always have to take everything so seriously?” He demanded. “I’m sayin’ you should thank me, damn it!”
“...Oh. Oh! Ooh…”
That made sense. Inuyasha watched as the realization dawned on me and he groaned, hanging his head. “You’re a fucking moron, Irene. I swear.”
Instead of being offended or hurt, I actually found my heart becoming lighter at those words. A trembling smile formed its way onto my lips, a weak yet genuine chuckle escaping me. “Sorry.”
My eyes widened.
“Oops. Sorry. Ack-” I bit my tongue, flinching as I kept accidentally apologizing. Inuyasha sighed and shifted all his weight back onto his feet, staring at me with a small grin as I brought my bloodied, bandaged hands up to my mouth. “I-I can’t… um, words.”
“You’re fine.” He then raised a finger, pointing it at me in a warning. “This time only, though. I’m sick of you apologizing all the time. Say thank you instead. It’s less annoying.”
Ah. I guess that’s a good point. Still...
I lowered my head. It was my fault everyone got strung along into this mess; I had to take responsibility, didn’t I?
I sniffled, lowering my hands down to my very sore and aching throat. Inuyasha followed my movement closely, but didn’t speak a word. He merely watched. “Thanks for… saving me. Thank you.”
I was seriously very scared. My lips curled back, heart swelling up with emotion once more. I squeezed my eyes shut, ducking down as I tried to strangle the sob that was building up. Body shivering as a breeze blew by, I coughed and sniffled, fighting the urge to start bawling then and there. My poor lungs were stressed enough.
Frick, nope- oh gods, yup, I’m crying. Damn it. I hiccuped into my arms, starting to sob as I muttered “thank you” over and over again. Inuyasha looked like a deer-in-the-headlights, very much not prepared for this sort of situation.
“W-Why are you- okay. You know what? I give up. I can never tell with you.” He huffed, awkwardly patting me on the back as if that would fix everything. “Just… let it out, I guess? It’s okay.”
But… it really isn’t. Nothing is okay.
I’m not okay.
All this time I’ve been telling myself that I was fine, that everything was going to be fine. But it couldn’t have been further from the truth. From the moment my lung problems started years ago I had become a liar, withdrawing myself and distancing myself from the pain and the sheer terror that my severe asthma brought me.
I was terrified of death; I was scared of it more than anything and I knew- I just knew- that it was going to come for me soon. I can feel it.
Deep in my chest, in my heart and in my aching lungs. It was a warning.
And I was a coward; a deciever who doesn’t even know what she did to obtain such wonderful friends. And because of me, who was so sickly and weak I couldn’t do anything on my own, they had ended up getting badly hurt. They were thrust into danger they should have never been in, risking their lives trying to save me. Someone who was going to die soon anyway.
I just…
I’m to the point where I’m not even sure if I want to go home anymore. All I want is my big sister.
I want a moment of peace with her and my friends, and a day to relax in Kaede’s village. All this stress and all these emotions were just too much for me; it felt like I was suffocating, being pulled beneath the surface as more and more pressure overloaded on top of me. My body didn’t want to move.
“Inuyasha?” A voice suddenly appeared from the right and, hearing the familiar jingling of rings, I knew it to be Miroku.
Blinking fiercely as I quietly sobbed, doing my best to muffle the painful hiccups, I forced my head to turn so I could look at the monk. He was dressed in a white juban, torn robes most likely put away until they could be mended, and he was carrying his staff at his side.
His indigo eyes widened when he saw us. “Irene! Are you okay?”
He hurried over, kneeling down and hovering a hand in the air.
“Are you in pain?” Miroku asked worriedly, eyebrows furrowing together. “Shūran and Anastasia didn’t hurt you too badly, did they? Is there anything we can do?”
His hand barely touched my shoulder before I was clinging to him, wrapping my arms weakly around his waist as I cried into his chest. It was my fault he had gotten burned as badly as he did earlier; it was my fault all of this had happened.
Miroku and Inuyasha were both startled by my behavior, as the monk was typically the one person I avoided getting too physically close to due to his perverted tendencies, but at the moment I just didn’t care. I was scared, and guilt-ridden, and terrified, and I really didn’t want to die or see any of them die.
My heart just… can’t handle another death.
I don’t think my body could withstand the heartbreak either. If Naraku and Anastasia went so far as to interact with the Panther Demon Tribe to get my soul, who could tell what they’d aim for next? Would they attack Kaede’s village again? What about Maria? They could decide to go after her instead, like they had originally planned, though use her as bait instead to get me to give up my soul to them. They wanted the Shikigami, after all, for whatever reason.
My fingers dug into the white cloth, teeth grinding tightly together as I hugged Miroku tight. “I’m sorry…!”
You all went through so much trouble to save me. If this happens again your kindness might just be in vain, as I probably won’t even survive the encounter.
“I-I’m sorry…”
Miroku, recovering from the initial shock of me actually embracing him, relaxed. He set the buddhist staff down and wrapped his arms around me, for once respecting my boundaries and holding me close, allowing me to cry and apologize all I needed. He knew I needed this; he knew I needed a hug.
As much of a creep he could be, he was also a friend. A good one- who knew when to be serious. Placing a hand on the back of my head, his other wrapped carefully around my shoulders.
“We’re here, Irene,” He murmured, “it’s okay.”
But I might not be here soon.
And that’s what scared me most.
If you guys went through all this effort to get me back, who worried so much over me, how would you react to my death…?
Miroku smiled sadly at me as I sobbed, hiccups and harsh coughs being the only sounds to escape at this point. Inuyasha blinked and awkwardly looked away, not quite sure what to do in this situation as I failed to calm down, the waterworks still flowing.
The half-demon’s eyes widened when he saw someone approaching, the person’s footsteps light. The voice that spoke had me jolt, brain somehow still half-convinced it was the villain that wanted my soul rather than the person I had been searching so long for.
“Irene…”
I hiccuped and pulled away from the monk, looking at Maria with big eyes. With the softest of expressions, she held her arms out. Seeing the way I was about to topple over when I tried to stand, Miroku kept his hands on my shoulders to hold me steady. With a shaky breath, I turned towards Maria and stumbled blindly towards her, ignoring the way my numb legs seemed ready to give out and how my lungs and raw throat were screaming at me.
With a strangled cry I collapsed against her chest, arms wrapping around her waist and my head bumping against her chest armor. “M… Maria-!”
Her hands wrapped gingerly around my broken form, fingers slowly running through the short strands of my hand as her nails raked lightly against my back in an all-too-familiar comforting fashion. “I’ve missed you so much,” She whispered, “don’t ever disappear on me again.”
It’s really her. I knew she was here; I saw her earlier, but still…
It felt like a dream. This peacefulness felt like it couldn’t be real. “I-I love you… so much…”
“I love you, too.” She held tighter. My older sister- she truly existed. Maria was alive. “Come on, let’s go get you to some place to rest. You look like hell.”
I almost snorted at that, voice caught on the back of my tongue somewhere. “F… Feels… like it.”
Wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling one of my own over her shoulders, she allowed me to slump against her, eyes sliding shut wearily as sleep tried to take me once. We were walking, spots overtaking my vision as my skull only throbbed more, and I had went to close my eyes just momentarily to blink- but then everything was going sideways, night had fallen, and I was curled up against Kirara by myself, lying within the remains of the mostly-standing huts.
I was both burning and cold, fever running high, clothes clinging to sweaty skin as I struggled to breathe normally. A wet rag rested on my forehead, though later it felt like it was replaced with a hand- smooth yet cold as ice.
Someone was humming.
Another hand, warmer, gripped my own bandaged ones. I was suffocating. Voices were murmuring, talking, arguing. People were audibly upset. The room felt like it was on fire, the temperature was so high. I felt so dizzy and gross, and oxygen was barely getting into my lungs.
Later, though my vision was still clouded in darkness, I could feel something dabbing at my face- a cloth wiping away the beads of sweat and dry blood, trying to cool my fever down. I remember sitting up at one point, though I can’t recall how, and having a bowl lifted up to my lips.
The worst kind of flavor touched my tongue.
I almost hurled. I think… I might have heard Inuyasha’s voice yelling at me when that happened. It was a bit of a blur.
Finally, though, I found myself curled up on my side, huddled under several blankets on a futon, Shippō and Kirara (in her smaller form) curled up near my front. I wheezed and groggily opened my eyes, blinking several times and letting my vision slowly adjust.
I still had quite the headache and my chest felt awful, but my throat was… a lot nicer than before. A pair of cold hands patted my shoulder and were then helping me sit up, somehow managing to not disturb the sleeping demons, and my tired body leaned against the chest of the woman helping me.
“Easy now…” Tōran said softly. “Don’t strain yourself. Your fever just broke.”
She pressed a cup to my lips.
“Drink.”
This felt… like deja vu. Not protesting or fighting back, I submitted to the order and tilted my head back, allowing Tōran to feed me whatever strange concoction was in the glass. A pleased smile graced her beautiful face, long blue strands of hair falling around her shoulders. The drink was bitter and disgusting, and it only made me yearn more for something to eat.
“Good. You’re learning. Shūran will be back shortly with the monk and the half-demon; they went hunting a few hours ago with several of the villagers to find some food. You’re quite lucky, you know- having so many people caring for you…”
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up.
Did she just say Shūran was with Inuyasha and Miroku? That didn’t make any sense. What the heck is Tōran even doing here, anyway?
I know I saw the panther demons earlier helping out the villagers, but… oh, gods, I’m still so confused. I have no idea what’s happening. I don’t think they’re our enemies anymore, but the very thought of Shūran sent fear coursing through me and I wanted to get as far away as possible. I could still remember the way he tried to strangle me with his bare hands.
Alarm washed over me and I straightened, looking around the room frantically as I tried to figure out where exactly we were. It was definitely one of the huts that had been partially standing after all the destruction, yet all I could see were the trio of demons in the room with me.
I know I saw everyone earlier, but… where were they now?
“Breathe, human,” Tōran said, pressing her left hand to my chest- which I just now realized was covered in a white juban, my sweater and jeans gone once again, “relax. Everything is alright. You are in no danger and neither are your friends. The war is over- and my clan no longer seeks vengeance.”
I glanced at her out of the corner of my eyes, panicked. “Wh-What happened? Wh… Where is everyone? Inuyasha… you said- why? What?”
I don’t understand.
Tōran chuckled at my baffled and dazed expression, finding me as amusing as ever. “A lot has happened since you were put under the spell for sacrifice. You’ve awoken only a couple times since then, but I suppose for a human such as yourself one’s memory isn’t quite… as efficient. Things will be explained in due time; I promise you that, Irene. Just relax and focus on recovering. It will all make sense soon.”
“I… um…” My eyebrows knitted together. “O-Okay…?”
She laughed at me. The hand that was on my chest curled up around my neck, which I noticed didn’t sting with bruises anymore when touched. Had she been-
Had Tōran been using her powers to help heal the damage Shūran inflicted upon me?
Arm wrapping around my shoulders, the woman pulled me forward and I blinked when I found myself being embraced. Her long blue hair tickled my face and it took everything I had not to sneeze, the demoness resting her face in the crook of my neck.
Tōran was so much taller than me, and I wasn’t quite sure why she was doing so, but I decided it was probably best to just go along with it if I didn’t want to wind up dead, especially since she was being so weirdly nice to me now.
I mean, she had always been kind of nice-ish out of the group of panther siblings, but like… she was still plotting to kill me back then. She was only being nice to keep me alive for sacrifice.
Now she was… hugging me so intimately.
“You’re such a ridiculous human,” Tōran whispered, voice soft and quiet in my ear, almost muffled due to the fabric of the juban I was wearing, “going so far as to try and spare your enemies heartache…”
I sat there awkwardly, not quite sure what to do as I was hugged by this woman, arms tired yet feeling like I should do something to reciprocate somehow. After a few seconds I raised my hands up, resting my palms against her lower back. Tōran smelled like flowers and cold winter air- almost painful to my lungs, which were so very sensitive to temperature, yet somehow pleasant all the same.
Her grip tightened and I tensed, feeling her fingers dig into my shoulder blades. I flinched a little, wondering if I had bruises there from how Shūran had slammed me into the wall before.
“So foolish…”
Tōran inhaled deeply, holding me for one moment more and giving my body another squeeze, before she relaxed and pulled back halfway. She smiled down at me, blue eyes the gentlest I had ever seen them. Her hands rested on my shoulders, helping keep me upright all the while giving me some space.
“I will never understand you.”
Oh.
I blinked, dumbfounded and still not quite understanding what was going on. All I knew was that I don’t think I should be scared of her anymore, not that I really was. It was her brother and sisters that freaked me out. “I, um… I think that’s a good thing? I’m a pretty messed up person.”
She laughed at that. It was a strangely pleasant sound and, though I’m unsure as to why or how, I had a feeling I was making a new friend. “Is that so? Somehow I have trouble believing that; you seem far too nice for your own good.”
I scrunched my nose up at that, making another weird face. “I’m starting to think that’s everyone’s favorite line.”
Tōran raised a hand up, pressing an index finger to the tip of my nose and causing me to recoil from shock. I did not like things going near my face and her hand was super cold. “Considering who your friends are, I can see that. They were utterly furious with you the past few days.”
“...Days? Days? How long was I out!?”
A groan suddenly cut me off, Shippō rising from his slumber as he pressed a tiny hand against his ear.
“You’re so loud, Irene…” His eyes snapped open then, realizing at once what he just said, and he shot up into a sitting position. Kirara mewed, scared awake by his actions, and the cat demon stood- shaking her rear to fluff out her flattened fur. “Irene, you’re okay!”
“I mean, I guess? Kinda? Not really? Lungs still hurt, but I can talk now?” I shook my head incredulously, looking back-and-forth between Shippō and Tōran. “What the frick happened? I’m so confused! I need details!”
“Oooh, yeah, you wouldn’t know would you?” I raised my eyebrows at him. He hopped over, climbing between Tōran’s arms like she was some kind of old friend, the fox demon placing himself on my shoulder with a hand resting on the top of my head. “The war ended about four days ago. You’ve been asleep for almost a whole week, Irene!”
Holy frick. My eyes only grew wide as I listened to the rest of his explanation.
“Tōran and the other panther demons have been helping us and the villagers out, though the humans are still kinda scared of them, and that’s not even mentioning Kōga’s gang! It’s been pretty crazy while you’ve been sleeping.”
“So… what?” That only answered some questions. “You guys are just friends now?”
“I wouldn’t say that,” Tōran responded, grin still resting on her face, “but we aren’t enemies anymore. I had wanted to talk with you before we left back to the west, but you had fallen ill. We had to wait for you to recover.”
“...Oh. I-I’m sorry.” I lowered my head, guilt washing over me like a wave. “What’d you want to talk about?”
Tōran shook her head. “It’s already been said and done.”
Hah? She grinned wider when she saw my face. I don’t get it.
Tōran pat my cheek, chuckling. “Don’t worry about it, human. Although…” She sighed. “I feel like I’m going to miss you. You’ve made quite an impact in the short time we’ve known each other. It’s a shame.”
I’m not sure how I should react to that.
Thankfully, I wouldn’t have to- because the door to the room slid open then. Kagome, whose eyes went wide, and then the door slammed shut and she was shouting- calling out to the others. There was the sound of several footsteps, and then Maria was dashing into the room, Sango right behind her.
Both women cried out at the same time, startling me. “Irene!”
“H-Hey!” I greeted awkwardly, unsure of what to say. “How’s it going?”
My memory was a haze, but I distinctly remember clinging and crying to Maria. I think I also did so to Miroku and maybe Inuyasha? Frick, that’s weird. I was really messed up from the other day’s events.
Maria knelt down beside me, Sango standing behind her with a hand curled up to her chest, the teenager looking like she was uncertain of how to behave now that Maria was here.
I looked at the two, wondering what was going on. “Um, so, Tōran’s totally a friend now, I guess? That’s what I’m understanding from all this.”
The female demon looked down at me, surprised by my wording, though the smile never fell from her face. Maria frowned. “Friend?”
“Y-Yeah? She’s not an enemy anymore, right? So she’s a friend.” I made a face at that, recalling several previous situations. “This is… the fourth time I’ve befriended the enemy?”
I held up my bandaged fingers as I started to count, leaning my head back. The more I spoke, the more stunned my sister seemed.
“There was Akebi village, then… Kasasagi Town. Ah- I guess Kaede’s village counts, too, since a lot of people didn’t like me when I first arrived. There’s also the castle town where I met Sesshōmaru, who was pretty nice to me then, but we’re not really friends… and now there’s Tōran?”
I looked up at the winter demoness, beaming up at her brightly. She blinked. Seeing that she didn’t refute my claim, I looked back at my sister and all my friends.
“The panther demons were all helping out with the village clean up, too, right? Tōran said her siblings went hunting with Inuyasha and Miroku. That means we’re friends now!”
“You…” Maria began before trailing off, shaking her head. She switched her voice, though it was so abrupt it took my brain a second to notice she was using our native tongue. “No, forget that. How are you speaking their language so well? I’m still learning, and I knew a hell lot more of it than you did!”
“Ah, that’s…”
Frick. Wait. How do I speak English again? My brows furrowed and I stammered over my words, having to really focus on the way I moved my mouth. The rebound had me speaking Japanese so naturally for so long, I almost forgot.
“I-I’m… well, it’s… a long story.”
“Explain.”
I glanced at everyone else in the room, hesitant. It wasn’t exactly a secret. Carefully leaning down, I grabbed at the blanket and pulled, sticking out my left leg. Thanks to the juban I was wearing, it was easily exposed, and Maria and Tōran both stared at the pentagram scar with surprise.
That was when Maria reached out, eyebrows knitting together and her lips tilting into a frown. She ran her fingers gingerly against the burned flesh. “This looks like… that sigil we saw…”
“That’s because it is.” I went back to speaking Japanese, wanting everyone to at least understand half the conversation. “I wasn’t supposed to be here. The spell tried to get rid of me, but… it didn’t work. It connected me to the caster, which is why I can speak the language.”
At least, that was my understanding of it. It was a little curious that I could still speak my home language, but considering that Anastasia isn’t exactly a Japanese name… it makes sense. She probably wasn’t from this country. That still begs the question as to why she wanted my sister at first before switching to me though.
I know now that it’s the spirits she wants, and to do that she needs my living soul…
But there’s more to it. I know it. Maria doesn’t have a connection to the Shikigami while I do, and when we were first summoned it was her that woman wanted. Why? The more answers I get, the more questions form. Damn it.
I should have asked Anastasia about it when she came to the cell earlier.
Notes:
Finally at the end of the Panther Arc! :D
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Chapter 24: Maria's Decision and Irene's Awakening
Notes:
I did iiiiittttttt! The chapter is here! XD Took long enough. Oof.
Sorry. I was... recovering from the mental trauma of Yashahime and just... couldn't for a hot minute. As a result, it's been a while since I wrote the characters and had to reread chapters to remember some dynamics and important scenes between the gang. Hopefully you guys enjoy this. Irene has a bit of an awakening in this episode. :D Lol.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Maria looked stunned at my words, but she quickly recollected herself and forced her expression into something neutral. Thinking about my words for a long moment, she shifted in place and brought forth one of her legs- removing the fur and foot wrappings to show off a scar of her own. My eyes widened.
It was opposite to my leg, and didn’t even look anywhere similar to mine, hers more resembling that of a gash caused by a demon claw or a jaded blade, but the fact that we both had scars in a similar place…
“We match!” I gave a weak and breathy laugh, trying to find more amusement in this situation than horror- not wanting to think about the implications of my sister getting into trouble. Any kind of demon could have caused such a mark, not to mention the weapons humans used. “What’re the chances?”
She smirked a little. “Right?”
Sango, Shippō, Kagome, Tōran, and even Kirara looked on with curiosity and surprise. A huge part of me wondered if Maria had any other scars. I had tons of them, after all, although since I was only just finding out that she was travelling with Kōga I guess she’s been pretty well kept away from the danger.
If she found out about the large array of claw marks or the slashes from a certain kusarigama, she might not let me keep travelling with my friends. It was probably only thanks to Kagome and Sango that she hasn’t found out about them yet.
Yeah… I should keep quiet about it. I don’t want to risk it. I’m just glad to know she’s safe.
“So… what now?” Sango asked, holding a hand to her chest. Everyone turned to look at the demon slayer, and she furrowed her brows in response. Her brown gaze was focused on me and my sister. “We still have to defeat Naraku and Anastasia, but… what’s the plan?”
Kagome, from her spot in the doorway, frowned. “That’s true… maybe we should wait until Miroku and Inuyasha get back? We should hear their thoughts on this, too.”
“Irene is still gonna be travelling with us, right?” Shippō asked. He glanced at them and then at me, the worry clear in his green eyes. “Is Maria coming, too? Or… is Irene gonna stay with Maria and Kōga?”
That was a tough question. We had finally found my sister, but what would we do next now that she was here? We had no idea how to send either of us home. There was so much that still needed to be done in regards to that.
This era was a dangerous place, and… if we don’t play our cards right everything will fall to pieces. We have to be careful. We need to think about our options, and wait until the rest of the group returns to make a decision.
Miroku, despite all his faults, was quite wise when it came to advice or making important decisions. He was often the voice of reason- so long as a beautiful woman wasn’t involved, that is. Yet… he has proven before that he knew when one was a demon in disguise.
So… ugh, who am I kidding? His perverted tendencies are still awful no matter how you look at it.
I tilted my head back, furrowing my brows as I tried to think. Tōran blinked when I leaned to the side and let my head bump lightly against her shoulder. I was still burning and her coolness felt amazing. It was as if she radiated winter itself.
Letting out a concerned hum, I spoke up. “It’s too dangerous to stay together, isn’t it?”
Kagome widened her eyes. “That’s right! Anastasia was after Maria originally, wasn’t she?”
That caught my sister’s attention. Her head whipped around and her hazel eyes bore into the middle schooler, who had a hand to her chin in thought. Ah, that’s right; she has no idea about anything that led to us coming here to Feudal Era Japan. We had a lot of explaining to do, evidently.
I watched through tired half-lidded eyes as Sango nodded her head, the woman deeply concerned by all of this. “That’s true. She only changed her mind and went after Irene when it was revealed she could use the Shikigami. If she finds out about Maria’s whereabouts now that Irene is actually a threat to them…”
Right. Naraku and Anastasia are aware of my barrier breaking and my ability to momentarily slow and speak with the undead. They have been for a while. I’m pretty sure this whole mess was because of that, the panthers own revenge goals aside.
“Then…” Maria, who still wasn’t an expert at understanding this language, had to carefully translate and digest the words that were being said. “Irene is in danger, yes?”
“Huh?” Shippō blinked. “Well, yeah, but so are-”
“Then she stays with me.”
That snapped me into awareness. I lifted my head up off of Tōran’s shoulder and looked at Maria with wide eyes. I was expecting some sort
of an argument, of her trying to come with us, but not that. “What?”
Before, I would have been ecstatic to stay with my sister. It didn’t matter who I was with or would be joining- as long as we were together that was all I cared about. I just wanted to be with her. Yet- things have happened that led me to understand that we needed to be more careful about this.
With all the people who are after me, who would use her to get to me if they found out about her or if they just found her, it might be too dangerous to stick together. Although, staying separated in and of itself could be problematic as well.
I was a target.
Several people were after my soul to get their hands on the Shikigami I possessed, and I just know that there’s going to be more in the future. If what Anastasia pulled with the panther tribe was any sign of it, they would stop at nothing to get me. I wouldn’t put it past them to pull an even nastier scheme in the future.
After the way Naraku killed several villagers and murdered an entire city because my friends and I discovered his hiding place, I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to use Maria against me the same way he uses Kohaku against Sango. If he gets his nasty little hands on my sister, he really might try to hold her hostage and attempt to bargain my life for hers- and with how evil he is… I’m sure he’ll kill us both in the end.
There’s no way I can risk that.
No.
There’s no way I can risk Maria.
I’m so happy she’s safe- not to mention how relieved I am that she’s alive, but… if I go with her she’ll be targeted. If she’s near me she’ll be targeted. I would never forgive myself if something happened to her. We have to think this through. We can’t just decide immediately the course of action to take- there are so many cons to both sides, and the more I think about it the more dangerous us travelling together seems to be.
“I-I can’t.” I stammered, my brain reeling as my thoughts scrambled around like a rollercoaster that had gone off track. “D-Don’t just- we can’t just- no!”
Maria blinked, just as stunned as myself at my words, and her hazel green eyes bored into mine, the woman searching for answers. “Excuse me?”
Everyone who was in the room were wide-eyed, looking at me as if they had never expected such a response to come out of my mouth. I couldn’t blame them, honestly; all this time I had been so focused on finding Maria, but now that she was here I couldn’t bring myself to travel with her out of fear for her wellbeing.
It was possibly one of the most painful things I’ve ever experienced- right there with knowing my death was coming and that my friends would have to suffer the consequences. Caring for someone, spending every waking moment wondering if they were okay, searching for them despite all danger, and yet when you finally find them… you can’t even stay together.
It hurts. It hurts so much.
And the way my older sister was staring at me now- it was as if she were seeing a stranger. Like she couldn’t believe that after all this time that this person in front of her was me. I felt like an alien with two heads.
I guess… in a way we were strangers now.
Just a little bit. When I first came to this time period I was scared, anxious, constantly afraid of doing the wrong thing and getting everyone killed. I couldn’t approach a demon if you held a knife to my throat and threatened me to. If Inuyasha and Kagome and Shippō and Kaede weren’t there to help at the beginning, and I had to fend for myself… I would have died within the first few days.
I almost did die on the first day.
Now, though… I wasn’t weak or trembling or completely dependent on others. I still needed help- I needed so much of it because of my illness- but I could handle dangerous situations on my own for the most part. When kidnapped, I can usually escape on my own.
Hell, I can cure miasma poisoning, I can heal injuries, and I can even break barriers! I can summon spirits to attack the enemy and I can create blasts of flame in just a few seconds in a dicey situation.
Recently, I’ve learned that even if I’m beaten black-and-blue… I can stare an enemy in the face and not cry desperately for help. I’m braver. More confident. I may have a lot of insecurities left to deal with and I doubted they’ll be solved any time soon, but I finally feel a bit like the young adult I was supposed to be. It took a lot of scary situations, but I’m finally a nineteen-year-old woman who can handle her own.
Insecurities and illness aside, I’m pretty damn strong- all things considered. There’s still so much I need to learn, but I’m not alone in that. I have people, true friends that really cared about me, who I can lean on and even help when need be. As a whole, we make a pretty damn good team. And isn’t the reason why we grow stronger because of the trials we face, and the unconditional support we have who help us through them?
Sure, a person can grow stronger alone. But that’s isn’t always for the best. It’s harder and lonelier, and ten times as scary. The first step I ever took- I suppose it was like Grandpa Kakuju said; my friends kept telling me to run away, but I forced myself to step forward and save them.
I was and am a coward.
But I’m not so selfish as to let the people who helped me die. Even when I had no idea what I was doing or how to do it, I burned away the webs that held them hostage in that moldy old temple room. To save them, I fought one of the most horrific creatures ever.
But… there were also people I couldn’t save. People who died to protect me- children who were killed because Naraku and Anastasia were determined to steal me away.
And Maria… I can’t lose her. I’ve been through so much trying to find her; so many people have died attempting to help me do so. I can’t let their sacrifices be in vain. If Maria died- if I died- all their deaths would be for naught.
Even if it hurts… to not see her, to not hear her voice, I have to do it.
It’s the best option for both of us.
Lips curling back as the tears stung my eyes, I reached out and grabbed her hand- squeezing it tightly as I struggled to keep my emotions under control. I looked at Maria with determined eyes. “They’re after me. If they find you… Naraku and Anastasia will… try to use you to get to me. It’s… It‘s too risky.”
“What, and you expect me to just let them attack you!?” Maria was not pleased. I think this was the first time in years she was actually angry with me. “Fuck no! I’m gonna stay next to you where I can protect you!”
“But I’d be the one protecting you!”
She froze at that, completely dumbfounded by that statement. She blinked at the red flames that burst to life, and Shippō and Kirara moved back in surprise. Taking a shaky breath, feeling a little dizzy from the way I raised my voice, I rested a hand to my forehead. I knew right away I wasn’t done healing because of the way my chest ached. With how much I’ve been sleeping recently, it made me wonder if an hour or two was my limit now.
I really am… no. I’m not going to think about it. I have to stay alive just a bit longer.
Even if I can feel it- deep in my bones, there in the depths of my heart, so eerie and cold- I have to hold on. I can’t let death take me yet. I still have so much to do, so many people to save. I have to find a way home for us. I have to stop Anastasia and Naraku.
Eyebrows furrowed, I blinked a few times to clear my vision. It was hard to breathe. “Maria, I-I don’t… know what it was like traveling with Kōga, but Naraku and Anastasia are… different from other demons, okay? They can and will kill you, and they’ll do it in the worst way possible.”
“So can every other fucking demon in this hellhole!”
“They’re worse! They can control the dead, create tornadoes, cast freaking curses and summon poisonous bugs!” I coughed, flinching and pressing a hand to my chest, and Tōran wrapped an arm around my shoulders to hold me steady. A frown adorned her face. This being a sibling matter, she was being respectfully quiet- as were the rest of the people in the room. It was both something I was grateful for and something that left me more anxious. “M-Miroku has a black hole in his hand that’s gonna... swallow him up in who-knows-how-long because of Naraku! We can’t… just decide that we’re going to… travel together! I’m not… gonna risk losing you!”
“If he’s that dangerous, then that’s even more reason for you to come with me!” She argued. Shouting in English, everyone around us were confused, but the Japanese spilling so easily from my lips gave them enough of an idea of what we were fighting about. “The wolves will help me keep you safe!”
Feeling the frustration start to bubble up, I let out an angered groan and violently ruffled my hair. The tears were burning my eyes, the pain in my chest as my lungs stuttered and ached weakening more each second. I was practically wheezing out every other word, breaths heavy and shallow. “You’re... completely... ignoring the point! I don’t need to be safe; I need… I need to find a way to get us home! And if Naraku and… and Anastasia kill you before we can kill them, then it’s over! They’re the ones who brought us here!”
I really can’t do this. It hurts. I feel so faint. This wasn’t at all how I hoped the reunion would go. But I can’t… lose her. I won’t. I refuse.
“Don’t need to be safe?” Maria echoed, voice quiet. Processing those words, translating them into our home language, her tone rose into heated anger. “The hell do you mean you don’t need to be safe!? I need you safe! I need to know you’re safe! I can’t lose you either!”
“That’s-!”
My continuing to speak in a foreign language despite how much our argument was escalating made her snap completely. Her hazel green eyes were alight with a fury, frustration and heartbreak and rage boiling away inside of her. “Stop speaking in fucking Japanese; I can’t keep up! I want to talk to my sister, not some... some goddamn anime protagonist!”
My brain came to an abrupt halt upon hearing that. When I tried to comply to her request, my mouth was unable to form the English words I needed. The pentagram on my leg seemed to burn the more I tried to speak in my natural tongue, and I scrunched my face up in pain, gripping at my hair and shaking my head, my breathing growing more uneven with each passing second. “I-I can’t- the words- it… focusing…”
This was wrong. This was going all wrong.
Everything hurts. I can’t… breathe. Focusing on speaking my natural language was next to impossible, as the rebound had rewired my brain into being able to speak and understand Japanese. I was too dazed and in too much pain to be able to concentrate, and the more I tried the burn on my leg seemed to throb.
“I-I can’t…” The room was starting to spin. Suddenly I was gasping, falling over as Tōran reached out to catch me, the demoness looking quite alarmed at how pale I had become.
“Irene! You need to calm down-” She held me to her chest, but her hand had just barely brushed my sweaty forehead before she recoiled. Her blues eyes were wide. “Your fever’s returned! Demon slayer, priestess; where are your medical supplies?”
Kagome wasted no time in standing. “I’m on it!” She rushed out of the room, presumably to grab her yellow backpack.
I could barely even keep my eyes open, choking on the lack of air as Tōran and Sango worked to have me lie back on the futon. Shippō was panicking, looking close to tears, and Kirara was nuzzling my cheek with her cold nose- as if trying to comfort me. Meanwhile, Maria was frozen; unsure of what to do or how to react. Part of her looked like she wanted to rage, to storm out of the room and scream out all her problems, while the other part looked as though she wanted to help in some way.
Gods, it hurts. I shouldn’t have let myself get so panicked or upset…
Hah…
I won’t last the week at this rate.
I feel like I’m going to throw up. I could feel the tears trickling down my cheeks, and upon feeling a familiar hand brushing my bangs out of my face I blinked and looked up slowly to see Maria sitting beside me, the woman still mad at me but also very concerned. My lips curled back and I sobbed a little, reaching out to grab her hand, barely breathing as my chest felt so swollen from pain.
“S-Sorry…” I whimpered. “I’m… so sorry.”
She probably thinks I’m the worst sister right now, but I’m just scared. I’m so scared. I know you don’t want me hurt either, I know you don’t me to be put in danger, but there’s no avoiding that. Danger will come to find me eventually. You, however? You still have a chance to escape it. That’s why we have to be careful.
I just… wish I had the voice to tell you all of this, Maria.
“Stop talking.” She ordered, voice fierce. I wanted to argue, to try and explain my thoughts, despite knowing I was unable to with the condition my body was currently in, but I only ended up coughing more and Maria quickly moved past Sango and Tōran, crawling past them and pulling my head onto her lap. “You know talking is hurting you. Don’t be stupid.”
But… everything I said before hurt you, didn’t it? I need to apologize. To explain. I can’t just let you suffer because of something I did.
Maria said nothing for a moment, inhaling deeply as she leaned down- running her fingers through my short hair. “We’ll… talk later. When you’re feeling better and… when I’m less angry.”
I closed my stinging eyes, leaning into her touch, trying to ignore the tears that burned. I felt her lips press gently against my skull.
“I just found you,” She murmured, “I don’t want to be mad at you.”
All the fight left me upon hearing those words. A sob began to build up again- yet for a totally different reason than before- and I found myself basking in her warmth, in her affection, and focused solely on her voice and the way her fingers ran through my hair. She was real. She was here. We were together. We might have to separate again.
I didn’t want her mad at me either. I didn’t want to argue with her.
I just wanted us to survive this.
And as I fell into a sense of security, I began to drift off. The world around me quieted as the exhaustion and pain took over, as I fell into the realm of dreams I heard Kirara let out a soft mew. I could just barely feel her fur as she transformed into her larger form when she curled around me, the cat demon doing her best to keep me warm to help fight the fever.
…
These past few days Maria had been worrying nonstop. After Irene passed out in her arms the first time, she was asleep for several days straight. The woman feared her little sister might not ever wake up- her clothes had been covered in blood and her hands were wrapped in bandages, and her lungs… gods, who knew how her lungs were doing. She could only imagine the worst.
Her little sister had been kidnapped, beaten, used as a hostage, and then nearly killed as some kind of demon sacrifice. Maria still couldn’t believe that Irene had managed to summon some sort of green fiery eagle to break through the red fiery snakes that had been holding her high above ground in the sky, and she understood even less as to how that weird demon- Sesshōmaru, was it?- helped to snap Irene out of her trance.
Whatever it was he did, it worked. Whatever it was that made him decide to help her sister, Maria was grateful.
She was even more grateful to Kōga for catching Irene when she started tumbling to earth below. Ugh. This place was aliving nightmare; Maria has never felt more anxious or frightened. It was a sheer miracle Kagome could travel back-and-forth between times, otherwise Irene wouldn’t even have the medicine she needed to recover or help her failing lungs. Maria could only imagine all the danger Irene had been through.
But to Maria’s knowledge, the scars on her legs are the only ones Irene has… so maybe it wasn’t too much danger. Irene’s friends- the group she traveled with- seemed highly protective of her. The warrior especially. Oh, what did Kōga call the brunette? A demon slayer? That seemed accurate.
She must have been the person Irene decided to cling to while Maria wasn’t here. She gave off a sisterly vibe.
Irene was like that with people. Her little leech. When scared or awkward or nervous, she would automatically cling to the person she was closest to or found most comfort in. Back home, she would always latch onto Maria’s arm or waist, and would sit next to her no matter the restaurant. She was so small and timid and such a marshmallow at times it was hilarious.
She also just had this way about her. A softness that lured people to her. She was small and fragile and sometimes very simple minded, but she was sweet and did her best to understand whatever was being said. Emotional, sensitive, empathetic. Back in her school days, she had managed to befriend even the scariest of students- delinquents and troublemakers- without even realizing how it happened. Her beaming smile and bubbly voice could light up a room, and despite all the bullies she put up with she never let them get to her. .
But the one who had been arguing with her moments ago…
Who was she? What happened to her small and sweet summer child? Was it the threat of demons looming over her head? The fact that she could lose her life any moment of any day in this hellhole of a land? What made Irene grow up so suddenly?
It could be any number of things, and it pissed Maria off to know she wasn’t there to help. To protect. The woman’s hazel green eyes stared intently at her sister’s sleeping face, hands brushing and holding her bangs out of her face to get a better look. Irene was so pale now. Almost as pale as Maria- and she was anemic. Damn it. Had her eyes always looked so sunken?
She knows she’s getting enough to eat. She’s definitely getting enough sleep, too, if the stories she’s been told by the little fox demon were true. Apparently Irene spent most of the days napping on Kirara’s back when the group was travelling the land. They wouldn’t give her the more important details, such as the enemies they fought or wounds that had been sustained, but Maria would learn in time. She would make sure of it.
“Irene…” Maria sighed heavily, shoulder slumping. She was still furious, but now… she just felt tired. So much has happened. She worried her bottom lip fiercely, tears stinging her hazel green eyes. “Why must you be like this, short-stop?”
Maria hated the feudal era with a passion.
She absolutely despised this so-called Naraku and Anastasia even more, though. If she ever finds that wretched woman who tried to trick the panther demons into using her sister as a sacrifice, Maria was gonna slice that hideous ogre mask right off her face. Just what is she hiding?
“M-Maria…” Hm? Oh, right. The others were still in the room. The woman turned, seeing the one called Sango looking at her- sitting beside her- with her hands folded tight in her lap. From behind Maria could see Kagome entering the room with some herbs, a rag, and a bucket of cold water. “What Irene said…”
Tōran stood, quietly excusing herself, and passed by Kagome as she left the room. Shippō looked down worriedly at Irene, before moving to tug the blanket further over her resting form. Her breaths were uneven and shallow, and only worried the group more. Kirara let out a sad noise, nuzzling her sleeping companion.
Maria observed every breath and fidget the demon slayer made, hardening her stare. Closing her eyes, Sango inhaled deeply and looked at Maria, meeting her gaze firmly. “You know she didn’t mean it like that.”
“Then how was she meaning it?” Maria quietly hissed, begrudgingly switching to the Japanese language. She just wanted to be alone at this point. A deep frown crossed the freckled woman’s face. “Don’t be acting like you know her much more than I do.”
“I’m… not.” The brunette’s expression turned sad. “I’m an... older sister myself, so I want you to know that… I understand how you feel. More than you think I do. But that’s also why I want you to know why Irene said what she did.”
What?
Maria furrowed her brows, trying to ignore the rage that was boiling inside of her- the anger that was trying to spill out. All this translating and speaking Japanese was giving her a migraine. It was bad enough she already had to struggle trying to use the proper placement of words, but now she had this to stress over atop her possibly dying sister.
Still, this was the one person who Irene probably relied on most in Maria’s absence. She could try to show her a little respect. After all, Sango would know more about Irene’s sudden growth out of anyone here.
So, despite her frustration, she let out a gruff sigh and looked at the woman, annoyed. “Explain.”
“Anastasia is… the one who brought you here.” Sango spoke slowly and carefully, afraid of setting Maria off into a rampage, while also trying to avoid overwhelming her with a language she couldn’t translate right off the bat. “She was after you at first, but when she discovered Irene could use the Shikigami… she switched her target to her instead. We still don’t fully understand why she’s working with Naraku- but he is pure evil.”
Kagome nodded in agreement as she dumped the rag in the bucket of water and strained it. She carefully folded it and placed it on Irene’s forehead, and watched as the young woman furrowed her brows at the sudden temperature change. The middle schooler turned back to Maria, frowning. “It’s true. He’s a terrible person. He kills people- no matter who they are- if he thinks he can get away with it.”
She then glanced at Sango, who gave a small and solemn nod. Kagome turned back to Maria, who had placed a hand firmly to the ground beside her, while the other just rested on Irene’s head.
“When we first met Sango… her entire clan had been killed by Naraku. He… He took her younger brother and revived him using the power of something called a jewel shard. It’s what’s sustaining his life force, but that isn’t all he did. Naraku…”
Sango closed her eyes and took a deep breath, bringing her hands up and hugging her arms tightly. When she opened her eyes, they were half-lidded and filled with a haunting glow that Maria almost recognized; for it was a look she saw so many times in the past when she saw her reflection in a mirror.
“Kohaku, my little brother…”
Maria found her tense shoulders easing up, the anger gradually fading away. This time Maria was listening- and she was doing so intently. This was something important, something she needed to know. She couldn’t just ignore it.
Yet what she was about hear… was something she wouldn’t soon forget.
“Kohaku, he…” Sango’s voice was quiet as she spoke. Her gaze was focused on Irene, as if in some way she reminded her of her sibling. “He was only eleven. Naraku possessed him and had him slaughter everyone we knew- our friends, our family… he even tried to kill me. And after he died, Naraku brought him back. Only he… took his memories. He uses Kohaku for his own selfish gains and has him attack innocents- even though he knows it leaves Kohaku hurting.”
Maria sat there silent, stunned, taking in all this information. She knew their enemy was a dangerous one, but to be so vile? So awful? She had no words she could say in response to that.
“He always uses Kohaku against me.” Sango informed, a hint of anger leaking into her voice, only for it be quickly taken over by something sorrowful and pained, something real and human and grim. “And... when he does I… lose all strength. I can’t fight, I can’t even protect- because if I do, Naraku will take Kohaku’s life once and for all. And that…”
Brown eyes bore into hazel green, and Maria stiffened.
“That is what Irene is afraid of. She doesn’t want that to happen to you.”
“It’s the truth!” Kagome clasped her hands together, her expression full of concern and desperation- trying to make Maria understand. “Irene knows you’re worried about her, that you want to be with her! But… she’s scared, Maria. She’s scared about what will happen if you two travel together and you get used against her.”
“It’s bad enough that Anastasia mocks Irene by using your voice, but if Naraku gets his hands on you?” Shippō shook his head fervently, shivering and clinging tight to Kirara’s side. The cat demon let out a low and disturbed growl, understanding the tone of conversation and not at all liking it. “I don’t want to think about it!”
Maria blinked, stared, and then furrowed her brows. There was so much information to try and take in all at once. “My… voice?”
“Yes.” Sango said, looking at Maria and then glancing down at the sleeping Shikigami priestess. “Irene said that Anastasia has the same voice as you do. And- I hate to admit- but she’s right. You two sound identical. The only difference is…”
“The only difference is that you have emotion in yours!” Shippō stated, baring his fangs and glaring into nothing as he thought about the masked demon. “She’s such a jerk! Irene was stressed out enough over trying to find you, but Anastasia makes it even worse by mimicking you!”
“Though…” Kagome pressed a finger to her chin, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “If she really wanted to freak Irene out, wouldn’t she take on Maria’s appearance as well? Why only her voice?”
“Probably because she can’t.” A new voice said, and Maria whirled around to see the monk who bowed to her standing in the doorway, Inuyasha right behind him. They must have just gotten back from hunting- chances are, they left the food with the villagers to figure out. Miroku frowned deeply, stopping a few feet away. “It’s possible that Anastasia can only mimic voices, rather than the person themself. It might be why she wears the mask- it could disrupt the illusion. That is, assuming it is an illusion.”
Inuyasha clicked his tongue, scowling. He folded his hands into the sleeves of his kimono, ears twitching irritably. “I saw we find the demon and slice that mask right off her face.”
Maria couldn’t agree more. Still- mimicking her? Fucking hell, this was messed up. They were playing mind games with her small child, and Maria did not like that one bit.
Still, the story Sango told her gave Maria a lot to think about. Irene was childish and very often obtuse, but despite how kind she could be she was neither a saint nor stupid. A lot has happened to her, so in her panic Irene probably wasn’t thinking straight.
“Hey, boomerang.” Maria called out to Sango, calling her a nickname in her natural tongue. The brunette blinked and looked at her. “Does… Irene know of that story? The story you are… no. The story you have told?”
“...Yes.” Sango lowered her head, seeming guilty over something. “Irene has… been a great comfort to me, and an even greater friend. I’m not even sure if I deserve to know her. But… even after everything Naraku had Kohaku put her through, she still forgives me. She forgives Kohaku. And the thought of losing her… is as strong as the fear of losing my little brother a second time.”
“...I see.” Maria took a deep breath, hanging her head back. She could feel the defeat wash over. “Okay... fine.”
Sango was an older sister who had lost her younger brother, and Maria was an older sister who had lost her younger sister- however temporary that was. The demon slayer was the only one in this place who could understand what Maria was feeling.
Only Sango understood.
And as much as Maria hated to think about it or even agree with it, if she believed staying separated from Irene was the best course of action… Maria found it hard to protest. The situation between Sango and Kohaku is a very good representation of what could happen to Maria and Irene if something went wrong while traveling together.
And it pissed her off greatly.
…
It was dark.
Dark and cold, and the air was filled with the suffocating stench of blood. Was this another nightmare? It certainly felt real, but I was also getting used to these kinds of horrible dreams.
I could see the corpses of the people from the destroyed castle town, the villagers who gave their lives to protect me, and the innocent children who had been slain. Kohaku was standing over them all, a red-stained kusarigama in his grasp. His head turned and those lifeless brown eyes stared back at me, intense and foreboding. What little breath I had caught in my throat, and when he spoke my blood ran cold.
“You can’t stop this.”
What? I tensed when he stepped towards me, very much alarmed. What is he talking about?
“More are going to die.”
He lifted his arm, pointing the blade at me. Suddenly, the scars on my back and legs and left arm began to burn. I flinched and reached out to grab the spot on my forearm where I had been hit before, but then… a fire erupted from the sleeves of my kimono, burning through the white fabric.
It scorched my flesh and I let out a scream, falling to my knees as the flames quickly overtook my body- enveloping me completely in red and orange heat. It was excruciating and painful, yet despite the pain my flesh remained in tact. But Kohaku didn’t care- he couldn’t, not while under his abuser’s control. He had no sense of self like this.
“And you know what…?” Kohaku mused quietly.
I hunched over, whimpering as the fire licked my face, suffocating in the hellish warmth. Tears burned my eyes and I collapsed on my front, using what little strength I had left to look up through blurry vision and see a pair of familiar black-shoed feet walking towards me, a pair of white hakama billowing out.
For a moment I was confused, but then…I found myself staring into my own eyes, cold and broken and sick.
Skin as pale as death, illuminated by the light of the flames, only stood out more as the dark hair fell into my reflection’s face. Her chapped lips moved slowly, eyelashes fluttering halfway closed, an expression so hollow on her face it gave me chills. Kneeling down slowly, she stopped in front of me, frozen hands reaching out to cup my cheeks- not at all perturbed by the flames that were determined to devour everything.
“You’re next.” She whispered.
Oh.
Choking, there was the tiniest trace of a grin weak on my lips. “T-Tell me something… that I don’t know.”
Her eyes widened at that- and then the world around us began to crumble and fall apart. It was cold and hot and dark, and then my eyes were snapping open.
I wheezed and gasped, coughing violently as I rolled partially onto my side. Shippō was by my side in an instant, panicking and asking what was wrong. When I finally stopped I ended up laying back down, breathing heavily, the fox demon patting away the sweat on my face with a cool damp cloth.
Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep again.
Pleasant dreams once again eluded me, leaving me to be visited instead by nightmares, and I constantly woke momentarily anxious until I realized I was propped up against Kirara and I was safe inside a village hut. I leaned into her fur, breathing heavy and uneven, fingers curled gently against her side as I buried part of my face against her neck.
Warm…
I felt so cold. Dizzy. Weak. I needed to get better. I had to survive just a bit longer. I knew I screwed up and that Maria was mad at me- and that knowledge terrified me. I didn’t want her to hate me. I didn’t want her upset with me.
But I can’t… have her used against me.
In the end, it took two more days for me to recover just enough for me to finally get out of bed. I still couldn’t walk on my own for very long, but any progress was better than none and I was just glad to be out and moving around. Kagome and Sango help set my nebulizer up so I could use it.
She and Maria took turns bringing food to me. I hated feeling like such a burden, but at this point there wasn’t anything I could do to deny it.
After our argument things had gotten a bit tense between me and my sister, but we were still talking. She spent time with me whenever she could and whenever I grew too tired to stay awake, she would let me rest my head on her lap and fall asleep to her fingers running through my hair. It was nice.
I’m not really sure she’s forgiven me, though. I still haven’t had the breathe or state of mind to properly apologize yet. Still- I was just happy we were together. I did wonder why or how everyone was getting along with the panther demons now, but I decided not to question it. While I really wanted to know what happened during the main battle and who rescued me, now didn’t feel like a good time to ask. Not with some of the villagers still on edge.
I did have a feeling that it was Inuyasha who saved me since the others were all locked up, but… well… I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little disappointed that his brother didn’t show up. I mean, it wasn’t as if he had an obligation to help- I was just being selfish and hopeful. He helped me before, so now I had this stupid urge to try and prove that he wasn’t a terrible person.
I wasn’t expecting anyone to like or forgive him, of course. I just wanted them to acknowledge that he’s changed a little. I still don’t fully understand what all he did in the past to make my friends so wary… so this feeling is probably something incredibly insensitive. The urge to meddle was strong.
But I did my best to push it down and bury it. If they were hurt by him, then it was up to them to choose what to believe. Inuyasha especially. I wasn’t going to get in the way of that. As such, I was going to continue to believe what I saw back in the destroyed castle. Only they can change how they feel, and I’m definitely not going to mess with that. I just want Inuyasha to understand that in dire situations where we need to work with his brother to survive, we have to do so.
Otherwise we’ll all suffer.
Closing my eyes, I let out a small and tired sigh and drifted into another sleep.
The next morning, Kagome handed me the hakama Kaede lent me to change into. My chest still ached and my body was still drained, but this lethargy was something I had gotten used to. It’s just… grown worse over the past few days. I was in the process of finishing tying the red sash around my waist when I heard a voice.
“Irene?” I turned my head and watched as Shippo sat up from against the futon, the fox demon yawning and rubbing at his eyes. I slowly moved back over to the bed, carefully sitting down beside him. He looked up at me, blinking a few times to let his vision adjust. “How’re you feeling…? All this laying around is making me super sleepy…”
A weak smile tugged at my lips and I reached out, gently resting a hand on his head. “Sorry. You don’t… have to stay here with me, you know. The others won’t mind.”
Blinking the grogginess away, the tiny fox demon shook his head and crawled onto my lap. He looked up at me, my fingers playing with his hair lightly in an attempt to comfort him. Shippō made me feel like such a big sister in situations like these. “I get worried. What if… What if something happens to you? I gotta be here to tell the others if your illness gets worse!”
Shippō…
Gods, I don’t deserve him. I don’t deserve any of my wonderful friends. They’re too good to me. It seriously feels like I only cause them trouble.
Wheezing a little, yet filled with a determination, I held my arms out and Shippō quickly reacted- understanding right away that I was after a hug. He wrapped his tiny arms around my shoulders and I cradled him to my chest, breathing shakily as I mentally apologized once more to everyone for what is certainly bound to be my fate.
They really didn’t deserve to have me die on them.
“Thank you.” I murmured, grateful for everything Shippō and the others have done for me. “Thank you.”
We stayed like that for a few moments, and during that time Kirara woke up. Letting out a yawn she stretched out her legs, slowly rising as she realized I wasn’t leaning against her. She then blinked and looked at me, and I gave a weak laugh when her cold nose pressed against my cheek, the cat demon nuzzling my face.
“I love you, too, girl!” Holding Shippō with one arm as he clung to my shoulder, I carefully scratched Kirara’s neck. She purred happily, seemingly relieved I was recovering.
Smiling at her softly, I watched as her red eyes opened and bore into mine. It was almost as if she was trying to ask what I wanted to do now that I was awake.
“I want… to see the others. C-Can you take me to them?” I needed to apologize to them. I also had to explain myself to Maria. She was definitely still mad at me. “Please?”
Kirara tilted her head and her ears drew back, the cat demoness uncertain, before lowering her body closer to the ground. Awesome. With a small grunt and shaky legs, I stumbled into a standing position and wobbled over to Kirara, climbing onto her back.
“Don’t push yourself, Irene.” Shippō warned.
“No promises.” I joked. He pouted, not at all pleased, but didn’t argue. The fox jumped down to sit in front of me, and Kirara began to make her way out of the room. “Where are they all, anyway?”
Despite being able to get out of bed, I haven’t actually left the room yet except to bathe. Even then, Sango was the one to carry me there. I was half-asleep the entire time, not really aware of my surroundings. I can already feel my eyelids trying to droop shut now, exhaustion eternally weighing down on me.
“I’m not sure.” Shippō stated, furrowing his brows. He pat Kirara on the neck. “Do you smell ‘em anywhere?”
She opened her mouth and let out a tiny roar of what I could only assume was confirmation, because she eventually made her way to the front of the hut and then pushed her way passed the hanging door. I instantly flinched at the sunlight that invaded my eyelids, having been locked up for so long, and I hissed- bringing a hand over my eyes. “Eugh, I hate it…”
Shippō made a face. “You have been inside all week…”
“Oi, kid!” Huh? Oh, that voice… I recognize it. Blinking a few times and squinting as my eyes tried to adjust to the sunlight, I turned to see Kōga wandering over with a wave of his hand. Kirara walked over to meet him halfway and then came to a stop, and I stared in confusion when he leaned over with his hands on his hips, a scowl on his face. “Why didn’t you say Maria was your sister? I could have brought you two together sooner!”
Ah… I mean…
“I… tried… I think?” When was that conversation? We were both on Kirara at that point of time, weren’t we? Oh! “It was when Inuyasha had turned… y-you know…”
Kōga scrunched his nose up. He straightened his back and folded his arms across his chest. “Really? I don’t remember you doing that.”
Yeah, I know. You stopped listening midway through my sentence because we chasing Kagura. I hung my head to the side and yawned, sleepy.
“That’s fair. So, um…” I looked up at him, a little awkward and a tiny bit grateful. “You’ve been looking after her… all this time?”
“Hm? Yeah.” He nodded, flashing a grin. A couple wolves started to make their way over and I tensed, but did my best not to be too scared. Kirara and Shippō weren’t reacting in fear, so why should I? It’s fine. I’m fine. “According to two of my men, she fed some of the wolves when she first met them. They brought her back to the mountain since she was injured.”
Kōga then scratched the back of his head, thinking about everything that’s happened and appearing a little sheepish.
“We… also thought she might have done something to Kagome at the time because of her strange clothes. We didn’t hurt her, though, so don’t bother getting mad at me.” He scowled. “She’s a proper member of the Wolf Demon Tribe now. She’s even taught my men a thing or two about swords.”
Wait, really? My heart simultaneously warmed and ached at the thought, and I gave a small laugh- breathy and pained and weak. I was so glad. She’s had people looking out for her. Heck, she was even whipping them into shape. Maria truly was a force of her own. “That sounds like her.”
“Yeah. Oh, hey- here comes the others.”
I followed the direction he was staring and saw Maria making her way over with Inuyasha, Sango, Kagome, Miroku, Maria, and… Tōran? I guess they were discussing what the panther demons plans were now that they had been defeating. Or maybe not. I had no idea. The half-demon’s ear twitched and I held up a hand, waving lazily at them with a grin.
“Morning…!”
“You’re so loud.” Inuyasha scowled.
“You say that like it’s new.” I countered. He hmph’d, folding his hands into his sleeves in the way he always does, and then glared when he saw Kōga standing there. “You again.”
“Hey there, mutt.” Kōga greeted, smirking, giving a sarcastic wave. “How’s it going? Wash out those fleas of yours yet?”
“Funny you should ask.” He snarked. “I was just wondering the same thing about you.”
“Okay, kids!” Kagome exclaimed, clapping her hands in front of her and stepping between the boys. Inuyasha and Kōga jumped, startled by her intervention. “Let’s not have this escalate any farther! Irene still isn’t feeling well, and it’s time we all discussed our plans for moving forward. Got it? Good.”
“Hmph.” Inuyasha was not happy at all with this. His face had twisted into a begrudging pout, head turned to the side to avoid looking at her. “He started it.”
“And I’m ending it.” Kagome stated, hands on her hips as she leaned over and glared up at him. “No fighting!”
“Whatever you say, Kagome.” Kōga said, voice taking on a much softer tone than before. He held his chin up, as if priding himself on something. “Unlike him, I actually listen to the woman I’m in love with.”
That lit another fire under Inuyasha, because his amber gaze snapped up with a rage. “You little-!”
“Sit, boy!”
I flinched when the beads around the half-demon’s neck lit up, and he screeched as his face was violently forced to meet the ground. Maria let out a whistle- strangely enough not surprised by what just happened. I guess Kagome used the incantation against Inuyasha sometime while I was asleep. Him and Kōga together was a recipe for disaster, after all, though I didn’t really approve of the beads of subjugation.
Miroku shook his head with a sigh, staff held to his side. “You’d think he’d learn by now.”
Sango raised her brows. “Bold of you to assume he knows how.”
“Agreed.” Shippō stated bluntly. I made a face.
“You’re not… wrong…”
Kagome let out a huff, then turned to me with a bright smile. “So, now that that’s settled! Let’s get down to business.”
“You look like a shrine maiden.” Maria stated bluntly in our natural tongue, making a face when she saw my outfit. I almost snorted.
“I-I mean, I kinda feel like one at times.” The way the villagers treated me- how protective they’ve grown of me. It was as if they truly believed me to be Kaede’s apprentice. “So, um… travel plans! What are they?”
“Well,” Sango began hesitantly, glancing at Maria out of the corner of her eyes, “we’ve talked it over and… Irene, you’ll still be traveling with us. As for Maria-“
“I’m…” My sister took a deep breath, frustration flashing across her freckled features before her gaze hardened and her hazel green stare met my brown ones, speaking in Japanese once more. “I am going with Kōga back to the mountains. We’ve been gone a long time. Pack is… needing to be checked on.”
“Yup.” Kōga leaned his weight onto his left foot and laced hands behind his head, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Honestly, I can barely leave them alone for five minutes without them having some kind of trouble. So’aku is probably tearing her hair out right now trying to keep things under control.”
Maria nodded firmly, scrunching her nose. “Shinku and Hige as well.”
“Wait… really?” I was stunned. After all that arguing before, and now she’s actually leaving with the wolves? I’m so confused. “What did- hold on. Why’d you change your mind?”
“Reasons.” She stated, staring me down.
I felt a twinge in my heart, a weight crushing me down as I saw that she was actually still mad at me. I worried my bottom lip, chewing anxiously on the flesh, lowering my head with misty eyes. I expected this, I saw it coming, but it didn’t do anything to diminish the pain. “I-I’m sorry… I-I want to stay with you, I want you to come with us; I… I really do, I just…”
Damn it. I’m about to cry all over again.
“I know.” Maria’s hands reached out and gripped my shoulders, and I went still as she leaned forward and rested her head against mine. Her voice was next to a whisper, soft and almost
vulnerable. “I know, short-stop. I’m sorry, too.”
I could feel the whimper trying to escape as I reached out, grasping her waist and burying my face in her shoulder. “I really… m-missed you.”
“...Me too.”
“I love you…”
“I love you, too.” She pressed a kiss to my head. Maria then pulled back, patting my cheek with a weak smirk. “Now come on, you gonna see me off with tears?”
I sniffled, a trembling smile forming as I let out a tiny laugh. “S-Sorry.”
She poked my nose with her nail. “Stop apologizing.”
“Sor- ahem.” I cringed and quickly cleared my throat. “Okay. So… you’re staying with Kōga.”
“Yup. As for the panthers…” She turned her head and Tōran raised a hand up in the air, as if trying to demonstrate that she was here in peace.
“We’ll be going back to our lands in the east.”
The winter demoness smiled softly, folding her arms across her chest, and I tilted my head in confusion. Weren’t their lands destroyed? Wasn’t that the whole point as to why they came here to Japan? They wanted to get their revenge on Inuyasha and Sesshōmaru, and steal the lands that had been under control of their father- as well as take back the land that he had stolen from them in the first place. I’m so confused. Maybe I misunderstood something. “Can you even go back?”
Tōran blinked. “Hm? What do you mean?”
Everyone was staring at me now, both in curiosity and surprise. I frowned, tired sick brain trying its best to function. “Weren’t they… like, destroyed or something? That’s why you chose now to get revenge, right? Is there… even anything to go back to?”
“Well,” Tōran mused, expression a bit bitter at the thought, “it’s not as though we have anywhere else to go. Our revenge failed, and as a result we lost many good people in the process. It’s either go back to our homeland or… wander, I suppose. Fight other demons for territory.”
“But that’s…”
Jeez. I leaned closer to Kirara, trying to think up a decent solution. I doubted the villagers in this town would want them to stay any longer after what they did, regardless of the fact that they helped rebuild what they broke. The panther demons’ numbers were much smaller now too, compared to when they first attacked to kidnap me. Ah, wait a minute!
I jolted, sitting up straight, and I looked at Tōran with big eyes. “Kaede!”
“...Who?” She quirked an eyebrow and the corner of her lips tilted upwards in amusement. “I’m afraid you’ll have to be more descriptive, priestess.”
Kagome looked at me in alarm. “Wait, Irene, you’re not thinking…”
“Why not?” It was perfect. A huge grin formed on my face, and I ignored Inuyasha’s baffled and exasperated expression as I focused on the panther demon leader, my hands curled up excitedly near my chest. “You guys can move into Kaede’s Village! They need all the extra protection they can get while we’re gone, and as long as you apologize for what you did and help rebuild things, and team up with them for patrolling and farming and hunting, they shouldn’t mind too much!”
“Irene, I really don’t think…” Sango sighed, though a small smile played on her lips. She pressed a hand to her forehead. “Well, maybe. They’re more accepting than most people when it comes to demons… and foreigners.”
“Heehee~!” I giggled victoriously, raising my hands up and poking my cheeks with my index fingers, emphasizing my grin. I knew right away I was the foreigner she was talking about. Tōran was stunned, and Inuyasha was shaking his head at me, while Miroku was contemplating the logic of this decision. “See? It works!”
“I’m not sure about that.” Tōran said, frowning. She stepped forward, causing Kirara to tense, the cat demon observing her movements closely, and I tried not to think too much on the way the winter panther demon reached out and brushed some of the hair out of my eyes. It made me feel a little awkward. “I appreciate the offer, but I doubt we would… fit in.”
“Seriously?” My expression went blank. “Lady. Have you seen my face?”
Tōran stared.
I waggled a finger in front of it, moving in a circular motion. “I am as not fitting in as it gets, okay? I’m not Japanese; I can’t read this language for the life of me. I can only speak it because of a spell that’s burned into my leg. We literally have a half-demon, a fox and a cat demon, a demon slayer, and a buddist monk. That’s not even mentioning Kagome, who is freaking reincarnated from a dead priestess. She doesn’t even wear a kimono to blend in. We’re like, the weirdest group ever. Trust me. Just apologize, help Kaede out, and give it some time- and her people will like you. Promise.”
That was how it worked with me. For the most part, anyhow.
“You…” A chuckle escaped Tōran’s lips and her shoulders began to shake as she started to outright laugh, and I tensed a little when she grasped my biceps. When she finally managed to calm down and recollected her self, her blue eyes bore deep into mine and I froze, a little startled by the sudden closeness in proximity and the look she wore on her face. It was… warm… full of mirth and oddly placed affection. “You are such a strange little human, Irene. Truly.”
Uh, what? “I-I thought we already had this discussion that-”
Wait, why is she cupping my face? Suddenly my head was being forcibly lifted up and I could hear the sounds of people shouting in surprise and disbelief filling my ears. Cold breath brushed my skin, a nose bumping into mine, and it took a second too long for my brain to register that there was a pair of lips pressing against mine. When I did finally realize what was happening, she was already pulling away and my face was burning as hot as it possibly could.
Did she just… wait. No. No, that didn’t happen. What? Oh my gods. Hold on. We were talking and then- why did- how come she- I’m so lost. Did that actually happen? Maybe I’m still dreaming.
I just got kissed.
My mind had gone completely blank again. I had come to terms with death, of the possibility of it, and my desire to postpone it for as long as possible, but this never crossed my mind even once. I never dated, I’ve never been in a relationship or even had a friend with benefits. I simply existed and gave advice, and shrugged when people suggested that I might lean towards the asexual side of things. Whether that meant full, grey, or demi-ace no one really knew because I had never bothered to actually find out; I was too cowardly and too scared and too uncaring towards it.
The idea of romance was nice, but the reality of it was frightening. Coming from a home of divorced parents, with siblings and friends who wound up in toxic relationships more than not? It disturbed me, even though I loved reading romance novels and playing otome games back home. Reality was a frightening thing.
I honestly thought I was going to die without experiencing anything, but now…
Tōran just… while wearing that ridiculously confident smirk… with those intense blue eyes- oh gods. I could feel my eyes misting up and my lips start to tremble, cheeks growing even hotter as I raised a hand up to cover my gaping mouth, eyes wide as could be. “Wh-Wh-Why-what- I-I-huh?”
Words. I don’t… How does one speak again? My brain hurts. My heart can’t handle this. Holy shit. I just had my first kiss stolen by a demon lady. All this time, all those actions she took when caring for me; did I mistake them as platonic? I thought she was treating me as she would her siblings, but in the end- in truth- had she actually been hitting on me? Why? What for? I’m not attractive, I’m not-
I’m not… anything someone would want. I don’t understand.
Tōran laughed at my reaction, curling a hand to her chin, easily dodging Sango’s swing of the hiraikotsu and Maria’s sword. She jumped in air, using the spinning boomerang as a boost, and backflipped towards a nearby tree branch.
“Now, now!” The panther demon called, landing with a chuckle. “Let’s not get too feisty! I was merely expressing my gratitude to your cute little priestess. She’s done quite a bit to help, you know.”
“Th-That doesn’t mean you can just touch her!” Sango sputtered, red faced from both anger and second-hand embarrassment. “There’s a thing called consent!”
“I do not care how hot you are,” Maria snapped, “but you do not be touching my sister!”
Miroku and Inuyasha glanced at me, both of their eyebrows raised, neither really knowing how to react, and Shippō turned around to looked at me questioningly. Miroku leaned towards Inuyasha, yet did not take his eyes off me as I continued to watch in complete shock as the scene took place, my brain and heart still reeling from the sudden turn of events. The monk whispered to the half-demon, “Is it just me… or does Irene look like she actually enjoyed that kiss?”
“How should I know?” Inuyasha scoffed, ear twitching. “Oi, Irene! You still alive over there!?”
“H-Huh?” I jolted, snapping out of my stupor, looking around wildly for a moment before realizing who called out to me. I blinked. “O-Oh. Uh. Yeah. Hi. Um, what’s going on?”
“Irene…” Shippō frowned, tugging on my clothes. “Are you feeling okay? You’re not going to faint are you?”
I paused, thinking about it for a second. Squinting, I gave my answer. “...No?”
Inuyasha snorted. “You sound so~ confident about that.”
“Fight me.”
“You’ll lose.”
“True, but not for a lack of…” I flinched, chest tightening as I felt a sudden cough trying to happen. “...a lack of trying.”
“Anyway!” Tōran called from her tree branch. We all turned our attention back to her. She leaned against the bark, arms crossed, and she quickly flicked some hair behind her shoulder. “I’ll take you up on your offer, priestess! I’ll collect my brother and sisters, and we’ll inform the remaining surviving panthers of the new plan. Although…”
She tilted her head, humming thoughtfully. Tōran frowned.
“Is there any way to inform the villagers and the one called “Kaede” of our settling there? I doubt they would believe us if we were the only ones to arrive.”
“I’ll do it!” A voice suddenly called out from within Kirara’s fur. Oh, Myoga! Where the hell has he been? Was he hiding this entire time? Rude. He jumped off the cat demon and onto the ground, and gradually made his way up the tree to her shoulder. Tōran blinked. “If I’m there with you, Kaede will have no choice but to trust you! Of course…”
Even though he was tiny and I couldn’t exactly see him from this distance, I had no doubt that he was rubbing his multiple hands together in a very greedy and almost slimy fashion. Once a flea, always a flea.
“I wouldn’t mind if you’d like to show your gratitude in the form of some… tasty blood?”
Tōran sighed. “Your group really is full of such interesting people, isn’t it? Alright. We can discuss the terms.” She then raised her voice again, shouting down to… me. “Irene! We’ll meet again the next time you return to the village. I’ll be looking most forward to seeing you; so do me a favor and try not to die before then?”
She smirked. Then, without further adieu, she leapt off the branch and vanished into the village- taking Myoga with her. Everyone turned to me again, staring at me with almost accusatory gazes, and I tensed, once again startled. I could feel the heat return to my cheeks. “H-Huh? What? Why… Why are you guys looking at me like that?”
“So…” Miroku began, clearly fighting a grin. “...you’re into the ladies? I must say, she is quite a beauty, so I fully approve. Much better than Sesshōmaru, anyhow.”
“I hate to say it, but I agree.” Shippō shook his head. He frowned at me, tone scolding. “Honestly, Irene; you need to get better taste in people. Why do you keep crushing on our enemies?”
“What!?” My voice squeaked and I ended up coughing, choking on the high pitch sound that emitted from my vocal cords. “I-I didn’t do anything! She k…ki… eugh, she did the thing to me! Not me to her! I’m innocent!”
“Are you though?” Inuyasha asked, voice full of teasing despite his unimpressed expression. Everyone was surrounding Kirara low, and by extension surrounding me. Even the cat demon was giving me the disappointed mom look. “Are you reallllly, Irene? If you were, you would’ve turned her down.”
“Sh-Shut up!” I ended up screeching, not having any way to refute or argue, mind too much of a mess and being way too embarrassed about this whole thing. My hands shot up to cover my ears. “I did nothing!”
“That’s… kind of the point.” Shippō deadpanned.
“Irene.” Sango said, her and Maria and Kagome being the only ones who were actually concerned about my opinion on all this. “Are you really alright?”
“I didn’t think she would do that!” Kagome exclaimed. Since she was the closest, I ended up clinging to her shirt and wailing into her chest, wheezing and growing even more lightheaded than what I already was. She rested a hand on my head, petting my hair gently. “Irene… do you want to go talk to her? I can turn her down for you.”
I was a little surprised by how well they were taking all of this, given the time period; but if you think about it, same sex relationships have existed for years before I was born. They were just more hidden and secretized, since many places had banned them or looked down upon people. Our group though- we were a weird band of misfits, all grouped together for the same cause. To defeat Naraku and, by extension, Anastasia. They were accepting, more empathetic and kind than anyone else I knew back in my era.
They were open-minded and kind, if not a bit teasing. A part of me remember that conversation I had with Kagome and Sango in the bath back in the demon mansion, and I wondered why I didn’t think more about it back then. They would never judge. Not for this. Still, it doesn’t make what happened any less embarrassing.
“Hey. Short-stop.” I cringed even further when my sister called out to me. Her being there to see the whole fiasco honestly made things feel a hundred times worse. “Thoughts. Now. Were you liking or hating it? Because that is determining if I chase after Tōran with the sword.”
“The moment of truth.” Miroku hummed. He crossed a leg over the other, using his staff for balance as he leaned forward, very much intrigued. “Tell us, dear friend, just how did that absolutely wonderful kiss feel? It was your first, wasn’t it?”
He jumped and leaned back a little when Sango whirled her head around to glare at him, the monk hurriedly raising a hand up in defense.
“N-Not because I’m thinking bad thoughts! It’s out of concern for her mental state, I swear!”
Kagome tilted her head, hearing me mumble something into her shirt. “What was that?” She pulled away slightly, lifting my head up and brushing my bangs out of my exceedingly red face, watching the way I avoided looking at everything, the embarrassment clear for all to see. “Irene… you have to speak up.”
I don’t wanna though. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, trying very hard not to remember. “I-It… um…” Damn it. I don’t wanna say. I’m so done with this.
“Hey.” I felt Maria reached over and press a hand gently against my back. “Come on. Do I kill or no kill?”
“...No kill.”
“What?”
“It’s… um…” I cleared my throat, praying that this moment would not haunt me for the rest of my tiny lifespan, and that my friends would not tease or make fun of me for it for the rest of the time we travelled together. Taking a shaky and uneven breath, I blinked away the tears and looked up at Maria, pouting with the most conflicted expression I’ve ever worn. “I-I don’t… I mean, I don’t…”
Come on, spit it out.
“I don’t... think that I’m ace.”
Bisexual though? One hundred percent. A part of me sort of wanted Tōran to kiss me again, and maybe hold me up in her arms bridal style because there was no way she wasn’t strong enough to do that. That woman was a demon, and had arm muscles that could rival even Sango. Like, holy frick, man.
Gods, I can’t believe she just awakened something in me. That was so rude.
I was content living my life without having experienced anything, and that I would die without doing so, but now? Now I wanted more. Ugh. I’m not sure if I’m more mad at her for kissing me without warning or mad at myself for wanting another one. That woman had tried to sacrifice me at one point, hardly even a week ago, and now here I am panicking because oh gods the kiss felt nice.
Maria, seeing the emotions rapidly flickering across my face, processed my confession and blinked. “...Well, fuck. So I can’t stab her now?”
“...No.”
My sister stared at me and then sighed, loosening her grip on her sword handle- which I just now noticed she was holding. What the frick. “I could have used the practice… ah, well.” She grinned at me. “We have another thing in common now!”
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Chapter 25: Only You, Sango
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After Tōran and her panthers vanished, Maria and I shared our goodbyes before she followed the wolves back to the mountains where they lived. The exhaustion hit me quickly after, and I barely managed to stay awake long enough for the gang to finish their preparations for us to leave. The villagers thanked us for saving them- though they eyed me a bit suspiciously- and handed us some bags full of food and even some money.
I guess they still thought I was a demon after that little fire show in the hut. I couldn’t hate or blame them for it; foreigners weren’t exactly common or trusted here in this era. There were trade routes… I think, since we were in the middle of the fifteen hundreds- but there was still tons of war and fighting. It made sense that so many people were suspicious.
So, not wanting to invoke any of their wrath or cause even more unease, I remained in the corner with Kirara, Shippō, and Inuyasha. Yawning, I fell to the side, and Inuyasha tensed- raising a brow at me when he saw I was currently using his shoulder for a pillow. “Seriously?”
I didn’t have the strength to use my voice, so I simply gave a weak nod instead. The half-demon sighed, but to my surprise he didn’t push me away. He… must have been really worried. It was little things like this that helped remind me that, despite all our differences, we were truly friends. It was… nice.
I had been so scared during the kidnapping; I couldn’t get myself out this time. I was to sick and weak and exhausted, all I could do was hope and pray my friends would come rescue me. And they did. I could feel eyes start to burn a little just thinking about.
Inuyasha stared at me for a moment, contemplating something, before making a face and asking, “Just what the hell went on between you and those demons, anyway? Tōran was trying to kill you before- or did you already forget that? Honestly… talk about stupid.”
“Irene just has a habit of befriending people.” Shippō defended, crossing his arms at Inuyasha before looking up at me, his eyes stern. “And that includes the bad guys, apparently.”
To be fair, I didn’t really befriend anyone this time around. “A-All I did… was… trying to warn her… n-not to… revive the… demon… person.”
“Didn’t stop ‘er.” Inuyasha huffed. “Still, now we know why she was so insistent on taking care of you when you were unconscious. So…” He turned his head and looked down at me, and I slowly lifted my gaze to meet his. He seemed both curious and annoyed. “You two gonna be an item now? Is that a thing that’s happening?”
Though tired and drained, I could still feel the heat rise to my face as I remembered what happened only an hour or two ago. I buried my face in his arm, trying desperately to hide the embarrassment and uncertainty I felt, clinging to the red cloth of his kimono. “I-I don’t- I don’t know…!”
How the heck am I supposed to know? I’ve never been in this situation before. I mean, I wasn’t exactly planning on dating Tōran. Hell, I wasn’t planning on dating anyone. I just wanted to live long enough to defeat Naraku and Anastasia, but now I had a wrench thrown at me and I had no idea how to handle it.
Biting my bottom lip, practically pouting, eyes as teary as they could be as I fought against a cough, I wheezed and mumbled something unintelligible before pulling away and grabbing onto Kirara’s fur. “I-I’ll talk to her… later.”
Yes. I have to turn her down. I’m not even from this time period.
If I don’t die soon, then I’ll be heading home eventually. Just because I liked the kiss, doesn’t exactly mean that I viewed Tōran in a romantic sense. I’ll have to turn her down. I just… hope I don’t hurt her too badly in the process. Ugh, I hate this. Why is this happening? Why did she even do that to me of all people? I’m not likeable in the slightest! Not in that way. Ugh, my head hurts.
I leaned down, hugging Kirara and squeezing my eyes shut, praying the pain in my head and chest would go away soon. I’m so tired. Maybe we could go bathe in a nearby hot spring or something; that might help energize some of my sore and exhausted muscles. I really want to take a bath. I miss hot water.
I miss… Maria already, too…
Against my wishes, lured into relaxation as I leaned against the soft fur and listened to the heartbeat of the cat demon I was cuddling with, the exhaustion won over me and I fell asleep. Again. And only awoke sometime when we were in the mountains.
Sango and Kagome fussed so much when they found I had another fever- this one much lighter than before- but it only got worse two days later when it began to rain during our travels. Our trek through the mountainside took way longer than it should have, and that was after I had managed to somehow convince them to keep going without waiting for me to completely recover.
We had already lost so much time because of the kidnapping and my being momentarily comatose. I didn’t want Naraku and Anastasia to have the upper hand any longer. Ayame Village was still a good three days away. It wasn’t like a complete recovery was possible for me, anyway. I get sick so easily.
But this rain… ugh. I shivered and huddled close to Kirara, burrowed in her fur, sitting on her back, my body covered with a thick blanket and an uncomfortable straw hat tied to my head.
Miroku and Sango also wore hats, and Shippō sat in my lap with a large leaf over his head, while Kagome held a pink umbrella over herself. Inuyasha, though… that doofus was more stubborn than me, and he was marching through the rain soaking wet from head-to-toe, even if his own sneezes annoyed him.
Gods, I’m so tired…
I don’t want to nap again- I’ve had so many of those recently, and the amount and the durations of the time spent asleep just kept increasing, yet I feel so awful that napping seems like a really good idea.
I have to stay awake… just a bit…. Longer…
I jolted, eyes wide, startled by a loud noise, only to make a face when I realized it was just Inuyasha sneezing for the fifteenth time. Frick, man; just share Kagome’s umbrella already! Don’t scare me like that.
“Lousy weather.” Inuyasha grumbled, rubbing at his face. He sniffled loudly.
I shivered at a particularly cold breeze and huddled closer to Shippō and Kirara, burrowed as far as possible within the thick blanket. I could almost feel the piercing stares of concern coming from Sango and Miroku, but thankfully Kagome distracted them by striking up conversation with our favorite stubborn resident half-demon.
“Why don’t you use an umbrella to cover your head?” Kagome suggested, looking over at Inuyasha.
“Hats and those umbrella things of yours are only for women and children.” He responded, refusing.
Shippō blinked at him, and Miroku frowned. I hung my head to the side, feeling even more sleepy as the cold weather made my fever try to rise up even more. I was just thinking about making a comment about how ridiculous Inuyasha’s statement was when another yawn escaped and I hunched over, coughing into my shoulder, before blinking groggily and watching the middle schooler raise her eyebrows at the half-demon.
Kagome, having seen it coming, was unphased by his response. Still, she was determined. “That pride of yours is gonna get you a nasty cold.” She warned.
Inuyasha turned his head away, stubborn, ears twitching. “I’m not a weakling like some people.”
Oh.
I stared at him for a moment as we walked, vision a bit blurry from the dizziness I felt, and I turned away and tightened the hold I had on the blanket wrapped around me and the fox demon who sat in my lap. I didn’t want to automatically assume Inuyasha was talking about me or that he was trying to be insulting, but with my condition and the continual downfall of my health it…
It made it difficult not to.
They cared and were more than generous, but… that didn’t exactly change the fact that I was still a burden to them. I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from trying to apologize, as I knew that would only escalate the situation and start an unnecessary argument, and instead I sat in silence as the rain continued to pour down, dread settling in my stomach and pulling my heart down with it.
“Irene…?” Shippō raised his head up to stare at me, and seeing the concern in those green eyes of his I flashed a weak smile.
“It’s… It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
“You just don’t understand.” Kagome said, letting out a dramatic sigh, still talking to Inuyasha.
She then brightened, wearing a mischievous smile on her face, clearly planning to lure him into some trap or plot of hers. Being an avid reader of fanfiction and romance novels back home, I had a feeling I knew where it was going. It was… kinda amusing, watching her flirt and the half-demon being too dense to realize it.
“Understand what?” Inuyasha demanded. Kagome grinned.
“Well, umbrellas can really come in handy, you know?” Her brown eyes glanced over at me. “Isn’t that right, Irene? You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?”
“O-Oh, yeah.” I tried to match her smirk, though I lacked the energy to do so properly. I freed one of my hands from the blanket and pointed at the gloomy grey sky. “E-Especially… on a rainy day… like this.”
She giggled, and Inuyasha made a face.
“So, are either of you going to explain?” The half-demon grouched.
“You know it.” Kagome beamed. Suddenly, the group stopped moving- but she kept walking. I looked down at Kirara in confusion, then around us, and when Kagome noticed the lack of footsteps she paused and did the same. “Huh? What’s the matter?”
Miroku narrowed his eyes and gripped the rim of his straw hat, staring ahead of us intently. It was like he was trying to… gauge something- as if he could sense demons or some other threat heading our way. Yet, despite all this time I’ve spent learning how to sense them, I couldn’t feel a single demonic aura at all.
“Something is coming.” He stated. The monk frowned deeply. “I can feel it.”
Sango nodded, reaching behind her to grip her hiraikotsu in case she needed to pull it out at a moment’s notice. “Me too. Humans.”
What? That explains the lack of demonic aura, but… what? Seriously?
“Yup.” Inuyasha nodded, expression becoming a lot more serious. “And lots of them.”
Kagome and I looked forward, utterly baffled by this. How on earth could they tell it was humans approaching us? Could they sense the vibrations through the earth? I knew they were powerful, but that is some insane level of six sense to tell just from the strength of the footsteps. What the heck.
Right when I think I’m done being amazed by my friends, they give me another reason to be awed by them. At least Kagome is with me in the normal sense area. Neither of us noticed the footsteps or approaching humans at all.
I coughed and wiggled my nose, feeling a sneeze trying to happen, and I huddled further into my blanket- watching through the misty fog of rain as a horde of… soldiers came marching our way? Weird.
Their clothes were colored in orange-and-black, and their armor a heavy shade of dark green. They passed straight through Kagome and Kirara- and by extension Shippō and myself- and headed right towards our favorite hiraikotsu swinging brunette. They bowed to her, kneeling on the ground, and her brown eyes gazed down at them in surprise.
“Would you be Sango, the demon slayer?” The leader asked, only shocking her further. “And… her travel party?”
Everyone was dumbfounded. Even Inuyasha was no exception. “Huh?”
“Uh, yes.” Miroku blinked, taking over when he saw Sango was still recovering from the surprise. “This is Sango here.”
The soldier on the ground nodded, pressing a hand to his armored chest. “I am the vassal, Asarti, representing the Taketa clan. We have come to speak with Sango.”
Sango blinked once more, lifted her straw hat up to get a better look at his face, and furrowed her brows. “Excuse me?”
Though confused by this sudden turn of events, we ended up following the soldiers to a worn down hut- one that was void of all people and served as temporary shelter. There, the man continued with his tale, and I curled around Kirara to try and warm up- taking a drink of some nice warm herbal tea Kagome had prepared for everybody. She chose herbs that would specifically help with my breathing, though I think our group was the only ones to actually realize that.
A subtle thing, but a kind gesture nonetheless. They were so overprotective of me and my health it almost felt like they were pampering me, which… honestly only made me feel worse about my impending fate. My gratitude and guilt would know no end until my death, and even then… it would probably remain in the afterlife. Perhaps it would become even stronger.
The thought left me cold.
“I had been asked to request that you destroy a demon that plagues our castle at night.” The soldier spoke to Sango, informing her of his lord’s desires. “We will not question your methods, and if necessary- we will evacuate the castle.”
The man pulled out a dark blue bag of coins, setting it down on the floor in front of her, and everyone gaped at the sheer size of it.
“Consider this an advanced payment.” He said. “After the demon is destroyed, you will receive the other half of the sum.” Asarti then raised a brow, observing our reactions. “I believe this offer is more than fair… What do you say?”
“But…” Sango stared at the large bag of coins in front of her. “...that’s far too much money!”
Miroku nodded, eyebrows high on his forehead. “Yes, it’s twenty times what she normally gets paid.”
“Then, you will accept?” The soldier inquired.
Sango hurriedly shook her head, waving a hand in the air. “The offer is too generous. I’m sorry, but I must decline.”
How did they even know how to find her? Was she that famous? I wasn’t even aware she occasionally took on demon slaying jobs outside of our hunt for Naraku and Anastasia. I guess, despite all this time we spent together, there was still a lot I didn’t know about everyone.
That’s… actually a little bit distressing.
I know we’re close- emotionally wise. Time and again it was proven we’d risk our lives for each other. But what do I actually know about them, aside from their goals and kindness? I don’t even think I know everyone’s favorite color or food. I know Sango enjoys pink colored fabrics and that Inuyasha loves ramen, but times like these just… really remind me that, despite everything, I was still just an outsider.
Heart falling heavily into my stomach, strengthening the emptiness I felt, I cradled the cup of warm tea close, feeling it burn through the coldness of my fingers. It did little to distract me, though, and I found myself holding back another sneeze.
They would definitely be upset when I died- if I died- but this realization hurt me inside. I want to know more about them. If I do survive long enough to get back home, I want to remember everything about them. I don’t want to forget.
I don’t want to be forgotten, either.
I just…
I let out a long and quiet sigh, staring into the warm liquid, before turning my head to watch everyone try and decline the overly generous pay. It almost felt like deja vu- back when little Sachi’s parents and even the Kasasagi Town Headman tried to give me money, they all insisted that I take it even though it was way too much.
Now here they are- behaving the exact same way I did.
It was hard not to notice the irony of the situation- although, to be fair, Sango and Miroku weren’t there at Akebi Village or Kasasagi Town when that happened. Cracking the smallest of smiles, I tilted my head and leaned over to look at everyone, allowing the soldiers to finally get a glimpse of my face. “It’d be… rude to refuse, y’know.”
Everyone looked at me in surprise- even the soldiers, who seemed like they wanted nothing to do with my presence. Some actually looked like they were glaring at me, eyes full of distrust. Knowing that it was because I was a foreigner, I decided to ignore them- instead flashing my friends a weak grin.
“We should… help if we can.”
“True, but…” Sango hesitated. She raised a hand to her chin, looking down at the bag full of money. “It’s still so much…”
“You can not refuse!” A voice suddenly bellowed from outside.
To our alarm there was a white horse visible from the open doorway, and a man was sitting atop it. I took another sip of my tea, squinting to get a better look at his face before he climbed off the horse. His clothes were in shades of yellow and blue, and he wore a hat over his head to protect him from the rain. Around him, all the soldiers bowed. His hair was brown and pulled back out of his face, and his dark grey eyes were unmistakably full of affection as he gazed at our resident demon slayer.
“It’s been far too long, Sango.” He greeted, voice full of warmth.
“Uh…” She blinked, not at all recognizing the stranger. “Do I know you?”
The silence that followed was so awkward, it was almost painful. Finishing off the tea that remained in my cup, I set the cup down and scooted closer towards Sango. I had no idea who this guy is- he was clearly someone of status judging by all the soldiers and how they bowed their heads- but he was eying my favorite demon slayer with some pretty sus’ lookin’ eyes.
Sango turned her head when she felt me slide in beside her, wrapping my hands around her right arm protectively. I frowned deeply, dizzy yet determined, observing the stranger intently.
What could he want with her? Not just to slay demons, I bet.
In this time period, Sango was considered of marriageable age. She was also beautiful and strong and intelligent, and was an amazing sister. Only fools wouldn’t fall for her.
But none of them deserved her. Not even this creep in front of us.
“Look closer, Sango.” Kagome urged, flashing a tense smile as she leaned over to whisper. “Doesn’t he seem a little bit familiar?”
Shippō nodded, climbing onto my lap. “He certainly seems to know you.”
The soldiers appeared startled when Sango rested her free hand against mine, having not expected such an easy show of affection- especially not to a foreigner such as myself.
“Yeah.” She said, furrowing her brows. The woman squeezed my hand. “But I don’t recall where or when we could have met…”
My heart started to pick up pace, nervous and wary, and I could feel my head pound. It made it hard to focus and I had to close my eyes for a moment to breathe. Everything was going to be fine. Sango was going to be fine. No matter what this guy tries to pull, we’ll be able to put a stop to it. Besides, there’s no way she’ll let him get away if he does hurt her somehow. Sango is incredibly powerful, and has a strong sense of justice.
She doesn’t even let Miroku get away with all his gross womanizing. This man won’t stand a chance against her wrath.
I watched with narrowed eyes as the stranger forced a smile, the man doing his best to remain cordial. “Well, I… can’t blame you for not remembering. It was an awfully long time ago: six years, in fact.”
He then walked forward, escaping the cold rainy weather by entering the hut. To my alarm, he wasted no time in rushing over to us, sitting down on his knees in front of Sango. She blinked and opened her mouth to protest when he snatched her hands off my arms, grasping them in his own, but he spoke before she could protest.
“Please, let us retire to the castle! There we can talk in leisure, and become reacquainted with one another.”
Okay, yeah. I really don’t like this guy.
Miroku clearly felt the same, if the intense stare he was sending him meant anything. We both eyed the feudal lord skeptically, but Kagome seemed to have reached some kind of realization- for she was quietly cheering to herself about how, “This is it!”
Feeling my nose start to tickle, I quickly pulled away from Sango and sneezed into my shoulder, scooting back and huddling into the blanket I was using before. Within moments Shippō was fussing over me, and Sango took that chance to snatch her hands away from the lord to tend to me instead.
I tried to ignore the surge of satisfaction that washed over me, knowing that I was able to use my sickness to help Sango escape an uncomfortable situation, but it was quite difficult. I had to hide my grin behind the blanket she was forcibly wrapping around me so the baffled lord couldn’t see it.
He and his soldiers were watching in such confusion as these people, my friends, tended to someone who was clearly a foreigner. Hearing me let out another sneeze, my fever rising up again, Inuyasha let out a very grumpy sound of disapproval.
“No dying on us.” He barked.
I said nothing in response, merely sniffling as I tried and failed to get my nose to stop running. Miroku was completely silent though; something I found quite strange. I thought he of all people would have had at least something to say in this situation.
Even if it would just be to ask if there were any beautiful women inside the castle…
Sango helping me up onto Kirara, she took a seat behind me- declining a ride with the lord- to ensure I wouldn’t fall off the cat demon, the slayer wrapping an arm around my middle to keep me close to her. The rest of the gang walked, save for Shippō who sat in my lap, and before long we were making our way up the mountains, heading to the strange lord’s castle.
The thought of being in another castle unnerved me, reminding me all too much about Naraku and what happened to the samurai and citizens that had died there. So many people- so many innocents- who had lost their lives. Gods, I’m so scared.
Everyone… I’m so sorry.
The stress made my fever worsen, my eyes sliding groggily shut as my head bumped against Sango’s shoulder. Just how much longer do I have? Will I even survive another use of my Shikigami? If Kagura and Kanna attack us, I don’t think I’ll be able to help this time.
Really… things just kept getting worse…
And I can’t even… stay awake…
…
When I awoke, it was on a futon- a beautiful kimono draped over my form as a blanket. I furrowed my brows at the weight on my forehead, only to realize shortly after that it was a damp rag meant to absorb the heat from my fever.
“How are you feeling?” Sango asked softly, noticing I was awake. She rested the backs of her fingers gently against my cheek. “Any better?”
Ah. I guess we were at the castle, then. I blinked a few times and gave a weak nod, before trying to speak- throat quite parched. “Th-Thirsty…”
“Here.”
She picked up a ladle and scooped up some water from a wooden bucket, and helped me sit up- pouring it into my mouth. I swallowed greedily, gasping a bit when I was done. Setting the wooden ladle down, she rubbed my back with a concerned gaze.
“How’s your breathing? Dinner is about to be served soon; if you want, I can try and ask the lord to bring it to your room for you…”
Room. My room? I have a room? Oh, guest room. Right. Brain, come on. Ugh, I’m so dizzy. “Food is… nice…” I leaned over, head plopping down against her chest as I struggled to breathe, sweat beading down the sides of my face.
I really am nothing but a burden like this.
Taking a shaky breath, I opened my eyes and looked up at her, trying to get my thoughts in order. “The… lord… dude. What happened... with him?”
Suddenly, and to my alarm, her cheeks flushed pink and she awkwardly turned away. “W-Well, that’s… I mean, he asked me to slay a demon for him. And… um…”
Her face is even more red than pink now. Sango pressed a hand to her cheek, clearly flustered over something that I was too tired to figure out. Squeezing her eyes shut, she inhaled deeply, before ducking her head down and blurting out,
“He asked me to marry him!”
I blinked, letting it register. Several seconds passed, the shock and alarm washing over me as my eyes widened, fear for my friend filling my heart. No. No, we have to stay calm. Don’t panic. Furrowing my brows, I tilted my head, greatly concerned. I needed to focus on Sango right now. Her feelings mattered most. “What… did you say to him?”
“N-Nothing yet, but…” She faltered. Sango sighed and reached out her arms, surprising me by pulling me in for a hug. She buried her face in my shoulder. “I just don’t know. I want to decline, and yet… I want…”
What? What do you want? “You don’t… actually want to marry him, do you? I thought… you liked Miroku?”
“Th-That’s…”
Oh. She didn’t outright deny it this time. Placing my hands over her arms, I pulled away slightly to look at her, completely serious. “Sango. Do you… want Miroku to say something? Is… Is that why you haven’t declined the proposal yet? You want him to stop you from accepting the proposal?”
She said nothing, face red as a beet as she bit down on her bottom lip. Her eyes actually looked a bit misty. Suddenly, she groaned, hanging her head and hiding her face with a hand. “I’m such an idiot, aren’t I? Why would he say anything? Why do I even care? He’s a two-timing, philandering monk!”
I nodded my head thoughtfully, agreeing one hundred percent with that. “I meaaaan… I won’t argue with you there. You could do way better. You… deserve better. But…”
Taking a deep breath, I gave her arms a comforting squeeze and flashed a small smile.
“I’m not going to… tell you how to feel. So long as you don’t accept the offer out of some… misguided… hope or jealousy attempt, then you should take all the time you need to figure out your feelings. Okay?”
She gave an awkward nod, tense and more than a little out of her comfort zone with this situation she found herself in. But I was going to be there for her, even if I have to suffer to do it. That means it was time to answer her earlier question.
“I’ll join you for dinner.” I stated firmly. “That way… if anything happens, you got… backup.”
“Are you sure?” She asked, eyes both pleading and worried. “I don’t want to make you-“
“It’s fine.”
I would just like to take a bath first, if that’s possible. When I mentioned that to Sango, she agreed that a bath sounded great, so she went and asked one of the servants if they could prepare a bath. They did so- under orders of the lord, Kuranosukei Taketa, to do whatever Sango wished, and the demon slayer and I made our way to the steamy water.
It was there that I discovered that all my previous wounds had healed and were scarred over- even the ones on my back. I guess I just never noticed before due to everything that was happening, but… that cat from the old temple…
When it healed me, it healed everything else too. Not just my broken ribs, but the deep gash on my back, my wounded arm, and even my feet and the burns on my hands. It was nice, though I knew if Maria ever found out she would lose her mind over how scarred up I was. It looked like I was put through a blender twice. Like, jeez. The only thing that didn’t scar were the burns.
It really makes me wonder how I survived this long. Or… maybe all of what I’ve been through is the reason why I’m not going to last much longer? Why my body can’t keep up anymore? I sighed and tried not to think too much about it, leaning against the side of the tub to escape the majority of the suffocating steam. Sango watched me for a few seconds before putting some soap in her hair, cleaning herself, a towel around her curvaceous form, and I rested my chin on my arms near the wooden porch, sinking into the warm water, having already washed all the dirt off of my body and hair.
I was really sleepy… but… I needed to stay awake. At least long enough to eat dinner. I’m worried that guy might try to pull something on Sango- even with the knowledge that she’d beat him up if he tried. I still can’t believe how silent Miroku was earlier. He looked even more bothered than I was, yet said nothing. He didn’t even make a quip about beautiful women or anything of the sort.
I didn’t want to assume anything, but… was he jealous? Was he upset at all? What was going through his mind during that time? I know Sango has feelings for Miroku, but did Miroku have any feelings for Sango? I’m so confused. I wasn’t exactly all that close to the monk, but we were still friends. Would he be annoyed if I asked?
“Sango…”
“Hm?” She paused, having been running her fingers through her hair to wash out the soap. “What is it, Irene? Is something wrong?”
“No, it’s just…” I hesitated. It really wasn’t my place to intervene, but I don’t think Sango was all that comfortable with the feudal lord hitting on her either. “Are you okay with this? W-With… everything that’s… happening?”
“I…” Sango faltered. The demon slayer looked down, then turned away- getting back to work with washing her hair. “I don’t know. It’s all so sudden. To be honest, I’m more worried about finding the demon they were speaking of… and making sure you recover.”
There it was again. That familiar pang of guilt.
I wanted to apologize. To tell her everything that’s been plaguing me, to let her know it was never my intention to befriend her and then slowly wither away until it was time for death to come collect me, but… I couldn’t. It was too much. I didn’t want to burden her even more. “I…”
After rinsing the soap out of her hair, she turned around, carefully climbed into the water, and swam over to me, flashing a small smile, before cupping my face with her hands. “Let’s just focus on your recovery at the moment, okay? The others and I will take care of the demon, so you just need to work on feeling better. Don’t worry so much about us. Just concentrate on you.”
I bit down hard on my lip- feeling my eyes start to tear up. She was looking at me so gently, her expression so soft that it hurt, and I found the self-hate in me grow even more, for soon that smile would be gone. Soon, she would be heartbroken and betrayed, and it would be all my fault. I would be the one to hurt her.
Because… more than anything… she wanted me to live.
And that was going to be impossible.
“R-Right.” I choked. “I’ll… do that.”
For as long as I could manage, I would keep surviving. Until this weak body of mine is unable to move no more, I’ll fight. I’ll fight against the reaper that was coming for my soul, and against death that was trying so hard to claim me. Until I am unable to speak or see or hear or move, until I am nothing more than a motionless sack of human flesh, I would live.
Until then…
I would do my best to meet her expectations, and the expectations of those around us. Our friends. My friends. I’ll live on until it’s no longer possible, just to prolong their disappointment. Their heartbreak.
Sango…
A sob got caught in my throat and I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, resting my hands over hers and leaning into her touch, trying desperately to rid the expressions Miroku and Kagome had back in the hut when they thought I was going to be sacrificed from my mind. “I-I… I’m…”
“It’s okay.” She whispered. Sango leaned forward, pulling my head to her shoulder, letting me cry against her. “I’m here. Just let it all out. We’ll always be here for you, Irene, so there’s no need to hold anything back. Just make sure to breathe, okay?”
That was easier said than done.
After several minutes of crying and me nearly fainting in the bath, we got dressed again. Kagome panicked when she saw my puffy eyes and the way I was being carried by Sango, but after feeding me some more medicine she calmed down and we headed to the main hall for dinner. I could feel the eyes of the soldiers and servants on us, most of them glaring at me, but I was too tired to care.
Some of theirs eyes nearly bugged out of their skulls upon seeing Sango carrying me in her arms. For such a beauty, she was strong. Kagome was actually quite buff herself from all that archery she does, but she doesn’t come anywhere close to Sango’s level. Sitting down in specific spots, the servants then brought over little wooden tables that had our food resting atop them.
Inuyasha scrunched up his nose, looking at the large array of food in front of Sango. He propped an elbow up on his thigh, palm pressed to his face. The half-demon grouched, “How come she gets the royal treatment?”
Sango looked down at her food, both embarrassed and uncomfortable. While the rest of us only had one table of food, she had three.
Kagome tried to lighten the situation. “So what if she has more food than us? The lord is trying to woo her, so you can’t blame him for treating her better.”
I poked at the rice with my chopstick, noting that my portion was ridiculously smaller than everyone else’s- and that it was the only thing I got to eat. I didn’t even get a fish to go with it. It’s a good thing I wasn’t that hungry, what with the way my stomach was churning grossly, otherwise I would be super upset.
The medicine wasn’t really settling well with me right now either, though I was happy that my fever had finally gone down. Unfortunately, that doesn’t change the fact that I was still quite groggy.
“Irene, you barely have anything!” Shippō exclaimed, brows furrowing as he quickly became upset. “Why’d they give you so little?”
“What?” Inuyasha blinked, and Kagome and Sango both turned their heads towards my very sad tray of food. “The hell is up with that? Sango’s being wooed, so sure- fine, she gets royal treatment, but shouldn’t they at least give a sick person a decent meal?”
“Why…” Kagome frowned, and Sango looked like she was going to start apologizing to me for some weird reason, but I quickly flashed them all a weak smile and held up my hands.
“I-It’s fine. I’m… not that hungry, so…”
Kagome’s eyes suddenly flashed with realization and she looked at me in horror, as if finally realizing all the discrimination I had been putting up with all this time. “Irene, you-”
Mikoru was silent, having been praying the moment the food arrived, before he sighed. He then opened his eyes, irritated, before standing up from his seat. He glanced down at me, then at Sango, and started to turn away. “You can have my share, Irene.”
Wait, what?
Never in my life have I been so alarmed. He loved eating as much as Inuyasha did. “I-I’m really okay-”
“W-Wait, Miroku!” Sango exclaimed, seeing him start to leave the area. She sat up on her knees, jolting and reaching a hand out as if to stop him. “Where are you going- eh?” The monk stopped by a nearby servant, grasping her free hand and flashing her his typical playboy smile.
“Would you consider bearing my children?” He suddenly asked the woman, who gave a surprised gasp before laughing at his audacity.
Sango fell sideways upon hearing the question, and I recoiled in disgust. Why- just why- was I considering trying to help Sango and Miroku get together? I regret every decent thought I ever had about it.
I hate that I even felt concern about him giving me his food. Screw it. It’s mine now. I slowly pushed my way up onto my feet, stumbling a little as I made my way over to his seat- plopping down in it in a fashion similar to the way Inuyasha was sitting, snatching up a fish with the chopsticks and sending Miroku the stink eye as I took a bite.
Hmph.
I watched in annoyance as the servant made her escape through the sliding doors, waving Miroku off with red cheeks, flustered from the blatant question he had asked. “Surely you jest with me, my itinerant monk!”
“Not at all!” Miroku exclaimed with a laugh, raising his hands up as if to appease her, despite clearly being aware of the demon slayer that was raging behind him, Sango having stood up after her fall. After the door closed behind the servant, Sango marched right up to the monk and smacked her palm against his face as hard as she could. Miroku yelped, knocked down onto his rear. “Ow!”
“Hmph!” Sango opened the door, but before she left she called over her shoulder, voice cold as ice, “Irene- you can eat my share as well! I’m suddenly not feeling hungry anymore.”
Oh. Oh jeez. Sango is super pissed right now.
“I-I can’t eat all this-” I started, frantically swallowing the fish I had been chewing, only to flinch when the door slammed. “-myself…”
Shippō made a face, staring at Miroku who was stuck on the floor, not at all surprised. “What an idiot.”
I shook my head, taking a bite of the rice. That idiot really had it coming for him. The monk grimaced, rubbing at his wounded cheek, and slowly made his way back to my old seat to pick up a cup of tea.
“Good grief.” He muttered, sitting down. “Now that hardly called for such brutality.”
I looked at him, expression completely blank. Chopsticks to my lips, I swallowed my rice and stated bluntly, “It should have been worse.”
“Huh?”
Kagome sighed. “Miroku, you can’t really blame Sango for being jealous after that way you came onto that other woman.”
Shippō nodded in agreement, crossing his arms over his chest. “No wonder she was so angry!”
Inuyasha huffed, waving a hand in the air, now laying on his side after he finished eating his food. He practically scarfed it all up while the two were fighting. It made me wonder if he ever bothers to actually chew his food, or if he just swallows them whole. “What’s the big deal? It’s not like she’s never seen him do it before. He flirts with practically anything that moves.”
He’s not… wrong. But still; Miroku was acting way out of line.
Kagome scowled at the half-demon. “That’s typical; you don’t understand anything!”
“Like what, for instance?”
“Like how Sango wants Miroku to stop her from accepting the proposal!” Kagome exclaimed.
I almost choked a second time. I looked at her with big eyes, wondering why she was blurting out such an important secret so quickly. “You can’t just-! K-Kagome, you can’t just tell on her like that!”
“What? Why not?” Kagome frowned. “This is an emergency!”
“What are you two talking about?” Inuyasha demanded. “What emergency? Stopping Sango from accepting what?”
I’m going to hurt these boys, I swear. I leaned my head back, smacking a hand to my forehead. “The proposal, ya moron!”
“Oi! You’re the moron, moron!”
“Stop it!” Kagome snapped. “We need to focus!”
You know what? I can’t deal with this. Carefully setting my chopsticks down across the bowl, I sighed and started to stand. “I’m going after Sango.”
“What?” Kagome looked up at me in surprise. “Are you sure? You still need rest-”
“It’s fine.” She needed someone beside her right now.
“Wait!” Kagome suddenly exclaimed, standing up. The middle schooler forcibly grabbed a startled Miroku’s left arm and rushed over, forcing me to sit back down by placing a hand on my shoulder. She seemed excited, and I had a bad feeling over what it was. “You just wait here with Inuyasha and the others, okay? I’ll take care of everything! Miroku, come with me!”
“What are you- whoa!” The monk yelped, having no choice but to follow as the middle-schooler dragged him out of the room.
Oh boy. This really isn’t going to end well. Pushing my tray to the side towards Inuyasha, who raised an eyebrow at me as he watched me stand up, I fiddled with my sleeves and started to slowly wander over to the door. Pawsteps reached my ears and I blinked, pausing to look back- realizing Kirara had followed me.
I flashed her a small smile and shook my head, the exhaustion clear in my eyes despite how well I tried to hide it. “Stay here, okay? I’ll be fine.” Ignoring Inuyasha and Shippō’s intense stares I slid open the door and wandered outside, determined to find my friend- or at the very least stop Kagome from having Miroku do something stupid.
It was one thing to encourage someone, but it was another to purposefully interfere.
I walked across the wooden floor of the castle aimlessly, not quite knowing where to head, and shoved my hands into my jean pockets to hide my fidgeting when I saw passing servants glare at me or send me distrustful looks. I don’t even think I was five minutes into my walk before I had to stop and sit down near some steps, drained and gasping for breath.
Elbows propped on my knees, I hunched over, sweat dripping along my brow. I’m really not… able to keep up anymore, am I? Damn. I’m way worse than I initially thought. Being spoiled by riding on Kirara all the time probably wasn’t helping with my stamina either.
I was just about to try standing up again when something bumped me hard on the head, a sudden coldness washing over me- leaving my hair and clothes completely wet, body drenched head-to-toe. I blinked, utterly stunned and just a bit dumbfounded, and I lifted up the bucket that was obscuring my vision to get a peek at who just assaulted me. A woman stared down at me with hateful eyes, long black hair tied back with a ribbon.
She was… one of the servants that delivered the food earlier. Lifting the bucket off my head, I shakily stood, standing on a step below her, and held it out to her. “I-I think… you dropped this?”
The woman hmph’d at me. “So I did.”
Yet instead of taking the bucket, she shoved her shoulder into mine as she walked down the steps, pushing me off the porch. I let out a startled yelp, dropping the bucket and flailing my arms, only to flinch when I landed painfully on the ground below. She picked up the bucket then, and walked off without saying another word.
I stared at her for a few seconds, baffled by her behavior, the water dripping from my hair and down my face, only to let out a painful sneeze shortly after she vanished from view.
Sniffling, I coughed a few times and used the porch as leverage to stand back up, not at all annoyed by the dirt that was on my drenched clothes. I was used to rough weather nowadays, though my body didn’t really appreciate it at all. Gods, I… I don’t think I can go talk to Sango like this. She’ll throw a fit.
I don’t want to upset her more than she already is.
I flicked my hands, trying to get some of the water off of them, and looked up at the sky, rubbing at my face. It was nearly evening. The sun was getting ready to set. I doubted any of the servants would prepare fresh clothes for me if I asked them- if they did, the clothes would probably already be dirty. Well... I suppose dirty clothes would be better than wet ones with the condition I’m currently in, so… yeah. Might as well. It’s not like I haven’t been wearing the same outfit for several days on end.
Actually, nah. They might have already prepared night clothes for everyone, so I can just wear those for now and let these dry in the meantime.
Now, where was my room again…?
I wandered for a while, feeling a little guilty for getting water all over the floors that have undoubtedly been cleaned in preparation for having Sango and the others as guests, but I tried to remind myself it wasn’t entirely my fault. The woman clearly dropped the bucket on me on purpose. Which was super rude, might I add. I bet she was the one who decided I would only have the tiniest of the rice bowls, too.
Gods, all this walking is making me dizzy…
No. We can do this.
This is… the right room… isn’t it? I tiredly slid it open, only to blink in surprise when I saw it definitely wasn’t the right room, as there were several pairs of familiar eyes staring at me- all having been in the process of the devouring their food. Inuyasha swallowed his fish, looking up at me in alarm, and I realized very quickly that I had walked in a circle- or at the very least came back the way I had left.
Whoops.
Stepping back, I closed the door in front of me before anything could be said, but then there was the rush of footsteps and Inuyasha was slamming the door back open, an unfamiliar rage flashing across his features. “Who did this to you!?”
What?
“Who did this to you?” He repeated, very much angry. “They know you’re sick! The food was bad enough, but now this?”
Oh. Oh, of course. Inuyasha was a half-demon.
He had been put through situations far worse than what I had ever experienced, or could even imagine, so he knew right away what was going on. He’s probably long-since figured out that a lot of villagers, and just humans in general, had been quite cruel and prejudiced towards me for not being from here.
Yet none of them actually hurt me before, save for the ones from Akebi Village who thought I had been a demon, and the ones from Kasasagi Town who were convinced I had been a criminal. It was a bit odd, but I guess because I was a human that could barely walk on her own rather than a half-demon fully capable of self-defense, he felt the need to get angry on my behalf.
No wanting to cause any problems, despite feeling a bit warm from the concern, I shakily raised my hands up to try and placate him, a weak smile on my face. “I-It’s fine. It’s not like I was hungry, and I just fell earlier… so it’s really-”
“Shut it!” He growled, snatching one of my wrists, and I yelped as he tugged me into the room. I watched with wide eyes as he turned his head and barked at some servants that were still in the room. “One of you get her a towel or something! Didn’t your lord say to treat us all with respect? What do you call this, huh!? Fuckin’ assholes.”
A few of the servants hurriedly stood, clearly afraid of him, and I was left standing in shock as he yanked off the top of his red kimono and forcibly threw it over me like a blanket.
“Come on.”
I couldn’t bring myself to argue as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and brought me further into the room, Kirara wasting no time in transforming. Inuyasha dragged me over to her and forced me to sit down beside him, the half-demon demanding another servant to bring fresh hot tea as Kirara curled around us. He was grumbling to himself as he tied his kimono top around me, making sure it wouldn’t fall off, and Shippō took that moment to bounce over with worried green eyes.
“Irene!” He stood beside me, wrapping Kirara’s tail around my lap to try and help get me warm. “Here- I’ll go ask one of the servants to make you some warm soup, okay? So you stay with Inuyasha and Kirara and feel better!”
I wasn’t entirely sure what was happening. I don’t… think I’ve ever seen Inuyasha act so soft before. Is that why he’s been so quietly lately whenever Sango or Kagome have been fussing over me? He’s been trying to hide how much he actually cared? I… guess that would make sense.
I think the only one he can openly bring himself to admit about caring for is Kagome.
Did… Did the kidnapping mess with him more than I previously believed? I guess one of our last few conversations was a huge argument, and then the panther demons happened directly after. Was he upset with himself for not being able to protect me?
“I-Inuyasha, I…” One of his ears twitched and he turned his head, letting out a grouchy hum to show he was listening. I sniffled and shivered, curling my knees up to my chest and hugging the warm red top of his kimono around me, my head hanging low. My first instinct was to apologize, and I almost did, but I caught myself in time and tried to remember what he told me before. “...Thank you.”
He tensed at that, clearly a little bit awkward, before he removed his hand from my shoulder to bop me lightly atop the head, the teen refusing to look at me. “...Whatever. If you really wanna thank me, stop getting so damn sick all the time. Got it?”
Heh. I wish I could.
Eventually, Shippō returned with a servant carrying a bowl of soup, and several other servants came after with a fresh pot of tea and some towels. Though tired, I did my best to dry my hair and face, and Shippō helped me with my sleeves. I returned Inuyasha’s kimono to him, which he obviously complained about being wet, but he put it back on anyway. I was covered in so many towels at this point I looked a bit like a giant marshmallow, Kirara even nuzzling my face to try and warm me up.
They made me feel like such a kid being treated like this, but beneath all the guilt it did feel a little nice. I loved knowing I had people to care for me, who cared about me, but… it was hard to appreciate it when all I could think about was how sad they were going to be later.
“I’m really not that hungry…” I mumbled, staring at the bowl of soup.
Shippō and Inuyasha and Kirara all gave me the stink eye when I said that, so I ended up caving in and drinking the soup.
I also fell asleep at one point, but when I woke up I discovered that everyone else had passed out as well. It was night time already, and… people were shouting? I coughed, wheezing a little and patting my pockets for my inhalers, watching as Inuyasha, Shippō, and Kirara all stood up. Kirara was hissing, fur standing on end as she glared at the door.
My head was starting to pound, too, and just as I took the last puff from my daily inhaler Kirara dashed forward and forced me onto her back, and Inuyasha slammed the sliding door open and dashed out- the ground rumbling from the giant footsteps of the bear demon we had been hired to slay. Shippō, clinging to Kirara’s tail, cried out and barely managed to climb his way up onto her back, Inuyasha unsheathing tetsusaiga and glaring up at the massive demon before us.
And when I say massive, I mean massive. It was there that the pounding in my head grew worse, and a painful dizziness washed over me- nothing but the roar of the bear resounding with my skull. It was… awful, and aching, and… familiar?
“What took you so long!?” Inuyasha demanded of the demon, just as Kagome, Miroku, and Sango ran up with their weapons in hand.
“Inuyasha!” The monk exclaimed.
Inuyasha glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes, huffed, and looked back up at the demon bear. “It’s about time. Don’t matter, though. I’m about to take care of that demon with one strike of my sword!” He grinned cockily, confidence oozing from his being, despite having just woken up mere moments ago.
I sat up from atop Kirara, fingers gripping her fur, eyes worried as I looked up at the beast. I really hoped Inuyasha could do it- because there was no way my body would last if I tried to use the Shikigami again. What was even going on with me right now? I could feel a ringing of sorts, and a sudden warmth from my nose as the spot behind my eyes stung with pain.
This sensation… this was...
Suddenly, Sango ran forward in front of the half-demon, pretty features twisted from held back rage, and I blinked in surprise at the sight. “Stay out of this, Inuyasha, and let me handle it!” The slayer hissed, heels digging into the ground as she gripped her hiraikotsu tightly.
“What’s the problem?” Inuyasha was baffled. “I can handle that little demon on my own.”
“Slaying that thing is my job.” She stated fiercely. Sango then narrowed her eyes, glaring at the demon with a fiery sort of determination. “Besides… I wouldn’t mind letting off a little steam right now.”
Oooh. Oh, Sango is mad right now. Even Inuyasha was a little frightened, lowering his sword to the ground and taking a tentative step back. “Uh… okay.” I blinked, wiping a hand beneath my nose and staring at the blood. No one seemed to notice, too focused on the demon ahead of us, and I was left alone with my thoughts.
Something was wrong. Not just with Sango, but with that demon as well.
Kagome and I both turned our attention to Miroku, instinctively knowing he was the cause of her anger. “What happened!” The teen demanded. “Did you say something to her?”
“N-No, nothing in particular…” The monk stammered.
Making sure no one could see the blood, I glared at him. “Details. Now.”
“What details!? All I did was wish her happiness!”
Oh my gods. I slammed a hand to my face. “You… are so dumb.”
Miroku was utterly lost, not understanding at all what was wrong with what he said. I shook my head at him and turned back to Sango, ignoring the throbbing ache in my skull and the deafening roars that echoed within it, instead watching as the slayer let out a battlecry and charged into the fray, sliding forward and leaning backwards to avoid a deadly swipe from the bear demon.
“Hrah!” Seeing the demon about to attack again, she slammed the bottom of her hiraikotsu into the ground to block the blow, a victorious smirk spreading across her lips when it worked. The demon became frustrated, yet could not react in time when Sango leapt into the air- running up its arm and jumping again, swinging a solid kick hard against its throat. “Guh! Hyaaah!”
I gaped, awed by her strength and skill.
The demon landed on its side with a satisfying thud, collapsed upon the earth. Sango, falling back, landed on her feet and brushed her bangs out of her eyes, pleased with how the battle was going, before picking up her hiraikotsu and running forward again, ramming into the demon time-and-again. She was completely relentless, switching from physical melee and then back to her weapon, beating the creature into submission.
Shippō clung to Inuyasha’s arm, more than a little intimidated by this side to her. “I’ve never seen Sango look so fierce in battle…!”
“I don’t think there’s a person in this whole world who’d be able to defeat Sango right now.” Inuyasha stated, exasperated and just the tiniest bit concerned. “Why’s she so pissed?”
“Hraaah! Hyah!” Sango roared, bashing her hiraikotsu into the demon’s skull and leaping back. Twisting the weapon, she sent it flying through the air until it rammed into it’s stomach, then caught it as it swung back towards her. “Grah!”
Miroku tightened his grip on his staff, a bit pale in the face as he watched Sango unleash her fury. Kagome turned her head away from the monk, eyebrows raised, hands laced behind her back. “Don’t come crying to me.” She stated bluntly, ready to let the man meet his doom.
Though it hurt, I cupped my hands around my mouth and cheered. The ringing in my ears was almost like a siren at this point, yet somehow less painful than it was when we were at the castle. The last time this happened was because of the hundreds of undead soldiers and servants wandering around, yet this was just a simple demon. So why… was it happening now? It was alive, wasn’t it?
“Beat him up, Sango! Woo!”
There’s something I’m missing. My sinuses are burning right now. Frick. This is just a normal demon, right? It’s not secretly a zombie as well or anything? Gods, it’s… getting harder to think. Focus, Irene. I can’t… I’m so dizzy. Black spots are starting to form in my vision.
The lord of the castle finally arrived in time to watch the commotion, and everyone observed as Sango launched one last good kick against the demon bear’s jaw. “This’ll finish you off!” She declared, raising her hiraikotsu up above her head. “Take this! Hiraikotsu!”
She swung the weapon while being suspended in mid-air, slicing the demon from navel to neck. Falling towards the ground, Sango rolled and stood up gracefully on her feet just as the demon collapsed- the woman catching the hiraikotsu in her hand without so much as a slip in balance when it returned to her.
Kagome beamed, clapping her hands together. “She did it! Way to go!”
Sango glanced over her shoulder at us, a smile on her face. She started to head back our way when the demon bear suddenly twitched, all previous wounds gone as it stood up, the creature roaring loudly as Sango whirled her head around to look up at it- her eyes wide. Taken by surprise, she wasn’t able to move in time- and neither were we.
But… Miroku was- and he took full brunt of the demon bear’s blow, grabbing Sango even as his arm was torn by the creature’s claws, the man leaping away from the danger with her in tow. “M-Miroku!” Sango exclaimed when they landed, quickly pulling out of his grasp to view the damage he had sustained. She gasped. “You’re wounded!”
“You miscalculated.” He said, gripping his bleeding arm, flashing her a strained grin. Miroku glanced back up at the demon. “Sango, when I was watching you fight, I noticed something; I realized that this demon was actually a ghostly spirit seeking vengeance. It can’t be destroyed in the usual way.”
“A… what?” God damn it. I brought my hand up to my face again, watching as the blood dripped against my fingers, and suddenly Inuyasha tensed. He whirled his head around to look at me, amber eyes widening, and I flashed a weak grin in response to his stare. I waggled my fingers almost jokingly. “Undead… really don’t like me, huh?”
The bear demon roared and moved towards our friends, ready to lash out again, and Sango quickly took out her wakizashi while Miroku pulled out his talismans.
“I’ll exorcise… this demon!” The monk declared.
Dashing forward and dodging its claws, Miroku slapped several sutras to the beast. It screeched in response, pitiful and pained, and swinging his staff he slammed the bottom hard into the ground, right in the middle of sutra, and held his right hand up in a prayer. The sutras on the demon ghost sparked and caused the bear’s form to flicker, slowly vanishing into nothing.
Miroku waited in silence, gaze intense, until he was convinced it had left for good, and with its disappearance the throbbing in my skull vanished and I fell forward against Kirara- wheezing as the ringing in my ears ebbed away. Kagome and Shippo wasted no time in rushing towards Miroku, determined to fix his wounds, and Inuyasha wandered over to me- hands folded in his kimono sleeves and eyes very much annoyed.
“So.” He stated, leaning to give me an irritable look. “When were you gonna tell us the demon was a ghost, huh?”
“T-To be fair…” I coughed. “I didn’t figure it out until Miroku did.”
I had no idea that my Shikigami reached out towards demons. Inuyasha hmph’d at me, unimpressed and annoyed, and bopped me lightly upside the head. Kirara let out a low growl, concerned since she could smell the blood. She looked back at me and I waved at her, chuckling wetly, before she and the others decided to make sure everyone was unharmed and to return to the castle.
Everyone threw a fit when they saw the blood on my hands, and Kagome made me stick some tissue up my nose as she took my vitals. Miroku’s arms was covered in stitches and bandages from the attack, for despite being a ghost the demon could still do some very real damage. I still can’t believe a demon poltergeist was a thing.
In the Feudal Era, I guess really anything was possible, huh?
Between demons and magic and ghosts, I’m not sure what’s left to surprise me.
The next day, Sango spoke to the lord of the castle and we wound up being led to a small shed. There, some of the castle’s men opened up the doors and revealed nothing but… demon bear figurines made out of wood? Sango was baffled. “Bear ornaments?” There were masks and keychains and figurines. It was ridiculous.
“Is that why the bear demon was so vengeful?” Shippō asked, picking up a mask and wearing another atop his head.
“No.” Miroku informed, shaking his head. “It’s not that simple.”
The mask on Shippō’s head fell over his face and he squeaked, startled by it, and I picked him up from my spot on the ground beside Inuyasha- setting the fox demon on my lap and lifting the mask up so he could see again. Miroku held his staff up into the air, pointing deep into the shed.
“Take a look over there, if you will!”
Oh. Oh my. There, in the back of the shed, buried behind all the dumb wood ornaments, was a patch of fur hanging off a wall.
“It’s a bear pelt!” Kagome exclaimed.
Sango stared at it for a few moments, then gasped, visibly alarmed. “But that’s the same demon we slayed six years ago!” She glared at the men. “We told you way back when to offer up your prayers and then bury the thing!”
“Please allow me to explain.” One of them sighed, pressing a hand to their head, exhausted and ashamed. “We were following your instructions and were about to bury the demon, when the late master stopped us and gave us new orders! We were instructed to make wooden carvings of the demon and market these tokens as our regional keepsakes in an effort to restore the clan’s finances.”
What… the frick.
“The wooden carvings were soon followed by big bear bean jam cakes, the big bear towels, and the big bear wooden coins!” With each item, another servant would walk up to show off what exactly was being described.
“Don't’ tell me,” Kagome deadpanned, “they didn’t sell.”
All the servants hung their heads. “Not a one.”
Well, that’s humiliating. Also sort of funny. I’m honestly not sure why the previous lord thought they could make money off of selling items based off of a demon when so many people hate and are terrified of them. It wasn’t very smart of him.
Shaking her head, Sango quickly instructed the men to take down the bear pelt and follow through with what they should have done years ago. Offering their prayers, they made a bonfire to burn the pelt, and later that day- shortly after it had started to rain again- we started getting ready to leave.
Sango was speaking to the lord at the entrance, while the rest of us had to wait by a tree several feet away- too far away, in fact, to actually hear what was being said. I watched with narrowed eyes, leaning forward and trying to figure out the context of what was happening, and squinted when Sango bowed to him.
I could only look on in relief when Sango turned around and started to run towards us, a hand on her straw hat to keep the rain out of her face. I relaxed my shoulders and smiled at her, and together the gang began to walk off. It was quiet for a while, and Kagome and I watched Sango worriedly- noticing she seemed a bit down, and not knowing what else to do I awkwardly reached out and tugged on her sleeve.
“You okay…?”
She blinked, surprised, and flashed me a small smile. “Yes, I’m… fine. I just rejected his proposal, is all.”
Oh. I guess... she was upset because Miroku didn’t convince her to do it? She had done it of her own volition. She really did want to see him jealous, even just a little bit, but instead he just made things worse by assuming she would choose the lord over him and saving her brother. Honestly, it was dumbest thing Miroku has ever done, and I mean really.
Sango would never settle down until after Naraku had been defeated and her brother’s safety had been ensured. Miroku was being a complete idiot.
“Hey, Miroku!” Kagome suddenly called out. “What happened to your hat?”
“I’ve got it.” He explained, only to chuckle and grin awkwardly when he held it up for her to see. “But the strap is broken, I’m afraid.”
Aha! Kagome and I shared a look, and I gave her a nod. Kagome smiled, turning to Sango and tapping her on the arm. She held up the extra umbrella she had strapped to her backpack, and Sango looked on with wide eyes before accepting it, shyly opening the device and walking up to Miroku to share it with him.
Miroku stopped walking, startled, and looked down to see Sango glancing up at him with nervous eyes, a hand held up to her chin. Her cheeks were pink, timid as could be, and Miroku smiled at her, his expression soft. “Thank you.” He said.
I swear to god if Miroku doesn’t treat Sango right after this I’m going to have to hit him.
We all let the couple walk ahead of the group, allowing them to chat in private, though it took a bit of force to make Inuyasha slow down and match our pace. The half-demon made a face, carrying the hiraikotsu for Sango so she could walk with Miroku, and Inuyasha looked at Kagome. “So, what are they all chummy about?”
“I told you umbrellas were convenient.” Kagome said, grinning. “It’s brought them together!”
“Now shush!” I gave Inuyasha a playful shove, wheezing a little. “Don’t ruin it for them.”
Sango has been upset for at least two days because of this whole crazy situation. She deserves some bit of happiness right now.
“Just look at how happy they are!” Kagome gushed.
Inuyasha did as told, looking ahead at the pair, but the looks on our faces quickly soured when we saw Miroku’s hand move outwards to a place where it really shouldn’t be, the perverted monk taking that chance to grope Sango’s bottom. Miroku shrieked when Sango smacked him as hard as she could in response, the umbrella going flying, but before it could hit the ground she caught it, huffing in annoyance.
She marched ahead of the group, leaving Miroku to sit on the muddy ground and rub his now sore face, and I sighed. “Kirara, can you bite him for me? Please?”
“Mrrrow!” The cat demon walked forward, but instead of biting him she instead just smacked him in the face with her tail. “Grr…”
There’s no saving him. I really don’t understand why Sango liked him so much. Is it because he’s pretty? It has to be because he’s pretty. I coughed a few more times and looked up tiredly at the sky, seeing the grey clouds clearing as the sun began to peek through once more, wondering just how much longer it would take before we got to Ayame Village. I really hoped we could get a decent lead there, because quite frankly... it's really hard just trying to stay awake. I'm starting to get worried that if I fall asleep, I might not wake up.
Please... let there be something there.
Notes:
Mwahaha! Next chapter is where we really get into the fun bits. :D
Ayame Village is a massive plotpoint, and if you guys know the anime and/or the game... then you know who we gonna be seein' REAL soon.
But, anyway, thanks for reading! :3 I hope you guys enjoyed. Let me know what you think in the comments! Have a nice day/night where ever you are, and stay safe!
Chapter 26: Arrival at Ayame Village
Notes:
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Chapter Text
It was quiet. My breathing was weak and shallow, and my head throbbed continuously as exhaustion weighed my body down. Day after day, painful and constant, never leaving me alone. Sleep was my main companion now, haunting me no matter how hard I tried to remain awake.
Death was close- far too close. I could feel it; in my chest, in my bones, in my soul. My very being seemed to be whispering that I was nearing my end, the spirits connected to me flitting about anxiously within. I found it strange how I could feel them now. After all this time of praying and asking and begging them to help, I was only just now able to fully sense them within me. I wonder why that was. Is it because I was so close to death? Am I able to sense the spirits because I’m close to becoming one myself? What exactly happened after death? All I know is that when I die, the spirits will leave to find another summoner to serve.
And yet… it’s a little sad. It almost felt like I was being abandoned by them.
I mean, I couldn’t blame them; they weren’t the reason my body was like this. I had been sickly for a long time- years, in fact- before I found out about them. Before I came to this time period. The Shikigami were incredibly powerful forces of nature, and I… just couldn’t keep up with them. They did their best to help me, again and again, even when I didn’t ask and was simply overwhelmed by my emotions.
They saved my friends more times than I can count.
But… it hurts. All of this hurts. I don’t want to die.
“Irene…”
I grimaced, slowly waking, shifting on the spot of grass where I was laying. Rolling onto my back with a small gasp, I groaned and brought my hands up to my face- yawning and stretching out my short legs. How long have I been asleep now? How many days has it been since we left Lord Kuranosukei’s castle? I’m not sure anymore.
Gods, everything hurts. My lungs feel like they’re burning and being crushed, my skull won’t stop throbbing. My limbs felt weak- and it took every ounce of strength I had to even move. Eyelids heavy on my face as I looked up, I blinked; my tired brown eyes gazing up in surprise at a blinding yet beautiful clear blue sky.
This is… a dream, right? I have to be dreaming. I can hear the sound of the tree leaves rustling, and rushing water flowing calmly from behind me. I couldn’t figure out where or when I would have been here before, but it all felt so familiar. How long ago was it when I last had such a peaceful dream?
Oh… wait a minute.
I struggled to sit up, watching as an eagle of blue-and-green flames dove through the sky, flapping its majestic wings and soaring through the wind. The sounds of the rushing water seemed to grow louder, and turning my head I saw the river stream flowing nearby- just a few feet away from where my head had been laying, two familiar blue koi fish swimming and watching me from their places in the stream. Judging, calculating. Observing. Beautiful blue butterflies drifted throughout the forest, radiant and ethereal.
And then I heard a roar, one so loud it almost seemed to shake the earth, and though it hurt I found myself letting out a frightened screech when a fiery red-and-blue dragon came crashing down in front of me, it’s long snake-like body coiling around me. I was just about to fall over when it’s tail pressed against my back, keeping me upright, and I stiffened- frozen as its intense eyes bore deep into mine.
It did nothing, simply staring at me, and I wondered what it could possibly have wanted me to do. Then I reached up, hesitant and scared, carefully touching the side of the dragon’s face with my fingers. It was both cool and warm, and through the flames I could feel scales, and as I brought my other hand up to cup its face I realized something.
These creatures… they were the Shikigami. The spirits who’ve helped me from the very moment I arrived in this place.
“This… isn’t a dream, right?” I stammered, a bit startled by everything. “How are… you here? Where… is here? Is this-?”
I looked around, eyebrows furrowing.
“Is this… where you all stay when not… summoned?”
“Master!” Someone shouted, and I barely turned my head in time to see a very cute dog leap over the dragon’s body, falling down onto the ground, and then picking himself back up to bound towards me. The red flames that encased him flickered in the sunlight and he barked, taking a spot next to my lap. “You have arrived! I missed you!”
Ah… yep. That’s my dog familiar, alright. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him. It’s a bit weird- okay, very weird- that he could talk all of a sudden, but I’m not going to question it. Too much weird stuff has happened recently. Feudal era magic is magic, and that’s that. He actually talks like how I imagined a dog would, honestly. Though… that really only makes it kind of weirder.
“Where’ve you been, boy?” I reached out and scratched behind his ears, watching in amusement as he leaned into the touch and began to kick one of his feet against the ground, the dog panting happily in response to the affection.
“Waiting! Roh has been waiting for Master to summon him!”
“Roh…?”
“Me!” He beamed, grinning as wide as he possibly could with his doggy face. “I am Roh! Roh is me! Master likes Roh, yes? Roh likes Master, too!”
Oh my gods. He’s so cute.
“You’ve been here before.” The dragon spoke, changing the subject. Its voice was deeper than the dog’s, ancient and full of authority. Shifting my legs and sitting awkwardly as the dog plopped himself halfway onto my lap, I looked up at the dragon- running a hand along the dog’s back to pet him. I listened intently to what was being said, seeking answers to the confusion I currently felt. “Several times, in fact. This… is the inside of your soul.”
So… I was half right, then. They’re attached to my soul until the moment of my death, where they go out to seek a new master, so it’s the inside of my soul where they remain until they’re summoned. That’s why the panthers wanted me so much; if they could get my soul, they could get the spirits attached to it. We’re a package deal.
And I know Anastasia wants my spirits, too. She said that my soul would continue to exist within her, that inside of her we would all thrive. But… I can’t see how that would be a good outcome for any of us. Why would the Shikigami wish to serve someone who took them by force, rather than a master they chose by themselves?
Oh. I blinked, an understanding dawning on me. That’s why they help all the time.
They chose me. I have the ability to use them, so they put their trust in me and declared me their new master. But, if I betray that trust, they can just as easily attack me and destroy my soul in vengeance. I… haven’t done anything to hurt them as of yet, though I do feel like I have come pretty close to it at times- what with all these people aiming to steal the very soul they reside in.
But… I don’t get it. Something still doesn’t make sense.
“Why…” I really hope this doesn’t come off as rude. “Why do you guys… trust me so much?”
The eagle swooped down, resting upon the dragon’s long body, tucking its wings to its side, and it shared a look with all the other animals, a fiery red rhinoceros even wandering over and sitting down to join the conversation. It almost felt like a banquet of animals, a strange not-quite gathering of not-really-zodiac creatures. Just the Shikigami and their mortal priestess.
“Because,” The eagle spoke, sitting tall with a light air of haughtiness around it, “you have saved us.”
Hah?
“When we were within the darkness, wandering aimlessly after our previous master was lost, we discovered a light.” The dragon lowered its head, humming low to itself. “Yet it was not a pleasant light. It was a false one- determined to take back what had been lost. Fierce and cold and white as death; our master tried to reclaim us.”
The eagle turned its beak towards the sky, speaking with a tone of melancholy and… lament. “But they were… different. Not the same as they once were. They were empty now, devoid of compassion and empathy. They were not the master we had once loved.”
“We had no choice but to return to them.” One of the koi fish said, voice as cold as their gaze. “And we would have been trapped within them for eternity…”
“…if not for you.” The other koi finished.
“Wh… What?” My brows furrowed. “What did I do?”
The rhinoceros bowed its large head. “You were born. That gave us an escape, a new summoner to serve, but... despite this chance at freedom we could not reach you.”
The dragon nodded at the creature’s words. “Spirits are… different from beings bound by time; we exist everywhere, anywhere, and all at once. We are similar to gods in that sense, yet unlike us who simply serve humanity, they observe the course of time. But time itself had been altered due to a foolish god’s mistake.”
“We were left to wait.” The eagle stated. “Trapped in this era due to that mistake, we could not go to you. We could only resist the calling of our previous master who had returned to a false life, unable to fight them, to battle for our freedom, for they were not truly living. They were merely an imitation of the one we once served, and as such we could only watch as they sought desperately for a way to be made real.”
“They believed it was the only way we would return to them.” The first koi explained. “That they would be able to regain the love that they had lost. And then…”
“The spell was cast.” The second koi continued. “You, who had the ability to use the Shikigami power, yet lacked the spirits to do so. It was not until you touched the summoning stone that we were able to transfer to you- into your light- and hide ourselves within your soul.”
“That’s when I saved you!” Roh piped up, barking happily. I jolted, looking down at him with wide eyes. “I was looking for Master a long time when I felt your soul finally appear! But then that evil snake spirit tried to snuff it out! I wasn’t going to let that happen; so I took you to where I sensed a friend nearby! Though you wandered in the opposite direction of him…”
Roh pouted at me, in a way that only a dog could, flashing me big sad eyes. I tilted my head, looking at the red fire spirit that was on my lap, something about his story ringing a few bells. “You mean… Inuyasha? You took me to Inuyasha?”
Roh barked. “Yes! Him! He’s a dog, too! Very strong. He could keep Master safe until you unlocked the power to properly use us! And he did! I was right.”
Um. Okay. This officially takes the cake on the level of feudal era weirdness. I mean, I’ve already long-since figured out that he saved me and brought me close to Kaede’s village because of Inuyasha, but all that other stuff was brand new.
I wasn’t even sure where to start picking it all apart to begin understanding it. It was nice to have some confirmation on my theory though.
Eyebrows raised, I pressed my fingers to my forehead, head throbbing even worse than before. “So… wait. Okay. Um, the previous Shikigami user… the one before me… died, but then they came back to life? Am I understanding that right? They were, like, resuscitated or something? Or were they, like, straight up revived from the dead like the panther demon’s master?”
The spirits all lowered their heads, but it was the dragon who spoke. “That was the mistake that had been made. A long time ago, one of the gods had been tricked by humanity- and bestowed upon one of them a secret. That secret is what eventually led to our previous master’s revival and caused the flow of time to become distorted- easily twisted by the actions of others. Every action you take changes the future, Irene, and those changes are permanent."
There are gods now? The time travelling actually has consequences?
“That’s why she was able to bring you here,” The dragon explained, “someone that was never meant to come to this era. The gods could foresee this, but they could not take the secret back- so they cursed the god who gave the knowledge instead.”
There was so much to unpack here. “Hold... Hold up. S-So I’m a mistake? Because some god goofed up? And- she? Your master was a woman?”
That was a super important detail to just leave out! God damn. But… a female onmyōji priestess? They were rare, although… they weren’t unheard of. I do remember Shiori’s mom saying something before about a wandering Shikigami user. There’s a possibility they’re the same person.
I ran my hand down my face, bringing it to my chin, and I nibbled worriedly on my bottom lip. “A snake spirit…”
Some of this sounds so familiar, while other pieces of it made absolutely no sense.
If it was the wandering priestess I had been told about, then she would have had to have been an old lady by now- if not dead completely. That would check out with their story of the previous master dying, yet how she was revived is a completely different story that they didn’t even know the specifics to. Only that it was some kind of secret that twisted time itself. It also sort of checks in with what the mysterious talking cat said before.
Urgh.... think, Irene- there’s something we’re missing.
They called her an imitation, right? So maybe it wasn’t a complete revival- something went wrong. Their master had been searching desperately for a way to be made real, so that she could get back all that she had loved. That would mean the spirits and… maybe something or someone else?
The only spirit that remained with her was a snake, so… oh.
Oh, no.
My head shot up, eyes wide and nearly bulging out of my skull as I choked on air. “Your master wasn’t… She wasn’t Anastasia, right?”
They said nothing, merely looking at each other and lowering their heads. Holy frick. This would mean that… she wasn’t a demon. She was a human priestess working with Naraku, killing hundreds of innocent people and even getting demons involved. Only… she wasn’t quite human- not anymore.
Something was wrong with her.
Anastasia’s voice… sounded so young, though. She couldn’t be older than my eldest sister, and she was nearly thirty. Inuyasha wasn’t able to pick up a human scent from her, either, so maybe she doesn’t even age anymore. Maybe Anastasia died so young that when she was revived, so much of her was missing and so much time had passed that she became nothing more than a vengeful being wandering around in search of a way to become properly human again.
“That’s why she wants me.” I realized.
I clamped both hands over my mouth, horrified and disturbed and actually upset by this sudden understanding. Back in the hut where I was trapped- she tried to convince me to give up. To surrender to her. She said that she knew what it was like to be ill.
She knew because it was how she died. “She wants… my soul, so that she can get you all back and so… she can have a soul of her own.”
That has to be it. The reason why she went from Maria to me was because of the Shikigami that I possessed. They used to be hers.
And she was going to stop at nothing until she had them again.
“She can only obtain us if she manages to steal your soul while you are alive.” The rhinoceros warned. “If you die beforehand, then she will have to wait once more and search for our next master. However, if you can stop her within your remaining days…”
“But I’m…” I lowered my hands to my chest, digging my fingers into my shirt, looking up at the spirits with teary eyes. I choked as a lump formed painfully in my throat. “I’m not going to live. Not for long. I-I’m… going to die soon. My body won’t… i-it won’t…”
“Master…” Roh let out a small whimper, pushing himself up onto his hindlegs and nuzzling his face against my cheek. “It’ll be okay, Master. We’ll be with you. You’re not alone.”
The dragon sighed heavily, eyes opening and staring at me, expression deep and sorrowful. “I’m sorry, Irene. At the rate you are going, you won’t make it past the next three days. We called you here today because… we wanted you to know the reason behind it all. It’s nearly time for our departure, and time for your eternal rest.”
“She might not even last until then…” One of the koi muttered, sinking deeper into the water. They seemed to be deep in thought, almost regretful in a way. “Her body is even weaker in the waking world.”
“Agreed.” The second fish said. “As much as we owe and as much as we had been waiting for her, there’s nothing that can be done. She’ll die like this, just as our previous master had. She’s pathetic.”
Hooves pounding against the ground, the rhinoceros unleashed an angry roar. “How could you say such a thing!? She saved us from the darkness! We could have been trapped alongside our snake brethren, forever wandering within a stolen soul!”
“The snake is a traitor.” The first koi snapped. “They would rather remain with the dead than the living.”
“Silence!” The dragon raged. “We do not have time for this! The human we have bonded with now is fading! Cease your foolish bickering and focus.”
I… I don’t understand. “I only… have three days?”
I wasn’t expecting such little time. I thought I would have a month at most. I didn’t- no. No, no, no. My last conversation with Maria didn’t even end that well. There was so much more I needed to say to her. I can’t just leave like that. Like this. I-
The skies around us began to darken, the beautiful blue contorting into something gloomy and sinister. The spirits paused and glanced around, observing the changes in weather, before turning their gazes to me. My fingers dug harder into my chest, the back of my right hand pressed against my mouth as my lips curled back and I choked.
My stomach was twisting and churning, the dread I had been feeling strengthening and tearing the hole that had long since formed inside my chest into something immeasurably large. Cold, empty, gaping. There was no escape from this.
Three days.
I have three days to live, assuming something or someone doesn’t kill me before then. As much as I knew my death was coming, I wasn’t anywhere near as ready for it as I thought I was. I’m so scared of it. Terrified. I want to see Maria one more time at least- get one last hug from her. I don’t… want to die, but I especially don’t want to die before I remind her of how important she was to me.
It’s cold. It’s so cold.
My chest… hurts. It’s suffocating me. I’m so afraid. I can’t tell anyone about this, they would just get upset. They would try to postpone it and it would just lower our chances of stopping Naraku.
Their chances of stopping him.
The dragon let out a small sigh. He leaned forward, and I choked- snapping out of my dark thoughts when he bumped his large forehead against mine. His eyes bore into me, deep and foreboding and concerned, the spirit… seeming heartbroken at the knowledge of my impending demise.
“Breathe, Irene. Awaken and continue on… until the time comes for us to part.”
But I don’t… want that. I don’t…
…
Something soft tickled my face and I grimaced, groggily opening my eyes and flinching at the bright daylight that burned through my eyelids. My entire body ached, head throbbing.
Blinking a few times, I lifted my head and looked to see what was tickling me- and I was surprised to see that it was long silver hair instead of familiar yellow fur. “Inu...yasha?”
“Hah? Oh, you’re awake.” The half-demon shifted, lifting me farther up on his back, carrying me as he ran through the woods. “It’s about time you woke up.”
“What’s… where is-” Ah, there they are. Miroku and Sango were both on Kirara’s back, while Shippō was lounging in Kagome’s bike basket while she pedaled as fast as her legs would let her. I guess they wanted to get as much ground as they could in a day, considering how far behind we already were in our search. “...oh.”
Inuyasha raised an eyebrow at me, before shaking his head and continuing to bound through the forest at incredible speed. I leaned my head back down on his back, closing my eyes and thinking deep. The dread in my stomach was strong, and I could only think about how little progress we might make in the next three days.
I remembered my dream well. I don’t think I’ve ever remembered a meeting within my soul before, so I was a little surprised I could now. Sadly, I had a feeling it was because I was so close to death. If not for that, the memory would have already faded.
Three days… that’s not enough time for anything. I’m going to die without being of any use, without having accomplished anything.
I won’t even get to see my sister before then.
Suddenly, the half-demon came to a stop, nearly dropping me as he stumbled sideways and let out a huge groan of disgust. “Ugh-! What is that smell!? It’s disgusting!” Inuyasha hunched over, keeping one hand on my leg so I wouldn’t fall, and placing the other over his mouth as he tried not to throw up. His face had turned several shades of green.
Kagome braked her bike hard, her and Shippō nearly going flying with the way the back lifted up, and Kirara flew to a stop, Miroku and Sango turning to look at the boy, everyone concerned by what was happening.
I sat up a little, grabbing onto his shoulders, giving him a weird look. My voice was a bit raspy from sleep, but overall everyone could still hear me. “What… What smell? What are you talking about?”
“Nothing, there’s just…” Inuyasha gagged a little, hiding his nose behind his kimono sleeve. His ears twitched, and he lifted a foot up- gesturing wildly towards the nearby village. “There’s just a terrible smell coming from over there.”
Sango furrowed her brows, leaning forward and trying to catch a whiff of what he was talking about. “I can’t smell anything.”
I sniffled- but overall didn’t smell anything either. I shared a confused look with the others and shook my head, shrugging. Miroku frowned.
“Inuyasha’s sense of smell is superior to a human’s.” He commented. He then flashed a grin, waving his staff and gesturing for Kirara to let him down onto the ground. “Why don’t we venture forth and find out what exactly that smell is? It’s on the way, so it can’t hurt to check it out.”
“Wait, are we…” I tilted my head, squinting and looking into the distance. “Are we already at Ayame Village?”
“Seems like it.” Kagome said. Pedaling forward, she rolled her eyes at Inuyasha and lightly bopped him on the arm with her fist. “Come on, you big baby. You can do it!”
Inuyasha groaned, hunching over even farther. “Ya’ll are trying to kill me. Eugh… it just gets worse and worse… urk…”
“Hey now.” Sango climbed off Kirara, and she and the cat demon wandered over to me and the half-demon. “Why don’t you give me Irene for the time being? That way you don’t drop her or push yourself too far with that bad smell.”
I blinked at her outstretched arms, and was a little amused to find that Inuyasha didn’t argue with the slayer at all- the boy eagerly handing me over to her. Sango helped me get up on Kirara, and together the gang made their way through the forest and deeper into the mountains towards the distant village.
Scratching Kirara behind the ear, I let out a small yawn and coughed as we moved onwards. A part of me wondered if we would encounter a certain demon lord at all, but I brushed the thought off and focused on the task at hand.
Approaching the village, I was a bit relieved that it didn’t seem too much different from the others we’ve encountered. I just hoped none would try attacking me this time. I was a little sick of it, honestly. Though dazed, I observed the rice fields and the rather quiet marketplace, and as we walked deeper into the village a strong scent began to reach my nose- something heady and pungent, and close to making my eyes water.
This smell…
“That is awful.” It made me want to throw up. I waved a hand towards Kagome and she moved closer with a tiny laugh, walking beside her bike now that we were inside a town. She let me rummage weakly through her backpack to pull out the gas mask Sango had made me, and quickly holding that up to my face I let out a breath of relief- the disgusting smell effectively blocked. “Much better.”
Miroku led the way towards the nasty smell, Inuyasha’s stumbling getting worse the closer we got, and we soon discovered that it was coming from several strings of hanging garlic that a man put out in front of his house. Shippō gagged from his spot inside the basket. “I feel like puking.”
The man with the garlic just laughed. “But of course! Garlic is super stinky, despite its nutritional value. Do you guys wanna take one with you? I don’t mind.”
Kagome flashed him a weak smile, not wanting to seem rude. “Uh, not today, thanks. Maybe next time.”
“That’s too bad. Well, it just means more for me! Haha!”
Inuyasha choked, cheeks puffing out as the stench became too strong for him. “I-I can’t… urgh…” He fell back, collapsing onto his rear before completely falling over. Sango sighed.
“The smell got to him.”
Miroku chuckled, wandering over and kneeling down- poking the near unconscious half-demon with the end of his staff. “It must be tough having such a strong sense of smell, huh, Inuyasha?”
“H… Help me…”
Poor guy. The smell was suffocating and disgusting, but my senses were nowhere near as strong as his. I felt so bad for him. Taking a deep breath, I slowly slid off of Kirara and staggered over to him, squatting down and holding the mask out for him. Inuyasha didn’t waste a second in snatching it out of my grasp and using it for himself, breathing heavily and wheezing as the object filtered out the air.
Shakily standing, he stumbled and Kagome yelped- barely catching him in time. She then laughed, amused by his behavior as she helped support him. I didn’t move for a few moments, waiting for the sudden bout of dizziness that hit me to pass, and then I tried to stand- too tired to even let a yelp escape my lips when I started to fall backwards from a misplaced step.
“Whoa!” Miroku quickly reached out to catch me, and he would have succeeded if Sango did rush by him- the woman grabbing me by the waist. “O-Okay then… Nice catch, Sango!”
“I know. Thanks.” She easily hoisted me up into her arms, carrying me back over to Kirara, and watched as I slumped over and collapsed against the cat demon. Sango rested a hand on my head, gently brushing my bangs out of my face. She frowned deeply. “Irene… are you really sure you’re okay?”
A weak thumbs up. There was no way I could tell her the truth. “S’fine. Smell is just… really strong.”
“Let’s hurry and get out of here.” Shippō groaned, tiny hands clamped over his nose. “This garlic really stinks.”
“There, there.” Kagome said, patting both Inuyasha on the back as he tried to recover from what just happened. “Come on, let’s get going.”
“Blegh…” Was Inuyasha’s only retort. He ended up passing the mask back to me, which I breathed into as we made our way through the village, but we soon stopped when a market stall caught a certain monk’s attention.
“These are… snow shoes, correct?” Miroku asked, peering over the stall to look at a pair of very large straw boots. They were quite ridiculous looking, though I think that had more to do with the time period and resources more than anything else. “Huh.”
The market man looked up with excitement, pleased by the observation. “You’ve got a good eye to pick that out from everything else!”
“A good eye?” Shippō was confused. “What does that mean?”
Inuyasha scowled, practically draped over Kagome as he clung to her for balance. “Is this guy tryin’ to pick a fight?”
Kagome looked at him, exasperated, ready to scold him if he dared attempt anything. “No! He’s saying Miroku chose well.”
“Oh!” Shippō stood up from within the basket, tiny hands gripping the edges as he leaned over to get a look at the boots. He still seemed confused. “These… big shoes?”
The man laughed. “They’re called “snowshoes”. With these, you can walk as much as you want, anywhere you want, on snow and not have to worry about sinking! So, how about it? You want them now, don’t you? If you buy them now, I’ll give you a good deal!” He grinned, selling us his best marketing pitch.
Inuyasha turned his nose up at the man. “We don’t need them.”
Miroku nodded, raising a hand up to his chin. “It doesn’t even snow around here. I was surprised to see them, which is why I stopped in the first place.”
A woman about the man’s age walked up from the back of the store, smacking him on the arm. “See? I told you not to buy those from the peddler! They’re just in the way now. You wasted our money yet again!”
The man sighed, rubbing his now bruising arm. “I’m no good at this…”
I frowned a little, feeling a bit bad for them, but didn’t say anything and simply closed my eyes- resting against Kirara once more. Staying awake was so hard to do. It made me think once more about how when I die, if it would be in my sleep.
“Do you all know where you’re going to rest tonight?” The older woman asked. “There aren’t any more inns past here. If you need a place to stay, you can come to our inn. It’s not much, but you’ll be very welcomed. It’s just next door.”
“I’m sorry,” Sango apologized, resting a hand on my back gently, rubbing circles as if to comfort me, “but we really need to get going. We can’t afford any more delays.”
“Oh, that’s too bad.” The woman sighed. “My husband isn’t very good at his work, which is why I have to run the inn. If you all ever need to rest, just come back here and let us know, alright? I’ll set things up for you. My name is Ichi, by the way, and this fool over here is Ryuuzo. We’ll be waiting.”
Feeling Kirara start to walk again let me know that the conversation had ended, Kagome thanking the couple as we headed off. Unsurprisingly, I fell fast asleep shortly after, and woke up only when Kirara came to an abrupt halt. I blinked groggily, sitting up with a few coughs, and looked over to see Inuyasha scowling in the distance, muscles tensing. “I can smell wolves.”
Wolves? As in, like, demon wolves or normal wolves?
I watched him sniff the air again, fingers flexing as though he was preparing to fight. “Blood, too.” He growled, voice deepening, amber eyes narrowed as they searched the area for any immediate threat. His ears were twitching, moving rapidly as they listened for any suspicious sounds. “Lots of wolf blood.”
“Wait, but isn’t this place…” Kagome faltered, looking around nervously, a hand curled to her chest. “...close to Kōga’s mountain?”
“Yeah.” Inuyasha turned his head, glaring in the direction he could smell the scents. “Those scrawny wolves probably ran into some trouble after we split up from that one castle town.”
This made me wide awake, a rush of adrenaline flowing through me and allowing me to sit up, leaving me alarmed and mildly panicked. “W-Wait, but… Maria was with them! What if she’s hurt, too? Y-You can’t smell her, can you?”
I didn’t think I’d get to see her at all within these next few days, though I’d rather it not happen due to something like this. I wanted to see her safe, not in danger.
Inuyasha stared at me for a moment, ears twitching. “I don’t smell her, but…”
Everyone looked at him, gazes boring deep into his skull, and the half-demon tensed. After a few seconds, Inuyasha sighed- caving in to our desires, all of us looking at him with an intensity he couldn’t go against.
“Ugh, fine. Come on; their scent is this way!”
He took off into a run, and Kagome quickly hopped back onto her bike. Sango climbed onto Kirara behind me, and with Miroku running at full speed we followed after the half-demon, making our way through the rest of the village, past civilians, and deep into the mountainous forest.
“Stupid Kōga- he can’t even protect himself!”
“I’m sure Maria is fine.” Sango said, placing a hand on my waist, the other gripping her hiraikotsu in case it was needed. “Inuyasha said he couldn’t smell her, and from what I’ve seen she’s pretty tough!”
“Agreed!” Miroku exclaimed, flashing a quick grin before focusing his attention head. “Believe me; if Maria is anything like you, Irene, then she can handle her own when the going gets tough!”
I felt a small stinging in my eyes and I blinked, looking down and worrying my bottom lip. I didn’t think I was that good at handling hard situations, but… if it meant her being okay- I would believe anything right now.
I gave a small nod, grasping the hand Sango offered, and tried to steady my breathing- knowing no good would come out of this if I couldn’t at least keep a somewhat clear mind. Having an asthma attack would do us no good in a serious situation. Even if it killed me faster, I would use my Shikigami to protect my sister.
Kagome pedaled her bike faster, glancing at me, before shouting at Inuyasha, “How many wolves do you think there are!?”
“I can’t tell; their scents all over the place! All I can really make out is the blood, but it’s pretty scattered too!” Then how do we know if we’re in the right direction? Kirara roared and followed Inuyasha through some trees, turning a corner and moving deeper into the forest. Suddenly, the half-demon skidded to a stop, sniffing the air and whirling his head around, amber eyes wide. “This way!”
He took off again. When we finally caught up to him, Inuyasha was frozen- staring at the terrible sight before us.
“What the hell…?”
Bodies. Bloodied and shredded and burned; some were even missing limbs, while others had their faces scorched to the point where their identities were near unrecognizable. Even the slash marks looked like they had been burned into the bodies, the stench of death so strong I nearly gagged. This couldn’t even be described as a battlefield.
This was just… a one-sided massacre. Whatever, whoever, did this was out to kill, and they wouldn’t stop until they stripped the life from everything that was in sight.
This… place is…
I swallowed down the bile, watching as Kirara stepped over a few bodies, the cat demon sniffing a few of them and letting out a small noise of concern. Kagome was horrified. “This is… awful. This wasn’t Kagura’s doing, was it?”
“It wouldn’t be the first time.” Inuyasha stepped forward, nudging one of the bodies with his foot and observing the corpses, only to shake his head shortly after. “But… no. I don’t smell her anywhere. I don’t think it was her.”
“Then… who?” Sango asked, alarmed. Miroku had his hands up, staff resting against his chest, offering the deceased a prayer. “Who could have done this?”
“Who do you think!?” A voice roared.
We all looked up in alarm to see a tornado spinning towards us from the sky, and everyone hurriedly leapt out of the way- Sango holding onto me to prevent me from falling as Kirara lunged to the side. Debris went flying, dirt and earth going everywhere as a crater formed in the ground where Kōga had punched. The wolf demon slowly stood up, shaking, his blue eyes cold as ice. An aura was surrounding him, deadly and dangerous and demonic, and though last time we had met as allies… I had a bad feeling that was not the case anymore.
Kōga bared his fangs, flexing his claws and pointing directly at me. My eyes went wide. “It was her! That two-faced little monster you call a friend! She killed my comrades!”
“What!?” Kagome’s eyes went wide. “Kōga, what are you talking about!? Irene’s been with us this whole time!”
“Don’t try to stop me, Kagome!” Kōga yelled, taking a step forward. His legs tensed, ready to run towards us if necessary, the wolf demon chief watching intently as everyone except Kagome readied their weapons. His gaze was piercing, accusing, as they bore into me. “I can’t let her go after what she did! Just look around us!”
He threw his arm out to the side, gesturing to all the corpses and the bloodied ground.
“She killed them!”
Miroku raised his brows and stepped forward, pointing his staff at the demon. “I don’t think he’s going to listen to what we have to say.”
Inuyasha scoffed, but despite his grin there was anger in his eyes. He held the tetsusaiga out in front of him, fully intent on tearing the demon in half. “Interesting. We’ll finally get to see who’s stronger-!”
The half-demon dashed forward, swinging the tetsusaiga straight down towards the demon. Kōga jumped out of the way, and I watched in alarm as the two began to fight. I had absolutely no idea as to what was happening; we saw each other just a few days ago! What’s going on? Why is he saying I killed these people?
“Don’t get in my way!” The wolf demon snapped. “I’m not lettin’ her go until I have my revenge!”
“Irene didn’t do anything you stupid wolf!” Inuyasha roared, slashing at him sideways, only to let out an angered roar when Kōga dodged and used his blade as a stepping board to aim a kick at the half-demon’s face. Inuyasha dodged it, then reached out with a hand to snatch his ankle. “Don’t be an idiot!”
Kōga let out a yell, being sent flying, only to quickly do a flip and get his balance back. His feet skidded against the bloodied dirt as he went sailing back, and he dug his heels in to come to a stop. “Hraaaaa!” He started to run, vanishing into a tornado, and Inuyasha held tetsusaiga up to block the repeated kicks that were sent his way. “Take this, you mangy mutt!”
“I can’t believe he just tried to hurt her!” Shippō exclaimed, furious, watching as the two battled. “That jerk; I hope Inuyasha gets him good!”
“Yes, that was… quite unlike him.” Miroku said, lowering his staff as he let the half-demon take care of Kōga. “I wonder what he was thinking.”
“He said Irene was the one who attacked these people.” Sango informed, climbing off of Kirara and holding her hiraikotsu out in a protective stance. She frowned deeply. “But Irene was with us the entire time! Besides, she would never hurt someone- nonetheless kill them.”
“I agree.” Kagome gripped her bow tightly. “Something’s iffy here.”
“Damn iiiiit!” Kōga growled. “Why don’t you just give up already? Hand the woman over to me and I’ll leave you be, you little rodent!”
“Rodent!? You’re the rodent, ya flea bag!”
I’m so sick of this. I don’t even understand what’s going on. From the distance, we could hear shouting, and from that shouting emerged a familiar duo of wolf demons and a young woman riding atop an even bigger wolf. My eyes widened, watching as they came into view. “M… Maria?”
“Stop!” She shouted, the wolf she was on sliding to a stop a few feet away from the fighting teens, the woman settling an intense hazel green glare on them. Hakkaku and Ginta panted, struggling to keep up, and were hunched over and collapsed by the time they arrived, trying to catch their breath. “Irene is not the killer! She’s innocent!”
“She is not innocent!” Kōga growled, spinning on his heel and leaping away from Inuyasha to glare at her. “You saw her! You saw the face of that woman! It was Irene! She was even using those weird spirits of hers! She’s been attacking us every day ever since we got back!”
Maria leapt off of Saun, grasping the handle of her sword, not wanting to use it yet prepared to do so if necessary if it meant keeping me, her little sister, safe. “It was not Irene! Irene… does not hurt people! Or friends! Demons can shapeshift, yes? Maybe it mimics abilities, too!”
“No! I can’t… listen to you!” Kōga shook his head, hand pressing against his skull. “It was Irene! It even smelled like her! There’s no one else it could have been!”
“Yes, there is!” She argued, desperate and pleading. “Irene did not do it!”
“Shut up!”
“Kōga-”
“Quiet!”
He reeled his arms back and slammed his fist into the ground, the earth erupting from the sudden attack and creating a decent sized crater. I tensed, shivering a little in fear at the thought of that crater being me. He was so angry, so furious- he really wanted to kill me.
He wanted to kill me for something I didn’t do. “It was her! It had to have been!”
“Kōga, please…” Kagome begged, stepping forward, hands up in a desperate attempt to calm him down. He hesitantly looked up, gazing at her, before turning his stare to me- his blue eyes locking onto my teary, fearful brown ones. “It really couldn’t have been her. I promise you. Irene’s done nothing wrong. It’s a great big misunderstanding.”
“That’s…” The wolf demon chief finally faltered.
Inuyasha huffed, standing up and making the decision to sheath his sword- showing he was done fighting with him. “This is just like with Kagura. Remember when you thought I was the one that killed your buddies? It could just be another scheme by Naraku.”
A few moments of silence and then another yell, Kōga ramming a fist into the ground again- widening the crater he had already created. “I know what I saw!” Kagome bit her lip, uncertainty flashing across her face, before a determination settled in.
She stepped forward, calling out to him and extending a hand. “Kōga! Let’s make a deal, okay?”
“Wh-What?” He looked up at her, a bit shaken. “What kind of deal?”
Taking a few more steps, she knelt down in front of him so they were face-to-face. “Until we can prove that Irene isn’t guilty, take me as your hostage instead of hurting her. Okay? I really mean it when I say she didn’t do anything, and if that won’t make you believe me then… I’m hoping this will.”
Inuyasha was alarmed. “Kagome!? What the hell’re you thinking?”
She ignored him, and Kōga frowned- staring at her intently, trying to see what she wanted. “Really? And what if she can’t prove she’s innocent? What am I supposed to do with you then?”
Kagome hesitated, then sighed. “Whatever you want.”
His eyes went wide, and then he grinned- expression brightening considerably. “That means I can make you my woman.”
“K-Kagome, don’t…” I choked, this close to hopping off of Kirara and going over to her. “Don’t do this. Please.”
I’m not worth it. You already went through so much just to try and keep me alive, to save me when I needed the help. I’m just someone who’s temporary- who won’t be here much longer. Even if Kōga doesn’t kill me, I’ll still be dying soon anyway. Just… stop it. Don’t do this.
We’re just wasting more time this way.
I could feel the tears burn my cheeks when they fell, Kagome giving me the most gentle and warm smile she could offer. “Kagome…”
“Who do you think you are?” Inuyasha demanded, amber eyes glaring daggers at the wolf demon chief. He started to pull out tetsusaiga again, stepping forward to attack. “That can’t happen! You nasty little- get away from her!”
“Inuyasha…” Kagome began, tone threatening as she turned her attention to him. The half-demon wasn’t listening, already tensing his legs to leap into the air. “Sit!”
THWACK!
I flinched as he went falling face-first into the ground, Inuyasha pulling his dirtied face up to look at her in disbelief. Maria blinked, startled by the show. She had no idea Kagome could do that.
“K-Kagome, you…” Inuyasha bit out, feeling a bit betrayed by her decision. “Why…?”
“Fine. It’s decided.” Kōga stood up, and grabbed a startled Kagome by the arm, pulling her to him. His arm wrapped around her waist, gaining a small squeak from her. “Everyone, retreat!”
He flashed Inuyasha a smug grin.
“See ya later, mutt-face! Kagome’s mine for now!”
Hakkaku and Ginta looked up, exhausted, before starting to run after him when he took off. “Wait, Kōga!”
“Slow down!”
“Damn it!” Inuyasha forced himself up onto his knees, collapsing on his bottom as he ground his teeth together. “We need to go after them!”
“Then what’s the use of Kagome becoming a hostage?” Miroku demanded.
Inuyasha huffed, starting to stand. “Yes, I know, but…”
Not knowing what else to do, everyone turned to Sango. She looked down at me, who was barely breathing, and then back at the boys. “First, we should search the forest for any other clues. According to Kōga, they’ve been getting attacked every day. We may be able to find something.”
“Speaking of clues,” Shippō piped up, “why don’t we just ask Maria? She’s still here, after all.”
Maria… gods, I’ve never been so happy to see her. The woman hesitated before walking over to us, staring at the corpses with grim eyes, before wandering over and cupping my face with her hands. I tensed, a little surprised, but said nothing- waiting for her to speak. I tried to ignore the pang of guilt and fear, knowing that this would be the last time I ever saw or spoke to her, and as a result I pushed all dark thoughts to the back of my mind- attempting to concentrate on the here and now.
“Irene…” Maria stared at me for a long moment, a shaky and relieved smile spreading across her lips, her eyes oddly misty. “Irene… this- this is you.”
“I-It’s… me, yeah.”
I wasn’t quite sure how else to respond. I furrowed my brows, thinking deeply about what just happened.
“Kōga said… He said I… killed them. Why…? Why did he…” My lips curled back and I choked, scared and confused and upset for letting him just take my friend away like that. Kagome should not have been sacrificed for a problem that involved me, especially at a time like this. “Why did he say that?”
Her arms wrapped around me, pulling me into her chest for a hug, and I clung to her, needy and scared, doing my best not to break down sobbing. It was hard, but I managed- despite all the pain and the hurt.
“He said that because…” Maria paused. She took a deep breath and pulled away, gripping me by the shoulders tightly. “…He said that because someone that looked like you… did.”
What?
Notes:
Okay! Busting out the plot and the lore. Phew. Took a hot minute to get here. XD Out from the anime, back into the game! Lol.
Whattya guys think? It's been a while since I typed out a chapter so fast. Hopefully it all makes sense. I reread and reworded the spirit conversation so many times, I'm not even sure anymore.
But to clarify- dead souls are different from living souls. Shikigami can not serve a dead soul and attack them, like they would be able to with a living soul. So if Irene pissed off her Shikigami, they could kill her. But if the Shikigami working for Anastasia got pissed off, they couldn't do anything. Irene's Shikigami basically spent a very long time resisting Anastasia and her orders, and only had "free reign" when Irene was born. They could sense her existence, as they are spirits- nature itself- and exist all throughout time, but because of the "mistake" they had to wait until Anastasia summoned Irene in order to bond themselves to her soul.
The dog Shikigami is a little different, as he was not one of Anastasia's. He wandered about searching for his master, unable to find her, until the summoning spell was put into effect. There he ran as fast as he could, and arrived just in time to save Irene from the rebound of Anastasia's spell. There he guided to the forest of Inuyasha just between Akebi Village and Kaede's Village. Also! Fun fact: "Roh" means "rising sun/red horizon". And because we haven't actually been able to get into yet despite it all, he's an Akita Inu. Which is why he thought Inuyasha was a friendly who could help- they're the same breed. Kind of. Inuyasha has Akita Inu dog ears, so... (coughs awkwardly) ...yeah.
Roh is a very good boi. :3
As always, let me know what you think in the comments and have an absolutely wonderful day/night wherever you are! 💕 This chapter was going to be a little longer, but I felt now would be a good spot to end it. We're gonna be getting into some serious drama and adventure in the next few chapters, and getting some very special visits from some very important (and even a bit terrifying) characters.
Chapter 27: The Secret Behind the Cursed Mask
Notes:
THE BIG REVEAL IS FINALLY HERE! WAAAAAHAHAHAHA!
Also, this means next chapter is gonna be freaking terrifying. If you played the game, you know what's up. But you also know that means our man's gonna be showing up. Or, mans' depending on your taste in characters. Lol.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Maria wasn’t quite sure what had happened. They had left the village that Irene was recovering in, and had made their way back to the mountains where the wolf demons lived. Kōga needed to check up on things and make sure they hadn’t gotten too crazy while he was away, and Maria needed a good spar to vent out her emotions. She was… frustrated.
Annoyed. Hurt. She understood why she and her sister had to split up, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.
But that hurt didn’t last long- instead replaced with something much stronger, much fiercer , and much more horrified. They had been making their way through the forest near the mountain base when the wolves began acting up, Hakkaku and Ginta and even Kōga tensing and sniffing the air around them, their fur standing on end. Then Kōga was taking off on his own, acting almost panicked about something.
Maria had no choice but to follow, scratching Saun behind the ears to calm him down as they started running, concern flooding through her.
And then she saw it.
Their allies, their comrades, members of the wolf pack being burned alive, screaming as loud as could be as their weapons fell from their grasps and they collapsed. From the corpses she could make out familiar faces- Shin’ra, Kira, Kenta. Mitsuki and Rai. Still fighting, she realized, was Shinku and Hige- but a red fiery snake slithered out and buried its fangs in Shinku’s neck, tearing deep and causing him to spit blood.
The fire of its body spread out and engulfed him whole, burning him just like the others, and Hige screamed- lunging, aiming with sword, to slice at the attacker’s head. But… she avoided it, and a ball of flame shot forth from her palms, large and all encompassing. His cries rang in Maria’s eyes, and she could only look on in shock and disbelief as the attacker turned to face them, red painted lips tilted downwards and dark brown eyes devoid of all emotions.
With sickeningly pale skin and dark chocolate hair cut short, there was only one person it could be- even as the snake returned to her, coiling around her arms and resting upon her shoulders, awaiting further orders.
“Irene?”
She was dressed in her shrine maiden robes. It… couldn’t possibly be her, and yet… she looked identical to her younger sister. No. No, that’s not Irene. Irene would never look so… wrong. She was so full of emotion, constantly wearing her heart on her sleeve. Irene wouldn’t kill people. She wouldn’t hurt their friends.
This was not Irene. So Maria gripped her sword and she ran, charging at the imposter, but when she swung the woman disappeared in a flurry of flames and wind- and Kōga was shouting out frenzied instructions to the survivors, trying to tend to the wounded.
Unfortunately, the attacks only continued. Day-after-day, never ending. The woman that looked just like her sister would appear, killing all those she could find. In the forest, in the mountainside. She was relentless.
And Kōga had finally had enough. That’s how they got to where they were now, in the midst of Ayame Village’s forest, the wolf leader determined to kill Irene in an act of revenge. Maria had barely caught up with him in time to stop him, though she dreaded to think of what would have happened if she had been even a second late.
After Kōga took Kagome and left with Hakkaku and Ginta, all Maria could do was approach her sister- the real Irene- and make sure it was truly her this time. And it was; she could tell. Her eyes, though drained from exhaustion and illness, were full of life and emotion. Her Irene. Her little sister.
And now they needed to find a way to prove her innocence.
…
That didn’t make any sense. There was no way that could have been me- nonetheless someone that looked like me. It had to have been a trick, an illusion even, set by Naraku and Anastasia.
But how? What could be gained from having Kōga attack me?
They needed me alive, so maybe they just wanted to divide our forces? To tear us apart so we can’t trust each other? It was the only thing that would make sense. They knew the wolves had helped us, that they helped rescue me from the panthers.
And… they might have figured out that Maria was staying with them as a result. Damn it. They really weren’t holding back anything to get to me.
I still can’t believe I’m an actual target.
I’ve never been anything more than the sickly, bubbly sister of my siblings. I barely existed at all. Yet now I had powers, a connection to nature’s spirits, and because someone wanted my soul so badly that they would risk killing me for it, my body is going to give out on me completely within the next three days.
Maria…
Wretched Naraku- he was going to make this as personal as he possibly could. Turning her new friends against me and having even more of them killed. With each new scheme, he becomes even more despicable than before.
“Sounds to me like someone is going around pretending to be you.” Miroku stepped forward, the rings on his staff clicking with the movement, the sound snapping me out of my thoughts. He frowned deeply. “Attacking Kōga and his men like this… definitely sounds like something Naraku would do. And it wouldn’t be the first time he massacred them like this either.”
“Yeah!” Shippō nodded fiercely, little hands balled into fists. “He’s all about getting people to turn on each other! He did it with Inuyasha, then again with Sango, and had Kagura mess with Kōga once before this! Setting him against Irene like this just reeks of Naraku!”
“Agreed.” Sango walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder. “There’s still the matter of Anastasia being able to mimic voices. Naraku can transform himself at will, but there’s a lot we don’t know about her.”
“Uh…” I hesitated, lifting a finger and faltering for a second. Is it okay to tell them? Will the spirits be upset? “A-Actually…”
They all looked at me, surprised.
“She’s not… really a demon.”
“What?” Inuyasha’s eyebrows flew high up on his face, the half-demon taken aback by my words. He folded his hands into his sleeves. “The hell does that mean? What is she then?”
I tried to ignore their piercing stares, scratching my neck. I hadn’t the slightest idea on how to begin explaining. “She’s… human. Or, at least, she was a human. She died a long time ago.”
Shippō blinked, Miroku and Sango stared, Inuyasha looked skeptical, and Maria just gave a look that demanded details immediately. I cleared my throat, wheezing and coughing into my fist.
“The… The spirits told me.” Gods, I sounded ridiculous. I wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t believe me. “They said that… They said that she used to be their previous master, but she was brought back to… to life and has been trying to get them back ever since.”
“So she does want your soul in order to get the Shikigami.” Miroku clarified. “That’s incredible- you speaking to the spirits, I mean. I knew you could communicate with them in a way, but not through actual conversation.”
I gave a weak laugh, flashing a grin, curling my hand to my chest. “Me neither… I just found out when I was sleeping earlier, but… only because they initiated the talk.”
“But wait…” Shippō looked confused. “How was Anastasia revived?”
That’s a good question. I have no idea. “Something about… gods and a secret? But she’s not fully alive right now; she’s just, like… a wandering corpse or something. Her soul is dead, and she needs a living one to revive completely. Or, at least, that’s what I understand from it.”
“And since you already have the spirits she wants,” Sango realized, “that makes you the perfect target.”
“So, it’s kinda like Kikyō?” Shippō asked.
Now it was my turn to be confused. “Kikyō?”
Inuyasha quickly changed the subject. “So, basically, if Anastasia manages to steal your soul she gets your Shikigami and becomes a living person again.”
Yeah, pretty much. All this talking was wearing me out and leaving me quite breathless, so I gave a small shrug instead as a response. Inuyasha hmph’d and turned his head, scowling into nothing.
“Damn. Things just got a lot more complicated…”
“Eh.” Not really. “We just have to… make sure that… she doesn’t get my soul. Same as ever.”
His ear twitched at that and he looked at me, something flickering in his amber gaze, before he sighed, folding his hands into sleeves. “Fair enough. So, what exactly do we do now? Search for survivors?”
I could feel Maria tense at that, the hand on my back shifting to my shoulder. I reached up and gave it a light squeeze, leaning to the side and resting my head against her armored chest. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but it was all the comfort I was capable of giving her in my current state.
It was… all I could do, knowing what I do. She was going to be the one most hurt by my death. Her being this protective, this defiant, only made my heart ache more.
“Anastasia… killed my friends.” Maria murmured, voice low and cold. Her expression darkened considerably, her hazel green eyes burning with a vengeful fire. “She did so, pretending to be my sister. I am not going to be letting her get away.”
Right. Okay. I took a deep breath, slowly pulling away from Maria and watching as she started to make her way over to her large wolf, Saun. My fingers buried themselves into Kirara’s fur.
If I was going to die regardless… then I would go the way I wanted. I was going to help all I could. Clearing my name didn’t matter that much to me, but if it meant fixing a grave misunderstanding and taking down the person who caused it, then so be it.
I faced forward, Kirara turning towards the forest, Sango climbing on behind me- her hands on my waist. I can do this. I’ll heal them, all of the survivors we find. I’ll do my part as best as I can, in the only way I know how to do it.
Shikigami… please help me just a little bit longer. Until we have to part. I have no idea what will happen when I die- if I’ll go to heaven or hell, or somewhere else entirely. Maybe I’ll even be reincarnated.
But… I’ll pray for you. Just this one, I’ll pray. I’ll pray that you find a master who will accept you and be kind to you, and won’t force you into anything you despise.
So please… for these last few days, help me.
For the most part, when we began our search for survivors, we had to rely on the strong noses of Inuyasha and Saun. They could scent out blood and lead us to other groups that had been attacked, but the majority of what we found were mostly corpses. Until…
“Wait!” Sango called out, hopping off of Kirara and heading towards one of the many bodies ahead of us. She grasped hiraikotsu, observing closely in case the demon sprung to life and attacked. “I think this one is still breathing.”
She knelt down, furrowing her brows and checking his wounds and vitals.
“He’s seems to have lost consciousness. I think we can save him if we use Kagome’s medicine, though without her here I’m not really sure how to apply it…”
I pat Kirara’s side and she headed to the body, Sango turning in confusion and quickly standing when she saw me slide off the cat demon’s back.
“Irene, what are you-“
“It’s fine.” I can do this.
“You really shouldn’t-“
“Sango.” I looked up at her, pleading. “Let me do this. Please.”
Anastasia caused this. It was only right that I did everything I could to set things right. If she wanted to try to pin all this death and destruction on me, then she was going to have to try a lot harder. She’s not getting my soul that easily.
Rather, she won’t be getting it all.
Sango held my stare for a long moment, before giving in with a sigh and kneeling back down. She rested a hand upon my head, ruffling my hair, a soft smile upon her lips. “Just be careful.”
“What is she doing?” Maria asked, frowning. “Irene?”
Oh, right. She hasn’t seen me in action. I flashed her a closed-eye grin from over my shoulder, before holding my hands out over the wolf demon’s body. Taking a deep, shaky breath- I tried to focus, calling out to the Shikigami.
The koi fish didn’t seem to like me very much, though if memory serves they’ve always been kind of indifferent to me. Whenever they were summoned they’d give me the most scolding, judging look they could muster.
Still, I don’t think they hated me. They just… thought me a bit pathetic, which is quite fair in all honesty. I’m nowhere near as capable as Sango or Kagome.
“It’s gonna… be okay.” I murmured to the wolf man when he began to groan, cool blue flames licking my fingers and slowly spreading to the burns on his arms. “I’ve got you.”
Maria stepped forward, staring in both surprise and curiosity, yet something twisted her features- something I wasn’t sure how to properly describe. It was almost like she was lost, filled with anger and rage yet not knowing where to direct it to. As if the ground beneath her feet had vanished, and she was left falling through a spiralling abyss of chaos where everything she had once understood was ripped away and replaced with something new. Something that shouldn’t be there.
And I had a strong feeling most of it was my fault. I wasn’t the little sister she once knew. So much was happening in such a short span of time and it… was all because Anastasia would stop at nothing until she got what she wanted from me. I was her target, and because of that she was attacking those I cared about and the people they knew.
I ruined her plot with the panther demons, so now she was taking a much more direct approach. How she looked like me- if she looked like me at all and wasn’t actually one of Naraku’s schemes- I wasn’t sure, but I was planning on finding out real soon.
The wolf demon I was healing seemed to have more burns than gashes, which worked in my favor as they took less energy to mend. Unfortunately, he started to wake up mid-healing and the second he saw me, he aimed his claws towards my throat. “You!”
He would have successfully gotten me, too, if not for Sango being there next to me. She caught his wrist and effectively blocked his attack, and upon releasing him he went scrambling back, fear sprawled across his face like a beacon.
“D-Don’t come near me! Stay back! I-I’ll kill you!”
Miroku blinked, then stepped forward- outstretching his arms to show we meant no ill will, while Sango remained crouched in front of me protectively. “It’s okay- we don’t want to hurt you. We’re here to help. There’s no need to be afraid.”
“You’re lying!” He growled, shakily pushing himself up onto his feet, stumbling and wobbling sideways as one of his wounds dripped with blood. It trickled down his arm and off his fingertips, coating the grass red. His dark eyes turned towards me, glaring vehemently with hate. “You’ve come to finish me off, just like you did the others!”
“I didn’t attack you…” I wheezed, holding my hands up defensively. Sweat beaded down the sides of my face. “I-I promise. I just… patched up your wounds.”
“I saw your flames! You can’t trick me!”
“H-Haku…” Maria finally spoke, redirecting the wolf demon’s attention to her. He stiffened, alarmed to see she was with us. The woman stepped forward, not stopping until she behind both me and Sango, and just in front of Miroku. “She is… helping. Irene. Irene is not… the killer.”
“Kōga will never forgive her for what she’s done! Your sister killed my friends!”
“She did not!” That was when we heard it. The crack in her voice. Her accent became thicker and it became harder for her to get the right words out, her eyebrows furrowing as she struggled to translate what she wanted to speak out into a language the wolf could understand. “She… has healed you! Some… Someone else did the attacking. Trust me!”
“But…” He glanced down at me, uncertain.
Miroku raised a hand to his chin, thinking deeply. “Someone really is trying to frame Irene for this. It has to be Naraku and Anastasia behind this. I can’t think of anyone else who would target her.”
“This isn’t fair!” Shippō huffed, climbing onto the monk’s shoulder to join the conversation. “Irene’s never done anything to the wolf demon tribe; if anything, she’s helped them before! When she first met Kōga, she healed him!”
“That was a really risky fight.” Sango sighed, biting her lip. “Irene put herself in serious danger to save him, even going so far as to attack Kagura herself. But now, to have that trust between them broken like this…”
Inuyasha scowled, the bicycle Kagome left behind tossed over his shoulder. “Naraku would have already figured out that we aren’t exactly buddy-buddy with those scrawny wolves. It’s not surprising that he would try to tear whatever “alliance” we have against him apart. They’re already after Irene- so it’s not surprising they would try to use her to do it. Especially since she’s still new to this place.”
“But she didn’t do it.” Shippō said, frowning.
“I know that, stupid.”
“Don’t call me stupid!”
Ignoring the dizziness and attempting to remain steady so I didn’t fall over, I spoke up before their childish argument could escape. “Look. You don’t… You don’t have to believe me, okay?” I fixed my stare on the wolf demon, meeting his gaze with misty eyes. A part of me wondered if he could smell the pain I was in, as I knew all too well that Inuyasha and Kirara could, and if the pain showed on my face at all. “But… I’m really just… trying to heal you. See- look.”
I held my hands out in front of me, pressing them to my face, and little cool blue flames sparked from my fingertips, dancing along my cheeks. The wolf demon tensed, watching with suspicion, but overall did not move to attack or run away.
“It’s… not painful. I swear. It won’t… It won’t hurt.” I can’t keep up with all this talking. Just listen to me already, I beg of you. My head is killing me. Probably literally. I reached out and touched Sango’s arm, and she gave a nod for confirmation that what I was saying is true. “L-Look, you… you trust Maria, right? My sister?”
He hesitated, looked at her, and she swallowed thickly- glancing down at me. I looked her in the eyes, brown staring deep into hazel green, knowing that she must be hurting, that she was breaking apart inside, and that I must be so confusing to be around after all this time, and I silently asked her to trust me. To trust in the sister she loved. I held my other hand out towards her, asking her to believe in me.
For a few seconds… I found myself afraid. Afraid that I had changed too much.
Afraid that she didn’t recognize me anymore.
But then she reached out and touched my hand, lacing our fingers together, a relief so strong blossoming in my chest that it brought a smile to my face, the tears falling and burning my cheeks. I wanted to thank her, but I had to turn back to the wolf demon and try convincing him once more. “She trusts me . So… trust in the her who… trusts in me, okay? If… If you feel any pain at all, any in the slightest, then… you can attack me. I won’t stop you.”
Sango grasped the hand I had on her arm, and I was surprised to feel both her and Maria squeeze them tightly.
“I won’t retaliate. So just… let me heal you.”
He said nothing. The wolf demon stood still, intense and untrusting, the silence suffocating, the thudding of my heart painful and burning as my lungs stuttered within my chest, and then… he began to move. He gathered what little courage he had left and slowly wandered back over to where he was before, sitting down cross-legged and glaring at me with narrowed eyes.
“I’m watching you,” He warned, “so don’t try anything funny.”
“Yes, yes.” I responded, wheezing, wearing a weak grin. “Now hold still.”
He did as told, though jumped a bit when he felt the blue flames touch his flesh. His eyebrows furrowed and his nose twitched, and as the remaining gash and burns began to heal his eyes widened and he looked at me, leaning forward a few centimeters and closing the gap between us a bit more. “You’re…”
I blinked, uncomfortable by the sudden closeness, and leaned back a little, resisting the urge to cough. “What?” He was very obviously sniffing me rather than the air, and it took all my self control to not push him away and hide behind one of the women on either side of me.
“You’re like… the person who has been attacking us, but… your scent is a bit different. Your aura is completely opposite of what her’s was like. How is that… possible?”
Inuyasha scowled. “That’s what we’ve been saying , dumbass!”
“Sorry.”
“N-No, it’s… it’s fine.” Whatever happened with whoever it was that looked like me seriously messed with them. They brutally massacred the wolf demon clan from the looks of it. I let out a shaky sigh, scratching my neck. “I-I’m just… glad you realized… that it wasn’t me.”
“Now all we have to do is clear up Kōga’s misunderstanding.” Miroku sighed, hanging his head.
“N-No…” We all paused, turning to look at Maria in surprise, but her face was quickly falling into that of a blank slate. Silent tears dripped, and she wandered over to the wolf- shocking everyone when she threw her arms around him. The wolf demon tensed, before slowly raising a hand up and patting her on the back. “Sur… Survivors… more of…”
The demon appeared confused, but then realization dawned on him. He nodded, and looked at us. “There might be more survivors. So’aku was leading a pack of wolves to search for any wounded to take them back up to the mountain, but then that…”
His eyes glanced at me for a moment, before turning back to everyone as a whole.
“...person showed up and ambushed us. I barely survived, but So’aku led them astray somewhere and we haven’t seen her since. Some of my friends have been looking for her, but-”
“They haven’t been able to find her.” Sango finished. The wolf demon nodded. Maria inhaled sharply when she heard this and stiffened, pulling back, the woman trembling as she stepped back and hugged herself. “Any idea where they went?”
He shook his head. “None. I’ll… try talking to Kōga for you, but if you can find my friends or even So’aku… it would be a great help. She’s practically Kōga’s right hand- she raised a lot of us wolves and taught us to fight.”
“Okay, well…” Miroku thought about it. “It would be a good start on a lead. If we find So’aku, she might be able to tell us more about these attacks.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” Inuyasha demanded. “Let’s get a move on already!”
The wolf took off, and Maria returned to Saun’s side- quiet and not saying a word. If she did say anything, it would probably be in shaky English due to the weight of the emotions that were crushing her. She was very particular about when she was able to be touched in times like this, but… as close as we were, I still wasn’t sure when that time was able to take place. I hated myself even more for that.
Pressing a hand to my face and wiping away all the tears, I staggered onto my feet and Sango helped me back up on Kirara. We tried heading deeper into the forest, following the strongest scent the wolves gave off and where the freshest blood was at. The entire time I could feel Maria staring at me- her eyes digging into the back of skull as if demanding answers to questions she currently did not have the strength to ask.
I could only imagine what kind of questions those were.
Between the blood and the corpses and the gore, the magic and the spirits and the people after my soul; it seemed like there was an endless array of things that needed answers to, yet I lacked the air and time to give them. There were still dozens of questions that I had myself, only… I doubted I would ever be able to get the answers to them before it was too late.
Steadying my breathing, I almost fell asleep there on Kirara’s back, leaning against Sango as we followed Inuyasha through the forest.
The dizziness, the exhaustion- it was all dragging me down, deeper and deeper to the day where I would eventually breathe my last.
“It’s her!” A voice suddenly shouted. Up ahead we could see two wolf demons, surrounded by even smaller actual wolves, and they looked horrified upon seeing my face. “Quick, run away!”
“Shit!”
They were quite fast. Faster than Hakkaku and Ginta, though not quite as fast as Kōga.
“She caught up again! Move faster!”
“I’m trying! You’re the one that’s slow!”
They disappeared through some foliage, and after a few more minutes of trying to locate them the gang came to a halt, exasperated and confused. Miroku hunched over, gasping as he tried to catch his breath, tired from all this exercise. “Every time we catch up… they run away as soon as they see your face!”
“Whoever is pretending to be you is doing some really awful things to them.” Shippō commented.
“Damn it!” Inuyasha growled, teeth grinding together. “Let’s just catch one of ‘em already and make ‘em tell us where Kōga’s lair is!”
Maria glared at him when he said that, and Miroku stood up straight- shaking his head. “That wouldn’t be right.” He stated. “Then we’ll really become the bad guys. We need to find them, talk to them, and see if they can lead us to wherever this So’aku person is. I know how you feel, Inuyasha, but we have to be patient.”
The half-demon’s ear twitched irritably as he let out a sneer, boy hmph’ing and turning away, marching towards where we last saw the wolves. He raised his head, sniffing the air, and crouched down so his nose was closed to the ground. “Damn it…! I hate this. Kagome’s stuck in that scrawny bastard’s lair with him trying’ to do who-knows-what to her, and I’m stuck sniffin’ around for some cowardly wolves!”
“Can’t you catch their scent?” Sango asked.
Inuyasha sniffed a few more times, huffed, and sat up on his feet- still crouched low on his feet. “No, I’ve got nothin’. There’s so much wolf around here it blends in; it’s too faint for me to get a good whiff. If it was stronger, then…”
What? We’d be able to track them?
I wracked my brain for anything that we could use, head leaning against Sango’s shoulder. It wasn’t as if we had perfume; there was no point in it since we spend days travelling at a time without taking a bath. We’re covered in dirt and blood and grime more often than not. And, sure, Sango has poison powder and some really other dangerous smelling stuff, but we don’t want to kill the wolves or hurt those in our party with strong senses.
It’s not like we have another one of those really stinky insect flowers either…
“Oh no.” Inuyasha suddenly choked. He stepped back in alarm, greatly disturbed. “It’s that smell again.”
Smell? What smell…? Oh!
I shot up in my seat, sitting upright with big eyes. “The garlic!” Ow, okay, let’s not shout. I broke out into a few coughs after that outburst, pressing a hand to my chest. Everyone looked at me, their eyes wide, and I turned to Inuyasha with pained eyes. “W-We can… use the garlic to… to track them… I think.”
Inuyasha turned green almost immediately. He clamped his free hand over his mouth, gagging. “Why would you do this to me…? I feel sick just remembering that smell. Don’t make me go anywhere near it again. I can already sort of smell it from here.”
“That’s right!” Sango smacked a fist into her palm, quickly catching on to what I was suggesting. “Inuyasha could smell that garlic field when we were still quite a ways away from the village! If he could smell the garlic from there, and even where we are now, then if we throw some at the wolf demons we might be able to track their scents much more easily!”
“Yes.” Miroku grinned, walking over and giving Inuyasha’s back a light encouraging slap. The half-demon sent him a look, clearly not on board with this idea. “If we do that, then no matter how far they run away he’ll still be able to follow them. I think it’s worth trying; don’t you, Inuyasha?”
He flashed the teen a smile, leaning in close, practically threatening him to go along with it. Inuyasha slumped over, ears hanging low, looking mere moments away from throwing up. “You all really do hate me.”
We don’t hate you, we just… don’t have any better options at the moment. Sorry. When Kirara moved close enough to him, I gave him a few light pats on the head. Miroku chuckled at this, and Inuyasha lightly batted my hand away and scowled.
Needless to say, it was a long walk back to the village… and I was asleep for most of it. Apparently the man in front of the garlic farm was still just as eager to share garlic as he was when we first met him and happily gave us one of the largest and stinkiest garlics he had.
I ended up waking up due to the smell and had placed my mask to block it out, but… poor Inuyasha did not have that option.
“G-Get that away from meeeee!”
Shippō leaned back from his spot on Miroku’s shoulder, his eyebrows raised high on his forehead. He watched as the color drained from the half-demon’s face. “Inuyasha doesn’t look so good…”
“Let’s hurry back to the forest and try to find those wolves.” Miroku suggested, raising a brow when he saw Inuyasha nearly throw up all over the place. “I’m afraid we might start seeing something rather unsavory if we remain here any longer.”
“S-Save me…” Inuyasha whimpered, collapsed on the ground, hand pulling on the hem of the monk’s purple robe. “Please, I can’t… ughhh…”
Oh boy. Miroku shook his leg to get him to let go, bopping himself upside the head with his foot, and Inuyasha face-planted into the dirt. Kirara shook her head, letting out a low noise that almost could have been a sigh, before she wandered over and picked him up by the back of his collar.
She dragged him with us as we made our way back to the forest, and halfway there he managed to recover- stumbling from scent overdose. Poor guy was totally overwhelmed by the garlic scent.
Luckily it didn’t take too long to bump into some wolf demons, though they were a different pair from before. They looked at us in alarm, but before they could run off Sango tossed the ball of garlic in the air, caught it, and then reeled her arm back as far as she could before flinging it at the demons.
The garlic broke into pieces the moment it touched the ground, the sheer force of her swinging causing it to explode. As a result, the wolf demons were left coughing and gagging at the sudden scent, stumbling backwards. “W-What is that!?”
“It’s so awful! My nose is clogged from the smell alone! I need to get outta here!”
“You’ll pay for this!”
Inuyasha smirked as they ran through the tickets, only to have to cover his face with his sleeve again as the garlic scent hit his senses hard. “That’ll show them! Ha! Urk- oooh, I can’t do this.”
He hunched over, cheeks a nasty shade of green.
“I’m gonna die…”
Me, too, but you don’t see me bragging about it. I gave him an awkward pat on the back, and Shippō sent the half-demon a mildly disturbed look. “You’re such a mess.”
“Shut up, Shippō!” Inuyasha barked, stumbling forwards through the garlic cloud. “I’ll… get you later… eugh…”
Oh gods. Inuyasha actually vomited this time. He dropped the bike he had been carrying and threw up all over the nearby bushes, body convulsing as the stomach acid bubbled up his throat and spilled out of his mouth. I cringed and hurriedly looked away, resisting the urge to throw up myself after that sight.
Unlike before when Miroku was teasing Inuyasha, he was now staring at the half-demon with genuine sympathy, watching as the teen struggled to recover. “You poor thing…”
“Like you care.” Inuyasha coughed, wiping his mouth off with his sleeve. He stuck his tongue out and groaned a bit more, grimacing as he dared to sniff the air once more. “Ugh… I think… they went this way. Yeah. Let’s go before I throw up again.”
“You can do it!” I cheered, voice weak and a touch raspy. “Think about Kagome. She’s… She’s waiting for us.”
That seemed to perk him right up. His grimace turned into a glare, and he folded his arms across his chest, stubbornly pretending he was mad at her. “Why should I be worried? She went off with that scrawny wolf of her own free will! Tch. We need to find this So’aku person quickly so I can go and give Kagome a piece of my mind!”
Shippō snorted. He leaned in close to Miroku, holding a hand up to whisper, “He’s totally worried about her.”
“Mmhm.”
“Shut up and follow me already, damn it.” Inuyasha ordered, snatching up the bike he had dropped and marching off into the forest.
Shippō laughed. “You can do it, Inuyasha! We believe in you!”
“Yes.” Sango smiled in amusement. “If anyone can track their scent, it’s you.”
“Whatever! Stop with the cheering already; it’s giving me the creeps!”
“We’re counting on you.” Miroku teased.
The half-demon rolled his eyes. Maria said nothing during this encounter, and I cast a worried glance at her over my shoulder, but she simply charged forward on Saun and followed Inuyasha. She probably thought we were ridiculous, running around in a wild goose chase, or maybe she wasn’t even thinking about it at all.
Maria must have so much on her mind.
She was there when the attacks first occurred, and she was there when they continued. Every day until now, she had to watch the wolf demons whom she had come to care for be slaughtered and hurt, and she went so far as to chase Kōga down when he tried to kill me- the man under the impression that I was their murderer.
I couldn’t blame him for wanting revenge, but… I don’t know. I have a lot of mixed emotions about this. I was sick of being a target.
“Damn it- why is it so faint?” Inuyasha grimaced. “I could smell it clear as day earlier.”
True. I can’t even get that big of a whiff. I looked around, blinking away the grogginess, leaning over Kirara and trying to find any hint of the garlic scent. I couldn’t smell anything, but I did see something.
Little red droplets scattered against the dark, seemingly wet grass. My lungs stuttered as my heart rate picked up, momentary panic encasing me. “Is… Is that blood?”
“Where?” Sango asked, and Maria and Inuyasha quickly turned to look at me. “I don’t see anything.”
“I don’t smell anything.” Inuyasha stated, even more confused.
Wait a minute…
I slowly slid off of Kirara and made my way over to where the little specks of blood were, a bit alarmed when I felt how mushy and wet the ground was beneath my feet. A thought came to mind. “Doesn’t scent, like, disappear around water?”
I reached out to push some taller strands of grass aside, heading deeper into the thicket, feet sinking even more into the soggy ground. The splotches of blood were leading farther in.
“Irene, wait!” Sango suddenly called out. She leapt off Kirara and made to stop me, but by then it was too late. “That’s-”
I stepped on a particularly soft and wet piece of ground, and went sliding downwards with a tiny screech- splashing right into some muddy brown water that smelled as bad as it looked. The momentum of my fall caused the water to soak me head-to-toe, almost reminiscent of the time when that one servant had spilled a bucket over my head.
Sango winced and retracted the hand she had intended to grab me with. “-a swamp…”
Miroku let out a sigh. “Too late.”
Maria snapped out of her trance, alarmed to see I had fallen, and leapt off of Saun and rushed over to see if I was alright. I coughed harshly, dazed and not really having the strength to stand up after what just happened. The mud and water were thick and heavy, and given that my jeans and turtleneck were already made out of thick material to begin with it felt like I had been covered in cement.
“Irene, are you alright!?” She hovered for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to pull me out without getting sucked into the swamp as well.
“I-I can’t…” I wheezed, struggling to sit up. “I can’t move.”
Inuyasha rolled his eyes and wandered over, not having a single care as he waltzed right in and knelt down, grasping my arm. “Yeah, yeah. Come on. Grab onto me.”
Maria looked at him in surprise, and I did as told- latching onto his sleeve and allowing him to hoist me up onto my feet, the half-demon pulling me out of the swamp.
“You’ve really been making a habit out of this, huh?” He asked, sarcasm rolling off his tongue in a teasing manner. He picked me up by the waist and set me down back on solid ground, his smirk showing he had no malice. “This is the second time you’ve gotten soaked this week.”
Blegh. I can smell the mud. It’s so gross. I think I actually preferred the garlic smell over this.
I stuck out my tongue at Inuyasha, a touch disturbed yet also amused by his jab. I chuckled weakly. “It isn’t… intentional. Promise.”
Sango curled hand to her chest, deeply upset, and bowed her head in apology. “I’m sorry, Irene. I tried to warn you…”
“It’s…” I took a deep breath, forcing a smile on my face. Maria moved to stand next to me, gently resting a hand on my shoulder and looking me over to make sure there were no visible wounds. “It’s fine.”
Everything hurts. It feels like my entire backside got bruised from that fall, and I can’t tell if that’s because my body has become so fragile or if I was just that weak. It’s so frustrating. I didn’t even have the strength to get out of the mud on my own.
I was like a porcelain doll, easy to break with a single touch.
Miroku knit his brows together. “This is really bad. We need to get you out of those clothes fast.”
For a second, I thought he was being perverted again, but then I realized it was coming from a place of actual concern with his next words.
“You might get really sick again if you keep wearing those.”
“Yeah!” Shippō exclaimed. He looked at me and then at Sango. “We still have those clothes from Grandma Kaede, right? Kagome washed them for Irene a little while ago. She can wear those!”
“Yes, that’s true!” Sango let out a breath of relief. “Thank goodness we’ve been taking them with us everywhere. Inuyasha, can you-?”
“Hm? Oh, yeah! Here.” He set the bicycle down so Sango could rummage through the blue backpack attached to it, the woman stopping only after she pulled out the red hakama and white kosode.
I wobbled over to the back of a nearby tree to change, having to stop to catch my breath in the middle of ditching my turtleneck for the kosode. Once I had everything on, I bundled up the muddy modern day clothes I had been wearing and shoved them in the backpack. Then I carefully hid my inhalers and mask into my kosode, just in case something happened.
After the way I got kidnapped before… I’m not taking any chances.
When Maria saw me in my priestess clothes, her expression morphed again. It looked similar to the one she wore when she saw me healing her wolf buddy, Haku. Disturbed, confused, uncertain. Like she was trying to remind herself that I was really her sister.
Just… how identical did I look to the attacker? Who were they?
I guess we’ll be finding out soon enough, hopefully. Climbing back up on Kirara, and Maria back on Saun, we observed Inuyasha sniffing the ground for about a minute until he took off down the forest path again- the garlic scent stronger in that direction. I still felt that the blood from before was highly suspicious, but Inuyasha said the wolves we were following were heading in a different direction- farther upstream and closer to the mountains.
“The smell of wolves is really strong over here.” Inuyasha informed, scrunching up his nose in disgust as we headed closer to the mountains.
Most of the wolf demons we found turned out to be dead, and every time Maria gazed at them with dark eyes, grieving, her expression cold and filled with fury.
Inuyasha looked them over, expression equally grim. “These corpses are fresh. Whoever did this is probably still nearby.”
“Wait, Inuyasha.” Miroku called, holding an arm out when the half-demon stood to take off again. He gestured with his staff to a nearby cliff ahead of us. “Look! Someone is still alive.”
Sango pursed her lips. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… it’s time to do your thing, Irene.”
I’m so worn out. Between my body giving out on me, the fall from earlier, and healing all these survivors; I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to stay awake. Kirara was nice enough to fly over to where the survivor was resting, near a small entrance within the mountains, before letting me get off of her, so I only had to walk a short distance and kneel down afterwards.
Praying to the Shikigami for assistance, a blue star-shaped pentagram appeared beneath my feet and I pressed my palms against the unconscious wolf-demon’s chest, his wounds and bruises slowly faded away. “Th-There, there. You’ll be… okay from now on.”
“You know…” Inuyasha stared deep into the cave. “I think those demons brought us straight to their lair, rather than where that So’aku person is. Which means Kōga’s right inside- with Kagome. We already know that someone is framing Irene, so I say we just go in and take her back.”
“We can at least try and explain things first.” Sango said, helping me back up onto Kirara. “It’s worth a shot.”
“I can only hope it all ends well.” Miroku sighed.
Deeper into the mountain, right into the caves, we wandered into darkness with only torches to light our way. We went in pretty deep- deep enough to make me nervous- and we finally reached the farthest part where we could see several bones and a large bed of hay.
On that bed of hay was Kagome, who looked up with wide eyes when she saw us. She quickly stood, a smile big on her face. “Inuyasha!”
He rushed over to her without hesitation, dropping the bicycle once more. She leapt into his arms and he grinned, spinning her around before letting her stand on her feet. “Are you alright, Kagome?”
She beamed. “I am now- whoa!”
There was a gust of wind and then she was suddenly ripped out of Inuyasha’s arms, Kōga pushing her behind him possessively. “Get your hands off’a her! You’re not trying to take Kagome away without me knowin’, are ya?” The wolf demon chief held a fist up, tail lashing behind him as he growled.
“What?” Inuyasha demanded. He reached out to grip the handle of his sword, baring his fangs. “You wanna fight, you mangy wolf!?”
“Watch it, mutt, or I’ll knock you down flat on your face!”
“Irene, look!” Sango gasped, and I followed her stare to look at the demons beside Kōga. On either side of him were Ginta, Hakkaku, the wolf demons we followed, and Haku. “There’s the wolf demon we helped.”
“Um, Kōga…” Haku began, a bit awkward and unsure of how to interrupt the shouting match, turning to face the wolf demon chief. “There’s, uh, something I need to talk to you about…”
“Not now.” Kōga dismissed, turning his nose up at Inuyasha. He focused his glare onto me and I tensed, Sango wrapping an arm around my waist protectively- trying to comfort me. “No matter what you tell me, Irene, it’s not like I can believe just like that!”
Haku faltered when he heard that, uncertainty washing over him. “That’s… true.”
“She really does look just like the woman that attacked us.” Ginta whispered to Hakkaku, leaning over with a hand cupping his mouth.
Hakkaku nodded, mimicking his action and whispering right back to him. “She really does. You don’t think they’re twins, do you?”
“But Maria said she only had one sister, didn’t she? Wait- there’s Maria over there!” Ginta pointed at the woman behind us, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “Maria, why are you with them!?”
She said nothing, simply lowering her head. “...Sister. Irene… innocent. Is innocent.” She shook her head, eyebrows furrowing. “Irene… is innocent.”
Kōga’s scowl deepened. “You can say that all you want, Maria , but she still has to prove she didn’t kill everyone!”
Inuyasha flexed his claws, growling in frustration. “Damn it…”
I hate this. I can’t deal with this. Everything hurts too much. I’m tired, I’m upset, my sister is grieving, I can barely think, my head is throbbing, and my back still aches from the fall earlier. Why won’t he just believe us already? What even makes him think I’m capable of killing someone in cold blood?
Does he not see how sick I am right now? How pale and weak I look? I’m practically a ghost myself with how ghastly white my skin is.
I want to get mad at him so badly. I really, really do.
“Or,” Kōga cracked his knuckles, fangs poking out from behind his lips as he sneered, “you can just hand her right on over to me and end this right here, right now.”
“Irene didn’t do anything!” Shippō cried, digging his fingers into Miroku’s shoulder. Tears were stinging his eyes. “She’s been trying to help you!”
“As if I’d believe that.” Kōga scoffed. “Try again, kiddo. She looks even more like the killer in that get-up than she did before. She’s practically confessing to us that she’s the murderer.”
“It really wasn’t her.” Kagome pleaded, reaching out to touch his arm. Kōga refused to look at her. “Please, believe us.”
“I’m not gonna listen to you, Kagome. Not this time.”
Damn it. Damn it! I could care less, but they keep bringing my friends into this! “Just listen to us. I-It really wasn’t…” No. I’m not going to cry. I won’t. My lips curled back and I choked, hunching over and shaking my head. “It wasn’t me . So just let Kagome go.”
“Not until you give me a reason.”
I worried my bottom lip, desperately thinking through the pain, only to come up short with any kind of idea out of this. They were all completely convinced I had done it. Whatever Naraku or Anastasia, or whoever, had done to look like me… they won. They actually won this time.
“O-Okay…”
I can’t get out of this. Head hanging low, I buried my fingers into Kirara’s fur, before carefully unravelling Sango’s arm from my waist and sliding off the cat demon’s back. My feet touched the earthen ground, and I looked up at Kōga, my voice buried so far back in my throat it hurt to speak.
I really don’t want to do this, but if I’m going to die it’ll at least be through my own choice. “So, if I… if I listen to what you say… you’ll give Kagome back? No… No lies?”
Sango and Maria were very much alarmed.
“What’re you saying?” The demon slayer exclaimed, horrified. “You can’t do that; I won’t let you!”
“Irene!” Maria’s eyes were wide. Her expression quickly contorted into that of anger. “Don’t you dare! No! Get back over here!”
Kōga grinned, stepping forward and flexing his claws. “So, you’re finally admitting you killed them. Good. I’ll make your death a quick one, then.”
“I did not kill anyone.” I stated firmly, ignoring the stinging in my eyes. “But I’m… I’m not just… going to let Kagome o-or… the others get caught up in this. Besides, if… if I die… then no one can take my soul. They won’t… get the spirits.”
“Do you even realize what you’re saying?” Inuyasha demanded, looking at me incredulously. “He’ll seriously kill you, Irene!”
I curled my hands up near my chest, swallowing thickly as black spots danced in the corners of my vision, my fingers fiddling with each other anxiously. After a moment of tense silence, I gripped my hands tightly. “I-I know. I just… I’m just tired . I’m tired… of getting you guys hurt all the time. I can’t…”
I looked back at them, the tears starting to fall against my will, my lips curling back as a sob strangled itself in the back of my throat.
“You’ve… all been so good to me and I can’t… I can’t tell you just… how much you mean to me. You’re… You’re the first real friends I’ve ever really had and I-I’m so sorry. Maria…I-”
I can’t breathe. I can’t think. It hurts. I brought my hands up to my face, cupping them over my nose and mouth as I coughed and choked and wheezed.
Everything hurts so much. But I did my best to remain standing, and though it was insanely difficult I forced a smile upon my lips. “I love you. I love you guys so much. I’m sorry. They won’t win with this, and… and you guys don’t… h-have to get hurt because of me anymore. It-”
Miroku interrupted with a heavy sigh, stepping forward and letting the rings on his staff swing side-to-side. “That’s enough of the waterworks, Irene. I understand how you feel. Perhaps truly, for the first time.”
Wh-What…?
I stared through blurry vision, blinking fiercely, completely befuddled when he smiled at me, a hint of sadness in his eyes. “I guess this just means we’ll have to teach Kōga a lesson, huh?”
Shippō nodded in agreement, seeming a little misty eyed himself. “Despite having such good hearing, these wolf demons really don’t know how to listen.”
“I already told you, Irene,” Sango began, voice taking on a bit of a deeper tone, and I stiffened, knowing full well she was angry with me. I watched as the demon slayer jumped off of Kirara, reaching over her shoulder to grab her hiraikotsu, her brown eyes glaring at Kōga as she took a step forward, “I’m not letting you do this. Now, Kōga, you answer me; is this really how you want this to end up?”
Panic flooded through me and I staggered backwards towards the wolf demons, looking at my friends in alarm, my hands hovering in the air in an attempt to placate them. “N-No, wait, don’t; please, just let me do this for-!”
“You idiot!” Inuyasha snapped, unsheathing his tetsusaiga, fixing me with the most irritable amber glare I’ve seen him wear yet. “You’re not the only one in this fight! Your battle against Anastasia is part of our battle, too! Or did you forget that you forced your way into our life? You’re the one that called us your friends!”
“But…” I couldn’t believe this was happening. “I-Inuyasha…”
“If you’re on her side, mutt, then I’ll kill you too!” Kōga hissed. “Bring it on!”
No. This isn’t what was supposed to happen.
“Stop…” The pounding in my skull became too much and my legs gave out, the tears falling uncontrollably as I began to sob. Kōga, who had been about to pounce, froze, and my friends who had been about to attack him faltered. I buried the palms of my hands against my eyes, trying to get the stinging and throbbing to stop as I cried, hiccuping and choking and gasping for air as my chest burned. “S-Stop it…! Please! Stop it…”
Just stop.
Why do you all even care about me so much? I don’t understand. I’ve only ever hurt you or got in the way. I’m just a burden. I can’t handle this. All this care, all this affection, all this desire you give me that makes me want to live another day. It’s making me selfish. It’s making me even more scared. I’m drowning in all this guilt and I can’t handle it.
It hurts.
It’s so lonely and it hurts .
“Kōga, let’s get her now while she’s down!” One of the wolves exclaimed. “She won’t be able to fight back if she’s like this!”
“Yeah! We can tear her apart easily while she’s in this state!” Another said.
“Uh… Kōga?” Haku awkwardly outstretched a hand, unsure of what was happening.
Kōga let out a very long and heavy sigh, relaxing his stance and resting a hand on his hip instead. He eyed my pathetic form in disbelief, before his expression softened considerably. “Okay. Fine. You win. I can’t kill you if you keep crying like this. You’re no murderer.”
I hiccuped, slowly raising my head up to look at him, sniffling and wiping my face with my hands and sleeves. “Wh… What?”
“You heard me.” Kōga scratched the back of his head, looking ashamed and even guilty for nearly killing me. “You’re too weak to be the murderer we’re looking for. Just look at you. You’re practically falling apart as is. Now stop sniffling- you’re getting snot all over the floor!”
Kagome let out a sigh of relief. She smiled at him. “Thank you for understanding, Kōga. So… can I go now? I want to make sure she’s alright.”
“Yeah, you can go.” He relented. “I wanted you to stay longer, but…”
Kagome rushed over to me the second he gave permission, and looked up at her pained eyes. She smiled gently at me and cupped my face, and I wasted no time in leaning into her touch, squeezing my eyes tightly shut and muttering repetitive, breathy apologies. “It’s okay, Irene. I’m okay. Don’t ever throw yourself into danger like that again, though, alright? That was really dangerous.”
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered, clinging to her and burying my face in her chest, “I’m sorry!”
“Come on, you need to stop that. Try and calm down for me, alright?” Kagome looked up at our friends, who were just watching the scene sadly. “Hey, Sango! Can you get some tissues from my backpack? Oh- and maybe Irene’s rescue inhaler? I think she might need it.”
“Of course.” The demon slayer wasted no time in doing what was said, and I ended up breaking into a really bad coughing fit when trying to blow my nose and wipe away the falling tears. Sango knelt down beside us, resting an arm over my shoulder and helping me stay upright. She frowned, hardening her expression after I had finished using my rescue inhaler. “Don’t you ever do that kind of stunt again, Irene! Do you understand me? I will not let that slide a second time!”
If the situation weren’t so serious, I might have laughed. She sounded a bit like a stern mother. Unfortunately, I didn’t have much of a voice anymore and simply gave a weak nod.
“Hey, mutt!” Kōga suddenly called out. Inuyasha’s eye twitched and he scowled, glaring at him.
“Whattya want, you scrawny wolf!?”
“Kagome is my girl.” He declared. “You can have her back for now, but you better not touch her! Got that?”
“Just what kind of mangy wolf do you think you are?” Inuyasha demanded.
“Shut up! Kagome needs a man like me!”
Kagome glared up at them, unimpressed. “Hey! What about how I feel?”
“They’re both idiots.” Shippō stated bluntly, not at all surprised by their arguing.
“Oi.” A low voice interrupted the conversation, and we all turned to see Maria walking over- thoughts hard to read due to her dark expression. “Shouldn’t… we be doing the look out for the real killer?”
“Well, yeah, but…” Kōga hesitated. “...how are we supposed to find them? They didn’t leave any clues!”
“Think, Kōga.” Kagome urged. “Can’t you think of anywhere you haven’t checked? Anywhere nearby where the killer could be?”
“If I knew that, I wouldn’t have gone after her .” Kōga scowled, gesturing with his head towards me. I sniffled, curling closer to Sango, guilty and ashamed of the secret I held and the friendship I had made. “We looked in every possible place that she could be hiding, but we’ve found no signs of her or my right hand wolf.”
“Right.” Miroku realized. “So’aku is still missing. That wolf demon over there said that she had led the killer astray to try and save the others after they had been ambushed.”
“Exactly.” Kōga ruffled his hair, irritated. “Things have been even more chaotic ever since she went missing.”
“But didn’t you say the killer attacks every single day?” Inuyasha asked, furrowing his brows.
Sango nodded. “Yeah. In order to do that, they would have to be somewhere nearby, wouldn’t they?”
“Somewhere close…” Kōga murmured, raising a hand to his chin as he thought. His eyes went wide. “That’s it! That’s the only place we haven’t checked!”
Without so much as a warning, he took off in a gust of wind. Sango and Kagome helped me stand up, but before they could get me back on Kirara I heard a pair of footsteps- walking fast and heading in my direction- and when I looked up I was barely able to get a glance of Maria’s face before she latched onto my shoulders and started shaking me for all I was worth.
“Idiot! What… What is wrong with you!?” She broke out into English and dug her nails into my flesh, holding me tight as the tears burned her hazel eyes. “Did you even think!? Fucking hell-!”
I was left disoriented and dizzy from the violent shaking, spots dancing in my vision, and as a result I was still processing what she just did when she suddenly wrapped her arms around me, pulling me to her with a hand pressed against the back of my head.
“Don’t…” She choked. “Don’t do that. Not again…. Never again.”
I knew she would be upset. Angry. Maria lost a lot of friends in her life, and I knew losing me would only make her feel worse. But at the time- knowing what I do- self sacrificing seemed like… the best way to go. I’m sorry. I won’t… do it again- not in front of you, at least. Tired eyes sliding shut, I gave a weak nod. “Okay.”
I was still going to die, no matter how much anyone wished otherwise, and for that I apologize.
Forever and after; I am truly, deeply sorry.
Maria was trembling as she gave me one more tight squeeze and pulled away, biting down hard on her bottom lip. Awkwardly giving my shoulder a light smack and sniffling, she let the others help me up onto the cat demon and we made our way down the mountain- surprised to find Kōga standing in the swamp I had fallen in before. I nodded off a little bit during that time, but awoke when I felt Kirara come to a halt, and wasn’t all too startled to find Shippō in my lap.
The wolf demon chief looked at us, hand on his hip. “Took you long enough. Thought I was gonna have to wait all day.”
“You’re the one that disappeared!” Inuyasha snapped.
“It’s not my fault you’re slow!”
“What did you say?”
Oh my gods, they never quit. Kagome seemed just as fed up and let out a noise of frustration, stomping her foot. “Both of you, stop it! We need to concentrate on finding So’aku and locating the killer!”
“Yeah, yeah. Right. Anyway,” Kōga held a hand out- gesturing to the large swamp before us, “this is the only area we haven’t been able to check. My wolves can’t exactly traverse through it without falling in and sinking, and I’ve been busy trying to keep everyone alive, so we’ve left it alone for now. We figured that if we couldn’t go through it, the killer wouldn’t have been able to either.”
“Yes, we saw Irene slip into it earlier.” Miroku explained. He hummed, staring into the distance. “Unless we can find a way to move through the swamp without sinking, we can’t go on. There has to be a way…”
Everyone turned to look at Kirara and Shippō, and the two nervously stepped back. Shippō held his hands up. “Wh-Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Mrrrow!”
The group just smiled at them, and I awkwardly pat Kirara and Shippō on the heads to comfort them. “Sorry.”
The poor things ended up being subjected to being the group rides throughout the swamp. Sango dressed herself in her armor, she and Maria climbing on behind me atop Kirara, while Kagome and Miroku and Inuyasha all snagged a ride on the transformed Shippō- who was floating about in the air in a pink balloon-like state. Kōga said it was his wolves who couldn’t check out the swamp without getting stuck, but he ran so fast it didn’t bother him. And running fast he did, for he took off without bothering to wait for us.
I doubted he could even feel the water long enough to risk sinking into it. Miroku shook his head, exasperated by the wolf demon chief. “He’s got no patience. I guess I can’t really blame him, circumstances considered…”
“C-Can we go already?” Shippō wheezed, struggling underneath all the weight. “I-I don’t know how long I can carry you guys like this…”
“You heard him, Kirara.” Sango said, patting the cat demoness. “You’re doing great. Now let’s go!”
She nodded and took off, flying over the swamp with Shippō following suit. Wandering through the swamp was a bit easier from above, though it was hard to track scents through all this mud. We were flying blind for the most part, and I was slowly drifting back off into sleep. Luckily Inuyasha caught sight of a blood trail after a few minutes, and that reminded me of the time I had found droplets of red earlier when I fell into the swamp.
Our best guess was that it meant that So’aku really had come this way… but was badly injured by the looks of it. Maria asked for us to hurry, determined and angry, her sword out and ready to avenge her fallen comrades. I was the only one who wouldn’t be able to contribute anything, barely holding on as is. I fiddled with the gas mask in my hands, having kept it in my kosode for safekeeping, wondering if I might have to wear it soon depending on who or what we found. Tucking it back into my kimono, I shuddered and leaned forward, clinging tight to Kirara and watching as the blood trail grew stronger.
“Kōga!” Inuyasha suddenly exclaimed. He clicked his tongue and scowled. “Damn wolf- how did he get himself hurt already!?”
Maria leaned over and looked down in alarm, eyes wide. “Kōga! And… So’aku? So’aku!”
Down below, collapsed in the swamp, were the two wolf demons. So’aku was a woman dressed in fur and armor, and had a large gash running across her back as she lay slumped in the muddy water. Kōga was bleeding nearby, skin shredded and burned, the demon chief struggling to push himself up onto his knees as he glared at his attackers.
Oh, how the rage filled me. I hardened my tired stare into something cold, staring daggers at the woman whose face was somehow now devoid of all scarring, her red eyes and beauty just as intense as the last time we met. Kagura. And beside her- in a white-and-red outfit near identical to the one I was wearing- with that godawful mask on as always, was Anastasia.
“Yo.” Kagura greeted, red lips painted in a smirk.
“Kōga!” Kagome exclaimed. Shippō and Kirara lowered us to the ground, and the middle-schooler hopped over and rushed over to him, feet nearly getting stuck in the thick mud. She knelt down, reaching into her pocket to pull out some tissues, dabbing at the blood and trying to stay the bleeding. “Are you okay?”
“They took me… by surprise.” He bit out, coughing. “I couldn’t… land a single hit on ‘em. They were using… that damn barrier magic again.”
Anastasia and Kagura watched us, and Sango and Maria leapt off of Kirara. They readied their weapons, and the two villainous women observed them- Kagura opening her fan and hiding the lower half of her face as she gazed at us. Anastasia hummed, the sound low and cold, before stating, to the confusion of us all, that, “It’s still not enough.”
Maria froze. I tensed. I knew my sister recognized the voice she heard- Maria had heard herself in plenty of recordings, had seen herself speaking in several videos from film classes back in school. She knew what she sounded like to others. She knew that that was her voice. That this… being… sounded exactly like her.
And she finally understood just what we all meant we told her about Anastasia.
“What are you talking about?” Inuyasha growled, unsheathing tetsusaiga. The blade transformed, bright and gleaming and ready to battle.
“It’s been a while.” Kagura continued, ignoring his question. “I guess you didn’t fall for our tricks, since you’re all here and that little Shikigami priestess of yours is still in one piece. A pity.”
What, were they planning to swoop in at the last second to steal my soul? Or were they expecting Kōga and the others to fight, to wear each other down, so that they could take my spirits while they were all distracted? I grit my teeth and tightened my hold on Kirara’s fur, before slowly sliding off of her back.
Those jerks... ! Their whole thing was trying to pit my friends against each other, wasn’t it? They wanted to make things easier for themselves by getting rid of all of us at once!
“Kaguraaaa!” Inuyasha roared, effectively enraged by her words. Tetsusaiga’s blade bled red as he ran at the two women, leaping into the air, the mud doing little to slow him down. Demonic energy gathered and twisted around his blade as he swung, swirling through the air and rushing towards the duo with a fearsome blast of water of wind, the sheer pressure of the tetsusaiga tearing cracks deep within the earth. “ Wind Scaaaaar! ”
Kagura wasted no time in leaping out of the way, as if assisted by the wind itself, the woman leaping far from danger and on the opposite side of where Kagome resided with Kōga and So’aku. Anastasia, on the other hand, merely stepped to the side- moving between the cracks of the blow with an astonishing confidence that she could avoid them. And she did, which left Inuyasha to curse as his attack failed to hit either of them, the only thing he succeeded in being the fact that he broke the barrier around the priestess.
Only… something wasn’t right. The mask Anastasia was wearing cracked- breaking from the pressure the attack unleashed, and it shattered, falling from her face, the pieces collapsing into the swamp below. And what we saw…
...was my face staring right back at us.
I stood there, looking back at me, a hand to my face where the mask had once been, brown eyes cold and devoid of all life, yet somehow filled with hate all the same. And, suddenly, everything- from how I was brought to this time, from the story the spirits told me, to the panther demons kidnapping me and our conversation in that prison, to this moment now- made sense in more ways than one.
We really were the same.
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Chapter 28: Irene... or Anastasia?
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I understood now why I had been so uncomfortable and afraid around Anastasia. When she had touched my hand back in that jail cell… the reason why I had been so freaked out by it was because it was my hand that had been touching me.
Small, dainty, pale.
Her hand had been cold as death, yet was completely identical to my own. Her voice that sounded so much like my sister’s… was a voice I could so easily mimic if I desired. Anastasia. A name bestowed upon a person who will rise again.
Just who was she to me? Who am I to her? Is it like with Kagome and the dead priestess-? Am I a reincarnation of this woman?
No… that doesn’t make sense. Anastasia still has a soul, dead as it was. She needs a living one to be made whole again. She needed me.
Me or…
Maria.
Of all the people that could have been summoned to the feudal era, it was us two. A pair of sisters who resemble Anastasia greatly- whether it be in appearance or voice. We have no ancestors from this country, but Anastasia was clearly not of Japanese descent.
She must have travelled a long way from America- or, wherever she was from, if it hasn't been founded yet- to get here, especially in this era. It must not have been easy, either. Perhaps that was why she died.
Gods, this… felt like utter insanity.
I had to be reaching for an explanation at this point, and yet, just maybe, it wasn’t as strange a thought as my heart tried to make it appear. She needed a soul to be made whole, but not just any soul.
A soul… of a relative, perhaps? A descendant?
“You…” I felt so dizzy and lightheaded, I wanted to throw up. “What…?”
“What’s going on!?” Kagome demanded, greatly alarmed.
“They’re identical!” Sango gasped.
Anastasia just stared, unimpressed and unafraid. Her dead eyes bore into Inuyasha, the sight seeming to send shivers down his spine as he took a step back, his expression contorting into one of confusion and disbelief. Anastasia tilted her head, dark bangs falling into her face. “You dare to point a blade at me…?”
Kagura huffed, flicking her fan open and holding it up to shield the lower half of her face. “Why are you all so tedious?”
“B-But that’s…” Shippō stood up from his spot on Kirara’s back, horrified. “She looks just like Irene! W-We can’t… attack if she looks like Irene, can we?”
That woman… she…
Miroku stepped forward, swinging his staff through the air and glaring at the two women. “They’re just trying to confuse us again! No matter what she looks like, Anastasia is just an unholy spirit. We simply need to destroy her body and pray for her soul to find peace.”
“No matter what I am, huh?” Anastasia echoed, stepping forward. She outstretched an arm, a red snake coiling around it. “I wonder… is that all it will take for me to find peace? You don’t even seem to be aware of why it is I’m here now.”
“...It’s my soul, isn’t it?” Flames flickered to life amongst my fingertips. I ignored the protests of my friends from behind me, instead walking forward through the thick swamp and coming to stand face-to-face in front of Anastasia. “It’s... sort of ironic, don’t you think? You rose again, just as your name suggests... but just like mine does, you’re unable to get any sort of peace until you get my soul... because it’s my soul that will give you back the spirits you once had. It’s my soul… that will make you alive again.”
I was so dizzy. I feel like I’m going to pass out right here and now, and all this overthinking and puzzle piecing was only making it worse. Still, I was determined- and this was my one chance to get the answers I wanted before I died.
A crazed, tired grin spread across my lips and I held my arms out, the flames on my fingertips dancing and stretching up to my arms, coloring themselves blue. “Do you think… that this is destiny? Even though time… itself has been… rewritten? I-It all…”
I coughed, almost losing balance for a second, before letting out a heavy wheeze.
“It all comes together a bit… too nicely, doesn’t it?”
“...You are a means to an end.” She stated coldly, and the snake coiled around her shoulders, hissing and baring its fangs at me. It was disturbing seeing my own face twisted into something so cruel and lifeless, so pale and ghastly, but I stood my ground and met her stare. I don’t even remember the last time I saw my own reflection. “It matters not what I have to do to achieve it.”
“Irene!” Inuyasha yelled, and I blinked- barely turning my head in time to see him swinging his sword down towards Anastasia, mud from the swamp flying from the pressure and coating us both. I ended up stumbling back, and Anastasia quickly leapt sideways to avoid the blow. “Get away from her!”
“Hmph.”
“This isn’t working.” Kagura scowled, tossing her fan out to the side. The winds began to pick up, and with it the murky brown water. “We should leave for now!”
What?
“No-!”
Just as it became near impossible to see who was where, the mud and water soaring alongside the whirlwind around us, I lunged- scrambling and running at Anastasia with an alarming desperation. But… rather than a desperation to survive… it was one of need.
I needed to know more. I hadn’t even gotten to ask my questions yet. She can’t leave now. Not when I might die in the next day or two!
I could hear Kagome shrieking and Sango calling out to the others, Maria crying my name, but it was pitch black. The darkness was overwhelming, everyone covered and blinded by the muddy swamp water and fierce winds. Inuyasha shouted my name again, attempting to locate me, the half-demon having been closest to me before the chaos occurred, but as I ended up tripping over something and falling back into the water, heaving and gasping, an unfamiliar slender hand caught my wrist and pulled me roughly onto my feet.
“What are you standing around for!?” Kagura demanded. A deep cold washed over me, fear striking my racing heart. “Let’s hurry and get out of here!”
No. Oh gods, please, no.
You got the wrong Shikigami user, Kagura!
I tried to pull back, but she tugged with such force that I had no choice but to obey, too weak to fight back and lacking the oxygen and voice to protest. The wind sorceress pushed me down hard onto the transforming feather, and before I knew it we were riding high up into the air- Inuyasha letting out an angered roar as he slashed at where we had just been mere moments ago.
Holy-!
He just… attacked us. Attacked me. His amber eyes were furious, glaring coldly as the two of us flew away, and in my dazed and sickly state of mind it took a bit too long for me to realize why.
He had thought… I was Anastasia. Kagura, too- that was why she grabbed me, right?
In all that chaos, drenched in murky water and heavy mud, with faces so identical, they got us mixed up. They confused us for each other, and now I was being carried away farther and farther from my friends and my sister, who were left with one of our greatest enemies, and I…
I’m heading straight towards Naraku.
Kagura is right here in front of me, a demoness I despised so greatly, and she’s taking me directly to the bastard who killed Otoki. Who killed the samurai that sacrificed themselves to save me and my friends. Who destroyed everyone and everything just because he could.
I could… I could end things, couldn’t I? I could use what little strength I have left to attack Naraku. I could do it. If I’m going to die soon anyway, I might as well go out trying to avenge all the innocent people who have suffered.
I could… free Kohaku.
If I can get close enough to him, then I could end this entire war. But- am I… even capable of it? I’m the weakest member of the group; I can barely even defend myself. I might be able to get close to Naraku, but there’s no feasible way I could destroy him. I don’t have the strength. It would be a suicide attempt.
Gods, I think I see the castle in the distance. I can’t believe this is actually happening. There was a dark purple barrier surrounding it, the inside full of demons and a hideous violet mist. That mist… was it Naraku’s miasma? It looked so thick and corrosive; there was no way I'd be able to breathe that in and survive. Anastasia probably wasn’t affected by it given that she’s already a corpse, but I’m still human. I can't even put my slayer mask on without drawing suspicion.
I… I have no choice. I’m going to have to breathe it all in. It’ll hasten the rate at which I’ll die, but there’s no other way I’ll be able to get out of this. I’ll have to pretend to be the person that wanted me dead the most.
There’s no way this will end well.
Trying to steady my breathing and forcing my dazed expression into something more neutral and cold, I did my best to impersonate Anastasia. She always wore that mask- perhaps they didn’t know what she actually looked like speaking without it? That was my hope, anyway.
Heart racing with anxiety and fear, the organ beating as hard as it could to keep me functioning, I watched as a hole opened up in the barrier as we approached it. Flying through, it closed up behind us, and I was not at all prepared for the sheer force of which the miasma hit me. It was putrid and suffocating, tearing away at my throat and burning the insides of my lungs. Eyes stinging painfully with tears, I hurriedly turned my head away so Kagura couldn’t see my expression, feeling the strength drain from me faster than ever before.
My very life force was being eaten away.
Such a poisonous and deadly gas, so toxic it felt like my very skin was being burned at the touch. My entire body was screaming with pain, and my jaw was clenched so tight to keep myself from coughing and gasping it made my teeth ache. There was so much pressure building up in my chest- but I can’t cough. I can’t.
If I do, they'll know. If I show my pain, they’ll kill me faster and it’ll be over. They’ll win, I can’t let them win, they can’t get my soul, I won’t let them, stay awake stay awake don’t pass out ignore the pain don’t focus on the pain don’t show pain don’t show emotion don’t-
My palms and wrists were bleeding from my nails digging into the flesh, hands carefully hiding inside my long kosode sleeves. I could feel the sweat beading down my face, my neck, my back. I must have been pale as a sheet.
Yet Kagura didn’t notice, probably due to the fact that I was soaked head-to-toe in dirty water and mud. Hell, if it wasn’t for that… she probably would have noticed the purple and blue color my face had turned from me forcing myself to inhale and not choke by the time we landed. Climbing off the feather, Kagura turned to face me, watching with curious red eyes as I very slowly did the same, making sure I didn’t stumble or sway or let my dizziness get the better of me. My skull was pounding, heart beating so loud it was throbbing and echoing in my ears.
“You had a hard time, didn’t you?"
It was beating so loud I almost didn’t hear Kagura speak, my pained and nearly dead brown eyes looking up to meet her stare. I said nothing in response to her question, but thankfully Kagura didn’t seem bothered by it. She actually looked like she expected me to just stand there and stare.
Like she truly believed me to be Anastasia.
Flicking her fingers as the feather transformed back into a tiny little little thing that she could catch, Kagura carefully tucked the moth feather into her hair bun. “Anyway...” She turned away, pulling her fan out of her sleeve and flicking it open to cover the lower half of her face. “Those wolf-demons aren’t that big of a deal. It’s just annoying that they saw through our plan. Those brats are smarter than they look.”
I can’t… breathe…
Black spots are… dancing in… vision…
Kagura eyed me then, only to turn up her nose in disgust. “You sure are covered in mud, aren’t you? You should have a change of clothes in your room… well, whatever; I’m going back now. I have to keep an eye on Kohaku.”
Ko… haku?
Kagura walked past me and through the hall into the castle, and I waited until she was gone from sight to carefully walk my way to the nearest open room. From there, I slid the doors shut and fell to my knees, hacking and gasping and coughing, clawing at my throat and at the dirty kosode I wore, shaky hands struggling to pull out the slayer mask that was hiding within. It was even harder trying to strap it over my face, and though it would filter the poison out of the air for me to breathe in it would do nothing for the poison I already have inhaled.
I can’t… okay, calm down. Gods, I can’t think through all this pain-! There’s… a spirit I can use… right?I know I used one before with Miroku when he accidentally inhaled some poisonous insects through his wind tunnel, back in the village when I nearly had my soul sucked out of me.
“Sh… Shiki...gami…” I choked out, tears hot against my cold cheeks, my back slumped weakly against a wall. My fingers were digging so hard into my chest I was sure there’d be bruises if I made it out of this place alive. “P-Please… h-help…”
I’m scared.
I don’t know what to do.
Everything hurts.
Fortunately, the spirits seemed to hear my plea- for a green light shone at my feet and a familiar fiery eagle leapt through it. It stared down at me, flapping its wings, eyes looking almost sympathetic upon seeing my pathetic and near lifeless state. Closing its eyes, the eagle dove forth- piercing straight through my chest.
The action seemed to rip the toxin right out of me, purifying my body of the miasma and causing the suffocating pressure to disappear, all the while leaving me absolutely breathless and winded.
Gasping and simply breathing through the mask, I ended up sitting there for a long time. So long, in fact, I ended up dozing off. When I awoke, my eyes remained half-lidded and my body felt heavier than before, like it was being weighed down by lead. I couldn’t… really feel much of anything anymore, as if I had somehow become numb to the pain that encompassed me.
I had absolutely no strength to stand.
My body… it didn’t want to listen to me. It was finally giving up, truly and completely. In this castle filled with deadly miasma and demons that would tear me apart given the chance, and… I would die without even getting a single question answered.
Damn it…
Why am I so weak? Why did I have to be born with such a useless body? I just wanted to help my friends, to find a way to send my sister home. I wanted to help end this awful war with Naraku, and avenge all the innocent people who died.
Otoki and her brother, the samurai and all the townsfolk, the villagers and their children. So many people were hurt and killed by Naraku, and I was too weak to stop it from happening.
I want…
I want to be stronger. Why is that so hard to do? I’ve come so far from that scared nineteen-year-old girl I had been, and yet I’m still so pathetic. If I'm going to die, I don’t want it to be like this. Not in this place, where I’d be just a corpse among more corpses.
Suddenly… a sound reached my ears. It was a light sound, a soft sound. A gentle tap, tap, tap of… paws on the ground?
Blinking groggily, I waited for my blurry vision to clear- and I was left staring tiredly at a familiar calico cat. It sat in front of me, emerald eyes sad, and without realizing I was already holding my bloody hand out towards it, letting the strange creature walk over and lick the crimson liquid away before nuzzling it’s head into my palm.
“You can’t fall here.” The tomcat said. “You’ve come so far… Irene, you must live on.”
Heh. Didn’t he say something like that last time we met? He told me to live a long and fulfilling life… yet that was clearly going to be impossible with me in such a weakened, dying state.
“Just a bit longer.” The mysterious talking cat urged, emerald eyes looking up to meet mine as my hand fell limp against the decayed wooden floor. “You have to hold on just a bit longer, otherwise you won’t be saved.”
Saved? That’s cute.
I don’t think there’s any saving me this time.
“Here.”
The floor beneath the creature lit up with an ice blue light. The star pentagram took shape, large and blinding and bright, and then there were birds flying upwards; beautiful ice blue and violet-colored birds that flew around me in circles before softly moving into my body, filling me with such an alarming burst of energy that I was left gasping, back arching before sitting up straight, my arms wrapping around myself to try and recover from the shock.
“This should be enough. I wish I could do more, but… so much of my power is still missing” The tomcat nuzzled my leg. “Please, be careful. I am relying on you, Irene. You are the only one who can break this curse… freeing all those who are haunted by it.”
“What…” I wheezed, looking down at the cat with wide eyes. A strange thought came to mind, giving me an idea as to what and who exactly this creature was, but I didn’t want to make assumptions just yet. “What are… you talking about?”
The cat just smiled, flicked its tail, and stepped back. “You’ll see.” Then, in a burst of flames, red and purple and blue and green, it disappeared.
…Okay…
Not the weirdest thing, I’ll admit.
At least it seemed friendly; this makes twice that the cat had helped me out. Taking a few more deep breaths, realizing I had been given a surge of adrenaline more than actual strength, I tried to stand. “S-Steady… I can do this.”
I carefully moved myself up onto my knees, then onto my feet while using the bookshelf beside me for balance. Noticing the door to the connecting room on my left, I limped over to it- peering in curiously and making sure there were no evil demons or half-spiders lurking inside. Save for an old lantern, a shelf, a few baskets, a barrel, and a couple of burned pieces of paper, it was pretty empty.
Wait…
Making my way over to the shelf, I reached out and picked up what looked to be a pair of clean clothes. Anastasia’s clothes. Aw, yeah. Perfect. I can wear these for now and pretend to be her- at least until I can figure out a way to escape. I’m still totally soaked in mud, though, so…
What’s in that barrel?
Haha! I can at least wash the mud off myself with the water in here. Nice.
Being careful in doing so, using a random cloth I found nearby, I took off the dirtied outfit I was wearing and cleaned myself. Once done, I changed into the onmyōji priestess attire that was left behind by Anastasia.
It got a little tricky with the weird red sash straps that dangled off my shoulders, but I was so used to kimonos at this point that it didn’t take long to figure out. She even had a second mask I could wear, which meant I could keep my slayer one on underneath it. Oddly convenient, but I’m not going to complain. I think my biggest issues were the shoes- I’ve grown so used to being barefoot these past few months that wearing them felt almost wrong to me.
Once I was fully dressed, I placed my hands on my hips and looked around the room, marching to ensure I didn’t trip in the shoes. Just… what in the hell am I supposed to do now?
I made a face beneath the mask, heart racing nervously.
I was in Naraku’s castle. This was probably the riskiest thing I’ve ever done yet. Demons were lurking outside, and I didn’t want to risk them attacking me if I tried to leave that way. I’m only walking right now due to that adrenaline burst I was given, but if I try to take down those demons I would die before I could get the first few Shikigami flames out.
My best shot is wandering around the castle and pretending to be Anastasia for now. Maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll be given some sort of evil quest that will let me go outside the barrier. Once out, I can make a proper escape. You know… assuming I haven’t died before then.
Seriously, what did I do so wrong that I had to have such bad luck?
Ugh. Okay, stay calm. I have to be extra careful from here on out. My expressions will be hidden behind the oni mask, so while the miasma feels like it’s trying to corrode through my very flesh it won’t kill me just yet, and as long as I can act like Anastasia everything should be fine. I can do this.
I have to.
Steeling myself, I hesitated before leaving the room- wandering down a couple halls before arriving back on the wooden decks outside. The place was so eerie and run-down, it was a wonder how anyone could live in this place at all. I lost track of the amount of cobwebs I’ve seen, not to mention carcasses.
Even the rock gardens looked desolate and sad.
If I hadn’t grown so accustomed to death and destruction during my time here in this place, then- wait. I stumbled to a halt, eyes growing wide behind the oni mask when I caught sight of a familiar eleven-year-old boy.
“Kohaku?” Oh, frick. I cringed, mildly horrified at myself for speaking with my normal voice, only to soon pause, furrowing my brows and stepping closer, noticing the boy hadn’t reacted at all to my exclamation. I hesitantly reached out, touching his shoulder. “Kohaku…?”
He looked so… lifeless. Is he possessed right now? He’s not acting like he usually does when he’s possessed. Is this how he’s like when he doesn’t have any orders to fulfill? The poor kid… he doesn’t even look alive in this state. If not for the color in his cheeks, you would think he was dead.
He deserved so much better than this. This would destroy Sango’s heart if she were able to see him now, knowing the boy wasn’t himself. I still remember the way she cried when she had to fight him to protect me, and how she clung to me and apologized in that cave so long ago. Knowing I was standing so close to him now, and mere rooms away from where that bastard of a puppeteer sat… gods, it filled me with so much rage and anguish that I… I don’t even know how to describe it.
Naraku was so close. He was so close and I can’t do a single thing to him.
It’s so… pathetic.
“Don’t waste your time with the kid.” Kagura’s voice suddenly said, and I barely stopped myself in time from jolting as I whirled around to look at her. She was standing in the doorway of a room further down the hall, closed fan pressed to her chin. Her red eyes were piercing, bitter and spiteful and cold. “He’s just Naraku’s puppet. He never speaks.”
Why… did she sound so angry about that? She didn’t care about him. Did she…?
Inhaling deeply, I tried to gather my courage. I then lowered my voice to imitate my sister, knowing just how closely Anastasia sounded like her. I just had to be careful to keep any and all emotion out of my voice. “If he’s a puppet… then what are you?”
Kagura scowled, clapping her fan into her palm. She glared at me. “What am I? Haven’t you figured it out yet? You’re the only one in this place that actually wants to work with that man.” Kagura blinked all of a sudden, her lips curling into a small smirk. “That is a rather curious thing though; just what made you decide to team up with Naraku? Why is that sickly girl’s soul so special?”
“...”
Irritated that I didn’t answer, Kagura scowled again and hmph’d, walking out of the doorway and over to us. She leaned over, resting an arm on Kohaku’s left shoulder, pointing her fan at me with a sneer. “Fine. Be that way. Don’t answer my questions. Just hurry up and see Naraku- he wants to talk to you about something.”
Oh.
Oh.
I am so totally dead. I don’t know why I thought I could pretend. This conversation alone is incredibly nerve-wracking. Swallowing thickly, I looked at Kohaku one more time, then at Kagura- wondering if I should question her a bit more, before deciding not to risk it and forcing my feet to start moving down the hall towards the room she just came from- praying it was the right the way to go.
“He’s quite moody today,” Kagura called out, only making my nerves worse, “so I’d be careful if I were you. Not that I care about what happens to you, though...”
Gee, thanks, that’s encouraging. Oh gods. I just… need to stay calm.
Can Naraku smell fear? Can spiders smell anything at all? I think I read something back when I was a kid about how they have to touch things with their legs to smell, so maybe he can’t. Maybe he won’t be able to tell I’m human and not… well, Anastasia.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. Irene, this is the dumbest stunt you’ve pulled yet.
I wish I was able to pay more attention on the path here to the castle earlier, because then I could… no. I need to stop thinking ahead like that. I’m not going to last that long. I might not even last today. Downtrodden, heart sunken deep into my stomach, I braced myself for the fate I was sure to face and slid open the last door- entering the room without so much as announcing myself. I really hoped my trembling wasn’t obvious.
Walking deeper into the room, I caught sight of a screen divider. Beneath the divider, there was a shadow… and slowly, fearfully making my way past it… I saw him.
Naraku was sitting against the wall, staring out a window. The room was cold and dark and damp, and the only light in the room was what was entering from the window. It was a sickening light, glowing an ominous shade of purple, and it illuminated the man I both feared and hated with all my being. Naraku had an arm draped lazily over his legs, and when he turned to face me with those piercing red eyes, hearing me approach... a chill went down my spine and my blood ran cold.
“There you are.” His deep voice purred, a smirk playing upon his lips. “I’ve been waiting. Kagura told me what happened in the mountains with the wolf-demons. I can’t believe you had such a hard time against Inuyasha- nonetheless that pathetic human girl. She should have been easy for you to grab given the situation.”
I… I can’t… breathe.
He’s right there and I can’t…
I-I don’t… I don’t know what to do.
“Anastasia?” Naraku sat up a bit straight, narrowing his eyes at me, and I felt my panic rise. He was so intimidating, even his half-hearted accusation left me frozen. When I failed to respond, his voice deepened, expression growing dark. His crimson stare was so intense it was as if he were trying to see through the mask that hid my terrified face. “What’s the matter with you? Answer me.”
“I…”
I’m so scared. I don’t like this. I don’t want this.
But, regardless, I forced myself to keep speaking, struggling to keep my voice low and steady, lacking in all emotion. Being who I am, it was far from easy, especially given just how panicked I was. “...I underestimated them. Rather than… turning the wolf-demons against them… they saw through the plan and… allied together to face us. We had no choice but to retreat.”
Oh gods, I actually said it. My heart was racing so hard and fast and beating so loud I was worried he could hear it. I tried to tell myself to calm down, to get my racing heart to beat a little softer, but it was futile. I could only stand there in silence with my fear, waiting for him to either find me out or say something else.
We remained in silence for so long, that when he finally scoffed I almost leapt out of my skin. “Is that so? A heavy miscalculation on your part, I must say.”
Oh, wow. Yeah. Blame me for what was obviously your plan, sir spider bastard.
“Anyway, I have a new task for you.” I blinked, that having caught my attention. “I need you to find a child named Rin.”
“A… human child?”
“What else would she be?” He asked, raising a brow, before turning his attention towards the thing he was holding in his hand, lifting it up for me to see. It… looked almost like an organ. Like he was holding a living, beating heart within the palm of his hand. Moving it close to his lips, he called out a name. “Kagura.”
...Huh?
A gust of wind blew into the room, and then a few seconds later the woman in question entered. Realizing what just happened, a horrible understanding dawned upon me. The reason why she seemed so bitter about Kohaku being puppeteered by Naraku, the reason why she seemed to despise the half-demon so much even though she worked for him… it was because she had to. He literally held her heart in his hand.
She can’t… go against him.
No matter how much she may wish to.
“What?” Kagura scowled.
Naraku just stared her down, unamused and unimpressed by her attitude. “Help Anastasia.”
“You say it like it’s so easy. But fine. I’ll go.” Kagura walked on over to me, clearly irritated by the new order. “I’ll take you to the little brat, so come with me.”
I… don’t know what to do with this new information.
I also have no idea who this child we were supposed to abduct was, but this seemed to be the perfect opportunity for me to get the hell out of here, so instead of complaining I simply walked over to the wind sorceress, not saying a word as I followed her out of the room and onto the outside porch where she pulled out the very same feather we had arrived on.
The demons within the barrier paid us no heed, as if under Naraku’s control and forbidden from attacking. As we left the castle’s barrier... I found myself letting out the tiniest breath of relief. Things progressed a lot faster than I had thought they would, but… this was good.
I’ll be able to escape now.
I just… dislike all these conflicting feelings building up inside of me now. Naraku was still as evil as I believed him to be, but Kagura… wasn’t? He had hold of her heart… and used it against her. I think I actually remember her making a comment about not having a heart a while back, all the way from when we had encountered her in the destroyed castle town.
I’m pretty sure Kagome had threatened to shoot her, and Kagura’s response was…
Yeah, I definitely remember now. Her exactly words were, “Go right ahead; it’s not as if I have one that you can touch.”
Kagura...
All this time, she’s been suffering just as much as the others- a puppet that couldn’t act out. I had no regrets about fighting her back when I did; she would have killed Kōga, nonetheless my friends, and I wasn’t about to let that happen, but… I did feel a little less hatred towards her now.
And… this new mission- kidnapping some little girl named Rin, I…
I can’t just… let them do that. I don’t want to leave some innocent child to be kidnapped and possibly killed, especially not when I’m here and have the ability to prevent it. I don’t… want another repeat of what happened with Otoki. I-I can’t. My heart won’t allow it.
I have to help her. With what little strength I have in this useless body of mine, I’ll save her.
“If Naraku’s intel is right,” Kagura said, snapping me out of my thoughts as she flew us over some mountains and down into a heavily green forest, “the little girl should be around here somewhere- so let’s split up and find her. The faster we get this done, the better.”
Right…
I gave the demoness a short nod as I climbed down, seeing her in a strange new light, and I watched as she flew off on her feather. Counting to thirty, I waited… and when I felt the time was right I pulled off the demon mask and tossed it to the ground, untying the slayer mask immediately afterwards with an overly dramatic gasp. I felt so much less suffocated out here in the wild, with trees that gave an illusion of familiarity due to the constant travel I had grown accustomed to.
“Fresh air~!”
I coughed a little, holding a hand up to my throat.
“Ow…” Note to self, don’t be so loud. Now, to find the kid before Kagura. I blinked, looking around as I tucked the demon slayer mask into my kimono. “Which way to go…?”
It’s been so long since I’ve been alone like this… it feels so strange. I was starting to get used to the abductions at this point, but I never really traveled by myself before. I always had someone with me, and by the time I grew strong enough to handle myself I became too sickly to actually be left alone. Where should I even begin looking for Rin? Maybe… there? Let’s try that way.
If I was a little girl, I would want to go where there were flowers.
Hmm…
I began walking, nearly tripping over my own feet due to the stupid shoes I was wearing. Not seeing anyone, I let out a sigh and ruffled my hair, looking around in exasperation as I pulled my bangs out of my face. I could feel the adrenaline starting to run off, too, now that I’ve recognized my surroundings as one not to be afraid of. This isn’t good. “Hello~? Anyone there?”
I feel so ridiculous.
Snap-!
My head whirled around, hearing the breaking of a branch, and I found myself meeting the wide-eyed stare of a child who couldn’t possibly be more than six or eight years old. She was so short I doubted she’d even reach my elbow. “H-Hello?”
She took a hesitant step back, clutching some yellow and white flowers to her chest, moving to hide partly behind a tree. From what I could see, she had messy black hair with part of her bangs pulled up into a tiny ponytail, the girl wearing a dirtied orange-and-yellow checkered kimono. “Hello…”
Frick, I think I scared her. I turned to face her and carefully knelt down, flashing her a weak smile and wave. I spoke as softly as could, ignoring some of the pain that leaked itself into my voice. “Hey. You don’t have to hide- I don’t bite, I promise. If anything, I think I’m the one more likely to get bit.”
I tried to laugh, pressing a finger to my cheek as I grinned.
“I’m not exactly the healthiest person around, y’know? Look at me, I’m like a ghost!” The girl relaxed a little bit a my words, becoming less cautious upon hearing my jokes and seeing my goofy smile. “You can probably see right through me, can’t ya? A-Anyway… um… what’s your name? I’m… I’m Irene.”
Phew, that was running me out of breath. I need to hurry this conversation up.
“I’m… I’m Rin.” She said shyly, slowly coming out of hiding and stopping just a few feet away from me. She held the flowers tightly. “It’s… nice to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you, too.” She was actually the kid I was supposed to find? Huh. What are the chances? Maybe all my bad luck is finally changing now that I’m about to die. Sweet. I tilted my head, pondering my next choice of words carefully. “Can I… ask what you’re doing here, or is that too weird?”
“O-Oh, um…” She blinked, looked down at her hands, and then held out the flowers. Deeming I was not a threat, she brightened, flashing me a big smile. “I was picking some flowers. I wanted to make a bouquet!”
“Ooh~ really?” I tried to play some excitement into my breathy voice. “That’s an awesome idea! Do you want me to help? It’ll go a lot faster with the two of us, you know. Oh, but I’m… sure your guardian wouldn’t want you to be away for too long. They’re… probably super worried.”
Rin hummed, pressing a finger to her chin thoughtfully. “I guess they’d be worried… Before I go, though, I wanna pick six different colored flowers.”
“For the bouquet?”
“Nope!” She giggled, rocking on her heels and doing a dramatic spin, throwing her hands up in the air- all the while being careful not to drop the flowers. “I’m gonna put them all around the campfire, and show them to Master Jaken and Lord Sesshōmaru!”
My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment I wondered if I misheard. “Did… Did you just say… Sesshōmaru?”
“Yup! He’s super strong!” Rin nodded, smiling ear-to-ear. She held her arms out, as if to demonstrate just how powerful her guardian was. “He saved me from demons dozens of times!”
“O-Okay, but like… this Lord Sesshōmaru of yours…does he have, I dunno,” I squinted, gesturing with my hands as I spoke to emphasize my questions, “long silver hair, pointed ears, one arm, and two swords? A-And is this... so-called Master Jaken an annoying little green imp that just… never stops complaining?”
Rin gasped, eyes wide, raising a hand to her lips. “Do you know them?”
“Eh~ kind of…” Now I know why Naraku wants me to abduct her. I made a face, raising a hand up and scratching my cheek. “You... could say that Sesshōmaru saved my life.”
“No way!” Rin was astounded. She moved closer to me, any and all inclination to not trust me gone from mind. Her eyes were practically sparkling. “He really saved you? Lord Sesshōmaru must really like you, then! I don’t think I’ve ever seen him save anyone other than me and Master Jaken.”
“Uh… what?” I was baffled by the change in topic.
“You’re so pretty, too! Although…” She tilted her head, eyebrows furrowing as she looked at me with worry. “You don’t look very well. Are you really sick? You said you weren’t very healthy earlier… Are you sure you want to help me pick flowers? Why don’t I take you to Master Jaken, and we can wait for Lord Sesshōmaru there at the camp? I’m sure he’d be happy to see you!”
My tired brain can’t keep up with all these questions, holy frick. Calm down, child. I can barely breathe as is. I’m starting to feel the pain now that I’m out of the miasma-ridden castle, and let me tell you- it hurts. I’m not even sure how well I’ll be able to stand up after kneeling for so long.
“I-well, um… it was… i-it was just a… promise we made at the time, you know?” I can’t think. How does one use words again? I’ve forgotten. “S-Sesshōmaru was just… lost, so I helped him with directions and he promised to protect me during that time. I-It wasn’t… anything weird, Rin, I promise.”
“What do you mean?” She tilted her head. “What could be weird about it? If he saved you, he must like you! Oh, I know-”
Rin reached over, snatching my hand, and I yelped, finding myself being dragged onto my feet and forced to follow.
“We’ll make you a bouquet to show him, too! It’ll be such a surprise!”
I mean, I’m pretty he’ll know I’m nearby with that nose of his, but alright. I’m not gonna burst her bubble. “O-Okay, just… n-not so fast, Rin, I-I can’t- I can’t… keep up…!”
I’m so dizzy. I forgot just how much energy little kids can have. I ended up wheezing and collapsing onto my rear when she finally found a flower patch for me to pick flowers from, and as she collected six different colored ones I just picked some simple blue and white flowers to carry. I coughed a bit, and Rin looked back at me worriedly. Seeing how much paler my face had gotten, she decided we’d done enough and that it was time to head to the campsite.
“I’m so excited- I can’t wait to see their faces!” Rin giggled, tugging on my hand and skipping a little.
I don’t have the strength for this. I think I’m just going to warn Sesshōmaru and pass the frick out into the afterlife, because good gods I feel my insides struggling to keep me functioning. Thankfully, the campsite didn’t seem to be too far away from where I found her, and I ended up just letting her lead me up the forest road to a small clearing with a lake.
There I saw a familiar green imp, and a… two-headed dragon just chilling and chewing on some grass. Jaken had hold of its reins, and when he saw us… he nearly jumped out of his skin, yellow beady eyes bulging out of his skull. “R-Rin!? What’re you doing with that woman!?”
“She helped me pick some flowers! See?” Rin beamed, holding the bouquet up for the imp to see. Jaken simply sputtered, utterly flabbergasted, and Rin laughed, tugging me further into the campsite. “C’mon, I wanna introduce you to Ah-Un! Say hi, Ah-Un!”
The two-headed dragon in question simply raised their heads and stared, before letting out a small noise and returning to eating. Rin pouted.
“They’re just hungry. I’m sure they’ll ease up around you sooner or later. Let’s go spread these flowers before Lord Sesshōmaru shows up!”
“Th-wha- flowers?” Jaken was still a mess, only able to watch in shock as Rin released my hand and ran over to the campfire, setting the flowers down carefully around the firewood. “What’re you doing with them?”
“This! Aren’t they pretty spread out like this?”
“No, no, no!” Jaken exclaimed, scowling as he reached down to try and push them away. “Don’t put those useless things around the fire- Lord Sesshōmaru will be furious!”
“No, he won’t!” Rin fervently protested, glaring at the imp. She put them back into place. “I think he’ll like them.”
Yeah, you tell him, kid. Though honestly I have no idea how the demon lord will feel about them, given his personality. I barely understood him from the short time we met in the destroyed castle, and he only become more confusing based on the things my friends told me.
Whether he was good or bad, I didn’t know- but considering the circumstances surrounding the feudal era and how easily it is to kill or be killed… I’m not ready to make an assumptions. I think he’s… kinder than he’ll let on or even admit, and I think I was right about him having a change of heart when it comes to humans. This child he apparently has travelling with him… just further strengthens that theory, but what it all means… who knows?
I took a few deep breaths and pressed a hand to my forehead, feeling myself start to sway, and I stumbled forward before falling to my knees and plopping onto the ground. Breathless and dazed, I watched as Jaken and Rin continued to argue, and during that time I heard several loud thumps from behind me.
Ah-Un.
I looked at the two-headed dragon weirdly, but decided not to question why it chose to sit behind me. I instead leaned back against it, careful not to be too fast in case it didn’t like it, and when it didn’t move I relaxed my shoulders and closed my eyes… holding the blue and white flowers in my lap as I found myself dozing off.
I’m not really sure how long I slept, but when I awoke I was back to my weak and pathetic state of chronic pain and lack of oxygen. I groaned, shifting in my spot against Ah-Un, before slowly opening my eyes and staring at the ground- momentarily wondering where I was. It didn’t long for the memories of everything that happened to come flooding back to me.
Kagura, Naraku, Rin… right.
Okay. Eugh. I grimaced, wincing as I pressed a palm against the ground and sat up. I blinked groggily, looking around, before my spotted gaze focused on Rin near the fire- the child humming as she played with the flowers she collected. Jaken had his arms crossed, sitting against a log with a scowl on his face, and that scowl only deepened when he saw I was awake.
“You annoying little-” He began, raising his voice, but he was unable to finish.
The sound of footsteps caught everyone’s attention, and we all turned- my eyes growing wide as a tall and regal figure stepped into view, moving with the very same grace I recall seeing the last time we met. His long silver hair flowing behind him, his amber eyes surveyed the area before landing on me, the demon lord’s expression as hard to read as ever.
Rin brightened immediately upon seeing him, and she stood up with incredible speed- running towards him before tackling Sesshōmaru in the leg. She didn’t even reach his knee, she was so small. Honestly, as adorable as the scene was… it was oddly surprising. He didn’t even look upset, simply staring down at her as if this was a normal occurrence.
“Rin.” He said. “Have you been good?”
She nodded, smiling up at him. “Mmhm! I even made a friend! Look!”
Rin pointed at me from her spot next to the demon lord’s leg, and Sesshōmaru focused his stare on me. Not knowing what else to do, I flashed an awkward grin, holding the flowers in my lap.
“H-Hey. It’s… been a while, huh?” I was definitely dressed a lot nicer than the last time we met, covered in a lot less blood, but my face probably looked several times more ghastly. I had no doubt he could smell the excruciating pain I was in, nonetheless the miasma that had probably soaked into my clothing. Forcing myself to stand, I stumbled- nearly falling back over if not for Ah-Un suddenly reaching one of their heads out and pushing it against my back to keep me standing. “O-Oh, uh, thanks. Thank you.”
I guess Rin wasn’t kidding about the dragon warming up to me. Patting the head that helped me, I slowly made my way over to the obvious foster father-and-daughter duo, being careful not to drop the blue and white flowers I picked earlier. I stopped about two feet away from Sesshōmaru, flashing him a bright smile.
“I, uh… wasn’t really expecting to… s-see you today. Funny how... things work, huh? Small world.”
He said nothing.
Ouch. Not surprising, but still.
“Um.” I blinked a few times, looking down at the flowers in my hand and then holding them up for him to see. “R-Rin and I… picked some flowers for you.”
“We picked all sorts of flowers!” Rin piped up, tugging on his pants leg to get his attention. He looked down at her briefly, then turned his gaze back to me. Judging by the way his eyes moved afterwards, he must have caught sight of the flowers around the campfire. “Aren’t they pretty?”
Oh gods. Okay. This is so awkward. I held the flowers up again, not sure what to do with them. “D-Do you want them? Rin said you would like them and, uh… yeah.” I had absolute no idea what to with them.
When Sesshōmaru continued to remain silent, simply staring at me as if to ask why I was even here or how I was still alive, I felt the slightest bit of despair come hurtling down upon me. He was not making this easy, like- damn it man, work with me here! I’m a dead girl walking, okay? I can barely speak as is! Just give me a nod or something, please.
I fumbled for a second, throbbing brain failing to come up with a way to continue the conversation, and I ended up tripping all over my words. “Y-You can just… not answer either; that’s cool, too. I’ll just, uh… here.”
Mildly panicking, I stepped closer so we were directly in front of each other, and ignoring the way his stare intensified I carefully tucked the bouquet into the top of his chest armor, letting the blue and white flowers hang out there for everyone to see. Hurriedly moving back, I observed my handiwork before giving him two thumbs up and a strained smile.
“There! Perfect.” I’m even nervous laughing now. What the hell. “B-Blue really suits you.”
Oh gods, I think I made him angry. He was practically glaring at me now.
Rin didn’t seem to notice- or maybe she just didn’t care. She moved to stand between us, clasping her hands in front of her chest and flashing him a beaming smile. “Can she stay with us, Lord Sesshōmaru? Please~?”
“What!?” Jaken squawked, unable to believe what he was hearing. He jumped onto his feet, waving his staff in the air frantically. “Absolutely not! That human woman had the audacity to fall asleep after coming here completely uninvited! M’lord, I say we kill her and get on with it! She’s done nothing but cause us trouble in the past!”
Rin gasped, and wasted no time in running over and giving Jaken a hard push, knocking him over. “Don’t you dare! Big Sister’s done nothing wrong!”
“Big… sister?” I echoed, voice breathy in my bafflement.
Is she calling me that because she genuinely viewed me as a sister after only meeting me for half an hour, or was it just the normal way honorifics worked here in Japan? There were still so many customs and traditions I had absolutely zero understanding about, and even less time to learn. I still don’t know how to read this language after being in this place for, what-? Two months? Yeesh. Still, whatever the case, there's no reason for her to pick a fight with the jerk-ish imp. Having a child try to defend me was, although sweet, making me feel even more pathetic.
“G-Get off me!” Jaken shrieked, caught in a wrestling match with the small determined child. “She even dared to put such useless things as flowers in his armor! How dare she touch him!? If not kill her, we should at least cut off her hands to make sure it doesn’t happen again! It’s disgraceful! Insulting!”
“S-Stop it, Master Jaken! Lord Sesshōmaru likes those flowers, and you know it!”
Oh gods. Feeling the sweat bead down the side of my face, I took a small step towards them, outstretching my hand. Funnily enough, I could care less about the threats he was making, not at all perturbed with the threat of death permanently looming over my head. Dealing with him almost felt like a joke after mistakenly being brought to Naraku’s castle. “G-Guys, it’s… fine. You don’t… have to-”
Rin let out a tiny scream and fell back onto her rear as Jaken finally managed to climb out from under her, the imp sporting several large bumps on his head. He charged right at me- swinging the staff wildly in the air. “Take this, you impudent mortal! Fear the wrath of the Staff of Two-!”
He wasn’t able to finish. No, there was a flash of white and then the staff was being yanked out of Jaken’s grasp, the demon lord lifting it high into the air and then ramming the bottom of the staff hard against the imp’s skull. Jaken fell face-first into the dirt, and Sesshōmaru dropped the staff on him, staring down at the servant with cold eyes.
“The woman can do as she likes. It has no affect on me.”
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Chapter 29: Kagura's Revenge
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Chapter Text
I stood there in shock, hands still hovering in the air, eyes wide upon hearing what the demon lord said. For a second I thought I misheard, but the bumps on Jaken’s head was proof of what just happened, and Rin’s cheering was enough to snap me out of my startled daze. The little girl was standing up now, hands thrown up in the air above her head.
“Yay! You hear that, Big Sister? You can stay!”
“Y-Yeah…”
That was the last thing I was expecting. I thought he would have some problem with it, or at the very least me hanging around him, but… it wasn’t really too different from what happened back in the destroyed castle. He knew right away I was friends with his half-brother and protected me anyway. When he said our deal was done and I asked if I had to back away, he… said I could do what I wanted.
The same thought process seemed to be applying here, too, as Sesshōmaru was basically saying that my presence wasn’t a bother to him and that I could stay or leave, and do whatever my heart desired. This supposedly cruel and ruthless demon, who I’ve been told despised humans, was letting me have full autonomy over what I chose to do, even if it meant I might be sticking around him and his travel party for a while.
It was… baffling, yet… sort of sweet in a way.
Maybe I just had low expectations- or I really am exactly what Sango says and I only ever try to see the good in people. Who knows? Either way, I was looking at the silver-haired demon with wide eyes as Jaken let out indignant and disbelieving shrieks.
“B-B-But m’lord!” The imp struggled to sit up, staff discarded on the ground from when it had hit him, and as Jaken finally managed to pull his face out of the dirt he rubbed one of the many many bumps that had formed on his head. “Why!?”
Sesshōmaru just looked down at him, not an ounce of emotion showing on his face, his thoughts hidden from all of us here. The demon lord then turned away, ignoring the question and sitting down by a nearby tree- propping up a knee and leaving his other leg to drape lazily against the ground, his back leaning against the giant tree’s trunk. He closed his eyes, clearly not paying heed to any of Jaken’s ramblings.
Ramblings that I was one hundred percent certain were normal.
“-woman’s only ever caused us trouble! Making you protect her in the castle, a-and even when we encountered the panther demons! She’s not just disrespectful, but ungrateful too!”
Ungrateful? Excuse you, sir, but I’ve only ever felt gratitude towards that man and all my friends. I had half a mind to add a few more bumps to that rotten imp’s head, but it didn’t take long for me to realize what else Jaken had said.
Anger put on pause, I blinked- confusion flitting across my pale features. “Wait, what? The… The panther demons?”
That doesn’t make any sense.
“S-Sesshōmaru wasn’t…” My voice was a bit more raspy at this point, and I had to really push the words out in order to speak. “He wasn’t... there for that. Was he?”
Rin, who had squatted down upon sensing the story time that was about to happen, looked just as confused, but probably because she had no idea what we were talking about rather than anything else.
Jaken scoffed at me, crossing his legs and folding his hands into his sleeves. His beady yellow eyes were spiteful as he glared at me, expression one of distaste. “Shows what you know! Of course, what can I expect from a sickly and pathetic human woman like you?”
My fingers twitched, and I found myself contemplating if I should use my remaining lifeforce to strangle the imp for his blatant bigotry towards humans and women.
“But yes, Lord Sesshōmaru was there!” Jaken continued, completely oblivious to the murderous vibes flowing towards him as I stared him down, eyes dark and cold with barely restrained rage. He was lucky I was more curious than vengeful. “My master was the one who freed you from that annoying barrier the panthers had you trapped in! Right as you were about to be sacrificed to the panther king, Lord Sesshōmaru stepped in- using the power of tenseiga to awaken your soul!”
“...Tenseiga? He- huh?” Hold on. “He used tenseiga on me? But I didn’t… die.”
“No, no, no, you stupid human! Not like that. The sword was calling out to you, and he used it to awaken your sleeping soul! This allowed you to break the barrier and escape! Lord Sesshōmaru saved you using the fang his father passed down to him!”
Rin let out a sound of awe, eyebrows rising high on her forehead. “Wow~ I didn’t know Lord Sesshōmaru’s sword could do that! That’s amazing.”
“Isn’t it?” Jaken held his chin up high, proud to be speaking and bragging about the demon lord. “It’s most likely due to this woman’s connection to spirits, but through it Lord Sesshōmaru was able to discover a new side of tenseiga he didn’t know before! Although, if you ask me…” The imp sent me another dirty look. “I don’t understand why he gives a hoot about you. If not for you, he wouldn’t have had to waste so much time saving you and could have killed the panther king faster!”
“I was right!” Rin exclaimed, grinning triumphantly as she clapped her hands together. She looked at me. I blinked. “Lord Sesshōmaru does like you!”
“...He definitely doesn’t.”
“But he does! He’s saved you several times now, right? You said once, but this makes it twice! He likes you!” Rin suddenly stood up, rushing over to the demon lord. She knelt down beside him, beaming. Sesshōmaru, having heard her footsteps, opened his eyes and turned his head to look down at her. “You like her, right? Big Sister? I’m right, aren’t I?”
Jaken gaped, then jumped onto his feet, squawking. “She’s just a nuisance! He doesn’t like her, he barely tolerates her!”
This is getting way too out of hand. “G-Guys… let’s… leave him alone, okay? He probably just saved me because I was… in the way or whatever. S-So…”
Yeah. Gods, my skull was really starting to throb.
Reaching into my kosode, I pulled out my rescue inhaler- twisting it and inhaling the medicine quickly afterwards as I plopped down onto the ground, wheezing. Rin looked confused, asking what I was doing, and Jaken begrudgingly answered her as I struggled to hold my breath- breaking into several painful coughs afterwards. I pressed a palm to the grassy floor, doing my best to remain conscious.
Blinking several times, waiting for the black spots to vanish from my vision, I thought about what I should do. About everything I had been told. I wanted to thank Sesshōmaru before for saving me and not fighting my friends back at the destroyed castle, but now it sounds like I have something else to thank him for? And somehow tenseiga was involved?
Tenseiga… I brought a hand up to my mouth, eyebrows furrowing as I went deep into thought, eyes suddenly widening as I turned to look at Sesshōmaru himself. His stare was piercing, like he was trying to pinpoint the exact second I would keel over and die, or figure out how I was still living after all this time. Tenseiga was forged from his father’s fang, just like tetsusaiga.
I don’t really remember anything after breaking out of the barrier I had been trapped in, but I do vaguely recall the time spent within my soul. How I could hear the panicked spirits’ voices, and how scared and alone I felt. How caged. I also vaguely recall a warmth, one that grew closer and closer until I could finally break free of the restraints and snap out of it.
I only really remember seeing Inuyasha after escaping, but… that warmth-
It was Sesshōmaru’s sword… wasn’t it?
“Th-The fang must have, like… some of his father’s soul left behind in it or something.” I mused aloud, pressing a hand to my head and cringing. Jaken and Rin, and even Sesshōmaru were all looking at me intently, surprised by my comment. “I… remember something trying to wake me up at the time, but I… don’t know anything afterwards. That was… That must have been tenseiga.”
There was no voice, but the power behind it had been there.
I grimaced, ruffling my hair and slumping over, sighing. “Somehow, I’m not even surprised. It’s like… the closer to death I get, the more attuned I am to spirits. Blegh.”
“Close to-” Jaken frowned, making a face. He leaned forward, sniffing the air. “How close to death are you now, woman? You reek of death and miasma.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I joked, wheezing a bit as I sat back up.
For a second, I thought I imagined it- the slightest furrow of Sesshōmaru’s brow and the tiniest downturn of his lips- but all I saw when I looked was his amber eyes narrowed and staring right at me. Rin looked greatly alarmed, the girl watching in horror as I struggled to stand up- smacking my knees lightly as I pressed a hand to my chest and coughed into my sleeve.
I flashed them all a grin, aware I must look like a crazy person. “I’ve got, like… two days left at best? It’s almost night now…”
I raised my gaze up to the sky, stumbling back a little. The stars were starting to come out already. Has the sky always been so pretty, or am I only just noticing it now?
I could feel the pain in my chest worsen, my throat tightening and closing up as my eyes began to sting. Blinking a few times, I yanked my gaze away and took a deep and shaky breath, trying to calm down. “Y-You know, assuming I’m not… brutally murdered by then. I came close to it a little while earlier- then I got kidnapped, then inhaled so much miasma I almost died right there. That sucked.”
“Wh-What are you talking about?” Rin asked, brown eyes growing misty and panicked. “What… What do you mean you’ve only got two days left?”
“Hm?” I looked down at her, then felt my expression soften. Though I moved slowly, I made my way over to her, kneeling down and placing a hand gently on her head. My expression was pained, if not bittersweet. “I told you, Rin. I… look like a ghost. I’m that sick.”
“B-But…”
I don’t know why this is affecting her so much. We just met. Taking another deep breath, I shook my head and actually sat, unable to make my body kneel for so long. Rin was starting to sniffle, fingers digging into her checkered kimono. I had no way of making her feel better, because what I said was the truth. I see no reason to hide from it now.
Not knowing what else to do, I rolled up my sleeves. Her eyes widened at the scars.
“You… see these? I’ve got… loads more where they came from. I was never a… very healthy person, Rin, but… my body has been put through too much to recover anymore. I’m broken. I’m… sorry, but… that’s how it is. I’m not gonna last for much longer. I’m only moving due to sheer will-power at this point.”
“But… you can’t die!” She said, shoulders tensing up as she glared at me, brown eyes fierce and determined. “Th-There has to be a way! I-I just met you, I don’t… I don’t want to watch you die!”
“...You won’t be watching me die.” I promised. “I… don’t plan to stay around that long.”
“Then how long are you planning on staying?” Jaken grouched, and I sent him a look, unimpressed with his sour attitude.
“Long enough.” I sighed, letting my hands fall into my lap. “I’m… staying here long enough to… to keep Rin safe.”
“Huh?”
That surprised both Rin and Jaken, and definitely caught Sesshōmaru’s attention. Not having the breath to go into details, I hung my head to the side and waved a finger in the air, moving it around in a circular motion. “Let’s just say… that there’s… an evil spider nearby that likes to… kidnap little girls, and I really don’t want that to happen to Rin. She’s next on their list, and I’m not… I’m not having it. Not after Otoki.”
All this power, and I couldn’t even save one little girl and her brother. I’m not repeating that mistake.
“I…” Rin furrowed her brows. “I don’t get it. What evil spider?”
“...Evil spider demon.” I rephrased. I reached out, placing my hands on her shoulders. I needed her to understand this next part. “It’s… a really evil demon, okay? I-I need you to promise that you’re… gonna stay… where… where Sesshōmaru can…”
I can’t focus. The throbbing in my skull is worse. Pain was exploding in every molecule of my body, killing me from inside out, and I had to stop mid-sentence to catch my breath and recollect my thoughts.
“You have to. You have to stay where… he can protect you. Please, Rin.”
Do this one thing.
“Do this… for a dying woman, okay?”
Her bottom lip trembled. Rin, overcome with emotions I still didn’t quite understand, hesitated before nodding, sniffling. “O-Okay. I’ll… I’ll stay with Lord Sesshōmaru. But… what about you?”
I released her, surprised by the question. I thought about it. “I dunno. I got… separated from my friends back at Ayame Village, and… I don’t… have the strength or lifespan to get back to them. I’ll just stay by you until… the danger passes.”
Jaken huffed. “Don’t expect me to bury your corpse when you’re dead.”
Rin choked up upon hearing that, the tears actually welling up into her eyes, and Sesshōmaru fixed the imp with a harsh glare. “Jaken.” His voice was fierce and unrelenting, promising the demon pain if he did not start to watch the things he said.
Jaken, realizing he had gone too far, shrunk down and stepped back, bowing his head. “F-Forgive me, my liege! I-I simply meant that you sh-shouldn’t have to be burdened with such a trivial thing! She’s already caused you so much trouble, and I-”
He was unable to finish speaking, for a shoe had planted itself hard into his mouth and Jaken was slammed backwards into the ground. I flinched, actually feeling a bit bad for the imp upon seeing that, as that was the harshest punishment I’ve seen inflicted yet. I’ve seen Sesshōmaru step on him before, but I’ve never seen him do that. Eugh. Yikes. That was one hell of a leg kick though.
Remind me not to get on his bad side.
Suddenly, Rin’s stomach grumbled, bringing the heavy conversation to an end. She brought her hands to her belly, sticking out her bottom lip in a small pout, the girl giving another small sniffle. “I’m hungry…”
She looked at Sesshōmaru, then at Jaken- before finally focusing her conflicted gaze on me.
“What about you…? Do you want something to eat, too?”
“Huh? Oh… um.” I blinked. “I guess so?”
I haven’t really thought about eating. I brought a hand to my chin, making a face, trying to rack my brain for answers. One second Sango was being proposed to, then the next I was being accused of murder. I wasn’t even awake for most of it.
“I think the last time I ate was… hrm. Th-There was that weirdo’s castle, and… during the entire time we were at Ayame Village we had been busy hunting down Anastasia, so… how long has it been?”
Rin raised her eyebrows, before bursting out into a bunch of giggles. Though still upset about my impending death, she was trying to lighten the mood. “Sounds to me like you really need something to eat!” She then paused, pressing a finger to her chin. “What should we get…? You’re here with us, too, so we should have a big feast! Lots of food should be good for your health, right?”
Oh my gods, she’s in serious denial. “I-I’ll be fine, Rin.”
“No!” She stood up. “While we’re here, we should eat lots! We’re… near the mountains, right? I know! Why don’t we take Ah-Un and hunt down some wild boar? It’s so delicious!”
She started to walk off, only to pause. Rin looked back at me, fiddling with her fingers.
“Ah, but… I promised to stay with Lord Sesshōmaru, didn’t I? Will you be okay on your own? Why don’t you just stay here? We can send Master Jaken to get it!”
“Don’t just volunteer me, Rin!” Jaken exclaimed. “Why should I help that woman?”
“Because you’re stronger than us.” She stated firmly in retaliation. “Besides, Lord Sesshōmaru and I both like Big Sister, so we need to make her healthy! Food fixes lots of things. When your head hurts or you have a tummy ache- food helps!”
It’s official; Rin is adorable. Baby girl baby. So precious.
Jaken just gaped. He looked at Sesshōmaru for help, but the demon lord didn’t spare him a glance- eyes closed and uncaring. “Just do it, Jaken.”
“...Yes, m’lord.” Jaken sighed, giving up. He was defeated, and began to whine as he headed over to Ah-Un, grabbing his staff and their reigns and hopping onto the dragon’s back. “Mountain boar, was it? Hmph. Boar isn’t gonna do anything to help that rotten woman, but m’lord demands it, so I’ll go hunt it. Oh, the things I do for him…”
Heh. Serves him right.
Wait, that reminds me. “S-Sesshōmaru!”
Standing nearly took everything I had. My legs trembled and shook, and the throbbing in my skull left me so dizzy I ended up falling back down onto one of my knees. Rin flinched, hurrying over to stand next me. Her hands hovered over my arm, like she was scared touching me would break me, yet still wanting to help somehow. “B-Big Sister…!?”
…I really am a terrible person.
I came here to try and protect Rin, but instead I keep making her, a little child, cry. Pained, I rested a hand on her head, flashing her another smile. Then I pulled away and took a shaky breath, attempting to stand again. I could barely take a step before Rin wrapped her arms around my waist. I looked down at her in surprise, having not expected her to do such a thing. “Y-You don’t have to-“
“No!” She buried her face in my stomach. “You’ll fall down again!”
“R-Rin-“
“I said, no! I wanna help!”
I resisted the urge to make a face, exasperated and feeling more than a little guilty. My heart ached, feeling the way her tiny hands held me tight, gripping at my kimono to keep me from pushing her away. Seeing her tears as she squeezed her eyes shut tight, I gave in and sighed, defeated. Everything hurt, and I didn’t have the strength to argue. I barely even had the oxygen to talk.
Rin…
She raised her head, looking at me with misty brown eyes, and all I could do was return her stare, solemn and apologetic. Rin looked like she was about to say something when…
“Just sit.”
…Sesshōmaru’s voice rang out. The two of us paused and looked at him, eyes wide, but he just stared. There was no reading his expression, and seeing our faces he turned away, closing his eyes.
“If you wish to die sooner, so be it. But if you wish to speak with me, then hurry over here and sit. You’re just wasting your strength.”
That’s… a good point.
And yet it felt somehow odd, hearing him say such a thing. Like it was unlike him. He was kind to a certain point during our travels together in the destroyed castle, but he never said anything so close to considerate as that.
Maybe… he wasn’t just tolerating as much as I thought he was.
…Nah. I’m being ridiculous.
There was no way he cared beyond me just being another human in his way, a human who just so happens to be friends with his younger brother. It was a miracle he’s saved me as many times as he has.
Still… it was rather nice of him to say I could sit next to him and talk, all things considered.
Biting down on my lower lip, I blinked away the tears and looked down, struggling to calm myself and catch my breath. My heart was quivering within my chest, several stabs of guilt and regret piercing it as I realized only too late that I would never be able to prove to everyone how much this person has changed compared to when they last met and fought.
I… would never be able to become anything akin to friends with him. I was going to die very soon, and that would be it. I’m never going to see him or anyone else ever again. Hah…
Not even I’m foolish enough to believe Sesshōmaru would go out of his way to revive me, and after what happened with the panther demons I’m not even sure if I want him to. I saw what their master turned out to be like, and I refuse to end up the same way.
So while I do really want to live… I don’t want to become a monster in the process either.
Rin’s grip around my waist tightened, snapping me out of my thoughts. She moved to stand beside me, keeping hold of me, and I watched as she flashed me a bright smile. “I’ll help you walk! So don’t worry about falling, okay, Big Sister?”
Gods, she really was too cute.
Ignoring the guilt, I awkwardly rested a hand on her tiny shoulder, having to lean over a bit to compensate for the height difference. She really was trying her best to help me, even though it didn’t really do much because of how small she was. I couldn’t help the strange nervousness I felt as we approached Sesshōmaru, and when I sat down beside him, butterflies twisted and churned about in my stomach, fluttering uncomfortably. I fiddled with my fingers momentarily before folding my hands together in my lap.
The demon lord did not change his expression even once. He just calmly opened his eyes, turning his head to focus his intense golden gaze on me. Sesshōmaru waited patiently for me to speak while Rin happily took off to play with the flowers she had put around the campfire, the little girl giving us some semblance of privacy to converse.
“So, um…” Frick. The pounding in my head was worsening as the anxiety grew, and I coughed into my shoulder, finding it hard to meet his gaze. The last time I really saw him was back in the destroyed castle, and we were hardly this close in proximity. Any times we did talk neither of us were really that focused on each other, too busy trying to maneuver through the debris and the undead. “Y-You were… really there with the… the panther demons, huh?”
No response. He just narrowed his eyes, as if trying to tell me to hurry up and get to the point.
My grip on my hands tightened, even though there was no hiding their shaking. I furrowed my brows, trying to steady my breathing as my frantic, dying heart leapt into my throat. “I-I just- I mean… T-Tōran said they were after you, that you w-would show up, and… I-I was… r-really hoping that… I would… be able to… t-talk to you then, but, uh…”
I cleared my throat, flashing him a shaky smile.
“That obviously… didn’t happen. M-My body got a bit too broken during… the time they h-had me… hostage… a-and ever since then… the amount of time I can spend conscious is… really small, but, uh… e-ever since what you did in the destroyed castle, I…”
I could feel the tears well up again and I furiously blinked them away. I needed to stay calm. I can’t hurt myself anymore than what I already am because of some stupid emotions. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I focused- hands gripping my fingers so tight my knuckles had turned white. When I had recovered, however slightly, I lifted my head up and flashed Sesshōmaru the brightest, most grateful smile I could muster.
“I just… wanted to thank you.” So badly, for so long, I had wanted to say these words. “For… p-protecting me and… for not hurting my friends. I-I know you don’t like them, that they… don’t like you… but they… they mean everything to me a-and I… I just wanted to say thanks. A-And for… what you did, too, with the panther demons. I-I know it was… probably just because the barrier was in your way, but… still. Thank you. You saved me again.”
My heart stuttered, along with my breath, but I held my smile- brown eyes crinkling with genuine warmth as I met his silent golden gaze.
“Thank you… Sesshōmaru.”
…Ahem.
“W-Well, that was all I w-wanted to say, so…” I pat my hands on my thighs lightly like they were a pair of drums, then stiffly turned around to face away from him, scooting to lean against the other side of the tree. “Sorry for bothering you. I… I know I’m a nuisance.”
He said nothing, though a small hum did escape his throat. I nearly jumped at the sound. Thankfully, I was somehow able to restrain myself from actually doing so and didn’t embarrass myself any further. I leaned my head back against the tree, breathing heavily and letting out a long sigh of relief, utterly exhausted.
“I-I’m so glad you’re here…”
I had been so scared.
“I thought… I wouldn’t be able to tell you that b-before I…”
I couldn’t finish. The sob caught in the back of my throat and I squeezed my eyes shut, clenching my jaw. I really had been so worried; all I had wanted was to say just those two little words to him, and yet with the way things had been going I thought I would never get the chance. Perhaps the world has finally taken pity on me, granting me this one small mercy before my death.
Whatever the case… I’m grateful for it.
And I’m… so tired…
…
“Big Sister…? Big Sister! Big Sister, please wake up!”
“...Huh…?”
“Big Sister!” A pair of hands on my shoulders shook me, forcing me awake, and I groggily opened my eyes to see Rin hovering above me, the little girl looking close to tears. Relief crossed her face when she saw me and she quickly leaned in, throwing her arms around my shoulders. “Don’t scare me like that!”
Too tired to figure out what was going on, I weakly pat her back. “S-Sorry…”
She shook her head. Rin then pulled away, forcing a smile as she held her tiny fists up. “Master Jaken is back with the boar! He just got done roasting it! Let’s eat!”
“O-Okay…”
“I’ll get your piece for you; so you just stay right there!”
She didn’t give me much of a choice. Blinking slowly, I was vaguely aware of a fire-roasted boar leg being placed in my hands, and having nothing else to do I took a bite. The meat was a bit tough and it hurt my jaw to chew, but the juices hitting my tongue made me realize just how hungry I truly was.
Rin proceeded to plop down between me and her guardian of a demon lord, happily munching on her own piece, and Sesshōmaru kept silent watch over all of us. Jaken, on the other hand, just moped beside the campfire, grouchily eating his own portion of the meal. I ate slowly, not wanting to wear myself out, but halfway through the leg I noticed something.
I leaned forward, sending Sesshōmaru a concerned look. Sensing my stare, he opened his eyes and glanced at me. I tensed. “A… Are you not going to eat anything?”
Rin nudged my arm. “Lord Sesshōmaru never eats with us. He doesn’t like human food.”
I blinked. “It’s… boar, though. It’s not just human food…” I know at least two demons who would happily devour it given the chance.
“Oooh, that’s true!”
I made a face, flashing the demon lord a weird look before turning my attention back to Rin. “What does he eat then?”
Rin opened her mouth, happily ready to tell me, only to pause. She frowned, holding a finger to her chin. “You know… I don’t really know. I’ve never seen him eat anything before, and I gave him lots of fish and plants when I first met him.”
Aw, yeah, here we go. This I needed to know. “How did you meet him?”
“Lord Sesshōmaru was- huh?” She stopped right when she was about to explain, seeing the demon lord in question stand up. “Lord Sesshōmaru, where are you going?”
He didn’t say.
As the owls and crickets sang their nighttime cries, Sesshōmaru disappeared through the tall grass and into the forest, wandering away from the campsite. I watched as he left, more and more curious about him and what he was all about. He never really spoke, though when he did it was usually fairly curt and to-the-point. He also seemed quite introverted, despite having a habit of surrounding himself with talkative people… at least, that’s what it seemed like- if Jaken and Rin’s presence was anything to go by.
Hmm.
Well, I’m just happy I got to see him again before the inevitable. So, turning back to Rin, I gave her a soft smile. “You were saying…?”
“Huh? Oh, right! It wasn’t too long ago, like maybe a month or two…? I’m not really sure, but I found him all alone in a forest near the village I was in! He was really hurt.” Rin took a bite of her boar leg, and furrowing my brows I did the same. I waited for her to continue talking. “Lord Sesshōmaru was covered in blood and his clothes were super torn. I knew he was a demon, but… I-I mean, I thought- there was no way he could be scarier than humans, right?”
I froze just before I took another bite. Something about the way she said that set off warning bells in my mind. I looked down at her, silently questioning why she was here if she had a village she could go back to.
“So I gave him water and fish! But he said he didn’t like human food, so I brought him some mushrooms and reeds instead. I don’t think he ate them, but when I came back they were all gone, so… maybe he did! I’m not really sure. He was starting to look a lot better, though! Um…”
Rin started to grow quiet, brown eyes flickering with something dark and pained. She gripped her boar leg tight.
“I don’t… really remember much of what happened after, but… I know it was something bad. I think I got hurt. The next thing I knew, though, Lord Sesshōmaru was there. He must have saved me, and… he let me follow him, so…” The little girl looked up at me, smiling brightly. “Here I am! He gave me this really nice kimono, too, since my old one was really torn and dirty. Isn’t he the best? You like him, too, don’t you, Big Sister?”
I blinked. “Uh… I-I mean… yeah? Kind of?”
Her eyes sparkled. “I knew it!”
Rin leaned closer to me, her smile so big I was surprised it didn’t split her face.
“You should travel with us! Then you can be with Lord Sesshōmaru all the time! I’m sure he’d love to have you join us! He’ll protect you, and I’ll bring you lots of food, and you’ll be super healthy in no time, and then-”
Jaken’s grating voice cut her off. “She is not traveling with us!”
“Shut up! Yes, she will!”
Jaken jumped up onto his feet, whirling around to glare at her, the bone of his boar leg abandoned on the ground next to the campfire. “She will not! Lord Sesshōmaru would never allow it!”
Rin stood up this time, boar leg bone held tight in her hand as she fumed and stomped over to him. The two glared at each other, clearly ready to fight. “Yes, he will! Lord Sesshōmaru likes Big Sister! He’ll be happy if she stays!”
“Ha! As if he would ever be happy having a half-dead human woman by his side! M’lord doesn’t need such troublesome companions! He never even should have let you join us!”
That was the wrong thing to say.
Jaken seemed to have realized it too, judging by the way he flinched upon seeing the way Rin began to tremble, her eyes filling with up with tears as her lips curled back. I set the remains of my boar leg down, frowning deeply and preparing to stand. Hanging her head low, Rin’s shoulders scrunched up… and then she dashed forward- shoving Jaken hard to the side as she hit him with her boar leg bone, the little girl running off into the woods.
Oh no.
Wheezing, I pushed myself up onto my feet, forcing my weak body to scramble after her. “R-Rin!” This was not supposed to happen.
She wasn’t supposed to run away! If she runs away, she’ll get caught; she’ll be grabbed by Kagura and then taken to the castle. She can’t go there, she won’t survive in there, she’ll be killed. I came here to warn her, to protect her, to make sure this exact scenario didn’t happen; I can’t let another child be killed. I have to find her. I have to help her.
Even if it hurts.
Even if I can’t breathe.
Even if I can’t move anymore.
I have to save her.
Staggering sideways, I rested my hands against the nearby trees to keep myself steady, vision blurring and filling with dark spots as I felt my lungs stutter and wheeze. They were trying so hard to keep me alive, pushing themselves to the brink.
I have to… find Rin… but where is she? Sweat beaded down the sides of my face and continued to move forward, legs as heavy as lead.
“R… Rin!”
Suddenly, I could hear sniffles. I spun on my heel, stumbling in the direction the sound was coming from, and before long I found her. She was hiding in a watermelon field, crouched low with her hands over her head. Though everything hurt and my chest burned like molten lava, I made my way over to her and nearly collapsed, falling to my knees and resting a hand on her back.
My body wanted nothing more than for me to just give up completely, but there was no way in hell I was going to leave Rin here to cry alone and get abducted.
“H-Hey, it’s… it’s okay. Y-You know… Jaken isn’t… well…” I coughed painfully into my free arm, recoiling in mild alarm when I saw a few splashes of crimson dots decorating my otherwise pristine white sleeve. I could taste iron on my tongue. Swallowing thickly, I decided not to think about it, instead focusing on Rin who had moved to cry into my chest, her tiny arms wrapped around my waist.
“I-I hate him! Master Jaken’s always so mean! Wh-Why does he always have to s-say stuff like that!?”
Yeah, it’s official. I’m going to pelt Jaken like a football if I ever get the chance.
Carefully, I began to run my fingers through her hair. My voice, though raspy, was soft. “B-Because he’s a jerk… that d-doesn’t have a heart.”
“Hmph!”
“Personally, I think Jaken didn’t… get enough hugs growing up.”
That seemed to cheer her up, for she let out a tiny snort. Her grip tightened, then loosened. Rin pulled away, sniffling as she rubbed at her face. “He really didn’t. I hope Lord Sesshōmaru steps on him later.”
“I mean… I’m p-pretty sure he will if you… tell him what… what Jaken said.”
Rin nodded firmly, holding her fists up with a newfound determination. “Y-Yeah! I’ll do just that! Master Jaken won’t know what hit him! Lord Sesshōmaru likes having me around, and I know he’ll love having you with us, too! Master Jaken is stupid, so he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Right?”
She looked up at me, hopeful… yet still a bit doubtful because of what was said to her. I closed my eyes, smiling through the pain. “Of course. N-Now, why don’t we head back to camp, okay?”
“Okay…” Rin sighed, pouting as she started to stand. She fiddled with her fingers, looking sheepish. “I’m… sorry for running away like that. I just- he made me so mad and…”
“It’s fine.” I ruffled her hair. She brightened. “Let’s just… head back.”
She nodded, only to look around us with big eyes. “W-Wait! I’m gonna go grab us a melon first; they’ll make a really yummy dessert! They might make you feel better, too! Now, let’s see… which one…” Rin hummed to herself, wandering around the field with a finger to her chin in thought. I stood there, mildly exasperated by her behavior, wanting nothing more than to get her back to the campsite as fast as possible. “Oh, they all look so delicious! Which one do you think I should choose, Big Sister?”
I have no idea.
Exhausted, I plopped down on the ground, leaning against a particularly thick melon and waiting for her to be done. I forgot just how unpredictable children can be- and how stubborn. Shippō is always so well-behaved around me, and I spent so many days asleep in Kaede’s village that I haven’t been able to play with any of the kids there, it completely slipped my mind.
Rin squatted down in the field, poking at a dark watermelon. “Maybe we should grab two or three…”
“Riiiiin~! Where are you!?”
The little girl made a face at the sound of Jaken’s voice, and we both turned to see him approaching, Ah-Un’s reins in his grasp. He jumped when he saw us, then scowled, rushing over as the two-headed dragon followed. Jaken waved his staff at us, glaring.
“You absolutely foolish child! Just what do you think Lord Sesshōmaru would do to me if something happened to you!? You should know better by now not to run off like that, Rin!”
She hmph’d at him, turning her head away. “Like you care!”
“Why you-!”
Rin ignored the imp, instead breaking off a piece of melon and tasting it. Her eyes lit up. “Oh, this one is sweet! Wanna try, Big Sister?”
Seeing her hold the piece out of me, I reluctantly reached out to take it.
Unfortunately, it was at that moment a large gust of wind picked up around us. Though in a terrible state of being, I had encountered it enough times to know exactly where this gust of wind came from, and I could feel my heart and all hope sink heavily down into the pit of my stomach as I turned to see a familiar dark-haired demoness land not too far away from us. Kagura smirked, snapping her fan shut as she stood up straight, and she fixated her gaze on me. Her gaze then turned to Rin, who remained completely still, the remaining in her arms.
“Sesshōmaru can be so careless,” Kagura mused, “taking his eyes off of his ward.”
“You!” Jaken exclaimed, pointing at the wind sorceress accusingly. “What do you want!?”
“Hmph. You’ll see.” Kagura flicked her fan open and threw her arm out to the side, sending Jaken and his staff flying back towards the forest. “You did quite the job, gaining the little girl’s trust so fast, Anastasia. I’m impressed.”
“Wh-What is… What’s going on?” Rin held the melon tight, taking a fearful step backwards. She looked at me, then at Kagura. “Are… Are you the evil demon that wanted to kidnap me?”
“Oh?” Kagura raised a brow, intrigued by her words, and I cringed. My mask was gone, too. She turned to look at me. “Anastasia, did you…”
She trailed off. Realization dawned and her red eyes flashed, and I shakily forced myself to stand up. Red flames licked my fingertips as I moved to stand in front of Rin, and Kagura began to laugh. It was a chilling laugh, piercing deep into my bones and leaving me to suppress a shiver. The demoness held her fan to her lips, amusement painted across her beautiful features.
“You played Naraku for a fool! And I’m ashamed to say I fell for your little act, too…”
Damn it. I had hoped I had more time than this.
“Well, then, Irene; let’s say we end this dance here, hm? I still need to pay you back for last time.” She tossed her arm out to the side, and the flames began to dance along my arms. I could hear the leaves rustle as Rin took a terrified step back from behind me. “I’ll kill two birds with one stone, and bring you both to the castle! Dance of Blades!”
No!
Too weak to fight and unable to try and come up with a way to defend against her attack, all I could do was throw my arms around Rin, holding her close to shield her small frame and turning my back to the demoness. Unfathomable pain flooded my being as Kagura’s blades of wind tore through my flesh, splattering my blood across the green watermelon field. I could hear Rin cry my name, the little girl hugging the watermelon tight as I gripped her close, and in my effort to remain conscious I had ground my teeth together- jaw clenched so tight it threatened to lock.
The world was spinning and fading all at once, my body burning as hot as could be, yet freezing all the same. I felt so nauseous. But… I can’t… give in just yet. I have to… protect her. I have… to protect Rin. I promised myself I would save her.
I can’t lose her like I lost Otoki.
Choking back the tears, I whirled around with the last remnants of my strength- throwing my right hand out towards Kagura and unleashing the fiercest blast of flame I could muster. But… when met against the wind, the sorceress more than prepared for my attack this time around… the flames dispersed, and Rin and I were sent flying. Ah-Uh was roaring, yet could do nothing with their muzzles still covered, and by the time Rin and I had both hit the ground… the world had faded to black, for I had already fallen into unconsciousness.
As it turns out… in the end…
I was incapable of saving even a single child.
Notes:
Phew, this was one was a wait, huh. Sorry. I'm still mentally/emotionally recovering from the nightmare that Trashahime. I'm finally able to bring myself to rewatch the og anime, and by epsiode five already OG Sess has set himself apart from his disgusting imposter. Four times- FOUR TIMES in his introductory episode, The Aristocratic Assassin, Sesshomaru, he smiled! They were evil smiles, yeah, but they were still smiles, and he smiled several times too in the episode afterwards when they're inside Inupapa's grave fighting over tetsusaiga. So. PHEW.
I mean, I was anxious the entire time I watched because I was so scared my comfort anime had been completely ruined for me, but like. OG Sesshomaru did nothing wrong. He has a personality. He is the protector of kiddos. And he is a petty ass bitch. It's Shitrise who did him dirty in the what-if spin off pedo fanfic of a show.
ANWAY! Rant aside...
Hopefully you guys enjoyed this chapter! We finally got that sweet sweet long awaited "thank you" that's Irene's been wanting to say to Lord Sesshomaru, lol. And Kagura finally gets to pay Irene back for that burn she gave her so many chapters ago. As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! Let me know what you think in the comments. 💕
Chapter 30: Irene's Final Stand
Notes:
Grab some comfort items and water because there are EMOTIONS.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The sky was dark as nightfall fell heavily upon the land, the full moon shimmering a bright crimson red. For a certain mortal, it would be the last moon she would ever see. Sesshōmaru knew it would be like this from the last they time met- when he had seen her high in the sky, trapped within the barrier of flame. He knew she would only last to this day, and judging by her appearance now he was only proven to be right.
Her body was covered in the rotten stench of Naraku’s deadly miasma, her skin paler than a winter’s snow. She looked ill, more ill than any human should be, and yet she was still alive. He can only assume she was clinging to life with all that she had… and for what? To protect a child she didn’t even know? How foolish of her.
He did not know what led to the separation from her allies- his younger brother and friends- but he did know from scent alone that it involved Naraku. There was no point in interrogating her, however. She would be dead soon, and he doubted she could give him any information he would like. Irene was not going to live to see the sunrise.
How inauspicious. He mused, gazing up at the blood red moon. To die tonight of all nights.
It was strange, Sesshōmaru supposed. Just like how her entire existence was strange.
She was not meant to be in this time, yet she was. She should not have lasted this long, and yet she did.
But, what the demon lord found even stranger, was how she seemed to keep finding him. No matter the circumstances that led her to be separated from her friends, it did not change the fact that she located his ward all on her own, and then settled into their campsite. It did not change the fact that she had found him just in time to spew some utter nonsense that she had claimed she had wanted to say to him before she died.
It did not change the fact that he was the one with tenseiga, and therefore was the only one capable of reviving her.
Father… He gripped the handle of the dull blade tightly, furrowing his brows as he stared up into the ominous star-filled sky. I still don’t understand.
It was with tenseiga that he had managed to free the souls of the undead, sparing her of suffering. It was also with tenseiga that he had awakened her soul, and that she was able to break free of the barrier she had been trapped in. So why now, of all times, was she here on her final day? Is he supposed to save her again?
He never should have bothered saving her the first time. He almost didn’t.
And yet… now…
If part of your soul is truly in the fang you left behind for me, why does it not speak? Why do you refuse to tell me of your intentions?
He does not desire to save that human woman. She was a friend of his pathetic little brother, and of no consequence to him. Yet something drew her here tonight of all nights, and Sesshōmaru couldn’t help but wonder if tenseiga truly was the cause for it. If it was her fate to die and be revived by his hand.
Irene…
Just who are you, priestess?
He narrowed his eyes at the blood red moon.
And why must I, Sesshōmaru, help you?
Suddenly, a breeze blew by- and he knew at once something had happened. Not only had the scent of the wind changed, but carried along with it was the heavy smell of blood. Human blood, blood that could only belong to one woman. The demon lord tightened his grip on tenseiga, feeling it start to shake, and a hint of irritation made itself known on his features.
It would seem fate was the cause indeed.
Irene was going to die this night.
“Lord Sesshōmaru~!” Jaken’s voice could be heard crying, the imp struggling to make his way through the tall grass, Ah-Uh following behind him. Jaken tugged on the reins, wailing for the demon lord. “Lord Sesshōmaru, something terrible has happened!”
Turning his head, Sesshōmaru glanced down at the imp, expression falling into one of neutrality.
Jaken huffed, exhausted from all the running, and looked up at him, alarm in his beady yellow eyes. “Young Rin has been abducted! Naraku’s incarnation, Kagura, appeared out of nowhere and took off with her! Th-The annoying human priestess is nowhere to be seen, either, but there’s blood all over the field where they had been! She can’t be too far, if she escaped and made it out alive; though in her condition I doubt it, honestly…” The imp made a face, recalling how terrible she had looked earlier.
Jaken shook his head.
“Either way, her story had been true! Now Rin is gone and- uh, L-Lord Sesshōmaru…?”
The demon lord was staring him down, less than impressed with the explanation he had been given, and Jaken shifted nervously, sweat beading down the sides of his face as his master’s molten stare bore into him. In times like these, Sesshōmaru questioned why he bothered keeping the imp around, as he proved time-and-time again that he was useless.
“Y-You’re not… uh…” Jaken stepped back, mildly afraid. “...m-mad at me, are you?”
“Let me reassure you, Lord Sesshōmaru.” A voice suddenly said, dark and sinister and all too familiar. “Those mortal girls are still alive.”
The demon lord and his ward turned in the direction of which they could hear the disgusting buzz of poisonous insects, a man dressed in a bamboo pelt appearing from the darkness. A smirk could be seen on his cruel, pale lips.
Jaken jumped, startled by his appearance. “It’s Naraku!”
“If you heed my request, I shall return Rin in good health.” The artificial half-demon promised. “But as for the priestess that commands the spirits… well, I’m afraid I need her for a little while longer. I’m sure you understand.”
“Of course.” Sesshōmaru said calmly, gazing at the villain with disinterest. “So, what is it you have up your sleeve this time?”
“Nothing special.” Naraku informed. “I simply want you to kill Inuyasha.”
A moment of silence passed then, a gentle breeze blowing in the wind as the scent of blood became even stronger. Sesshōmaru narrowed his eyes before his lips tilted upwards in an amused smile, the demon lord letting out a small chuckle. He gazed at Naraku, entertained by his request. “Why are you going through all this trouble for something so… trivial?”
Sesshōmaru rushed forward then, outstretching his claws and slicing through the man’s neck, tearing his baboon-pelt covered head right off of his body. Unsurprisingly, as the head landed on the ground, it transformed into bits of clay, revealing that it was no more than a doll Naraku had sent in his place, the main body dissipating into nothing. Jaken screeched, disgusted.
“What is that!?” In the center of the clay body, was a voodoo doll wrapped with hair. The imp leaned forward, squinting at it. “A demon puppet?”
Sesshōmaru just turned his nose up at the cowardly display. “Does Naraku honestly believe he can threaten me into action, by endangering the lives of two mere mortals?”
Jaken looked up at him, eyes wide. “Will you turn your back on Rin? Will you forsake her!?”
He said nothing, simply turning around and walking away.
“W-Wait! Lord Sesshōmaru, where are you going!? What about the priestess!? Are we really abandoning Rin!?”
…
Deep within my soul, I found myself lying amidst a field of flowers.
Only this time, instead of a vibrant blue sky and beautiful blooms, the flowers were all wilting, dying, and the river stream had been polluted, drying up. The green grass had faded into a sickly brown, and I could scarcely move my body at all.
Roh, ever the loyal dog, was curled up against my side, licking my face worriedly and barking, trying to get me to wake up and move. All the spirits were surrounding me, screaming in my ears, pleading and desperate and afraid. Most notably, the dragon had coiled its long body around me, and the other spirits had followed suit, kneeling and sitting in a circle.
I felt so weak. So dizzy. So cold. I was exhausted. Everything hurt.
But they wanted me to wake, and so I did.
The pain I felt in the waking world was excruciating, tearing so deep it took all I had not to scream as I twitched my fingers. Thankfully, my wounds seemed to have stopped bleeding for the moment… but they still ached terribly nonetheless. I was also vaguely aware of a child crying into my chest.
A child…? Oh.
Rin.
I remember now. Jaken made her cry and I followed her to a melon field after she ran away, and we had been ambushed by Kagura. My injuries were from her wind blades. That must mean… we’re in the castle.
Slowly putting the pieces together, my sick brain too sluggish and too tired to move at a decent pace, Rin’s cries only grew louder. “B-Big Sister, please! Please, wake up!”
Ah, right. I should probably open my eyes. “…m… okay…”
Rin gasped, sitting up straight and looking at me with big teary eyes. The little girl choked, hiccuping as another sob wracked through her tiny body. “Y-You’re alive? Big Sister! Big Sister, you’re alive!” Her arms curled around my waist as I struggled to sit up, the girl burying her face in my kimono. “I-I was so scared!”
“…I-I’m okay, Rin…” My voice was raspy and my hand trembled as I rested it atop her head. “I’m… o-okay.”
“…You’re really not.” A familiar voice quietly stated. I couldn’t help but jolt upon hearing it. Looking up with wide eyes, I saw Kohaku sitting in the far right corner, a large melon sitting beside him. His brown eyes looked sad as they gazed at me. “I don’t know why you’re trying to claim you are.”
“K…Kohaku…?”
Rin sniffled and looked up at me, eyes puffy and red from crying. “Y-You know him, Big Sister?”
Kohaku turned his head away, expression darkening, and I tried to catch my breath, fighting against the dizziness to stay awake. I wasn’t sure what all I could say without hurting the boy, given his lack of memories, and I didn’t want to scare Rin either.
After a moment, Kohaku spoke, refusing to look at either of us. “Irene and I have met before. Twice… no, maybe three times? Though to be honest, I only really remember the one.”
Fair enough.
Aside from our first meeting, Naraku had possessed him and had him try to kill me. The worst part was definitely when he attacked the village and held off Sango while Kana tried to steal my soul. That was awful. I’m still furious about all the deaths that occurred, but… I do appreciate him not saying aloud to Rin what exactly happened. The little girl was upset enough as is.
I don’t want her to know he tried to kill me, and has killed others, and will likely try to kill us if given the order.
Lowering my head and waiting for some of the dizziness to subside, I gave Rin’s hair a slight ruffle and shifted in place so I was sitting on my legs. I cast a quick once-over around the room, trying to figure out where we were and how to best escape. I was becoming quite used to getting kidnapped. “A-Are… we in… Naraku’s castle?”
Kohaku glanced at me from the corner of his eyes, then turned his attention back to the doors. “Yeah. Don’t think about trying to escape, though. The halls are full of demons.”
But… that doesn’t make sense. “Th-The miasma-“
He just pulled something out from his kimono. It looked like a stone. A sparkling stone. His voice was solemn, as if he was emotionally detaching himself as much as he could from everything. From us. “So long as I have this barrier stone, we’ll be protected from the miasma. So you have to stay near me.”
Oh, I get it…
Out in the hall, we’ll face demons and could be killed quickly- either by suffocation from the sheer pressure of the demonic aura or by inhaling the deadly toxin of the miasma- without some form of protection from it. But if we stay in this room where there is protection, we’re risking being attacked by a young boy who knows all the different ways to kill someone, and will kill if Naraku deems it necessary.
He may be sentient right now, but once the possession happens he’ll become no more than a puppet. Kohaku knows this, and he also knows that if he tries to go against Naraku he’ll just get rid of him.
Either way, Rin and I are trapped.
“Do you get it?” Kohaku asked, glancing at us- though mostly at Rin- to see if we understood his words. “If you try to go outside…”
“We’ll die?” Rin’s voice cracked as the tears welled up again.
Kohaku nodded, confirming her suspicion. He tucked the stone back in his pocket. “I have my mask so I’m fine; I don’t really need it, but… that masked priestess of theirs insisted since neither of you have that kind of thing. If you want to escape, you’ll need the stone.”
“I see…” Rin looked utterly heartbroken at his words.
But… something was bothering me. He phrased that quite strangely. I may be dazed and dying, but I’m still aware enough to pick apart a hint when I hear one. He seemed to be looking straight at me when he said it, too, before turning away again.
Kohaku- did he want us to escape? Did… he want me to take the barrier stone from him? Why?
“There’s also a barrier surrounding this castle.” The boy suddenly continued. “It’s what’s keeping the castle hidden from the outside world, and locking the miasma inside. But even if you do manage to get a barrier stone and leave the castle, you’d still have to find a way to break the barrier. And that’s if the demons don’t get to you first.”
Shifting in place, I moved to sit on my legs, my palms pressing against the rickety old floor. Staring intently at Kohaku, I tilted my head and furrowed my brows, wondering why he was trying to help us by telling us all of this. Well, help wasn’t really the right term for it. He physically can’t help us. It’s… more like he was giving us a warning.
Advice, to be precise, that was disguised as a warning.
Suddenly, Rin stood up, rushing over to pick up the giant melon by the young demon slayer. Plastering a smile on her face, she asked, “I-Is anyone hungry? We… We should eat! We don’t want the melon to go bad, after all!”
Oh, sweetie…
“Hey, um, what was your name again?” Rin looked down at Kohaku, who was eying her curiously, though the tired look in his eyes never faded. “Kohaku, was it? I’m Rin! You… already know Big Sister, so… I won’t tell you her name. How old are you?”
“Eleven…”
Sitting down beside him, she held the melon in her lap, rambling away to try and lighten the mood. She did seem genuinely curious about him, however. “Eleven, huh? I’m eight! But… how come you have to guard us? Are you a demon like the others? How did you meet Big Sister? Was it when she met Lord Sesshōmaru? I was just going to share the melon with Big Sister and Master Jaken, but since we’re all here I’ll share some with you, too! Oh, but I should probably ask if you like melons first, right? Do you like melons? I like the really sweet ones.”
Kohaku just stared at her, the boy clearly baffled by the amount of questions she was asking. “...Yeah, I guess.” He frowned. “You sure talk a lot.”
Rin blinked at first, but the flash of sheer pain that crossed her expression was enough to stab my heart, and I started to push myself up onto my knees to try and tell Kohaku off for being rude, but another wave of dizziness hit me and I had to sit back down and catch my breath. I could only watch with sad eyes when Rin looked down dejectly at the melon in her arms and sighed.
She hugged the fruit tighter, clearly upset. “I know… but I get scared when I’m not talking.”
Kohaku’s expression softened at that, the tiniest bit of guilt flashing in his gaze, and for a long moment a heavy silence filled the room. After a while, he extended a hand out to her. “Here. I’ll cut the melon.”
Rin’s head snapped up and she looked at him with wide eyes, before a tiny smile crossed her face and she did as told. “Really? Thank you!”
He didn’t say anything, simply using his kusarigama to cut the fruit into pieces. Rin was quick to hand me my own portion before sitting back down next to the boy, happily munching away. I ate a lot more slowly than either of them, but the freshness of the melon did seem to give me a bit more energy. Still not enough for me move from my spot, but just enough that I didn’t feel like keeling over immediately.
After eating most of his portion, Kohaku commented, “This melon is really sweet.”
Rin beamed up at him. “Would you like another piece?”
“...Yes.” He seemed somewhat surprised by her kindness, seeing her hand him one of her own slices. “Thank you.”
“Here you are.”
Kohaku didn’t waste any time taking it from her and biting into it.
Rin, while still very scared, just smiled at him again. “If you like it that much, I can always go steal some more.”
It became unnervingly quiet again.
“Earlier,” The girl began, “you said you didn’t remember meeting Big Sister except the one time. What did you mean by that?”
“...I meant exactly what I said. I don’t remember. There’s a lot I don’t remember, actually.”
“Really?” Rin looked up, concerned. “Not even about your mother or your father?”
Kohaku just turned his head away, staring into nothing. His voice was soft, and to my heartbreak it sounded so very haunted. “I’ve… forgotten.”
“...Huh.” Rin looked thoughtful, if not sad. “I’ve never heard of a person forgetting everything. I guess… everyone has things that they don’t want to remember.”
At that, Kohaku turned his head back to her and I sat up a bit straighter, moving to face the girl. Worry painted itself across my sickly features.
I was already concerned as to why she was traveling with such a supposedly cold-hearted demon lord, but that comment was very alarming. If there weren’t enough red flags already, then that one was a bright neon red sign. Something had happened to her, something really bad, and for whatever reason it led to her traveling with Sesshōmaru.
“Rin…” I started to ask, hesitant and a bit afraid of the answer. “W-What… happened?”
Her brown eyes flickered up to me before falling back to focus on the half-eaten piece of melon in her hands. She was reluctant to speak at first, but soon found the courage. “Before I met Lord Sesshōmaru, my… parents and brothers were attacked by thieves. They… t-tried to get away, but…” Her voice cracked and her shoulders shook. Rin ducked her head down further, bangs falling into her face as she tried desperately not to cry. “...they were killed.”
Oh.
“I still have nightmares about the night it happened.” She confesses. “It… still scares me.”
Oh, sweetie.
No wonder she was freaking out so badly when I told her I was going to die. It all makes so much sense now. She said she didn’t want to watch me die, because she had seen her family killed right in front of her. How much younger was she compared to now when that had happened? If she was eight now and had only started traveling with the demon lord a few months ago, then it must have been fairly recent.
Baby girl… I’m so sorry.
Ignoring the pain it caused me and the amount of energy that it took, I forced my body to crawl over so I could sit next to her. Feeling my hand rest gently on her head, Rin tensed- before relaxing and leaning into the touch. I wrapped my arms around her, but she didn’t pull away from the hug, instead accepting the embrace and comfort I was trying to five her.
“The… v-villagers took me in afterwards, but…” She shook her head, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as her tiny body shuddered, the girl burying her face against my chest. She was gripping the melon piece so tightly that her hands were shaking. “They always got so angry with me. N-Nothing I did… ever made them happy, and… s-sometimes, when they got really angry, they would… they would hit me….”
“It’s okay,” I breathed out, rubbing my hand against her arm to try and calm her, resting my head against hers, “It’s okay. Y-You don’t… have to say it if it hurts.”
“I-I was really surprised when I met Lord Sesshōmaru, you know? He… He can come off as really scary, but he’s really nice. After my family died, he… was the only one who seemed to care about me. He hits Master Jaken all the time for being mean, but… he never hits me. He… never yells at me o-or gets mad. Even though… I-I know I’m probably just a nuisance to him, like Master Jaken says…”
“Rin.”
She sniffled, looking up at me with teary eyes. I frowned deeply, trying to suppress the growing urge to beat the annoying imp with that stupid staff of his.
It hurt to speak, and my lungs stuttered and shriveled from the pain, but in order to make this small child feel better I made myself force the words out. “You are not a nuisance. I-If… Sesshōmaru of all people… cares about you, o-or lets you travel with him, then… that’s proof of it. B-Besides…” I held a finger up, flashing her as bright a smile I could muster. “If anyone’s a n-nuisance… it’s Jaken. D-Don’t you think?”
Rin blinked, stared at me for a moment, then let out a weak giggle, pulling away and sitting up to wipe at her face with her sleeve. “Y-Yeah. I guess so.”
I can’t believe anyone would hurt such a sweet child like her. I can’t believe anyone would ever hurt a child. Those villagers must have been complete bastards. No wonder Sesshōmaru had a change of heart. He must have seen how cruel they were to her while she was trying to nurse him back to health and decided to take her under his wing. Hmph. Jerks.
I have a newfound respect for Sesshōmaru now. That being said, it would be nice if he and his half-brother could get along- or at the very least learn to work together.
“Rin,” I said sternly, “don’t… let anyone ever tell you you’re a nuisance. Don’t ever believe you’re a nuisance. Y… You’re the sweetest little girl I’ve ever met, okay? And… I bet you Sesshōmaru thinks the same. That’s… why he’s going to come here to rescue you.”
“...To rescue us.” She corrected, a new light in her eyes after hearing my words. Rin sat up, expression much more cheerful, and blinking away the tears a grin formed on her lips. “Lord Sesshōmaru is going to rescue us, Big Sister!”
Well, that’s only if I survive long enough for him to get here. “Th-That’s the spirit!”
Rin then paused, face flushing red, and she looked at Kohaku nervously, the boy having been watching the exchange silently. “I-I’m not… talking too much, am I? Master Jaken is always telling me to be quiet…”
I’m definitely going to have to hit that imp if I survive this.
Kohaku’s gaze softened. “It’s okay.” He told her. “I don’t mind if you keep talking. I don’t get to talk much.”
…Gods, I hate Naraku.
So many children are being used and abused and killed, and one of them is Sango’s little brother. To make matters worse, I need to think of a way to get the barrier stone from him before Naraku decides to have him get rid of us, and I also need to find a way to protect Rin from the demons outside. I have my demon slayer mask Sango made me, so I could wander alone, but I can’t leave her behind with Kohaku.
I can’t let another child die. Not when I’m here and able to prevent it.
But I can’t move.
I won’t be able to fight. What should I do?
“...Huh?” Rin’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I watched as she turned her attention to something in the corner, hiding in the shadows. “Is… that a cat?”
Kohaku tensed at that, and his hand automatically shot out to grab the kusarigama at his side. He shifted to sit on one knee. “What? That doesn’t make any sense. There can’t be any cats here.”
True. They would all be killed by the deadly miasma surrounding this castle. But stepping out of the shadows was definitely a cat.
A calico cat, to be exact, with emerald green eyes whose stare was boring into my own brown ones. Kohaku stared it down, looking ready to attack it if need be, one arm held out in front of Rin as if to protect her. “That’s… not a demon I recognize.”
“S’not a demon.” I said, pulling away from Rin and weakly outstretching a hand. The cat glanced at Kohaku and Rin, before turning its attention back to me and slowly approaching. “That’s… a friend.”
“A friend?” Kohaku looked confused.
Rin, however, appeared delighted by the tomcat’s appearance. “It’s so cute!”
Indeed it was.
“It’s time.” It said, and it was then that I realized neither Kohaku nor Rin could hear it speak. The tomcat climbed into my lap, and though my limbs felt like noodles I managed to lift the mysterious creature into my arms, cradling it close to my chest. Resting its paws over my heart, it leaned forward, its cold nose pressing lightly against mine. Green bore into brown, and I felt my breath hitch in my throat. “It’s time, Irene.”
A sense of despair washed over me upon hearing that, its weight heavy and harsh.
I knew my death was coming. I knew my time to die would come. I knew it would be soon. I had been given a deadline, and I knew using my Shikigami earlier would only shorten my time, but hearing from this being that had helped me time and again that my end was finally here was… painful in ways I can’t even begin to describe.
I was separated from my friends, from my sister, and while I knew that I wouldn’t be able to see them before I died it still hurt. It felt like my heart was being wrenched out of my chest. And to make matters worse, this poor little girl who had suffered through so much was going to watch it happen.
She had already seen her family die.
I don’t… want her to have to watch me die, too.
Foolish as it was, I had been hoping to leave beforehand. I was hoping that I would be able to protect her, and after the danger passed I would wander away and… find somewhere somewhat peaceful and safe to lie down. I would sleep my life away.
I would die alone.
But now…
At the very least, I don’t want to die here. Not in this castle. I want to save Rin. I want to make sure she’s safe. We’ve been here a while already, right? Sesshōmaru should be on his way, if not pretty close. After all, Naraku kidnapped Rin solely to lure him here. If I can get us out, maybe we can meet up with him.
I just… need the strength to do it.
Swallowing down the lump in my throat, I fought against tears and looked down at the mysterious cat, shifting my hold on it so I didn’t drop it. “Please… just- please.” I have to help this child survive. I have to get her out of here. “Wh-What you did last time, please- can you…”
“Of course.” The cat smiled sadly at me. “I must, after all. This is the only way you’ll be saved.”
Saved…
It said something about me not being able to be saved last time. Was it because I was alone in the castle back then? Sesshōmaru was on his way now, but I can’t possibly see how he would save me. I was going to die, and there’s no way he would ever even consider using tenseiga on me. But… it’s fine.
If I can just save Rin, then I’ll be able to accept my fate with a smile on my face.
I’ll die without any major regrets.
Taking a deep breath, blinking away the stinging in my eyes, I flashed the cat a trembling smile. “Thank you.”
It just gave me a nod, it’s green gaze solemn. “This is all I can do for you. I am sorry.”
With that apology said, the floor beneath us lit up. Rin let out a startled screech and scrambled back into Kohaku, who was unable to lash out due to having her crashing into him. An ice blue pentagram took shape, its light rising and enveloping me whole, blindingly brilliant and cold as could be.
A gust of wind, stronger than before, swirled around me, sending my hair and kimono sleeves flying in every direction, and a group of beautifully colored birds drifted in its breeze before diving into my body, their flames filling me with a familiar burst of energy and strength.
I was left gasping just like before, my back arching, and as one more violet-colored bird dove into my chest I felt a numbness form. A cold, one that was preventing me from feeling any and all pain.
As I struggled to recover my breath, the cat nuzzled my face and then licked my chin. “Stay strong. I am counting on you, Irene.”
“Y-Yeah.” Me too. “Thank you.”
The cat smiled one last time, before disappearing yet again in a flash of red, purple, blue, and green flames. It had been resting in my arms just seconds ago, yet disappeared in that burst of fire like it had never been here at all. Thankfully, it had been here, and because of it I could breathe again. I couldn’t even feel the pain of my illness or the pain of my wounds. I felt more alive than ever.
Cold, but very much alive.
I can do this.
I can save Rin.
Taking a deep breath, I pressed a hand to my chest where the bird had flew into me, calming my racing heart, before opening my eyes with newfound determination. I turned to look at Rin and Kohaku.
Kohaku releasing her, Rin was able to sit up on her knees, the girl very much concerned. “B-Big Sister…? What… just happened? What was that cat? Why did it turn into flame? I-Is it okay? It’s not dead, is it?”
“N-No, it’s alive.” Wow, I could even talk clearly for the most part. Nice. Shikigami magic really was something else. Clearing my throat, I stood, and her eyes went wide when she saw I didn’t stumble. Turning to look at her, I reached into my kimono, taking out my demon slayer mask. “Rin, get behind me, please.”
“H-Huh? Why?”
Kohaku’s stare intensified when he saw me put the mask on. “You…”
As Rin got up and reluctantly did as told, the eleven-year-old boy closed his eyes and let out a sigh.
“I see. You want the barrier stone I have. You’re going to escape.”
I tried to ignore the pang in my heart, and the shaking in my legs as I held my right hand out- red flames dancing upon my fingertips. We both knew very well what trying to take the barrier stone meant. We both also knew that neither of us were going to back down easily. Biting down hard on my bottom lip, I met his gaze sadly, knowing full well this would break his sister’s heart if she knew. “I’m sorry. I… really am, Kohaku. But I can’t let you kill us. I can’t let you kill Rin.”
“Wh-What?” The little girl looked alarmed, glancing up at me and then at Kohaku and then back at me. “Kohaku wouldn’t kill us! …R-Right, Kohaku?” She looked at him again. “You wouldn’t kill us, would you?”
“...I don’t have a say in the matter.” He answered quietly, voice as devoid of life as it was when we first woke up in this room. “When Naraku takes over, I have no choice but to do as he says.”
“B-But…”
Kohaku just lowered his head, then grabbed the kusarigama and stood. He pointed the blade at me. “I can’t disobey Naraku. If you want the barrier stone, you’ll have to take it from me.”
The flames dancing on my fingertips formed into a singular ball of fire, hot and ready to burn. “I know. That’s what I planned to do.”
“...Then take it.” He said.
“...What?”
Kohaku turned his head away, letting the blade fall to the floor as he grasped it by the chain. His arm fell to his side. “Take the barrier stone from me. Before he takes control of me and makes me hurt you. The Saimyōshō are outside, so they can’t see us. Just take it.”
Hesitant and very confused, the ball of fire in my hand smoldered out and faded. I took a small step forward, uncertain if this was a trap, before approaching him. I was a bit scared to do so, but I reached out and quickly snatched the barrier stone that was hiding in the top half of his kimono, and then backed away just as fast.
I continued to back away until I was by Rin again, and keeping an eye on him I tucked the barrier stone safely into Rin’s green obi. “B-Big Sister, are we… really just going to leave Kohaku…?”
“We have to.” I told her, voice firm despite my fear. Patting the obi and making sure the stone was securely in place, I nodded and stood, snatching her hand with my left one. “It’s going to be really dangerous when we leave here, so you have to stay by me. Do not let go of my hand. Okay? I’m going to get us out of here.”
“But… K-Kohaku…”
I looked over my shoulder once more at the boy we were about to leave behind, guilt flooding my being once more. He looked so… alone, standing there in the corner of the room, head turned away as he stared lifelessly into nothing. He was drained of all hope, of all life. He was empty. He was hurting. He was only eleven years old, but had been forced to kill his entire family, and had been forced several times to try and kill his older sister. He’s killed children and mothers and sisters, fathers and brothers and cousins. Elders that couldn’t fight back.
Kohaku was broken.
And to make matters worse… he didn’t even remember Sango that was his sister. He doesn’t remember anything. He just knows he’s a puppet, and is made to kill again-and-again, regardless of whether the opponent is a demon or a human, or a bandit or a civilian.
He’s such a kind boy at heart, and him letting me take the barrier stone just further proves that fact. But… I can’t help him.
The only way he can be saved is if Naraku is killed.
“I’m sorry…” I found myself apologizing, the guilt and sorrow making itself so prominent on my features. Kohaku closed his eyes tightly, gripping the chain of his weapon to hide the shaking of his fists. The sincerity of my voice, of my apology, of knowing we could have been friends if the situation was different, made this all the more painful. “Thank you, Kohaku.”
“Just go.” He forced out, a lump seeming to have caught itself in his throat. “As soon as the Saimyōshō see you, I won’t be far behind. So hurry up and go!”
Swallowing thickly, I nodded and tightened my hold on Rin’s hand, tugging her along with me as I headed for the doors. Rin looked close to tears. “Big Sister!”
“You heard him, Rin! Come on!”
She could only look up at me with big eyes, before turning to glance at Kohaku, watching the boy fall to the ground with a hand over his face as I opened the door. Stepping out and hurriedly closing the door behind us, the boy faded from view, and our journey to escape the castle began.
It was just as dark and disturbing as I remembered, and Rin let out a few terrified squeaks when she saw the decaying corpses and skeletons nearby. Her face paled considerably at the sight of some rather hideous-looking demons floating and wandering about, and hearing some familiar buzzing I knew the Saimyōshō were nearby.
It would be nice if I had one of those gross smelling flowers to burn to get rid of them, but unfortunately this was an entirely different castle…
Frick.
“Which way, which way?” I looked back-and-forth as we approached a wooden deck, trying to figure out the fastest way out of here. Hiding wasn’t exactly an option since most demons had a strong sense of smell. Honestly, it really was a miracle Naraku didn’t figure out I wasn’t Anastasia sooner. Is it because he’s a spider? Do spiders have noses? Ah, whatever. Now’s not the time to be wondering about that. “Uhhh- this way!”
Quickly bringing a ball of flame into my hand, I dashed towards a rather ugly looking worm-like demon and grabbed it by what I think was it’s throat. It barely had time to turn around before I had amped up the heat to a scorching white, its body melting around my hand before collapsing to the ground. Rin let out a strangled sound, as if she were suppressing a scream, before she clamped her free hand over her mouth.
Gods, I’m so sorry. This is probably terrifying for her to see.
But I’m panicking and we need to get out of here.
Rushing through the wooden deck, the buzzing of the Saimyōshō grew louder- and they were coming from behind us now. The filthy bugs were hot on our tail. “Freaking heck!” This is insane. I don’t know why I’m doing this. We’re going to get killed.
No, it’s fine. It’s going to be fine.
I can do this.
I can’t feel pain. I can’t even feel the exhaustion right now.
I can do this.
“Rin, come here.” I let go of her hand and held my arms out, and though confused she stepped forward. Picking her up by her waist, I carefully lifted her and set her on the wooden railing. “O-Okay, good girl. Now, turn around and jump onto the ground, please- yes, like that. Perfect.” I then climbed up myself, following suit. I could hear footsteps in the distance, footsteps of someone running, and I knew that it was a possessed Kohaku coming after us. Snatching Rin’s hand, I tugged her along into a run. “Let’s go, go, go!”
Unfortunately, we weren’t able to get very far.
There was no avoiding the blade that sliced my arm and took off my sleeve, and then sliced me again when Kohaku yanked the kusarigama back to him. I ended up falling to ground from the force of the abrupt blow, and poor Rin was yanked down with me. In a rush of adrenaline, I clapped my hands together and slammed them onto the ground, a stark white pentagram appearing beneath me.
“O’ flame burning bright…!”
A rhinoceros appeared and roared, and charged at Kohaku when I threw a hand out and pointed at him. The boy dodged it, but through sheer determination I was able to keep the Shikigami summoned, and it continued to chase him. Kohaku slashed and dodged and slashed again, but his blade simply phased through it and the rhinoceros took that chance to ram its head into his chest, sending the boy flying into the air.
Skidding against the ground, Kohaku dug the kusarigama into the dirt to halt his descent, and digging his heels into the ground he charged again.
That was when I heard Rin scream. “Big Sister!”
Whirling my head around, I inhaled sharply at the sight of more demons approaching. “G-Get behind me!”
Stay focused. Stay focused. Keep the rhinoceros here.
“Sh-Shikigami!” I threw my right hand up above my head. “Bind these evil demons!”
In a flash of green flame, a familiar eagle appeared and cawed loudly, its cry echoing through the ruins as it flew towards the demons rushing at us. The flames around the eagle grew higher and brighter, spreading until the Shikigami was several times larger than it was after being summoned, and it’s green flames swallowed the horde.
When the worst of the flames disappeared and the eagle had returned to my side, the demons could hardly move, trapped in place by the fire dancing along their limbs. They roared and cursed and screeched, and quickly thanking the eagle I dismissed him and called forth a fiery red bull, sending it charging towards the trapped demons. As it tore into them, ripping them to shreds with their horns, I heard a cry from Rin.
“Kohaku, no-!”
I wasn’t able to turn my head in time.
There was a flash of silver and a warmth in my right shoulder, and as I stumbled back the blade returned and slashed deep into my left side. I ended up pushing Rin to the side to avoid her getting hit, and then Kohaku was in front of me, the boy swinging determinedly at me with his kusarigama. I had no choice but to try and hit him with balls of fire, stepping left-and-right and back and attempting to leap out of the way of his weapon.
Rin was screaming, pleading for Kohaku to stop, tears forming in her eyes as she started to cry.
But… he didn’t hear her.
He couldn’t even hear me.
Before long, my arms were shredded and covered in cuts, my right kimono sleeves halfway gone and my left ones missing completely. Whenever I got too far away from Kohaku’s liking, he would slash at my legs, and after I managed to hit him pretty hard with the rhinoceros spirit again I tripped stepping backwards. That somehow managed to spare my life for just a bit longer, for the kusarigama’s blade grazed my face- leaving a couple cuts on my cheeks due to its strange shape.
I was breathing heavily after I recovered, blood spilling from far too many wounds.
Whatever that mysterious talking cat did to me with those bird spirits, it was certainly keeping the pain away. It was also keeping me moving, despite how weak my body was right now. I could feel the dizziness start to creep its way back in, the bloodloss starting to overpower the magic, but I couldn’t stop now.
“B-Big Sister-!”
“O’ overflowing blue sky!” I shouted, stepping to the side to avoid the worst of another hit, Kohaku getting a deep gash on my right bicep again. A green light shone behind me. I raised my hands in the air, forcing out two medium-sized fireballs from my palms to send the boy stumbling back as they hit his chest. “Bind my foe!”
Blood dripping onto the ground, the eagle appeared- its green wings spreading behind me almost as if they were my own, before it flew upwards and dived down towards Kohaku. The boy raised his kusarigama to slash at it, but suddenly found himself unable to move when it flew through him, his body becoming enveloped in flames and binding him, preventing his movement.
Seeing I was successful, I could feel some of my strength fade, the dizziness growing even stronger. Kohaku was trapped.
“I… probably should’ve done that from the start.” I breathed, wheezing a bit as I stumbled backwards. My legs suddenly felt so weak. “Th-That would’ve… made this so much…”
My knees gave out.
Rin rushed over to me crying, hands hovering in the air as she tried to figure out what to do. Most of what she was saying was unintelligible, the child panicked and afraid as I continued to bleed and bleed. Kohaku struggled against his new restraints, tightening and loosening and tightening his grip again on his kusarigama, before he stopped. Head snapping up, his dead eyes turned to look at something behind us.
Following his gaze, I blinked- then stared in utter confusion for a long moment, brain processing what I was seeing, before I patted Rin on the arm and pointed.
Sniffling, the teary-eyed girl looked up, and then she brought her hands up to her mouth with a relieved gasp. “Lord Sesshōmaru!”
The demon lord glanced at the boy before us, then at Rin, and finally landed his gaze on me.
“So,” He said, “you protected her?”
At that, I flashed him a bright yet lopsided grin, holding up a thumb. I had completely forgotten that I was wearing a mask. “D-Did my best! Um… huh.” My vision faded for a moment and I brought my hand up to my head, blinking away the darkness and the spots that had appeared. Shaking my head, I pressed my palms to the ground and staggered onto my feet, wobbling a bit as I walked over to grab Rin’s hand. “This… way.”
“B-Big Sister, you’re-”
Stopping in front of Sesshōmaru, large droplets of blood dripping with each footstep, practically forming a puddle from where I had been sitting earlier, I held Rin’s hand up dramatically for him to see and pointed at her. “N-Not a demon touched her! Your kiddo’s safe.”
His eyes narrowed at that, and for a moment it looked like he had turned his nose up at me- though whether it was from my words or the strong stench of human blood I wasn’t quite sure. His brows had furrowed, the slightest downwards tilt of his lips showing displeasure. But, despite it all, he didn’t correct my words. He didn’t deny them.
Sesshōmaru just stared me down, watching as more and more life drained itself from my face as the blood continued to pool. He turned to look at Kohaku, and his gaze darkened at the sight and smell of blood on his blade. “That boy’s the one who did this to you.” It wasn't a question, but an observation. He knew he was the one who hurt me.
That didn't stop my sluggish brain from having to take a moment to process that, though. “...Huh? O-Oh, uh, yeah, but it’s fine. It’s Kohaku.”
He amber eyes flickered to me upon hearing my casual dismissal.
Suddenly, there was a familiar voice screeching in the distance. “-ruuuuu~! Lord Sesshōmaruuuuu~! Wait for meeee! M’loooord!”
Jaken. That wee lil’ bastard. I’m gonna-
Whoa. Lost my balance there. Letting go of Rin’s hand, I had to hold my arms out to catch myself, bending my knees slightly to prevent myself from falling. A few seconds later, there was a strange wavering in the air- and the skies began to clear. I looked up with wide eyes, half-dazed and half-amazed. “It broke!”
Laughing somewhat deliriously, I pointed at the sky and looked down at Rin. I was too light headed to process what the barrier breaking actually meant, or who it was that must have broken it.
“We can escape now!”
“W-We need to take care of your wounds first!” She cried, latching onto what little remained of my sleeves. “Th-There’s too much blood- I-I- Big Sister!”
“Rin.” Sesshōmaru spoke, catching the girl’s attention and causing both of us to look up at him. While his expression was hard to read, his voice was quite firm. “Take the priestess with you to Ah-Un and leave.”
Blinking away tears, she stared at him, before snapping out of it and nodding her head. “Y-Yes!”
Grabbing my hand, she tugged on it, trying to get me to follow her.
“This way, Big Sister!”
“Wh-What? Wait-” This isn’t right. I’m not supposed to stay with them. In my shock, I ended up following Rin for a few steps, only to pull back when I snapped out of it, looking up at the demon lord in great confusion, utterly baffled by his demand. “Sesshōmaru-”
“Let’s go!” Rin huffed, grabbing and tugging on my hand again.
Jaken had nearly reached us by this point. He ended up coming to a startled stop when he saw my bloodied state and the way Rin was bossing me around, and Ah-Un let out a muffled worried roar.
By this point, the fire restraining Kohaku had faded. The boy was left standing there, watching lifelessly as Rin tried to force my tired form up on Ah-Un. Unfortunately, my vision kept fading in-and-out and the dizziness was growing too strong to fight against, making it hard for me to try and climb onto the saddle.
As I managed to hook my foot onto the stirrup with Rin’s determined help, weakly grabbing onto the saddle to try and hoist myself up, I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder to blearily watch as Kohaku turned to face Sesshōmaru, lifting up the bloody kusarigama as he did so.
I couldn’t see his face, but I saw the demon lord lift up a hand, two fingers stretched out and most likely ready to poison the boy. “Oh?” I heard him muse. “You’d turn your blade toward me?”
No…
“D-Don’t…!” I could barely get the words out now, the spell the mysterious cat had casted clearly wearing off. Slowly but surely, pain was flooding back into my senses, and it hurt like hell. As Rin snapped at Jaken to help her push me up onto the two-headed dragon, I felt a painful lump catch in my throat. “Don’t… kill him! Don’t…!”
Please. He’s just a kid.
He’s all Sango has. He’s her little brother. “S-Sesshōmaru…!”
“Kohaku!” Right as Rin and Jaken pushed me up onto the saddle, there was a flash of red and silver and then Kohaku was falling back. My eyes widened, and a wave of relief and surprise came crashing down on me, a strange mix of emotions flooding me as I saw Inuyasha appear, the half-demon punching the boy in the face to stop him from attacking Sesshōmaru. “What are you doing, you fool!?”
Inuyasha’s nose suddenly twitched. Face paling, he glanced around him at the disturbingly large amount of blood on the ground, before finally turning his gaze in my direction. His lips curled back, and his amber eyes went wide.
When he spoke, his voice was a choked whisper. “I-Irene…?”
“Inuyasha!” I could hear Kagome shout. “Inuyasha, is it Kohaku!?”
“Kohaku!” Sango.
“Inuyasha, wait for us!” Miroku.
“Did you find Irene!?” Shippō.
My friends were here. I can hear them.
“Where is Irene!?”
My sister is here.
But just as they all came into view, Rin had hopped onto Ah-Un without even waiting for Jaken to climb up, and she grabbed hold of the reins, flicking them and instructing the demonic dragon to fly. Rin kept firm hold of one of my arms so I didn’t fall, but that didn’t stop me from weakly outstretching a hand towards the group of people I’ve come to trust and love so dearly. As my vision started to fade once more I could just barely see Maria look up at me, horror in her hazel green eyes.
I’m so sorry…
This wasn’t how I wanted you to remember me. I didn’t want you to see me like this.
I wish I could have told you about my fate, but there was no way you would accept it. I didn’t want you to have to suffer with that knowledge, too. You can be mad at me if you want. You can curse me. I know I’m a terrible sister. But… I’m so glad that I got to see you, and all my friends, one last time.
I love you so much.
You deserved better than me, but you cared about me anyway. All of you. You all were my world. There’s nothing I could ever say or do that could express that enough, or show you how grateful I am.
My dear friends… I can’t believe I really came this far.
Inuyasha, you were the one that saved my life when I first came to this world. You carried me, a total stranger and a foreigner, on your back to the village for help from Kaede. Arguing with you all the time has made me less afraid to say what’s on my mind, and made me more confident as a person. Training with you was certainly an experience, and I know now that despite your harshness the things you say come from a place of concern. You got so angry and protective after learning how I was being mistreated, and… I know that there’s a lot I wouldn’t have been able to do without having constantly butt heads with you.
Kagome, you nursed me back to health so many times, and despite hardly knowing me for more than a few days you went out of your way to convince your family to lie to the doctors in order to get me my medicine. You saved my life so many times. Yet, despite that, a part of me was jealous that you could go home whenever you wanted. That you could see your family freely. I wanted to hate you for the longest time. But… I never could. You were just far too kind, and I adored you far too much.
Shippō, you were just as alone as I was, but you went out of your way to comfort me and cheer me up. You were always by my side, even when I fell deeply ill. When Kagome wasn’t there, you were next to me trying to help me fight a fever, and was always ready to defend me no matter what we were up against. You’re just a child, but you’re the bravest person I’ve ever met. Kirara, too. She was there for me in my darkest moment, and carried me for days when I was unable to walk. She was always with you, curled against me when I fell sick.
And Sango…
You were the big sister I needed when I was hurting and afraid. I may be the older one and you the younger one, but our relationship with our siblings became the catalyst of our friendship. We had lost that which we cared most about, and leaned on each other as a result. You filled the void that Maria had left, and set yourself a place in my heart that can’t ever be taken away. You are, without a doubt, my most dearest friend. I wish I could be there for you when the day Naraku is defeated, and Kohaku is freed.
I wish I could see you two reunited, with him recognizing you for who you are.
And… Miroku. I despised you at first. I couldn’t stand to be near you. But you gave me validation and advice when I needed it most. You taught me to be confident with my powers, and to believe in the care you all had for me. You taught me to believe in myself. You were there on Mount Ho-oh when I told the truth of my insecurities, but you accepted me regardless. When I saw you got hurt trying to rescue me from the panther demons, the guilt was excruciating. Despite your perverted antics, even you grew to be a friend I treasured deeply.
For that, thank you.
Thank you all for accepting me. For loving me. For never calling me a burden.
I hope, that if the afterlife exists, we don’t see each other for a very long time. I want you all to defeat Naraku, survive, and live your lives.
Please… will you do that, for me? And… take care of my sister, too?
She’s stubborn and hotheaded like Inuyasha, but she’s kind and cares a lot. I don’t want her to be lonely in this place. If it’s you all, I know I can trust she’ll be alright.
“...Big Sister?”
The dizziness too strong to fight, I found myself falling forward, forehead hitting the back of Rin’s shoulder. My vision was fading in-and-out again, and no matter how many times I blinked I couldn’t get back control. As we flew over the forest, Rin flicked the reins again and Ah-Un began to move downwards.
We ended up settling near a stream, and Rin- carefully keeping hold of my shoulders, shifted so I was leaning on the saddle in a way that would allow her to jump down on the ground. Carefully, the demonic dragon knelt down, and Rin helped me climb down, though I wasn’t standing for very long. I ended up collapsing on the grassy ground, resting against Ah-Un’s side. The poor girl was fretting, starting to cry again even as she grabbed some random cloth and tried to clean my wounds with water from the stream, yanking my mask off to better tend to the cuts on my face.
She was talking to me, saying something frantically, but I couldn’t hear her. My ears were ringing. My vision was completely spotted.
I… felt cold. In a way that was different from the Shikigami spell the cat had casted.
And yet… that moon in the sky, glowing such a brilliant red… felt so warm. I couldn’t help but outstretch a bloody hand towards it, trying to grasp it into my palm. “So… pretty…”
How lucky am I to see not only my sister and friends before my death, but such a beautiful sight as well? To be able to tell Sesshōmaru the words I had wanted to say for so long, and even succeed in saving Rin? For all the misfortune I suffered, the world seemed to have finally taken pity on my pathetic self, granting me this one last mercy.
Truly, I don’t deserve…
Notes:
YOOO HERE WE GO!!!!!!
One heck of a cliffhanger, huh? Whoops. This chapter was bit tricky, because the episode vs the game confrontation is SO different. But I really wanted that Kohaku confrontation. Originally, Kagura was going to be the cause for Irene's wounds, but I changed my mind. She already got her revenge, lol. Man, I can't believe we're almost done with the Anastasia arc. Oof. How times flies.
Also, I discovered how to add drawings to the chapters! So have one I did just now, lol.
As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! Let me know what you think in the comments. 💕
Chapter 31: Tangled In The Spider's Web
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Sesshōmaru had followed the scent of that woman’s blood directly to them.
It was irritating, he supposed, that he found himself coming to her rescue yet again. She was destined to die tonight. The blood red moon hanging high in the sky was an omen of that, and the pools of blood that spilled where she stood, the crimson liquid illuminating her sickly pale form, merely confirmed it. Its stench was overwhelming- and quite frankly it disgusted him.
This woman… did she hold no value for her own life? Or was she determined to die in a way she could choose, rather than letting death take her on its own terms? Perhaps her lack of concern stemmed from the fact that she knew of her upcoming death.
She knew it was inevitable.
He could smell it on her- the flickering embers of life starting to fade away. Her body had been screaming at her, the woman bleeding profusely from each and every wound she had sustained, and yet she simply continued to pull little Rin by the hand to approach him, acting as though she were not in any pain. Sesshōmaru knew, from what little experience he had from the few times he’s interacted with her, that although she wore that demon slayer’s mask and was literally dying where she stood, she was smiling at him.
Why she did so, he still did not quite understand.
Regardless, it just convinced Sesshōmaru that she was indeed a foolish priestess, and even more so a foolish human woman.
She was going to die.
There was absolutely nothing for her to smile about. She escaped, but at what cost? That woman had merely cut what little life she had left short. It was a feat in and of itself that she had managed to rescue and protect Rin the way she had, nonetheless fend off their persistent attacker. Clearly, the spirits she used were indeed quite powerful. It was no wonder why Naraku and Anastasia seemed to covet them so. Her abilities as a priestess were commendable, more so than he had previously believed, but her frail body was too broken to keep up.
Death would be a mercy, putting her out of the constant misery she’s in.
And yet… despite Sesshōmaru’s better judgment, he gave Rin the order to take that pathetic foreigner with her to Ah-Un. His steed would carry them both away far from this castle, and settle down in the thick forest somewhere safe where the demon lord could find them later. He did not know if Irene would survive the journey there- he doubted it, given the state she was in when he arrived- but it was not as if she would be dead for very long.
There was something incredibly irritating about the scent of her blood and how thickly it pooled. The amount of it spilled on the ground and on her person, covering her head-to-toe and to where her natural scent was hard to detect. The scent of someone that wasn’t supposed to be here and yet was. The scent of something pleasant and calming, like the smell of petrichor after rain. For being so blatantly human, Sesshōmaru did not mind her scent.
But the smell of her blood, on the hand… it disgusted him.
Irene was an enigma, there is no doubt about that. She was a strange but curious mortal, who hailed from another time and wielded magic unlike that of which he’s seen before. She was still a human, though, and a weak one at that. One that could barely manage to protect herself, nonetheless a small human child. She was in need of protection, and he is not the kind of lord to turn a blind eye to one who shows such loyalty.
Infuriating though it was, she had earned his favor.
Just as Jaken and Rin had done beforehand, so too has Irene earned a place by his side. Due to her ability to communicate with spirits, she has a strange and unspeakable connection to tenseiga- one that irked Sesshōmaru, if only slightly, as he, the owner of the sword, could not comprehend it’s intentions. But it hardly mattered. The curiosity over her connection to the tenseiga and to spirits would mean nothing to him, if she had not already shown him the loyalty and honesty he deserved for having once saved her life.
As a great dog demon, loyalty was naturally something he strongly valued. If you have proven yourself and shown him your loyalty, you may just be rewarded. Whether that reward is to be left with your life intact or the honor of his protection, is left to be decided by him when that time came.
Honesty, however, was something he merely preferred.
And Irene was very honest- so honest she would speak her mind, despite the fear radiating from her small, fragile form, and she would babble away whatever she was thinking to rid herself of her nerves. She dared place a bouquet in his armor, utterly terrified, before genuinely attempting to compliment him. She was incredibly audacious for a mortal.
No more audacious than Rin, perhaps, who poured water on his face when they first met, or Jaken, who more often than not had too loose of a tongue.
But an audaciously honest yet loyal creature was far more preferable to Sesshōmaru, than those that would lie and cheat their way through life. The demon lord would much rather deal with a sharp-tongued, incomparably rude piece of vermin that spoke their mind, rather than one that bothered to try and hide their true yet very obvious intentions. It was a waste of time, and he tires of such pointless mind games.
Irene, for her actions- from the day they met to now, despite being nothing more than a weak mortal- has earned his respect.
She has earned a second chance at life.
And tenseiga must have known this, far before he had made his decision, for the dull blade sheathed at his hip was completely silent. It was simply waiting to be used now, waiting for Sesshōmaru to finish off Naraku and find the mortal woman who gave her life to rescue his ward.
That pathetic human priestess that only knew how to smile…
He’ll reward her with the gift of survival.
She’ll be grateful to him, he knows, as that’s all she ever has been towards him, and then that disgusting stench of her blood will be gone. She’ll smile, just as she always does, but this time there will be color in her skin and a light in her eyes, and he won’t have to stomach the sickening reek of her body being in such extreme pain. It was rather impressive, seeing her cling to life despite how much it hurt for her to so much as breathe. Humans were truly such strange creatures.
Or perhaps… it was merely her.
After all, this boy Sesshōmaru was currently holding up by the throat wasn’t even reacting to the massive threat that was the great and powerful demon lord. He had lifted the child up by the throat, the boy’s legs dangling lifelessly in the air below him, for daring to attack his ward and the priestess, and for daring to point his blade towards him, and yet there was not a single reaction.
Sesshōmaru was taking this time to consider whether he should crush his throat or sever his head from his neck, and the boy was just dangling without struggle- almost as if he were determined to die by his hand.
What did that woman say his name was? Kohaku? He didn’t understand why she dismissed so easily the fact that he was the one who had wounded her so terribly. Her begging for the demon lord to spare the boy’s life was senseless. Was it because she was soft-hearted?
She bound his movement rather than attacking him. Even in the midst of a battle, she chose to show him mercy.
Ridiculous.
Humans are such weak creatures, feeling pity for those they shouldn’t. Child or no, Kohaku had been determined to kill her before her life could naturally fade away. She should want him dead.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Sesshōmaru!” Inuyasha growled, pointing tetsusaiga at the demon lord. “I’ll kill you if you don’t let him go!” Even his half-brother, despite seeing all the damage that had been done to his friend, wanted to keep the Kohaku alive. “Set the boy down!”
Ignoring the threat and the pleading of Inuyasha’s friends to release Kohaku, Sesshōmaru tightened his grip around the boy’s neck- testing and waiting to see a reaction. Yet, for some strange reason, the boy did not so much as flinch. His expression was completely blank. He showed no sign of suffering. He showed no sign of fear. He didn’t even struggle. His eyes were as dead and lifeless as a corpse… as if he were merely some sort of puppet and had no will of his own.
Sesshōmaru despised that look in his eyes.
So, without further adieu, he released him- letting the boy fall to the ground. Inuyasha and his friends gasped, startled by the uncharacteristic act of mercy, and Sango stepped forward, a hand curled to her chest as she gazed at the younger boy in concern. “K-Kohaku…? Can you hear me?”
The boy seemed to pause at that.
But when the woman tried to move closer, he leapt onto his feet and ran away- deep into the castle. Inuyasha turned to focus his glare on Sesshōmaru, gripping tetsusaiga in preparation to use it if need be. “Aren’t you going after him?” He hissed, voice dripping with venom. The smell of his friend’s blood had set him on edge, but she was out of sight. As such, his focus had to be on the boy.
“Sango-” Miroku began, turning to look at her, but the demon slayer was already running, Kirara by her side. “Don’t go alone! Wait for me!”
“Kohaku, don’t go! Please!”
Kagome watched them run away, before turning to look at Sesshōmaru. Furrowing her brows, she shook her head and smiled softly at him. “Thank you, Sesshōmaru. Thanks for letting Kohaku go.”
“...That boy was trying to die at my hand.” The demon lord coldly replied. “It was Naraku’s doing, and I refuse to play by his rules.”
“Irene…” A voice murmured.
Sesshōmaru glanced over his shoulder, noticing the scent of the woman was similar to that of the priestess. Kohaku and that demon slayer shared similar scents, as well. Siblings. He’s seen this woman once before, as well, back when he had to deal with the panther demons. This was Maria. He watched as the auburn-haired foreigner approached, her freckled face pale and contorted with rage and fear. It was the complete opposite of the ever-smiling priestess.
In Maria’s hand sat a katana, and she pointed it at him without hesitation. “Where is Irene!?” She demanded in choppy Japanese. “What typing of demon was it that was taking her away!? She is not dead!”
“...Not yet.” Sesshōmaru responded coolly.
“Why you-!”
“Maria!” Inuyasha hissed, holding an arm out to stop the woman from trying to attack him. “Back off. Irene is… Irene is gonna be fine. She can heal herself with the Shikigami, remember? She’s fine!”
He said that, and yet it was clear he was trying to convince himself of that more than he was her. The scent of his friend’s blood was everywhere, and the sight of the liquid pools of red were obvious for all to see. It was impossible for the half-demon to ignore. Kohaku’s life being threatened was just barely enough to stop him from chasing after the direction she had left, and now he was facing the demon lord, perceiving him as the biggest current threat. He clearly felt he had to protect his friends from Sesshōmaru.
Shippō was already choking up, unable to tear his misty eyes away from the bloody footprints that littered the ground. “I-Irene’s lost a lot of blood… too much blood. Inuyasha, I-I don’t- what if Irene isn’t-“
“I said she’ll be fine!” The half-demon snapped, ears twitching and shoulders tensing as he became even more on edge. “It’s just a little blood!”
“Irene…” Maria’s hands shook as she gripped the handle of her blade with both hands. Her hazel eyes were glaring daggers at Sesshōmaru. “You saved her before… so why are you taking her away now!? Where is she!?”
This woman…
She’s persistent. What a nuisance. It wasn’t as if he saved her sister from the panther demons because he desired to. He simply needed to break the barrier, and she was the only one capable of doing so at the time. It was a means to an end.
Closing his eyes, Sesshōmaru took in a breath and then turned away. “Leave now, all of you. Naraku is mine to deal with. You’ll just get in the way.”
“Where is Irene!?”
“I will not repeat myself.”
Maria let out a low growl, taking a step forward, and glared at Inuyasha when he pushed her back again. Arm held out, but one hand on the grip of tetsusaiga, Inuyasha focused his golden glare on the demon lord. “Sesshōmaru… how did you even find this place? Where did your dragon take Irene!? Who was that human kid with her!?”
“That does not concern you.” Sesshōmaru responded, ignoring their demanding stares as he proceeded to step forward, making his way towards the castle entrance. “Take your pathetic friends and go after that mortal boy. Naraku is mine.”
“Damn you…!”
“W-Wait, Sesshōmaru!” Kagome called over Inuyasha’s swearing, trying to get the demon lord’s attention. She ran a few steps towards him, but Sesshōmaru did not stop. “Please! That dragon- you didn’t come here to save Irene, did you!?”
Finally, the demon came to a halt. If Kagome was any weaker, she would have flinched at the icy glare she had received in response to her words. Yet, instead of saying anything, Sesshōmaru merely turned away and continued to walk- disappearing into the darkness with Jaken following obediently behind him. There was no point in continuing such a pointless conversation, and he did not feel like honoring such a ridiculous question with a response.
Kagome cradled a hand close to her chest, confused and very concerned by all that just occurred. She looked down at an equally lost Shippō, who was standing near a puddle of Irene’s blood with worry in his eyes. “That… wasn’t exactly a no, was it…?”
Maria wasn’t sure.
The more she sees of this demon lord, the less sense his actions make to her. She didn’t really know much about him to begin with, except that he fought in a war with the panther demons fifty years ago to protect his father’s lands, and was apparently both an older brother and an enemy to Inuyasha. But despite that, he had saved Irene.
And it wasn’t the first time either, if everyone’s words were to be believed.
Irene- she had a way of befriending even the most violent and angry of people. If Sesshōmaru truly came here to save Irene, then chances are she’s already worked her way into his good graces. It would be just like her, too. As frustrating and painful as it was to not have her in her sights, that dragon must have been brought here by Sesshōmaru to carry Irene to safety.
This demon lord person… can Maria really trust him to help her little sister?
…
Naraku wasn’t expecting the priestess to perform so admirably against his human puppet and the demons he had guarding the castle. She was pathetic and sickly, and on the verge of death itself. By no means should she have been able to fight as well as she did. She should have been the perfect captive, collapsed on the ground with just enough life left in her that Anastasia would be able to absorb her soul.
Yes… just like when that man allowed his soul to be devoured, and became the creature that is now known as Naraku. Pathetic and weak, and unable to move. Irene could hardly do anything without the help of Inuyasha and his friends, and after being mistakenly taken by Kagura and exposed to the miasma in this castle she should be even more helpless.
And yet… she had fooled Naraku.
She wore that mask and stood just a few feet away from him, and had the audacity to lie to his face. The very memory made the artificial half-demon let out a bemused chuckle, his fingers curling across his lips as his red eyes flashed. Such a brave little mortal she was.
Does she know no fear?
No… that’s not it. She knows fear too well.
She wouldn’t have dared to escape with Rin otherwise.
Things have gotten quite interesting. It was annoying, though, how he had lost both hostages at once. Kohaku was losing his touch.
Perhaps Naraku should spare himself the trouble and absorb Irene before Anastasia can even lay a finger on her? He cared not for the flesh of a mortal, but those Shikigami powers… those were something worth having. He was already planning on taking Anastasia’s power for his own once she got what she wanted with the girl, so it would be two birds with one stone, but Irene was starting to become an unwelcome obstacle.
If things kept up like this, he might have to change his plans and devour the two women a bit early. After all, Irene escaping with Rin meant that he can’t even use the little girl as a diversion in case things with Sesshōmaru went south. He’ll have to think of something else.
But what…?
Why did Sesshōmaru even allow that woman to escape alongside the girl?
It was most unlike him. In fact, even having a human at side was unlike him. He hated mortals more than anyone.
Something was going on with him, and Naraku intended to find out what. He knew they met before in the castle town where he killed all those samurai and cast a spell on them to animate their corpses, cursing their souls, but he didn’t realize that there was something more between them. Irene was a mortal, nay- a priestess, which are two of the things Sesshōmaru hates most.
He would not burden himself with her presence without good reason.
Unless…?
Oh.
Oh, now that would be interesting, wouldn’t it? Assuming it’s true, of course. A cruel smirk splayed across his lips, his dark lashes flickering beneath blue eyeshadow. To think that even a cold-hearted demon like Sesshōmaru could grow soft for a human- it made Naraku laugh. For all he claimed and did, disowning his half-brother and attempting multiple times to claim his life, and mocking the disgrace that was their father’s death, it seemed Sesshōmaru was no better than either of them.
And that meant he had a weakness that could be exploited.
One he will surely never admit to having.
Naraku’s crimson eyes glimmered with amusement as he called out to the empty half of the room. “Kagura!”
In a gust of wind the sorceress was there, landing and kneeling on the floor with practiced grace. Her fan was closed and held across her lap, the hate for him in her matching crimson eyes directed towards the ground. “You called?”
“I’m going to have Kohaku play run-around with the demon slayer and monk.” He informed her, not moving from his spot on the comfortable futon. One arm draped lazily over a knee, he looked at the female incarnation. “I want you… to follow Irene and that child, Rin. They can’t have gone too far, and I’m certain the priestess left quite the blood trail. You may bring a few demons with you to track their scent, if you must.”
They’re all disposable pawns, anyhow.
“When you find them… well, I’m sure you know what to do.”
Kagura blinked at the order, then let out a small gasp and looked up, her eyes wide. “You don’t mean-”
“You know exactly what I mean.” Naraku stated, smiling cruelly at her. “Should Sesshōmaru fail to do as I wish, I want you to kill those mortal girls. If Irene is already dead? Then mangle her body, so terribly not even the tenseiga can revive her.”
“I…” The demoness faltered, tearing her gaze away from her creator as the understanding of the consequences that would follow if she obeyed his command came crashing down on her.
If Kagura did such a thing, then there would be no way she could use Sesshōmaru as a means to defeat Naraku. If she killed his ward, or made it so Irene could not be revived- then there would be no hope for freedom at all. Inuyasha and his friends would come to claim her life. The only consolation, then, would be the very thing that she despised, and that was that her heart was quite literally in Naraku’s hands.
“I… understand.” Her throat felt tight as she said those words, a sense of dread pooling grossly in her stomach.
Kagura did not care for Irene. In fact, she could even say she despised her. After the way she had burned her face, it was a miracle Kagura had ever healed back to normal at all. Even more to the point, Irene was able to be close to the demon lord in a way Kagura couldn’t be.
When she saw Irene in that melon field with Rin, an anger stirred up in her.
A raging wind of jealousy, as it meant that Sesshōmaru had let Irene stay. That mortal girl was free to do as she pleased, could see the demon lord as she pleased, and he accepted her presence. Meanwhile, Kagura was still trapped- and her every move was monitored. She could only admire Sesshōmaru from afar. She could only try to bribe him to destroy Naraku for her, and yet he turned away any and all offers, telling her to kill Naraku herself.
It was so frustrating.
But… Irene also has a unique power, one that… can break barriers. It could be useful against Naraku. Unfortunately, she’s most likely already dead. Anastasia won’t be getting her soul. Kagura can’t use either priestess now. But if Sesshōmaru decided to revive Irene, then… she may still have a chance.
Kagura doesn’t care whether Irene lives or dies, but she does have some usefulness to her, and she knows that if she prevents her from surviving then she would have not only Inuyasha and his friends after her, but mostly likely Sesshōmaru as well. The last person Kagura wanted to cross was the demon lord.
Naraku seemed to know this.
Of course he knows it. That’s why he’s giving her the order. Gritting her teeth, it took all the demoness had to keep her expression neutral, the woman flicking the fan open and holding it over the lower half of her face as she slowly stood. Such a cruel bastard.
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath- then leveled Naraku’s stare with her own.
“And what of Anatasia?” Kagura asked. “She’s already managed to return to the castle. She even brought guests.”
Naraku let out a low chuckle. “I’m aware.” As if to prove his point, the buzzing of the Saimyōshō could be heard. The bugs were floating just outside the glowing violet window of his room. Turning his head away, Naraku looked down- a small smirk forming on his pale face. “I believe it’s due to she that Inuyasha’s mortal friends are able to breathe in this airless miasma. She must have given them barrier stones after leading them here.’
“And?” Kagura snapped her fan shut, tapping it against her chin. She narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you want to do about it?”
“...Nothing.” He said. That startled her. “I will allow her to do as she pleases. It may just prove interesting.”
“...You’re a sick man.” Kagura told him after a moment of silence, before reaching a hand to her hair bun and pulling out a moth feather that was pinned in it. Holding it up in the air, there was a gust of wind and then she was gone, flying away by slicing a hole in the ceiling with her dance of blades.
As debris fell to the ground, Naraku started to chuckle again, but then his chuckle turned into a laugh, and the artificial half-demon finally moved, leaning forward and resting a palm to the ground beneath him, turning to look at the doorway where a figure began to approach. A large grin spreading across his crazed features, Naraku’s red eyes flashed dangerously.
“It’s about time you got here. I’m honored that you came to visit me…”
From the shadows, emerged a man with long silver-hair and cold amber eyes.
“...Lord Sesshōmaru.”
…
Sesshōmaru was growing tired of these games.
He was especially growing tired of seeing such a creature leer at him, as if he had already won against him. Amber eyes burned into Naraku like molten gold, filled with barely restrained fury and disgust. “You’re a righteous fool, Naraku. Did you truly abduct Rin and Irene as a means to try and lure me here?”
“Well,” Naraku mused, leaning back in his seat, “if I sent you an invitation, I doubt you would have come.”
“Naraku…” Sesshōmaru began, his cold gaze hardening even further into an icy glare. “Do me the honor of at least recognizing that I am not here simply to save a pair of humans.” Jaken, who had been following closely behind, blinked at those words and looked up at the demon lord, quite surprised by the declaration. “Did you truly believe that taking them as your hostages would work against me? I knew you’d be here, so I came. That is all. Your idiocy astounds me.”
“Oh, but of course.” Naraku said, not bothering to hide his amused grin. The insults went completely ignored. “You of all people seem to despise taking orders from others. You will not kill Inuyasha when told to do so… nor did you come here to look for those girls.” He then paused, most certainly for dramatic effect. “I realize…”
His crimson gaze flitted over to meet Sesshōmaru’s golden one.
“...that you are here to kill me.”
Sesshōmaru let out a small hum, a small smirk curling upon the silver-haired demon lord’s lips. Naraku truly was a fool. “You sound as if you believe you’ve led me into your trap.”
The artificial half-demon said nothing, merely staring up at him unbothered. Curiosity began to slither its way into his eyes, however. “I must admit… I didn’t think you would concern yourself with that mortal priestess, Sesshōmaru. That child was surprising enough, and yet… heh.”
Naraku shook his head, thick black locks of curly hair spilling over his shoulders in waves and framing his face. His twisted grin broadened, and as he smiled at the demon lord his crimson eyes fluttered with ill intent.
“You have so much pride. You can’t allow someone to get away with taking something that belongs to you. I knew you wouldn’t stand back and let it happen, but to help that priestess escape?” A laugh pulled its way out of his throat, and Naraku raised a brow, his clawed fingers curling over his smiling lips. “Lord Sesshōmaru, I’m starting to think you’ve gone soft. Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for that pathetic human woman?”
“What are you talking about?” The demon lord demanded, flexing his fingers as he raised a hand into the air, ready to tear into Naraku’s abominable flesh. Every word out of that creature’s mouth was utter nonsense. “Perhaps later I’ll have you explain yourself…”
His bones crackled as his claws glinted in the ominous light, his amber eyes seeming just a bit brighter than usual, blue lining the black of his pupils.
“If you should survive the night, that is.”
The blood red moon was still high in the sky. That means that the demon lord has plenty of time to rip this abomination limb from limb, in retribution of the betrayal he set upon him by burning his flesh with that wretched arm he once gave him, and as payback for the many insults set upon him since. This night, especially.
Abducting Rin? Insinuating that he, Sesshōmaru, held feelings for Irene? It was already an insult to his intelligence by acting as though Sesshōmaru had fallen into whatever trap he had laid, but to say to his face or even think for a moment that he was in love with a mere mortal?
Sesshōmaru wasn’t going to just kill Naraku now. No, that would be too merciful. He’s going to make him suffer.
He was Sesshōmaru, the eldest and most powerful son of the great dog demon general, Tōga. He was not so weak as to be trifled with feelings of attachment or burdened by such pathetic emotions as love. Loving a human is what caused his father’s miserable death, and loving a human is what caused his already pathetic half-brother to be sealed to a tree in an endless sleep for fifty years. Sesshōmaru was unlike either of them, and he despised being told that he was.
Unlike his father and half-brother, Sesshōmaru’s heart wasn’t weak.
He didn’t come here to save Rin or Irene. That was not his ultimate goal. He came here to kill Naraku, knowing that was why they were abducted. The artificial half-demon had used them to lure him here, and knowing he was scheming something Sesshōmaru did as expected. He wasn’t so pathetic as to be affected by something such as the humans under his care being taken or used against him.
If anything, he merely found it to be a nuisance.
The smell of Irene’s blood was disgusting. Even now, it seemed to overpower the heavy miasma surrounding the castle. It burned his senses, the scent so strong he could almost taste it on his tongue.
She was a dying woman, and was surely dead now with those wounds and that sickly body of hers. She gave everything she had to protect Rin- to the point where she couldn’t even feel the extreme pain her body was in. She just smiled at Sesshōmaru through the mask, brown eyes sparkling as bright and foolishly as ever despite how quickly the life was fading from her warm gaze.
Naraku…
He really believed he would fall for a human woman like that? The audacity of this creature grows day by day.
“Die!” Sesshōmaru lunged with his claws.
Naraku was quick to leap out of the way, hideous muddy brown claw-like legs appearing out from beneath his attire- soon followed by gross green tentacles as he avoided the attack, the excess body taking up the room even as the floor became destroyed by Sesshomaru’s claws, the demon’s arm tearing halfway into the floorboards as he looked up at Naraku with a glare. The artificial half-demon only grew larger, tearing the castle room and the clothes he was wearing to shreds, and Sesshōmaru wasted no time in avoiding the fallen debris.
Jumping onto a rooftop through the new hole in the ceiling, he watched as Naraku coiled his way outside the building, the bottom half of his body completely transformed. Jaken let out a screech, narrowly escaping getting crushed by wooden beams and bits of wall. “M-M’lord! Wah!”
Sesshōmaru didn’t cast him a second glance, keeping his amber gaze rooted on Naraku as he leapt down to the ground, joining him outside in the courtyard and facing him properly once more. Jaken took that chance to scramble over and hide behind the demon lord, Naraku rising to a remarkable height as bits and pieces of amalgamated demon limbs continued to erupt out of his body.
“What’s he become!?” Jaken exclaimed, utterly horrified by the abomination.
Sesshōmaru was unimpressed. “A collection of rejected demons... This is your true form, Naraku?”
“True form?” Naraku mused. “No… my body is far from being complete.”
A smirk curling onto his lips once more, he sent a large red claw out to stab him- but instead only tore into ground, sending poor Jaken flying while Sesshōmaru leapt gracefully out of the way. The imp screamed and scrambled for safety, taking refuge behind the remains of a wooden column once he had landed.
Sesshōmaru couldn’t help but let out a small scoff as he landed back on his feet, looking up at Naraku in amusement. “You’ll destroy me for refusing to do as you wish?”
Reaching towards the yellow-and-blue sash at his waist, the demon lord pulled out his favored blade, tōkijin. When Naraku lunged at him again, this time with those hideous tentacles, Sesshōmaru easily slashed them to bits.
“Naraku… you’re such a lowly demon.” The silver-haired lord said, the frown finally returning to his lips. “You will never have the power or resources to harm me.”
Naraku just laughed.
The pieces of flesh that Sesshōmaru cut off began to move, and feeling one attach itself to his leg the demon lord looked down, curious by the action but not at all bothered. When Naraku tried to take advantage of him turning his gaze away, Sesshōmaru simply cut those claws and tentacles to bits- senses and instincts far too sharp to be taken unawares in such a way.
The demon lord proceeded to leap into the air, removing the tentacles around his leg, and swung tōkijin continuously, cutting away at any and all parts of Naraku’s filthy abomination of a body that tried to get close. When he landed again, the pieces of flesh fell to the ground, and Sesshōmaru looked down with mild disgust when one landed right on his shoulder guard.
He looked up at Naraku again. It was obvious he was holding back. “How long do you intend to keep up this ludicrous farce?”
The artificial half-demon just continued to smile, chuckling at him. The pieces of flesh that Sesshōmaru hacked up jolted and twitched, slowly moving his way. Sesshōmaru was not blind to this, nor was he threatened by them.
In fact, he found it quite amusing. This filthy vermin truly believed he was a threat to him.
“Naraku, just how long are you planning to ignore me…!?” Sesshōmaru raised his blade, sending forth a strong wave of his demonic energy as he swung tōkijin downward, several long streaks of blue tearing through Naraku’s gigantic body. Blood spurted forth, covering the already crimson ground, and now the entire area was covered in the remains of Naraku’s scattered flesh. “Answer when I speak to you!”
…
Kohaku was nowhere to be seen.
He had completely disappeared. His scent had vanished with the wind, and Inuyasha just knew that it meant nothing good. It was probably part of some trap laid by Naraku, to separate everyone and make them run in circles. The scent of random and unfamiliar demons were pretty strong, too, which meant Kohaku most likely took one of them with him as a steed to help hasten his escape, and lead Sango, Miroku, and Kirara away from the castle- knowing they would follow him.
Kagura should be nearby, too, if things played out as they usually did. Her scent was quite faint, though… fresh, but faint. Did she leave? Why? Where did she go? Maybe she went to help Kohaku.
Inuyasha should go help Sango and Miroku before things go south, but… Naraku and Sesshōmaru were in the castle somewhere.
Naraku and Sesshōmaru, and…
“Anastasia!” Inuyasha growled, his feet coming to an abrupt sliding halt as he approached the hall the undead priestess was standing in.
Based on the demon corpses littering the area, it was the probably a hall Irene had run through trying to escape. He could smell her all over this place. Her and that other human that was with her- that… little girl. He still can’t wrap his head around why Naraku had abducted a child, or what her connection to Sesshōmaru was. It made zero sense. What made even less sense to Inuyasha, though, was how similar Anastasia looked to Irene.
It was so unnerving, seeing the undead priestess turn to look at him. He could hardly find any difference between them at all, save for the lack of any and all emotion on what he normally knew to be a very expressive face. Gripping tetsusaiga, Inuyasha pointed the blade at Anastasia, and when Kagome, Maria, and Shippō finally caught up to him he could hear them let out small gasps, seeing the priestess standing not too far away from him.
“Turns out you were here!” The half-demon exclaimed. “You didn’t think you had us totally fooled, did you? We’re not that stupid, you know!”
“Why did you lead us to this castle?” Kagome asked, gripping her bow tight as she moved to stand beside Inuyasha. “Why did you give us those barrier stones? I don’t understand! Why did you pretend to be Irene?”
The woman said nothing at first, before turning her cold gaze towards the older, auburn-haired foreigner at their side. A fiery red snake coiled around Anastasia’s arms, and she tilted her head with an apathetic stare that sent chills down their spines. “Simple. If anyone could lead me to that girl… it would be you.”
“Why!?” Maria hissed, pushing past everyone and pointing the katana at the undead copycat of her younger sister. She was still filled with so much rage and grief, and she needed someone or something to take it out on fast before her strength left her. “Why Irene!? Why do you look like her!? Why do you want her!? Why not me!?”
Anything would be better than losing her little sister. Maria’s already lost so much throughout her life, both in her own time period and in this one. She can’t bear to lose Irene, too. Anastasia originally wanted Maria’s soul, didn't she? Why did that have to change just because Irene could somehow summon spirits?
The undead priestess stared at the freckled-faced woman for several long seconds before closing her eyes. When she opened them again, her cold chocolate brown gaze met Maria’s burning hazel green ones directly.
“Because,” Anastasia said calmly, “it is the soul of a descendant that I need.”
What?
“That girl has the spirits that abandoned me, and I want them back. You do not. As for why we look alike… I suppose one can only say that it is fate at play. Fitting, considering it is fate that has long-since been changed. Perhaps… it has always been this way. Or perhaps… the gods decided to take matters into their own hands. Whatever it may be, it matters not.”
Dark lashes fluttering, her apathetic brown eyes flashed with something Inuyasha dared to describe as hate.
“Her soul will be mine in the end.”
Confusion flitted across Maria’s angry features at her words, her grip on her blade faltering, and Kagome’s hands flew up to her mouth in shock, understanding dawning on her as all the pieces clicked into place. “We wondered about it before, but…”
“We thought it was impossible.” Shippō continued, stunned by this reveal. “Irene said she didn’t have any ancestors or relatives in Japan!”
“But… Anastasia isn’t Japanese.” Inuyasha realized, glancing back at them from over his shoulder. “She’s from the same place Irene is.”
“And if Irene looks like Anastasia because she’s her descendant…” Kagome added.
“Then that makes her trying to kill Irene all the more twisted.” Inuyasha finished with growl. He turned his molten gold glare back towards the undead priestess. “Just what the hell is wrong with you!?”
“What’s wrong with me…?” Anastasia echoed. For once, emotion flashed across her pale and empty features- an anger that’s been suppressed for many long years. She threw her arm out to the side, and her sleeves and fingertips erupted with red flame. “That I am cursed to live in this form without a living soul! That I am unable to so much as bleed! I am ageless and undying, and have been cast away from that which I love! No one and nothing will stop me from claiming that pathetic girl’s soul!”
Maria was shaking now, the rage that twisted her features near identical to the rage twisting Anastasia’s own. Before Inuyasha could bark out another insult, the auburn-haired woman was already running, slashing at Anastasia with her sword. “Irene is not pathetic!”
She’s sickly and weak and not very bright, but she isn’t pathetic. She’s strong.
Irene has become so strong that Maria barely recognized her.
She didn’t need the protection of her older sister anymore, because she was now able to defend herself. But she was still weak, and able to be killed, and there had been so much of her blood outside and on her clothes and then she was gone with that dragon and little girl, and this wretched look-alike is talking about stealing her soul when Maria doesn’t even know if Irene is already dead. It’s so…
Infuriating.
Maria wants to tear this undead priestess to pieces. She wants to tear her limb from limb. Unfortunately, Anastasia easily sidestepped Maria’s blow and shot out a blast of fire from her palm, sending the woman stumbling as it hit her hard in the back of her armor.
“You should be thanking me.” Anastasia stated coldly, watching as Maria whirled around to glare at her with crazed, tear-filled eyes. “That girl is fated to die young, just as I had. I’m doing her a favor, putting her out of her misery. At least in me, her soul will live on.”
“Shut up!” Maria roared, spinning on her heel and charging again. She slashed, left and right and left again, and then lunged forward, but Anastasia was agile. She easily sidestepped each swing of the blade. “Irene’s soul is Irene’s! It will not be belonging to you! Not now, not ever!”
“Tch.” Inuyasha clicked his tongue, watching the battle between ancestor and descendant take place, before deciding it was time to end this. He raised the tetsusaiga up over his shoulder, preparing to swing. “Ancestor or not, you’re already dead, right? So it’s fine if we kill you again!”
“I-Inuyasha, wait-!” Kagome cried, reaching a hand out to try and stop him, but he was already gone.
He was running full speed at the undead priestess, and Maria hurriedly jumped back to avoid the swing of the sword that ended up burying itself into the floorboards when Anastasia avoided getting hit again. “Stay still, you selfish corpse!”
Whirling around, Inuyasha faced Anastasia with enraged amber eyes, swinging the tetsusaiga one more time with all his might.
“Wind Scar!”
…
Naraku’s laughter echoed throughout the castle grounds.
Sesshōmaru was completely surrounded by the remains of the artificial half-demon’s body. Naraku’s plan was close to completion. Just a little more, and then the demon lord would be swallowed up and absorbed by the bits and pieces of his body, becoming one with Naraku. He would have the power of a full demon at last.
Unfortunately, outside forces never failed to intervene- and Naraku’s laugh was soon cut short as the sound of a huge explosion reached his ears. Crimson eyes flickering to the side, there was no missing the view of the large plumes of smoke and dust, part of the castle having exploded from a gigantic wave of demonic energy and wind pressure.
Inuyasha.
Kohaku was currently preoccupied leading Sango and Miroku away, and Kagura was currently following on his orders to hunt down Irene and Rin, so he knew it wasn’t either of them that were fighting. Which meant- ah, of course. Anastasia. She must be furious, having her dear descendant escape.
“Naraku.” Sesshōmaru called, catching his attention. “You seem rather preoccupied with what’s inside the castle. Didn’t I already tell you to not ignore me?”
Naraku just let out a low chuckle. “Lord Sesshōmaru, I’m afraid that I’ll have to cut our visit short.”
When the demon lord narrowed his eyes at him, Naraku just smiled wider- gaze sinister and full of greed.
“I am going to eat you for dinner- and have every last bit of your demonic power.”
A large gust of wind picked up then, sending Naraku’s wavy black hair billowing ominously in the wind, almost reminiscent of spider legs, and the pieces of his flesh that the demon lord had cut away and surrounded himself with began to squirm and writhe, before suddenly launching themselves at him. Those bits of flesh curled around Sesshōmaru’s lithe body, attaching themselves onto him and coiling around his limbs.
“I shall have it all for myself!”
…
When the wind and dust cleared, Anastasia was nowhere to be seen.
She had disappeared.
In between the large fissures in the earth Inuyasha’s Wind Scar had created, a scorch mark in the shape of a pentagram could be seen- and all present knew right away that she had used her powers of Shikigami to somehow escape. Maria let out a loud roar upon discovering this, and it didn’t take long for that roar to turn into a wail.
She ended up swinging her katana around blindly in a fit of rage, before getting it stuck in some fallen debris. She kicked and screamed and yanked the blade out just to get it stuck again, and it took Kagome cautiously walking over and calling out to her to get her to stop.
Maria ended up falling to her knees, one hand still gripping the blade stuck in the fallen wooden banister. She brought a hand up to her face, choking back tears and strangling a sob as her lips curled. “M…My sister… she’s…” A hiccup tore out from her throat. “She’s fucking dead and I couldn’t stop it! I couldn’t- I couldn’t save her! And now that bitch is going to- gods fucking damn it-!”
She was speaking English now. Kagome had trouble understanding most of it, but she knew enough to get the gist- and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was so upset over. Though, a part of Kagome couldn’t help but feel that maybe it was a good thing she didn’t understand half of what was being said, because she had a feeling Maria was swearing something unsavory right now.
“Irene…!”
“It’s going to be okay, Maria.” Kagome promised, kneeling down to sit next to her. She made to reach a hand out and rest it on her back, but the woman recoiled violently at the touch- causing the middle schooler to retract her hand. Okay, so maybe that was not the right approach. Unlike Irene, Maria was not someone who could be touched when upset. “I-I know things look bad, but Irene will be okay! I’m sure of it. She’s not… dead.”
The older woman said nothing in response.
Shippō, from atop Kagome’s shoulder, jumped down and ran to stand in front of Maria, trying to get her attention. He looked just as scared as her, tears welling up in his green eyes, but he was trying his best not to cry. “Irene is really strong, Maria! There’s no way Anastasia will get her soul! And… there’s no way a little blood loss can get rid of her, either! I-I’m sure Irene is out there waiting for us to find her! So… let’s stay strong, too, okay? We’ll find her! She’s definitely alive and waiting for us!”
“What Shippō said.” Kagome told her softly, leaning down and folding her hands in her lap. Maria’s body was trembling, her face hidden by the shadows of these dark ruins. “Irene is far from weak- no matter what Anastasia said. Either she’ll find her way back to us, or we’ll find her. You know your sister even better than we do! So you have to know that’s true.”
Did she?
Did Maria really know Irene anymore?
She wasn’t so sure.
But… Kagome was right. Irene was strong. She may get lost very easily, and even just as scared, but she always finds her way in the end. That’s just how she is.
“Y-Yeah.” Maria wiped the tears from her face, fighting the hiccups, and she tried with all her might to believe her smiling, sickly little sister was still alive and would be fine until they found her.
Sesshōmaru wouldn’t have had that dragon carry her to safety if she was just going to die, right?
“Like I said before, she’ll be fine.” Inuyasha huffed, swinging tetsusaiga over his shoulder as he gave the area a once-over, before turning to look at the two women and the fox demon child. Inuysha didn’t have a single clue what Maria had said during that conversation, but it was obvious she had been crying about Irene. “I don’t know what Sesshōmaru is plotting, but whatever it is it doesn’t change the fact that Irene was alive when she escaped here. So I can bet you she’s gonna keep herself alive until we find her. But to do that, we gotta get rid of Naraku first.”
Kagome and Shippō shared a look, then nodded at Inuyasha. Kagome frowned deeply, dark brown eyes burning with determination. “Inuyasha, you go get him. We’ll stay here with Maria. She’s in no condition to fight like this.”
“Heh. That was my plan.” The half-demon smirked. “See ya after I lop off Naraku’s head.”
…
Naraku’s grin grew wider, nearly splitting his face in half, even as Sesshōmaru remained undisturbed by the flesh that wrapped around him. The demon lord glanced at the flesh as if they were no more than an inconvenience, and yet… he made no attempt to free himself of it.
Sesshōmaru simply stared Naraku down as the flesh rose and gathered together, enveloping him completely and trapping him in the darkness. The flesh solidified, sticking to him, swallowing him, and purple vine-like tendrils reached out and dug into the disgusting cocoon, sucking out what power and demonic energy it could.
“At last… I have attained the full powers of a complete demon!”
“Naraku!”
Inuyasha’s voice called out from above, and Naraku inhaled sharply at the sound, the artificial half-demon whirling his head around to see the silver-haired teen flying right at him. The half-demon had wasted no time in rushing from the part of the castle he was in to the courtyard, where the main battle was taking place.
“No wonder you’ve been hiding your true form!” Inuyasha roared, raising tetsusaiga high above his head as he neared. “You’re dead! Wind Scaaaaar!”
“I think not!”
Naraku quickly erected a barrier around himself, a sickening violet light surrounding his large body. He watched with certainty as the demonic energy gathered and swirled around the fang in Inuyasha’s grasp, firmly believing it would do him no harm. And yet, as Inuyasha swung his sword, the blade colored itself red- and the streaks of power that made contact with Naraku’s barrier pushed through it, tearing into his flesh.
Startled, Naraku could only let out a short scream of pain before he caught himself, looking up at the half-demon with shock as the upper half of his body was nearly separated from the amalgamation he had worked so hard to create. He could hardly believe it.
Inuyasha, a half-demon, had broken through his barrier.
He dealt damage to him.
Of all the pests, it was Inuyasha that managed to hurt him.
As the remaining upper half of Naraku’s body fell and collapsed on top of the amalgamation of demon parts, Inuyasha landed on his feet, holding tetsusaiga up high. His features contorted in a hateful glare. The smell of familiar human blood burning his nose only spurred on his rage. “I found you, Naraku! And, today, I’m gonna destroy you!”
Pushing himself up, now missing his right arm, Naraku focused his attention towards the half-demon, crimson eyes colder than ever. “Don’t make me laugh. Do you really think you can slay me?” The mere thought of it was a joke.
Although… Naraku must admit, he underestimated Inuyasha. He never expected him to make it this far, even with Anastasia’s help. He knew fully well that Irene was capable of breaking his barriers, but Inuyasha? This was unexpected. Naraku made quite the mistake in not taking him as a threat more seriously.
Still, it was no matter. There was no way he was capable of actually destroying him.
He was Naraku, a spider from hell.
Not even the sacred jewel itself could rid itself of him.
Body slowly fusing itself back together again despite missing quite a few pieces of flesh, Naraku let out a small chuckle, the corner of his eyes crinkling in wicked amusement. “Inuyasha,” He greeted calmly, assessing the situation now that there’s been a new development, “you’ve grown strong enough to break through my barrier. I’m impressed. You’re not as weak as I originally thought.”
“Naraku, you bastard!” Inuyasha lifted tetsusaiga up with both hands, glaring vehemently at him. “You won’t escape this time! Prepare to die!”
Watching the half-demon run at him, Naraku let out another laugh. His voice was a low growl. “You may have grown more powerful, but you are certainly no match for me. Now perish!” As he spoke, waves of demonic energy radiated off of him, sending his hair billowing around him in thick black tendrils as several tentacles twisted into something sharp, flying towards Inuyasha with the intention to skewer him.
“Not this time!” Inuyasha roared, dodging the attacks and leaping into the air to get a good swing at the bits of flesh that made to pierce him. “Hraaah!”
As the remains fell, Inuyasha landed on his feet with practiced ease and burst out into another run, squashing the shredded bits of flesh as he stepped on them. Naraku’s grin became more manic, having yet to fade even as he sent more tendrils his way. “I’m not done with you yet!”
Each one pierced the earth, digging into it and sending dirt and debris into the air. Sliding around them and lunging left-and-right-and-back-and-left again to avoid those that were chasing him, he swung his sword, cutting them away. “Oh, yeah!?” Inuyasha jumped back again, letting out a much louder growl as he lifted his sword, preparing another area attack. “Take this! Narakuuuu!”
Foolish.
The Wind Scar may have torn through the earth and his flesh, but at this point that’s exactly what Naraku wanted. When Inuyasha tried to approach him, the pieces that he had hacked away began to squirm and come to life, coiling around him and holding the half-demon in place. Inuyasha was more than startled, and could only struggle as the tendrils and pieces of destroyed flesh bound him, preventing him from being able to move.
Most importantly, he was unable to swing his sword.
“Wh-What?” Naraku chuckled darkly as he watched Inuyasha continue to struggle. The pieces of his flesh coiled tighter. “What’s happening-!? Aaaaaaagh!”
“I will engulf you body and soul, just like I did with Sesshōmaru.”
“What!?” Inuyasha couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It wasn’t until he got a good look at what was next to Naraku, a disgusting green cocoon of flesh, pulsing with life, that he understood what was happening and what he had meant. “S-Sesshōmaru!?”
Realizing that that was about to become him, Inuyasha tried to break free once more. Naraku simply shook his head at his pathetic attempts. “You’re too late, Inuyasha. I have already consumed Sesshōmaru. I don’t know that your half-demon power will do me any good… but still, I will absorb your body into my flesh!”
It will be a fitting end for such a pest, and if he can absorb him then perhaps he, too, can use the powers of that mystical sword.
“Don’t assume I’m as a weak as Sesshōmaru!” Inuyasha roared. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, he pushed against the restraints, gripping tetsusaiga tight with one hand and using the claws on his other to try and tear his way free. He pushed with all his might, and Naraku blinked, startled, when the teen actually managed to cut himself free of the flesh. “Hraaaah!”
The next thing he knew, the teen was charging straight at him again.
“This is the end, Naraku! You’re going down this time! Now die!”
In his shock, Naraku was totally unable to defend himself against the Wind Scar that was sent his way. Bone wound up sticking out from his ribcage and arm, his spine clear for all to see, blood dripping from every angle. His left hand was severed from his remaining arm. Tendrils and claws were torn to shreds, twitching and trying to pull themselves back together. Even the cocoon that had swallowed Sesshōmaru had been cut away from him, narrowly protecting Naraku’s main body from the blast, and from the pillar of which the imp was hiding Jaken sobbed- firmly believing his master and lord had been killed.
But then a blue light suddenly emitted from the still-intact cocoon, and bursting free from its flesh was Sesshomaru himself, completely unharmed. Jaken’s sobs grew louder, the imp pleased to see his lord alive, and Inuyasha shot his head up with a small gasp. “Sesshōmaru!”
“M’lord, you’re alive!”
Stepping forward, the demon lord crushed a piece of flesh beneath his foot.
Sesshōmaru raised his gaze slowly, focusing his stare on the wounded enemy. “Naraku… ironic, isn’t it? To think that the flesh that bound me to you, would serve as your shield from Inuyasha’s Wind Scar…”
“Move it!” Inuyasha barked, rushing forward to stand in front of Sesshōmaru. “I’m taking Naraku down!”
The demon lord was not in the mood. He fixated his little brother with a cold stare. “No. Naraku belongs to me.”
“Ha! Not likely!” Inuyasha retorted, turning to face him properly. “This time you won’t interfere!”
The demon lord just stared at him, unimpressed, and only looked away upon hearing a large rumble and crash of Naraku expanding his body further, the abominable creature rising high into the air as more and more tendrils appeared, squirming about in the air. One arm was gone, and another hand was missing, and his entire abdomen was destroyed- his main body still attached to the amalgamation only by his visible and very bloody spine- but the twisted and sadistic smile never once left his face.
“I shall absorb you both while you bicker!” Naraku declared. A loud, maniacal laugh escaped his lips. “Die~!”
Multiple tendrils flew towards the pair of brothers, moving with such speed Inuyasha almost failed to dodge it, but Sesshōmaru leapt out of the way just as fast as he had been attacked. While Inuyasha continued to leap left-and-right, using the momentum of the ground as it was destroyed to hasten his speed, grunting when things got a bit too close for his liking, Sesshōmaru easily maneuvered out of the way of the attacking flesh, floating midair and diving out of the way with next to no effort.
“You can not escape my attacks forever!”
“Just die, will ya!?” Inuyasha exclaimed, narrowing dodging a few more tendrils before sending a haphazard swing of demonic energy his way. As he did so, Sesshōmaru let loose a swing of his own, tearing away flesh-after-after and tendril-after-tendril, and after the two brothers had managed to get most of the attacking flesh out of the way, Inuyasha dug his heels into the ground and jumped, swinging tetsusaiga with all of his might. “This should finish you off, once and for all!”
The smell of Irene’s blood was still so strong. Even through Naraku’s miasma and the remains, it burned Inuyasha’s nose. He had no idea if she was still alive- and she better be alive- but if she was dead then it was Naraku’s fault. He killed her.
He used Kohaku to try and stop her escape, and caused her to lose far too much blood.
At the very least, Inuyasha will avenge her.
He’ll avenge everyone who’s lost their lives and/or have been toyed with and tricked by Naraku. He’ll get his own revenge, too. This bastard won’t get away.
Not if Inuyasha can help it.
Naraku quickly grew alarmed when the Wind Scar spread along his flesh instead of simply tearing through it, the artificial half-demon watching as it rushed towards him with a fervish might. “What’s happening-!?” It was completely without mercy, ripping him from the amalgamation he created, fueled by Inuyasha’s rage, and Naraku could only shout as he fell through the air and landed hard on his front atop the destroyed flesh.
“One more should do it!” Inuyasha exclaimed determinedly, lunging forward and preparing to swing again, but suddenly Sesshōmaru was there by his side, rushing past him. “Huh!?”
“I told you to let me take him.” The demon lord said.
“Back down!”
Sesshōmaru ignored him, instead swinging tōkijin towards the fallen Naraku.
The blue light of the tōkijin and his own demonic energy tore into Naraku’s body, threatening to destroy him, and grinding his teeth together as he fought against the pain Naraku allowed the flesh of his amalgamation to explode, releasing thick waves of deadly miasma. The pair of brothers hurriedly jumped back, and Inuyasha cursed as he covered his face with his sleeve.
The miasma expanded and rose, twisting and swirling into a small tornado of death. From the castle many Saimyōshō appeared, buzzing loudly as they followed after the mess of miasma that was Naraku. The tornado of miasma flew high into the sky, and from it Naraku’s voice could be heard echoing.
“Lord Sesshōmaru,” He said, “I shall withdraw for now.”
Inuyasha felt the spike of demonic energy faster than he could smell it, scorching waves of demonic power radiating from Sesshōmaru’s form and causing the hair on Inuyasha’s neck and ears to stand up. The demon lord’s fangs grew considerably, the whites of his eyes bleeding red as his golden irises flashed blue, his silver hair and fur boa flowing ominously around him. He was enraged, filled with a fury Inuyasha had never seen before. He actually had to take a step back, knowing from experience that his older half-brother was mere seconds away from transforming into his true form.
“You fool!” Sesshōmaru growled, his voice no longer quite normal-sounding. There was something guttural about it, something inhumane, and in the back of his mind Inuyasha wondered if Irene would still speak so highly about his bastard of a brother if she could see him now. He watched as Sesshōmaru bared his fangs- fangs that looked ready to rip out Naraku’s throat, if he could catch him. “Don’t think you can ever escape my grasp!”
But despite the threat, Naraku just laughed. “Lord Sesshōmaru, rather than transforming and hunting me down… shouldn’t you be rushing to the side of those young mortal girls? Oh, what were their names again…? Rin and Irene? It sure would be a shame if something were to happen to them.”
At that, Sesshōmaru’s eyes returned to their usual amber, confusion painting across his face.
“As of this moment, one of my incarnations is on her way to see them. Inuyasha, even you should realize the implications. But I wonder… just how is dear Sango faring against her little brother?”
Oh, that wretched…
Sesshōmaru and Inuyasha could only watch as the miasma-filled tornado disappeared into nothing, taking Naraku with it.
He was absolutely vile, in every sense of the word.
Naraku had separated everyone, knowing he could use it as a means to buy time for him to escape. Sango and Miroku were with Kohaku, and Inuyasha had already chased off Anastasia, but Kagura and Kanna were nowhere to be seen. Unless- “Kagura!”
Sesshōmaru glanced at his brother, expression quickly turning dark as he narrowed his eyes at him.
Clicking his tongue, Inuyasha sheathed his sword, whirling around to glare at Sesshōmaru. “He sent Kagura after Irene! He’s probably going to have Kanna suck out her soul!” He then paused, looking in the direction Naraku had vanished with a grimace. “And he knew I’d have to stay behind to help Sango with Kohaku. Damn him… his scent is completely gone, too. His scent and every trace of his whereabouts.”
He had been so badly injured, there should be some trace of him left behind- but there was nothing. Just the rotten stench of his miasma and the stomach-twisting smell of Irene’s blood.
Taking a deep breath, Inuyasha tried to figure out what to do. He needed to save Irene, but before that he needed to make sure Sango and Miroku were okay. But if he went to them first, Irene might already be dead. She might already be dead now, assuming she died before Kagura could reach her. “Damn it… what do I do!?”
Who does he help?
“Wait…” At that moment, Irene’s words flashed through his mind. He looked at Sesshōmaru over his shoulder, angry and fearful for his friends’ safety and so very conflicted about what he should do, and even more so about the advice he really didn’t want to take. “He said Rin. Is that the little kid Irene was with? Did Naraku take her hostage, too?”
Inuyasha doesn’t know what his older brother is doing with a human, but if they’re somehow connected then… maybe- just this once- he can rely on Sesshōmaru’s strength. He can trust him to save Irene.
Gods, the very thought made him want to cringe and throw up.
When Sesshōmaru made no effort to answer Inuyasha’s question, the half-demon scowled. "Well? Did he or didn't he?"
The demon lord just stared at him for a moment, before turning away and slowly rising off of the ground, the fur boa he wore growing in length and wrapping around his legs, flowing behind him as he flew off into the air… towards the direction Irene’s blood scent led. Inuyasha furrowed his brows, his jaw clenching tight, as he gripped the handle of tetsusaiga nervously.
“Waaait!” Jaken wailed loudly, chasing after Sesshōmaru with his staff held in both hands. “Please, don’t leave me behind!”
Inuyasha really doesn’t want to pin his hopes on Sesshōmaru. He doesn’t want to trust him to help with anything, nonetheless the life of a friend. But he does have a track record of saving Irene, for some reason or other, so maybe just this one time will be alright…? Especially since one of his own people seems to be involved?
Irene…
“Please, stay alive!” Inuyasha muttered, taking off in the direction he could smell Sango and Miroku’s scents. “Don’t you dare die on us!”
Notes:
This turned out way longer than I had intended, but I guess I had a little too much fun writing Naraku's PoV. He's such an evil lil' bastard. We also got some Kagura in there, too! Which was interesting to write, to say the least, seeing as I don't think I've written much in her PoV before- save for, like, that one time when she was chained up and healing from the burns Irene gave her.
Sesshomaru: I hate humans 😡
Also Sesshomaru: How dare you kidnap my humans 👿 they are the only humans I'm okay with.And because I guess it wasn't very clear- Irene IS dead. That's why her thoughts trailed off last chapter. She died mid thought, thinking that she truly didn't deserve such kindness in being able to see everyone one last time. It's one big rollercoaster, lol. *Hands you tissues and blankets and hugs* Naraku is very determined to make sure Irene stays dead, though. Mwahahahaha~! I am evil. Not as evil as him, but still quite very evil. And Inuyashaaaaaaa~ hopefully his character development over Sesshomaru is making sense.
In the game, Naraku is the one who does the big ancestor/descendant reveal- but I decided to make Anastasia do it instead. Mostly because A) Irene is dead, so she obviously can't hear it, unlike the MC in the game. B) Sesshomaru is busy fighting Naraku. And C) I just wanted to give her a bit more development and insight into her ambitions.
As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! Let me know what you think in the comments. 💕💕💕
Chapter 32: Someone to Protect
Notes:
If the flow of this doesn't make sense, I might just cry.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Her body was cold.
Cold and lifeless. No matter how hard Rin tried to listen, she couldn’t find a heartbeat- and the older woman’s chest was completely still. Irene wasn’t breathing. She wasn’t breathing, they were sitting in a pool of her blood, and her skin was a frightful pale. She was…
Irene was- “No! B-Big Sister, please! Please, wake up!”
This can’t be happening. Not again.
Rin had watched from inside a pile of hay as her father and brothers were slain by bandits. They had hid her there to protect her, using her small size to her advantage. They had tried to fight them off. But they failed and they died, and she watched as the bandits slaughtered her brothers and father before attacking her mother, dragging her off to somewhere for something before leaving after setting the village aflame. When Rin had finally come out of hiding, she found her mother’s dead body bare, stripped free of her kimono, bruises in the shape of handprints around her neck.
The village barely pulled itself back together after the way it was destroyed and how so many lives had been lost, and despite her now being an orphan they had kept her around, letting her live in an empty hut near the forest. They didn’t like her, she knew. Before she lost her family, they always found her to be too talkative. After she lost her family, they found her creepy because she didn’t talk at all.
They got mad at her over the smallest things. They hit her whenever they believed she did something wrong. If they just told her not to, she wouldn’t have done whatever it was she did again. They could have asked. But, instead, they just shouted and kicked her, grabbing her by the front of her tattered kimono and tossing her back onto the dirt. She knew that if she had been killed instead of her brothers, the villagers wouldn’t have cared at all.
In fact, Rin was pretty sure they would have preferred it.
But, one day, when Rin was looking for mushrooms in the forest to eat, she saw this light come down from the sky. She was curious, despite the dangers, and so she followed it. When she arrived where she thought it landed, she saw him. Lord Sesshōmaru. He was badly wounded and covered head-to-toe in dirt and blood, and when he heard her approach… he shot up and growled at her, his fangs sharp and deadly, his crimson eyes as red as the blood that stained him. He was a demon.
He was a demon, and… he was dying.
Rin had already seen her brothers die. She watched her father lose his head right in front of her. She was a scared little girl who had lost everything at once and no longer had anything at all, yet was still determined to do everything she could just so that she wouldn’t have to see another person die. Rin wanted to save this strange demon, in the way that she couldn’t save her family, even if it meant potentially invoking the rage of the villagers.
It didn’t stop Lord Sesshōmaru from refusing all the food and water she tried to give him, but…
After she returned, having received a rather harsh beating from the village men after trying to take some fish from the preserve, Lord Sesshōmaru spoke to her. He didn’t even look at her; it was as if he could tell from scent alone she was injured, and he had asked, “Where did you get those bruises…?”
Ever since her family had been killed and she had stopped talking, no one had shown her the slightest concern. It took all she had not to start crying on the spot, though there was no hiding the smile that had spread across her face. He was a demon, an incredibly powerful one, and yet… despite Rin having always been told that demons would devour her on the spot given the chance, he never hurt her. Aside from when he first growled at her, he never tried to threaten her.
He was the only adult she’s seen in the few years since her family’s deaths that’s cared enough to ask over her health.
Lord Sesshōmaru had done what the humans in her village didn’t, and had refused to do everything that they did. Even if it was just curiosity, like he had claimed, he still cared enough to ask about the bruises. Even if she was annoying him by trying to nurse him, a powerful demon, back to health, he never got angry or tried to hit her. He was kind.
He was… the only one Rin could think to go to when the wolves attacked.
She doesn’t really remember anything after tripping over the tree root when she had been running away, but she does remember waking up in his one arm, the demon lord looking quite surprised to see her awake. When she stood up, he walked away- and after a moment of confusion and careful consideration, Rin decided to follow him. She didn’t want to go back to the village.
She didn’t even know if there was a village left to go back to.
But Lord Sesshōmaru didn’t seem to mind her tagging along, and eventually even brought her a new kimono to wear since her current one was covered in dried blood and torn all over. Whenever Master Jaken yelled at her after she started to speak again, the imp finding her annoying and telling her that she talked too much, Lord Sesshōmaru would silence him with a glare or a boot to the face. No matter how many questions she asked him, or how long she talked to him, Lord Sesshōmaru never told her to be quiet.
For the first time since she lost her parents and brothers, Rin was… happy.
And then she met Irene, a woman she quickly took a liking to. Rin was a bit suspicious of her at first, as she was human and humans could be a lot scarier than demons, but Irene was quick to quell her fear with a few jokes.
Rin did think Irene was actually a demon when she saw how pale she was up close and how unfamiliar her features were, but she quickly put that thought away when the woman explained that she was actually just sickly. When Irene asked about the flowers, Rin didn’t waste time to explain what she was doing, happy to talk to someone about the bouquets she was making as Master Jaken refused to do so, and when she found out Irene knew Lord Sesshōmaru? And that he saved her life?
The little girl couldn’t have been more excited.
There was so much she didn’t know about the person who saved her and who has been taking care of her, and now there was this woman in front of her that would be able to tell her more about him. If he saved her, then Lord Sesshōmaru must like her, right? He doesn’t like a lot of people- at least, Rin doesn’t think he does- and is very quiet. He doesn’t really share things about himself. He doesn’t even stop to say “I’m hungry” or anything of the like.
But if he saved this lady in front of her- several times, in fact, then…
He must really like her!
She’s actually quite pretty, too, Rin noticed after getting a better look at her. Her hair was a fluffy dark chocolate brown and she had really warm, round brown eyes. Her lashes were so dark and long, and her smile was so bright and welcoming. Her clothes reminded Rin a little bit of a shrine priestess that visited a long time ago, though they did look a bit different. Rin’s never heard of a demon and a priestess getting along before, but it wasn’t as if Lord Sesshōmaru was like other demons, and Irene was probably different from normal priestesses, too.
Yeah, Rin decided that she liked Irene. She was really friendly and fun, and offered to help her pick flowers. Lord Sesshōmaru even kept the flowers Irene gave him in the armor he wore. Regardless of what Master Jaken said, Lord Sesshōmaru did like her.
Which meant that Rin could call totally her Big Sister.
Rin just… didn’t think things would come to this. She never could have imagined that Irene was sick because she was dying, or that she would get so badly hurt trying to protect Rin while they escaped the castle of their captor. She never imagined that… she would have to watch Irene die.
“Please, wake up!” Rin grabbed at Irene’s lifeless form with her tiny hands, shaking her lightly by the front of her kimono, before leaning over and sobbing into her chest. “P-Please! Say something! D-Don’t die, too! I… I just met you! I-I wanted to know more about you!”
Rin wanted Irene to travel with them.
She wanted to see her and the demon lord walk together, side-by-side. Rin wanted to run up to them and show them the new flowers she picked, or try the edible mushrooms she found. She wanted to talk to them about her day, and ask them about how they met. She wanted to know all about how Lord Sesshōmaru first saved her.
Rin wanted to know so many things, and wanted to talk to them about so many things, but now…
“Big Sister…”
Suddenly, Ah-Un lifted their heads up, letting out a small and muffled roar. Flooded by her emotions, Rin almost didn’t notice, but when they made the sound again the girl sniffled and looked up, confused by what was making them so unnerved.
“Wh-What is it, Ah-Un?” She asked, voice a shaky whimper as she rubbed a sleeve against her face. She blinked fiercely to clear her vision. Rin didn’t seem to notice the blood that was now on her hands and clothes. She just followed the demon dragon’s gaze, and when she saw what it was that Ah-Un was looking at her eyes widened and horror dawned upon her childish features. “Th-That’s-! What is that!?”
In the distance was a black cloud. One that morphed and moved and shifted, floating with incredible speed. It was heading in their direction. From that black cloud flew out hundreds, maybe even thousands, of demons. Rin had no idea what the exact number was, there were far too many to count; all she knew was that there was a lot, and that there was no way she was going to be able to get Irene’s lifeless body up on Ah-Un’s back without help.
Unfortunately, she had left Master Jaken behind in her panic, rushing to get Irene to safety so she could try and tend to her wounds.
Wounds that… Rin failed to make stop bleeding.
“A-Ah-Un!” The little girl pushed herself up onto her feet, nearly falling over when her legs momentarily lost their strength, before stumbling over to the front of the dragon.
Standing on her tiptoes, she reached up and yanked off their muzzles, freeing their mouths of their bindings. The two-headed demon let out a loud roar upon being freed, and after Rin moved out of the way, two large golden orbs shot out from their mouths and went flying towards the approaching horde.
The little girl watched with very little relief when it blasted through a few of the demons. “W-We have to keep Big Sister safe!”
At least… until they can bury her body.
Irene gave her life to save her; the least Rin can do is make sure she has a proper burial. She’s sure Lord Sesshōmaru would want that for her, too. Inhaling shakily, Rin lowered her hands and curled them close to her chest, turning back to look up at the demons, the dread settling deep into her stomach as she watched the horde head directly towards them. They were far too close for comfort now.
“Lord Sesshōmaru…” Rin whispered, fearful, the tears starting to well up again. “Please, hurry!”
Ah-Un can only do so much to protect them.
…
It was… quiet.
There was nothing but silence and mist surrounding me. The mist was thick and foggy, making it difficult to see anything aside from the bones that littered the area. For a while, because of it, I thought I was falling. Then I realized I was actually floating. My body felt so weightless, yet my eyelids felt so heavy. It was a strange sensation.
At first, I wasn’t sure where I was. I just knew it wasn’t the inside of my soul.
In fact, I think… I was my soul now.
I vaguely recall running and battling, trying to protect someone, and then collapsing. There was red- so much red- and then… silver.
Silver and gold.
A full moon colored in the most beautiful crimson I’ve ever seen.
A child’s voice, crying out for me.
I think… I died. No. I know I died. I had been preparing for it for quite some time now. I was expecting it. What had happened again? I think… maybe… Yes, that’s it. I remember now. I died trying to fend off Kohaku, while protecting Rin as we made our escape. How could I have forgotten? And this weightlessness I feel- it must be because this wasn’t my real body.
My body was left behind in the world of the living. This was actually my soul. I was even dressed in the turtleneck and jeans I was wearing before the mixup with Anastasia, no longer donning the tattered blood-stained kimono.
And if my body was left behind and my soul is here, then… that means the connection I have to the spirits is gone, too. It was severed upon my death. I can’t even sense my familiar. Hah… it was such a strange feeling. We had been connected for so long that I didn’t even realize I could sense them, but now that the connection was severed it was impossible to not notice their absence. Hmm. This weird mist-filled place… is it the afterlife?
It feels… odd.
Why am I simply floating about? Where am I floating to? It feels like my soul is being led somewhere, and I’m not entirely sure if I like it.
A bit disturbed by the bones scattered about and by the fact that I could hardly see anything through this fog, I reached my hands out and fought against the weird force that was guiding me forward. I dove down below the mist, pushing through and peering into the abyss.
“Oh.” I blinked, rather startled and taken aback by what I saw. “Now that’s a big set of bones.”
It towered over every other skeleton in this place, ten- no, a hundred times the size of them all, and was clad in magnificent armor. It was surrounded by rock formations and large stone pillars, almost as though a great battle had taken place there, and its skull… looked vaguely reminiscent of a dog’s? It was also missing part of a large fang from it’s mouth, and moss and other bits of foliage had taken to coiling around the armor and bones, having grown and spread there over time.
Maybe… nah. I’m so curious, though.
This has got to be, like, the gateway to the afterlife, right? Otherwise there wouldn’t be some weird invisible force trying to push and pull me around to someplace. It should be fine if I take a little detour to check that place out. Right? I don’t have to move on immediately after death. I can stay as a ghost or something for a while.
Curiosity may have killed the cat, but I’m already dead- and people always forget the second half of the saying, where satisfaction brought it back.
It’ll be fine.
…
Rin had started trying to lift Irene up on her back, grabbing her by the arms and leaning against Ah-Un’s side. The two-headed dragon did their best to help her, crouching down low while shooting blasts of energy at any demons that moved a bit faster than the rest of the horde. One of the dragon’s heads turned to bite at Irene’s kimono, helping Rin lift her up onto its back.
The little girl let out an exhausted huff, breathing heavily as she made sure the woman’s body was safely draped across the saddle in front of her, before grabbing the reins and flicking. “We have to go! Fly, Ah-Un!”
…
Mistakes have been made.
The skeleton was even bigger up close. It was even more terrifying up close. I almost turned back to follow the call of the afterlife, but after a moment’s hesitation I flew closer, debating what it was I even wanted to do once I reached it. I ended up settling for floating near the skull, observing it curiously and trying to figure out if it really was the skull of a dog demon or not. I honestly wasn’t sure what it was.
The armor did remind me a lot of a certain demon lord, however. “I feel like…”
Reaching out, feeling a strange pull towards these remains, I rested a hand to the nose of the skull.
“...I should know you…?”
There was something awfully familiar about it. An aura, perhaps, that I recognized.
A warmth.
…
Rin let out a terrified squeal as she ducked her head, avoiding a blade made of wind that tried to hit her as Ah-Un flew through the air. The two-headed dragon let out an enraged roar upon hearing the human shout, knowing she was nearly hit, and they whirled around, opening their mouths and letting out two very large blasts of demonic energy.
“Wh-What demon was that!?” It was hard to see who had attacked her when there were so many demons after them. Rin recoiled in horror when one centipede-looking creature appeared suddenly by her side, clicking its mandibles in preparation to eat her. “Gah!”
She could only squeeze her eyes shut when it lunged, bracing herself for what was inevitably going to be the end.
…
Nothing could have prepared me for the clawed hand that shot out from the bone skull, a pair of long fingers coiling around my wrist.
A startled scream ripped out of my throat when I was yanked into the skeleton, through the skull, and I continued to scream as I fell, being dragged into the depths of the giant long-since decayed corpse by some sort of fellow spirit. When the warmth of the hand finally disappeared from my wrist, I found myself hurtling towards what could only be the stomach.
The stomach that was filled to the brim with skulls of miscellaneous demons and humans. Oddly enough, half of the stomach and remains looked like they had been melted.
Landing on my front, my eyes squeezed shut, fully expecting to be hit with pain, it was only after that I remembered that I was already dead and therefore couldn’t feel anything that I tentatively opened my eyes, blinking and looking around in confusion. Mist was slowly starting to gather inside the skeleton’s belly, wrapping around us and trying to make it hard to see again, trying to push against me and pull me back to where I had come from. It was gathering thickly- and with great speed.
And yet…
I could still clearly tell there was someone else here with me, their silhouette not completely hidden by the fog.
…
Rin had braced herself for it, and yet the end never came.
Instead, she heard the strangled cries of the centipede demon as it was torn to shreds, and when she looked up the tears that fell from her eyes were ones of relief. “Lord Sesshōmaru!”
The demon lord had appeared in a flash of blue light, swinging tōkijin and slicing the demon in half. His amber eyes narrowed darkly as he watched the creature’s remains tumble to the earth below, before he turned his attention to the army of demons that were approaching.
Naraku truly was a despicable fool.
Using Rin and Irene as a means to buy time to escape…
Next time, Sesshōmaru will not allow him such an opportunity.
The demon lord flew upwards, flying towards the quickly approaching horde, and every time he passed by a stray piece of vermin he sliced them in half with the tōkijin, swinging the blade with grace and with ease, clearing the sky a few demons at a time. When several blades of wind came hurtling towards him, he spun and blocked the attack, sending the blades off course and into several unsuspecting demons.
The scent of the wind- he recognizes it.
He can smell Naraku’s incarnation. She was hiding amongst the horde, hiding from him. She didn’t want him to see her.
She didn’t want him to find her.
Lips tilting down ever so slightly, Sesshōmaru raised tōkijin high in the air, deciding enough was enough. He may not have the power of tetsusaiga, but he has more than enough demonic power of his own to make up for it. As he swung the sword the blade shone blue, and a large dragon took form and coiled around Sesshōmaru.
Raising his voice, which held an undertone of barely kept rage, he shouted, “Dragon Strike!”
Energy crackled and exploded, surging forward and destroying everything in its path. It ripped through the army mercilessly, tearing into and disintegrating the demons until there was nothing- not even bones- left of them. Only a few demons remained after that attack, the cry of the blue dragon echoing in the air as it faded.
Most notably, the scent of the wind sorceress, Kagura, had disappeared.
She flew away, not wishing to meet her death at his hands, knowing better than to provoke him further. Sesshōmaru tsk’d and sheathed his blade, deciding to lunge at the last few demons with his claws, when suddenly… Rin let out a scream.
“Big Sister!”
Sesshōmaru’s eyes widened just a fraction as he whirled around, and what he saw had sent him into action, the demon lord flying towards the body of the woman that had been snatched from the two-headed dragon steed. A medium-sized ogre demon was carrying her away, opening its mouth wide like it was about to bite a large chunk out of her throat.
It was about to devour her.
That filthy creature had the audacity to not only put its hands on that woman’s corpse, but to try to eat her in his presence?
“Disgusting vermin!” Sesshōmaru growled, appearing by its side in an abrupt flash, his claws glowing green as they sliced off its head.
What remained of its body was quickly melted by his poison, and the arms that had been holding Irene’s corpse had let go, sending her falling through the air once more. Rin and Ah-Un hurried to catch her, but were soon held up by the remaining demons. The two-headed dragon was quick to kill them. “L-Lord Sesshōmaru! Big Sister is-“
He was already on his way, his fur boa and long silver hair flowing behind him as he dove to catch the dead priestess.
…
When the person stepped forward, their visage now clear enough for me to properly make out, I could only stare, unable to believe what it was I was seeing. He was not at all what I thought had grabbed me, and even more to the point his appearance had completely baffled me. I laid there on the bone-covered ground in shock, staring with wide eyes as he approached.
“At last, we meet.” The stranger greeted, his voice far deeper than literally any I’ve ever heard before. I didn’t even know voices could go that deep. If I were alive I’m certain my own voice would have caught itself in my throat, my heart threatening to leap out of my chest. His gentle smile was breathtaking. “You are truly a gifted priestess, being able to call me here.”
He was a young man, maybe Maria’s age, maybe a bit older. He was mid thirties at most. His skin was a dark tan and his long silver hair was pulled back in an elegant style fit for a warrior. His amber eyes were so piercing, yet… somehow kind, and he had a long fur boa that split in two and trailed behind him. His body was also transparent, as though he were a spirit- a soul- just like I was, but that did little to quell the sheer aura of power that radiated from his form.
He… also looked like… “Inuyasha?”
The man blinked at what I said, then barked out a hearty laugh, clapping his hands together. “So you know both of my sons! You truly are an impressive mortal.”
Uh… what?
“You should not be here.” He continued to say, stepping forward, but instead of sitting up or standing like a sensible person I just continued to lay on the half-melted skulls, wide-eyed and gaping. I watched as the demon lord walked even closer, stopping only once he was in front of me, before blatantly staring when he knelt down and extended a hand out to me. “This is the border between the living world and the afterlife. By all means, you should have already passed on.”
That… explains a lot. My previous suspicions were correct. The weird force I had felt earlier really was trying to guide me to the afterlife.
A smile then spread across the man’s lips. “But it does not matter. If I am right about my eldest, you shall not be here long.”
His eldest? Wait, he called Inuysha one of his sons earlier. This person… is his father? Wait, but if he’s his father, then the eldest he mentioned could only be… “Sesshōmaru?”
“Yes.” The man looked quite amused by something. “He’s a stubborn one, isn’t he? Perhaps it was my fault he turned out that way; I was… more neglectful than I should have been. It was not until I met Inuyasha’s mother that I learned the error of my ways. Unfortunately, by then… it was too late. Sesshōmaru despised humans, and only sought power. His heart was devoid of all compassion. My son would not accept any of my teachings. But now…”
His golden eyes flickered mischievously when I finally gathered up the courage to take the hand that was offered, and I let out a small yelp when he pulled me onto my feet.
Okay, yeah, he was definitely Inuyasha’s dad. Jeez. I almost crashed right into him.
When I had regained my balance, I blinked again and looked at the hand I was holding, surprised by the warmth I could feel from it. It was seriously familiar. Where did I feel it before, though? It wasn’t like I had ever met him before, as he had died long before I was ever summoned here to the Feudal Era, but something about him makes it feel like I have. It almost felt like I was meeting an old friend.
I could sense the demon lord staring at me as I grabbed his hand with both of mine, furrowing my brows as I tried to recall where I had felt this warmth before.
Was it because he reminded me so much of Inuyasha…? Or was it because he was Sesshōmaru’s father?
Suddenly, he lifted his other hand and rested it atop both of mine, causing me to inhale sharply and raise my head. Startled brown met gentle gold, and the demon lord smiled at me. He was tall, taller than his eldest son, and his smile was so soft. I wondered if Inuyasha or Sesshomaru would have his smile, if they could ever bring themselves to do so. There was something in his gaze, too- something I couldn’t quite describe.
Pride, perhaps? No. Maybe… gratitude?
But what for?
“Thank you.” Oh. Oh my. “Thank you, human, for being someone to protect.”
Someone… to protect?
…
Sesshōmaru caught the dead woman with ease, curling his arm around her waist and pulling her to him, Irene’s lifeless body pressed to his armor as her head rested against the soft fur of his boa. She was even smaller than he had originally thought, held to him like this, and her skin was ice cold.
The slight warmth that had radiated from her fragile form from when they had spoke just before her death was completely gone.
The demon lord glanced at her face as he carefully made his way towards the ground, any and all threats that would try to harm her resting corpse now removed. The smell of her blood was disgusting, but that look on her face… She dared to look peaceful, after being used as a means for Naraku’s escape? Truly, the audacity of this woman knows no bounds.
Landing in the deep forest, his feet touched the grassy ground. Irene did not stir once. She was void of all breath and life. The great Sesshōmaru himself was holding her, and she remained totally unaware in her death.
“Lord Sesshōmaru!” He heard Rin call, the little girl leaping off of Ah-Un as they landed. She rushed towards him, tears in her eyes as she stopped beside him, her tiny hands grabbing at his pants leg. He glanced down at her. “B-Big Sister is- I tried to save her! I-I did! B-But I couldn’t- she got hurt because of me, a-and I couldn’t help her, a-and now-“
He watched as Rin’s shoulders shook, the child ducking her head as she began to cry once more, sobbing into his leg.
“It’s all my fault… I couldn’t-“
“Rin.”
The girl inhaled sharply, ceasing her sniffling immediately to look up at him. “Y-Yes?”
“Back away.”
She looked both hurt and confused at his words, but did as told. Taking several steps back, she watched with furrowed brows and a harshly bitten lip as the demon lord slowly approached Ah-Un, setting Irene’s dead body on the ground, leaning her against the dragon’s side. Ah-Un’s heads turned to look at their master and the woman, showing an impressive amount of concern for the mortal they met only yesterday.
Yes… it was yesterday when she had come to the campsite, and it was yesterday when she had expressed such ridiculous gratitude to him for having saved her life. She had spoken as though she would have died with regret if she were unable to say such pointless words to him.
The sun was starting to rise, the full blood moon nowhere in sight. The sunshine was illuminating the dark forest, spilling light into its depths. Observing the way the morning sun shone upon the dead woman, Sesshōmaru tilted his head, narrowing his eyes.
“I-I’m so glad you’re here…”
She looked so at ease that if it weren’t for the blatant stench of death and blood, he would have expected her to sit up and smile at him, behaving once more like the fool she was.
Perhaps she shall, once he revives her.
…
The stranger’s words left me to stammer, struggling to come up with a response. His comment had appeared out of nowhere.
“Th-That’s… I-I didn’t…”
I cleared my throat, confused as to why my face and ears felt like they were burning red when I was dead and shouldn’t have any blood flow for my face to flush. I felt even more awkward, considering he was holding my hands so gently in his, almost as if he were wary of breaking them. His words left me flustered for reasons I didn’t quite understand.
“I didn’t really… do anything? I dunno.” I had no idea why he said such a thing to me, or what he was trying to imply. “Also, my name’s Irene.”
“Irene.” He repeated with a small chuckle. “I shall remember that. Thank you, Irene.”
“...A-Anytime.” I stammered, finally turning my head away. It was so hard trying to meet such an intense gaze. He was this really impressive combination of the two brothers, and it was seriously starting to mess with me. His voice being so ridiculously deep certainly wasn’t helping, either. “So, uh… I have a question.”
“Yes?”
I looked around at us, at the skulls and the remains and the weird circular platform in the middle that seemed to be meant to hold a sword. “Are we inside your corpse right now?”
“...Indeed we are.”
“Alrighty.” I nodded slowly, turning back to look up at him. “Why is half of you melted?”
The dad-level sigh that escaped his lips upon hearing my question almost sent me to the afterlife right then and there, and he let go of my hands to rest one on his hip and bring the other to his forehead. “My sons. One would think they’d have more respect for their late father, but alas… they try to kill each other inside my remains. I planned ahead for their rivalry, and yet they’re still such handfuls. Can you believe them?”
He lowered his hand to glance down at me.
“You are… friends with Inuyasha, yes? What kind of man has he become? Has he learned to wield tetsusaiga properly?”
Upon hearing his question, a realization came crashing down on me.
Inuyasha never got to know his father, but the same could be said for the demon lord in front of me. He never got to know Inuyasha. This person- he died before he could watch his youngest son grow up.
“He… yeah.” Swallowing thickly, I flashed the man a brilliant smile, bringing my arms up to hug myself. “Inuyasha is seriously strong! Not as strong as Sesshōmaru, but… strong enough. He’s saved me countless times, not to mention Kagome and Sango, and Shippō and Miroku. Oh- those are the rest of our friends, by the way.”
I leaned over and stood on my toes, holding a hand over my face to whisper conspiratorially, earning a raised brow from the demon lord.
“Don’t tell him I told you, but he has a massive crush on Kagome!”
“Is that so?” A small, fanged grin spread across his lips. “Please, do tell me more about this “Kagome” you speak of.”
I had no idea what he meant when he was thanking me for being someone to protect earlier, but I’m glad I can give him some form of closure over his youngest son. I felt awful that I was the one meeting him instead of Inuyasha, but he did say something about my connection to spirits being quite powerful. If not for that, I don’t think I’d be here having this conversation at all.
It was strange that some of my powers seemed to work here even in death.
I wasn’t going to complain though.
Happily rambling away to the demon lord, who folded his arms and listened with curiosity and amusement as he watched me grin and wave my hands around excitedly, I told him about Kagome. I told him about how she was from the future, how I came from a future even farther ahead from hers, and I also told him about the rest of our friends, how we met, and who our enemies were. Time seemed to pass by so slowly here, but the conversation went by so fast.
I noticed that he didn’t ask about Sesshōmaru, though. When I questioned why, the older man chuckled.
“I know enough from what I’ve seen through tenseiga.” He told me, smiling once more.
Goodness, he really was as pretty as his sons. He was more rugged than his eldest, resembling his youngest in that way, but he had this dignified air that was nearly identical to Sesshōmaru’s.
It was so distracting that I almost missed his next few words. “That is how I learned of you, Irene.”
“…Oh.” Wait. My eyes widened and I stepped back in alarm, one hand over my mouth while the other flew and waved rapidly in the air in a repetitive motion. “Oh! Oh, that’s why! That’s why I knew you!”
His eyes flashed with that familiar spark of mischief when I said that.
“It was because of tenseiga!”
“Tenseiga was forged with my fang.” He informed, confirming what I had suspected before when I was talking to Jaken a while back. “It is only natural that part of my soul remains with it. The same was done with tetsusaiga, however… that part of my soul returned to me soon enough when the blade was broken. Now, I can only surmise it holds part of Inuyasha’s soul, as it would have been repaired with his own fang.”
Ah. “That makes sense. Wait.”
Oh no.
I cringed, looking up at the demon lord with slight embarrassment. “D-Does… that mean you’ve heard every conversation I’ve had with Sesshōmaru?”
He stared at me for a long moment, only causing the embarrassment and humiliation to rise, before he barked out a laugh. I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “Not at all! I am simply attuned to my eldest son’s emotions. After he met you, there was a connection forged between you and the tenseiga. That is largely due in part to your ability to communicate with spirits.”
That doesn’t make me feel any better.
“There was a time you were in danger, yes? And your soul was calling out for help?” His words caused me to snap my head up, looking at him with wide eyes. The man’s expression was a gentle one. “I simply acted as a guide. Sesshōmaru holds his emotions close, and refuses to acknowledge anything that could be deemed a weakness. He knew you were in danger, and I could sense in his heart the concern he had for you. But he would not act on his own.”
The older demon lord reached out, resting a hand on my shoulder.
“My son is still very immature for his age. As his father, I felt it my duty to give him a slight push in the right direction- lest he regret his negligence later.” I wasn’t sure how to react to this, or how to feel, and seeing this the man gave my shoulder a small squeeze. His amber eyes bore into mine, his gaze one of utmost seriousness. “Irene, I may have encouraged him to save you, but he was the one who drew tenseiga.”
Sesshōmaru… was the one who…
“His heart has made room for you, because you carved a place for yourself there. If he truly did not care for you, he would never have saved you. Not then…” He released me, stepping back and observing me with soft eyes. “…and not now.”
What?
…
Sesshōmaru grasped the handle of the dull blade that rested at his hip, pulling it out of its sheath and towering over the woman’s dead body. He ignored Rin, who let out a small horrified gasp, the girl covering her mouth with both hands.
“Wh-What are you doing, m’lord!?”
He did not answer.
Gazing at Irene's peaceful face once more, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, his amber gaze was burning a molten gold and was filled with a new sort of determination. In his hand, tenseiga pulsed. It was in that instant, Sesshōmaru saw them.
The denizens and emissaries of the netherworld.
…
None of what this man was saying was making sense to me.
I could comprehend him giving Sesshōmaru a few nudges here and there to act more compassionate through tenseiga, but saying that he actually cared about me? That I wasn’t just a nuisance? I’m not so sure about that.
“What… are you talking about?” I furrowed my brows, looking at him in complete bafflement. “Then and now? What now? I’m literally dead. He’s not…”
There’s no way.
“He wouldn’t…”
Please, that doesn’t make any sense!
I frantically shook my head, smacking my hands to either side of my face as I tried to dismiss those thoughts. There was something rising in me, in my heart that shouldn’t feel as though it was still beating, and with it came a panic.
A fear.
“S-Sesshōmaru doesn’t…” I looked up at the man who had fathered one of my best friends, as well as the one demon lord I definitely shouldn’t hold any affection for. “Sesshōmaru only saved me because it was convenient! I-I’m not- he barely tolerates me! He doesn’t care about me! I’m not anyone he would ever even consider trying to-“
“You are.” The great dog demon general stated firmly. “Can you not feel it? Tenseiga is calling for your soul.”
Is that… what this is? Is that why my heart feels like it’s trying to beat?
“Sesshōmaru despises humans, Irene, and priestesses even more so.” I stood there in silence, teary eyes wide and fingers sprawled over my face, as the man in front of me reached out and rested a hand atop my head. His touch was so warm, so careful, so delicate despite the roughness of his palms and his surely immense strength. “But you… who are both of those things… are the exception.”
“I… I…”
“Irene.” I swallowed thickly, and blinked fiercely to see through the tears blurring my vision. The demon general smiled at me. “He is reviving you of his own free will. Sesshōmaru desires to prolong your life. When you have returned to the world of the living, will you do me- a foolish father of two equally foolish sons- a favor?”
Foolish… I don’t know about that.
I also have absolutely no idea what on earth the mighty and powerful great dog demon general could want me to do for him, but, “O-Okay. What… What is it?”
His lips tilted upwards, and his golden eyes flashed.
…
Raising the tenseiga high, Sesshōmaru swung the blade through the air and sliced the emissaries in half. They faded out of existence, back to the netherworld where their remains belonged, and Rin let out a strangled sound of confusion.
Sheathing the blade, Sesshōmaru stepped forward and carefully knelt down beside the foreign woman’s body, waiting.
Listening.
The cuts and gashes had all faded from Irene’s body, and color was quickly returning to her skin. Color so full of life it was unfamiliar, as he had only ever known her with that sickly pallor that was akin to snow. The demon lord didn’t give it much thought when he reached out, brushing his hand against her face, checking to ensure the spell had worked.
Warm.
She was incredibly warm. If he held her to him again, he knew that the heat would seep through the thick layers of kimono he was wearing. It was a stark contrast to the cold of her corpse that he had saved mere moments ago.
“Irene.” Sesshōmaru called out, finally hearing her heart start to beat within her chest, the chest that began to rise and fall with unsteady breaths. Her cheeks were flushed such a bright red, the warmth practically burning into the flesh of his palm. “Wake up.”
It was a gentle demand, one that didn’t hold too much authority, but it was a demand nonetheless.
And almost as if she heard it, her lashes began to flutter.
When she finally awoke, dazed brown eyes moved to look up at him, blinking slowly to clear her vision. Those eyes quickly filled with a warmth as warm as the rest of her when she realized who it was she was seeing. “S… Sesshōmaru?”
…
“Smile.”
…
A lazy grin spread across her lips, and she beamed.
The demon lord’s eyes widened at the sight, and he watched as she raised a hand to rest over the one he had cupping her face. “Fancy… seeing you here. I didn’t think... I’d get to see you again. Am I in heaven?”
Sunlight shimmered through the branches. Rin choked down a cry.
Sesshōmaru carefully retracted his hand, turning his head away as he started to stand. “Don’t be ridiculous. If you were still dead, you would not be speaking with me now.”
…
Hmm.
“Fair enough.”
Wait. I’m actually alive? Dog Dad was telling the truth?
I hurriedly shot up into a sitting position, bringing my hands to my arms and feeling for my wounds. The cuts and gashes from Kagura’s wind and Kohaku’s blade were gone, only the blood that had been spilled remaining. My chest even felt- oh. Oh my. Oh no. That’s too much.
I can’t-
I ended up gasping, eyes growing wide as I hunched over, my fingers digging into the front of my kimono as I tried to recover from the abrupt and alarming amount of oxygen that was flooding my lungs. Sesshōmaru, who had been waking away, stopped and glanced back at me, and Rin took a few nervous steps forward, unsure of how to react.
“B-Big Sister…?”
So much… air…!
It was overwhelming. I felt so dizzy. I ended up leaning over with my forehead pressed against the ground, one hand digging into my chest while the other pulled at the dirt. I tried to limit my breaths, to steady them, to make myself get used to the sudden clarity of which I could breathe.
Even more alarming, as I tried to recover, I felt a burn within my heart, within my soul, and then my body erupted with red flame, rising high and dancing around me. Embers flickered and fell, before the red flames burned blue, then green, then white and blue again. Finally, they settled back on red, before smoldering out, a pentagram scorched into the earth below.
The Shikigami were back. We were connected again. I was no longer alone.
I’m not sure how long I stayed like that, but when I had finally calmed down I ended up collapsing onto my side, sweat beading down the sides of my face as my heart and lungs beat and pulsed and worked to pump oxygen throughout my living body.
Living… body…
I was alive.
“I… I’m alive…?” Rolling onto my back, I closed my eyes and tried to process this, mind going back to what little I could recall from my time in the border between this world and the next. It all was such a haze now. I only remembered a few things, and all of them baffled me. “I’m actually…”
“Big Sister!” The familiar voice of Rin caught my attention and I blinked, eyes opening to see the brilliant reds and pinks of the rising sun, before I sat up just in time to have the little girl throw herself at me. A small grunt left my lips at the sheer force of which she hugged me. “I-I thought you were dead! I was so scared! Don’t ever do that again!”
“I-I’m sorry, Rin.” I didn’t know what else to say. I thought about resting a hand on her head and petting her hair to comfort her, but when I made to do so I realized I was still covered head-to-toe in blood. “I-I just…”
“I don’t care! Don’t you die on me ever again!”
“…Okay.” I let out a small sigh, then flashed her a soft smile. She sniffled and looked up at me, pouting angrily, her brown eyes red and puffy with tears. “I’ll… do my best.”
“You better! Promise me!”
“…I promise.”
She glared at me for a moment, before burying her face in my chest again. Her arms squeezed me tightly, wrapped firmly around my waist. “I… was really scared…”
Shifting in place, I wiped my hands on what I could of my kimono before reaching out to hug her, running my fingers through her hair. I leaned down, holding her close. “I know, Rin.” I murmured, voice a whisper. “I know. It’s okay now. Everything is okay.”
As we sat there, I continued to play with her hair, before running my nails gently against her back in a fashion similar to what Maria always did for me. While I did that, I could feel the familiar and intense gaze of Sesshōmaru as he watched us, Rin gradually starting to relax in my hold.
Glancing up and meeting the demon lord’s stare, I felt my face flush a bit. My eyes drifted to the swords hanging from his hip. His father’s words echoed in my head. “You… used tenseiga on me.”
It wasn’t a question, but a statement.
Looking back up at him, I found that his expression had steeled itself, falling into something neutral and making it hard to figure out what he was thinking. The front of his kimono and his right sleeve were lightly stained by blood.
My blood. It made the pure white fabric almost look pink.
“Why…?” Rin pulled away when she heard me question him, and I shifted in place, crossing my partially bared legs and grasping my ankles. I tilted my head at the demon lord, utterly lost as to what he could have gained by saving my life. “Why… did you revive me, Sesshōmaru?”
I was a nuisance. I only ever got in your way.
You didn’t care about me. We weren’t friends. One could hardly even call us acquaintances, seeing as I was unconscious most of the times we’ve met. If his father truly encouraged him to save me when I was captured by the panther demons, then… was it tenseiga who told him to save me this time as well? There was no way he held any kind of concern for me.
Even if his father said Sesshōmaru revived me of his own free will, it was still so hard to believe.
“Did tenseiga-“
“I simply felt like it.” Was his curt response, the demon lord turning away again, making it difficult to see his face. “The scent of your blood disgusts me.”
Oh.
I was left to sit there, brain slowly registering what was just said, and when his words hit me my face flooded and burned a bright red. I wasn’t sure if I was embarrassed or ashamed. Sesshōmaru- he saved me, brought me back from the dead with a sword he supposedly hates, simply because he felt like it?
Because he didn’t like the smell of my blood?
Is… that some twisted way of saying he didn’t actually dislike me? It was seriously rude, but… I don’t know.
I don’t feel that upset about it.
Bringing a hand up to my face, I worried my bottom lip, eyes starting to sting for reasons I didn’t want to admit. I hated how happy my heart felt, as his words made me want to believe in what I was told by his father. I didn’t want to fool myself, to give myself false hope, but… maybe, just maybe, Sesshōmaru liked me just enough to want me to stay alive?
This was the third time he’s saved me, after all.
“S-Sesshōmaru…”
The demon lord glanced at me from over his shoulder, and taking a deep breath I flashed him the brightest and most grateful smile I could muster.
“Thank you.” I really didn’t want to die. I had accepted it, but I didn’t want it. I’m not sure how I feel about being revived through demon magic, seeing as the panther king had gone absolutely feral after his own revival, but I didn’t feel much different. I still feel like myself. And this way I would be able to see my sister and friends again. The only weird change that I can really sense is the way in which I was breathing in air a lot better than usual. “You didn’t have to, but… hrm. Maybe I should be glad my blood smells so gross?”
I raised a hand and ruffled my hair, laughing awkwardly.
“Thanks for hating the smell of my blood, I guess.” I then looked down at myself, making a face. I pinched part of my kimono. “How much did I lose…? Ack, Rin! You’re covered in it, too!”
“Hm? O-Oh, I am!” She blinked, staring at the front of her clothes. “I guess it happened when I was trying to carry you, or… maybe when I hugged you?”
I cringed and buried my face in my hands. Brushing my bangs back, I looked at her apologetically. “I’m sorry. I just- I’ve done nothing but cause trouble since we met… for you and Sesshōmaru.” I looked back at the demon lord. “I’m sorry.”
He said nothing in response, merely staring into the distance.
I let out a sigh, the guilt crashing down, and I slumped over, feeling utterly defeated. “I barely even managed to protect Rin from all the demons, nonetheless Kohaku, and now… gah! Kohaku!” I shot back up, greatly alarmed, a loud gasp escaping my lips. I whirled around to look at Rin, a palm to the earth to keep my balance. “What happened to Kohaku? Is he okay!? He’s not dead, is he?”
Rin hesitated, unsure of how to answer, the girl not knowing the answer.
“That boy is still alive, despite his best efforts.” Sesshōmaru informed.
He gave no further explanation. Still, it didn’t stop me from pressing a hand to my chest and letting out a breath of relief. “Phew… I wasn’t sure how I was going to tell Sango if you had killed him.”
I wasn’t sure how I would feel about Sesshōmaru if he had killed him.
“Big Sister…” Rin began, holding her hands close to her chest. She looked concerned. “What’s… I mean, what happened to Kohaku? He was really nice to us, but then…”
Ah, story time.
Ruffling my hair again, I hummed in frustration and made a face. “It’s… tricky. Kohaku is actually the younger brother of Sango, and… when he went to slay demons for the first time he became possessed. He ended up killing everyone- family and friends- and nearly killed Sango, too. He snapped out of it eventually, but… he died. Naraku brought him back to life.”
“Like… Lord Sesshōmaru did to you?”
“Uh, not quite.” Not as far as I’m aware, anyway. Tenseiga better not have any mind controlling capabilities. Lowering my hand, I grasped my ankles again, glancing at the demon lord who was listening quietly, his amber eyes gazing at us from the corner of his vision. “He revived him with a jewel shard. Since Naraku put the jewel shard in him, and… has probably tainted it, he can put Kohaku under a spell. He has him attack Sango a lot because of it, since she can’t bring herself to hurt him.”
“…Big Sister, Kohaku said you two knew each other.” Rin was sitting beside me now, tears starting to well up in her eyes again. “Did he-?”
“Attack me? Yeah. Several times.” I tilted my head, thinking back to the days we met. “It was mostly with the intent to capture me, though. He wasn’t told to kill me. I don’t think he was supposed to kill me this time either- just, y’know, to stop me, but… things got out of hand. He’s a good kid, really, I swear. He hates hurting others. But…”
I looked down, biting down on my bottom lip.
“Naraku… makes him. He can’t fight him. I mean, sometimes he’ll be able to restrain himself if our voices can get through to him, but it doesn’t always work. Naraku’s hold is just that strong. And if we try to remove the jewel shard, Kohaku… will die again. The only way to free him is to kill Naraku. That’s the only way Sango will get her little brother back.”
Rin lowered her head, frowning deeply. “Kohaku…”
“Honestly, it makes me so mad.” I huffed, sitting back up. “Naraku was right in front of my face! I could have hurt him! I… I could have tried to kill him, but…” I was too scared. Grinding my teeth together, I glared at the ground, frustrated at my own inadequacy. “I wasn’t… strong enough. I was already dying, and I didn’t think I would be able to kill him.”
But… now I’m alive. I’m alive and I can breathe better than ever before. I’m at full strength.
Gripping my ankles tightly, I let out a small growl. “He won’t get away next time. I’ll break his stupid barrier and bind him in place long enough for someone to slash his nasty face off! I’m tired of him killing and manipulating everyone!”
I just barely managed to protect Rin. It’s so upsetting that I can’t do anything about Kohaku.
“Freaking spider jerk!”
I hope he rots.
Rin suddenly blinked, lifting her head up when she heard the crunching of grass. “Lord Sesshōmaru? Lord Sesshōmaru, please, don’t leave without us!” She exclaimed, standing and rushing over to Ah-Un.
The demon lord was slowly walking away, heading deeper into the forest’s depths.
“Let’s go, Ah-Un! I’ll feed you lots of tasty grass and berries later for protecting us so well, okay?”
Tugging the dragon by the reins, she started to walk after the demon lord- only to pause when she realized I wasn’t following. I had not moved from my spot in the ground. I just sat there watching, content to have been revived and not at all in any rush to get up.
“Big Sister?” She blinked at me. “Aren’t you coming?”
“…Huh?”
Rin beamed at me. “Come on, hurry up! We’ll lose track of Lord Sesshōmaru at this rate! He walks a lot faster than you’d think.”
“Uh, o-okay…?” I hesitantly pushed myself up onto my feet, awkwardly following after her and the demon lord without much thought. I glanced down at her. This felt so strange. “Are you… sure I can just… tag along?”
Rin nodded, her smile never fading. Her brown eyes were sparkling, despite still being red from all the tears she had shed earlier. “Of course! Lord Sesshōmaru really likes you, you know. He wouldn’t have saved you if he didn’t!”
“I…” I looked up at the demon lord walking ahead of us, still uncertain. Looking back at Rin, and even Ah-Un- whose yellow eyes were gazing at me as if I were already an ally and someone it trusted, I shook my head and decided to quicken my pace, breaking out into a small run to reach the demon lord. “Sesshōmaru!”
If I had thought about it, I would have noticed how odd it was that I was walking and talking without running out of air. Running itself should have already given off warning bells, but I was so dazed by the current flood of events that it never crossed my mind.
“Sesshōmaru, hey!” Slowing down once I caught up to him, I walked at his side, attempting to match his pace. His amber eyes glanced at me and I faltered a little at the intimidating stare, but I did my best to hold strong. I can’t back down now. “I-Is it… really okay if I travel with you? I… I don’t want to get in your way… I mean, you already revived me, and this is the third time you’ve saved me, so-“
He faced forward, and a cool morning breeze rushed through, sending his silver hair flowing in the wind. “Irene.”
“Y-Yeah?” The sound of my name from his lips caused me to jolt, my heart nearly leaping out of my ribcage.
Sesshōmaru stopped walking, and I had to skid to a stop. His back facing me, I fiddled with my fingers nervously in anticipation for his response. “Did I not give you my answer yesterday?”
“Yesterday?”
What does he mean, yesterday? Furrowing my brows, I tried to recall everything that happened. There was my getting accused of murder, the search for the person who killed the wolf demons, the accidental swap with Anastasia and myself, meeting Naraku, the locating of Rin to try and protect her, and…
“Ohhh.”
The realization dawned like a smack to the face.
“Y-You mean… I can do what I want?” I could scarcely believe it. “Even… i-if what I want… is to travel with you?”
When he turned to look at me, my heart caught in my throat.
The way the early morning light hit his skin made the demon lord glow, as if to remind me once more that this person was an ethereal being- one I wasn’t worthy of even speaking to. One that could kill me with the flick of a finger, should he so desire it. He despised humans with all his being, or so I’ve been told over and over again. He held no sympathy or compassion for us.
So why…?
Why was it that, when he looked at me, I couldn’t find any of that so-called hate? He wasn’t looking at me with indifference either. There was something else in those eyes of his, eyes that burned like molten gold. Something I couldn’t quite identify.
Something that… made me think back to what his father said to me.
And rather than answering my question, Sesshōmaru just started walking again- leaving me to stare and slowly start following after him, as if in another daze. When Rin and Ah-Un caught up, the little girl smiled so brightly that one would never have guessed she had been so despairingly heartbroken ten minutes ago.
“I told you.” She cheekily said. Rin let out a small giggle. “I can’t wait to see the look on Master Jaken’s face when he finds out Lord Sesshōmaru is letting you travel with us!”
“Jaken can get pelted like a football for all I care.” I stated bluntly, snapping myself out of my thoughts and making a face. Suddenly, I paused, looking around in confusion. “Actually… where is Jaken?”
Ah, well, I’m sure he’s fine.
Ruffling my hair, I let out a tired sigh, looking at the ground as we walked, mind still so boggled by today’s events. So much has happened in such a short span of time. “I’m exhausted…”
My legs stumbled a little, and it was then I realized I had been awake all day and most of the night. The small portion I wasn’t, I had been dead. Which is a really weird thought, to say the least. I seriously can’t believe I’m alive.
Sesshōmaru really brought me back to life.
Letting out a loud yawn, I wobbled again and stumbled towards Ah-Un, patting the dragon on one of their heads. “Is… it okay if I pass out on your back, lil’ buddy? I need a serious nap…”
Rin blinked. “You can sleep on Ah-Un. I’m.. actually kind of sleepy too, now that you mention it.” She let out a yawn herself. “It’s been such a long day.”
“Tell me about it.” I was holding onto the saddle as we continued to walk, and rubbed at my eyes as best as I could without getting blood in them. “One second I’m being accused of murder and nearly getting murdered, the next I’m getting swapped with Anastasia, nearly dying from miasma, and then I’m lying to Naraku’s face pretending to be Anastasia, and after that I’m looking for you to stop them from snatching you, and then we got kidnapped anyway and I had to fight Kohaku and-“
I sighed heavily, hanging my head exaggeratedly.
“-I am worn out. It has been one thing after another. I don’t have the brain to process anything that’s happened today. I’m still trying to comprehend the fact that I died and came back to life.”
Rin giggled at my dramatics. “Then climb on Ah-Un and get some sleep, silly!”
“There’s no need.” Sesshōmaru said from up ahead. “There’s a river stream just a little ways over there. We’ll make camp nearby and rest for a while.”
“Yes, M’lord!” Rin cheered, holding Ah-Un’s reins up as she threw her hands into the air. “You hear that, Big Sister? We'll get to sleep properly after all!”
I wouldn’t call sleeping on the ground proper, but it’s definitely better than an uncomfortable saddle. Man, I really miss Kirara. I hope she and the others are okay.
Notes:
INUPAPAAAAAAA~!!!!!
My movie three bias is making itself known, aslkjflkdfjdlkjfldj. I love the beginning so much. It's so good. Toga let's out this barely noticeable Dad Sigh of Disappointment and it's just- AGHHHHHHH. I love him. Also when his hair comes undone from its ponytail when he transforms? Mwah. Chef's kiss.
"Sesshomaru. Do you have... someone... to protect?"
"I, Sesshomaru, have no need for such. Why should I bother wasting my time protecting somebody? Ridiculous."
Just sayin', if Toga wasn't dead, uh... hehe... um... yeahhhhhhhhh. This fic would be totally different.
The drawing at the end of this chapter is a bit of an oldie, but I've had it drawn in anticipation for this chapter for YEARS so. Let's go! When did I start writing this fic? 2018? Assuming so, since that's the time period Irene is from. Man. What a wild ride it's been. Irene wasn't supposed to meet Dog Daddy originally, but... he just kind of happened while typing this and I loved it too much to NOT keep it in. Hopefully you all enjoyed it too. He's such a DILF.
As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! Let me know what you think in the comments. 💕💕💕
Chapter 33: As the Sun Rises
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
It didn’t take more than ten minutes to reach the stream Sesshōmaru mentioned.
When we finally arrived, the demon lord decided to sit down by a tree- leaning his back against it and propping up one leg, draping his arm over it, while letting his other leg rest lazily against the ground. I ended up just standing in place for a moment, staring at him, weary mind once again questioning if this was all just a dream, before snapping out of my daze when Rin started to lead Ah-Un over to some taller bits of grass in the distance. I watched as the dragon began to eat.
This is… real, isn’t it?
I was really going to travel with Sesshōmaru, Rin, and Ah-Un from now on. Jaken, too, whenever that bratty imp decided to show up.
Letting out a small yawn, I reached a hand up to ruffle my hair- starting to head in the direction of a tree, before pausing when I noticed my arms were still splattered with dry blood. Scrunching up my nose, I glanced at the stream not even fifteen feet away from us, and let out a tired sigh. There’s no way I can go to sleep drenched in dirt and blood. I’d have nightmares for sure.
Although, to be fair, I do get nightmares fairly normally anyway, but… still…
I’d rather not have any that are worse than the usual.
Letting out a small, weary groan, I began to make my way over to the stream- ignoring the pair of golden eyes that were watching me curiously as I did so. Kneeling down, I carefully peeled off the white outer layer of my kimono, leaving me in the red top. I also decided to just tear off the remaining sleeve from where it was ripped near my bicep, finding it a nuisance. Discarding the pieces of fabric beside me, I shoved my blood-stained hands in the water.
Normally, with Kagome’s supplies, we could fill up a small bucket or use a wash rag to clean ourselves up with- as that was the more respectable and traditional way of cleaning one’s self in this land, as bathing was merely to relax the tired and stressed muscles of the body, but I had neither of those things on my person and I highly doubted Sesshōmaru did, either, judging by the lack of a travel pack on Ah-Un, so shoving my hands in the water was the only way to go.
Near immediately, the river stream began to wash the liquid away.
As it did so, something seemed to well up inside of me.
It wasn’t the first time I had to wash myself clean of blood. I had been wounded many times in the past, and had even thrown up blood and vomit together after a particularly rough round of abuse, but this was the only time my heart’s ever felt so conflicted about watching the crimson liquid clear away. It felt as though any and all evidence of my death was being washed away with it.
It… felt as though I had never died in the first place.
It’s not like I had any of the wounds that caused my death, or any scars left over from them. My body had been completely healed, and that only made this whole situation feel that much more surreal. I know Sesshōmaru brought me back to life. I know that. I know fully well that I died. The conversation I had with the late general, Sesshōmaru and Inuyasha’s father, is still fresh in my mind. And yet… it felt like it was all just one very wild dream.
Glancing over my shoulder, I looked at the demon lord- and inhaled sharply when my brown eyes met his golden ones. His gaze was so intense I could feel my face start to burn again, my shoulders tensing ever so slightly to try and steel myself so I wouldn’t look away. A part of me wanted to say something, to ask if he really only revived me because he felt like it, and another part of me felt like I should tell him how surprised I was that he actually did so.
I also wondered if I should let him know that I spoke to his late father.
“What is it?” The demon lord asked, his voice startling me even further.
Sesshōmaru’s expression was so hard to read, but his eyes…
They had that look in them again. The one that proved that he didn’t hate me. The one that meant something I couldn’t quite figure out. It wasn’t necessarily affection. It wasn’t fascination, either- like I was some strange existence to be observed. It was something else. What, though?
Lost in my thoughts, I almost missed the subtle way the corner of his lips tilted downwards. “You’re staring at me like you want to say something. Out with it.”
“H-Huh?” I blinked. I ended up recoiling, looking away in the end despite my best efforts not to. I tried to distract myself by scrubbing my arms free of blood. “O-Oh. Sorry. I-I just… I… I’m just… processing everything, I guess. That… I died. That… you revived me.”
It was something that should have been impossible, but was now my reality.
“It’s…” I hesitated, biting my bottom lip and tilting my head. I found myself gazing at my reflection, hardly able to recognize the person I saw staring back at me. “I-I mean, I just… was so convinced that you wouldn’t, you know? I knew you were capable of using tenseiga- you did save those samurais’ souls after they were cursed to be undead, so clearly you have the power to use it, but…”
My hands slowed in their scrubbing.
A heavy sigh left my lips, my smile falling as a deep cold settled in my heart- one fueled by self-hatred and doubt. “Sesshōmaru, after… we met in that destroyed castle, my friends… told me about everything you did to them. How you considered tenseiga a useless sword. How… you wanted tetsusaiga. They… told me that you tried to steal it and… kill Inuyasha.”
I shouldn’t be saying all this. I was just going to upset him. His silence was so suffocatingly telling. I could feel his golden stare intensifying, boring into my back as if trying to see into my very soul. A part of me was curious if he actually could. Gods, what am I even doing? I shouldn’t be saying all of this, so I don’t know why I am.
“But… despite it all, I…” A weak laugh escaping my lips, I tilted my head in the direction of the demon lord, flashing him a closed-eyed smile. “I still wanted to see you again.”
This was something almost akin to a confession, a confrontation even, which was something I always tried to avoid. I didn’t want to be rejected. I didn’t want to be told to go away. I didn’t want him to hate me. I didn’t want him to confirm that he only saved me because it was the best way to obtain what he wanted. That he didn’t actually care about me.
And yet, I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to know what he thought.
I wanted to know why he did what he did.
“I know… I’m a nuisance to you.” I began quietly, turning my attention back to the water, unable to bring myself to look at him. “I know I’m a bother. I know you didn’t have to save me the first two times, and that you probably wouldn’t have if I wasn’t in the way of you finding Naraku or trying to break the panther demons’ barrier. But when Tōran told me you were coming, I… I was so happy. I would finally be able to thank you for what you did before. But… then my body gave out… and I couldn’t, and shortly afterwards the spirits told me that I was going to die soon.”
Fighting against the stinging in my eyes, I leaned my head back and took a deep breath, looking up at the early morning sky.
It really was so beautiful. Shimmering colors of red, gold, and pink. Sunlight streaming in through the tree branches, sparkling against the water.
I never would have gotten to see this if not for him.
“We got ambushed by Kōga and his wolves, and they accused me of murdering their comrades. They wanted to behead me. But then Kōga realized it wasn’t me, and we discovered Anastasia and Kagura were behind it all. We fought, and Anastasia’s mask broke off… and as it turns out- she looked exactly like me.”
Prettier, but still me.
“Kagura ended up getting us confused, and brought me to Naraku’s castle instead of her. And at his order… she brought me to you. They wanted me to abduct Rin.”
My hands slowed down their scrubbing even more, until they reached a complete stop.
“I… I just wanted to protect her. I didn’t know she knew you until after we met. Until that moment, I had no idea why Naraku wanted her. But…”
Gods, it hurts.
Why does talking about it hurt so much?
It was taking all I had not to cry.
“A-After what happened with Otoki and her little brother… and to all the village children I failed to protect… I just- I just didn’t want to let another child die. Not if I could do something to prevent it. And… after I learned that she was traveling with you, that… I mean, it just made me more determined.”
Sesshōmaru saved my life. If I could keep his daughter safe, then I would be content with my death. It was the least I could do for someone I felt such immense gratitude towards.
“But then I actually got to see you again… a-and…”
I was really, seriously, ridiculously happy.
“And that was it.” I choked out, biting down hard on my bottom lip. I could feel the tears begin to fall without my consent, the liquid hot on my cheeks. I lowered my head and squeezed my eyes tightly shut, inhaling sharply as I tried to calm down. My hands curled into fists, gripping the fabric of my torn pants tightly. “I had accepted my fate. I wasn’t… I wasn’t going to ask you to save me. I wasn’t going to beg. I didn’t want to die, b-but… I… I knew better than to hope.”
Swallowing down the lump caught in my throat, I blinked the tears away fiercely and forced myself to raise my head and turn to look at the demon lord, my lips curling back. His gaze was piercing, his face unreadable. I could not decipher his thoughts.
He probably thought me an emotional fool.
“I had… convinced myself. I thought that- I thought that I would be the last person y-you would ever consider using tenseiga on to… to…”
I couldn’t finish. My chest became tight and my throat felt horribly constricted. Before I knew it, words started to spill from my lips faster than I could stop them, my thoughts and emotions out there in the open for him to see.
Raw. Vulnerable. Exposed.
To a demon lord as noble and proud as himself, he probably found my human blubbering a nuisance. If he was going to tear me and my heart to shreds, now would be the perfect time.
“But then you did use tenseiga, a-and now my mind’s such a mess. It feels like I’m dreaming, even though I know that I’m not. I’m so torn between thanking you and asking why. I know you said it was because you just felt like it, a-and I can understand that to a point… but at the same time it doesn’t make any sense to me. I… I’m well aware that I should just… be grateful and leave it at that, but…”
Bringing a hand up, I rubbed at my face, turning my head only slightly to flash him a trembling smile.
“Now I feel so lost. I just… don't understand.”
Sesshōmaru remained silent for a long time, simply holding my gaze and staring at me, before he finally looked away.
“...You think too much.” He told me. “My decision to bring you back to life is not nearly as complicated as you seem to believe. It was simply a spur-of-the-moment decision.”
I sat there, my emotional brain slowly registering his words. A second passed, two. Then I furrowed my brows, realizing something didn’t quite add up. “...Was it?”
Maybe I deserved the glare I received for that question. It was as if he was insulted by the implied accusation, by the mere hint of a suggestion that he might care more than he was willing to let on, his golden gaze smoldering amber out of the corner of his vision.
But…
“You… had Rin carry me to safety, Sesshōmaru.” I said quietly, heart picking up pace as it began to race in my chest. I was scared- not of his glare, but of the fact that I might be someone that wasn’t a mere stranger to him. Of these cursed feelings that were trying to make themselves known, despite how long I’ve been suppressing them. My heart has never felt more conflicted. “You knew I was a dead woman. I may not be very bright, but I’m… not exactly stupid, either. With your sense of smell, you knew; I was going to die within minutes. There was no point in having Ah-Un carry me away.”
Stomach coiling with mild dread, I made myself meet his eyes. My smile was gone.
“Not unless you already planned to revive me. Sesshōmaru, you… don’t have to lie to me. I… I won’t think of you any less. I know I’m a pathetic human being. You can tell me.”
The demon lord just let out a small, “Hmph,” and closed his eyes again. “The arrogance of your words astounds me. Do not presume to know me, Irene, or believe that I saved you out of pity. I have no need for such worthless emotions, and care not for those that would dare try to provoke it from me.”
…Right.
Of course. “I’m sorry…”
That conversation couldn’t have gone worse.
A small, defeated sigh escaped my lips as I moved to face the water once more, my head hanging low. Yet as I reached my hands out to scoop up some of the cold liquid to wash my face, Sesshōmaru suddenly spoke again. “Do not dare to call yourself pathetic either.”
“...What?” I whirled my head around, baffled by his words.
He pointedly refused to look at me, continuing to sit still with his eyes closed. His words were blunt and spoken matter-of-factly, but they were not as harsh as one would have expected. “If you were, I would not have wasted my time reviving you.”
Oh.
“Now hurry and wash that blood off your face. You look ridiculous.”
At that, my cheeks flared red and my eyes went wide. I tried to think up a response, but could only stammer and sputter flustered nonsense before squeaking out a, “Yes, sir!”
Turning back around and deciding to just duck my head beneath the water, resisting the urge to squeal and scream, I scrubbed at my face aggressively. When I couldn’t hold my breath any longer I rose back up, letting out a loud gasp as I brushed my bangs back, my teeth chattering.
“C-Cold! S-S-So c-cold! Gah…”
Keep your calm, Irene.
Gods, I must be going insane. I can’t believe he actually said that.
I was a human, a sickly human, and yet Sesshōmaru- the demon lord that despised humans- didn’t find me pathetic? Good lord, this really must be some sort of fever dream. Sango, Miroku, and Tōran must have gotten to me, because jeez. This can’t be real.
I think this has been the most I’ve ever heard him say, too.
Oh my gods.
It’s so silly, but I feel so accomplished right now. I was able to have a real conversation with him. He doesn’t think I’m pathetic. He didn’t just save me on a whim, either. Granted, I have no idea why he saved me, but you know what? I think I can live with not knowing.
Chances are, I’ll find out later.
Aw, man. Inuyasha is not going to believe me when I tell him about this. He’s going to totally freak. Actually, how is he doing? I saw him right before things went black, and he looked pretty shaken. I guess he would be, if he saw the state I was in and smelled the amount of blood I had lost. I hope he’s okay.
We didn’t always get along, but he was a dear friend to me.
Did I really look so scary? So ridiculous, as Sesshōmaru so kindly put it?
Leaning over, palms digging into the grassy earth, I gazed at my reflection in the water once more, my brows furrowed and a frown upon my lips. Round brown eyes gazed back at me, my short dark chocolate hair a wet mess. I brought a hand up to my face, noting that the dark circles beneath my eyes were gone. I looked… healthy, for the first time in my life. The blood was gone, too, seeing as I had washed it off.
I looked better than I had since before ever arriving in the Feudal Era. But… I still wasn’t much to look at. Even healthy, I remained as plain and boring-looking as ever.
Letting out another sigh- only to soon shiver, I sneezed. “Ow! Ugh…”
I sniffled and rubbed my arms, feeling a breeze rush by. It was seriously cold.
Looking down at myself, I scrunched up my nose. I was gross all over. “I need a bath…” Lifting my arm up to sniff the remnants of my sleeves, I recoiled with a cringe. “Now that’s miasma. Gods, do I reek of Naraku? Gross!”
I don’t want to smell anything like that spider bastard.
I shoved my arms back into the water. I scrubbed the remaining blood off fervently with my nails, rubbing my hands up and down the length of my arms to try and get rid of it all. I even stuck my head in the water again, scrubbing at my hair and running my fingers through the short strands. It didn’t take more than five minutes to get rid of all the blood and dirt.
Blood, death, and miasma aside- I must have looked like hell. No wonder Sesshōmaru said I looked ridiculous. The man was basically a saint for putting up with me while I was like this and not covering his nose with his sleeve.
Kicking off the annoying shoes I was wearing, I tore off the bottom half of my right pants leg- turning my hakama into a pair of shorts- and then stepped into the stream, shivering and shuddering at the cold as I walked about, trying to clean my legs up. “Aghhhh-! Why are you so cold!?”
It was like ice due to the early morning temperature. It was late summer, and yet it felt almost like fall weather.
“Cold, cold, cold, cold!”
I was splashing around, kicking one leg in the water and then the other. In the background, I could hear Rin giggle at me, the girl greatly amused by my antics. She had finally returned with Ah-Un. “Are you trying to dance, Big Sister?”
“Oh, yeah, totally!” I exclaimed, a stupid grin spreading across my face as I did another kick, turning around to look at her. The freezing liquid had woken me right up. “I call it the Ice Dance! Because it’s a dance, and the water’s cold as ice! Brrrrr~! Zero out of ten, don’t recommend!”
“Pfft!” She laughed at me, clapping her hands together. “Dance, Big Sister! Dance!”
“Aye-aye!” I continued my goofy ritual of cleaning myself.
When I had finished, I decided to completely forgo the shoes and the bloody white top. Shaking my arms and legs free of the water as I stepped out of the stream, I shivered again and crouched down, rubbing my exposed arms and legs to try and warm up. It was at that moment that Ah-Un decided they would wander over, and I looked up with a blink, surprised to find them curling their large body around me and laying on the ground with a loud plop.
“...Nice to see you, too?”
The two-headed dragon let out a muffled noise, their mouths muzzled once more. Huh.
Tentatively leaning against them, I relaxed into their warmth. “Daw~ thank you! You’re such a good demon, aren’t you? You’ve been looking after Rin and Sesshōmaru all this time, too, haven’t you?” Their yellow eyes glanced at me, blinking slowly. I grinned up at Ah-Un, beaming brightly, and I reached over a hand to pet them gently on the side. “Thank you for taking such good care of them.”
Ah-Un blinked slowly at me again, acknowledging my words, before bowing their heads and laying their chins atop their front claws, the dragon deciding to rest. I giggled a little at their actions, finding the demonic dragon to be rather adorable. I moved to curl up against their side, basking in the slight warmth they gave off, hugging my knees to my chest.
“I’m so cold…”
I’m so tired, too. It’s just been one crazy thing after another.
“...A lil’ nap should be… fine…”
Hmm…
“Big Sister!”
“Gah!” I jumped, startled into a sitting position, my hands flailing in the air. “I’m awake! How long was I out!?”
Rin tilted her head at me. “Just a few minutes. Why?”
“You scared the crap out of me, Rin.” I breathed, looking up at her in exasperation, pressing a hand to my chest to try and calm my racing heart. “What happened?”
“Tada~!” She beamed, gesturing to something just a few feet away from us. “I made a campfire for you! Now you’ll warm up even faster!’
I let out a sigh of relief, a wave of gratitude washing over me after I had calmed down. “Th-Thank you, Rin.”
She grinned proudly at me, and as the heat from the campfire flames radiated from the burning wood and even the kimono pieces I had discarded, the little girl decided to sit down next to me. Rin looked down at my exposed arms and legs, and then back up at me. Sensing her gaze, I faced her- curious as to what she wanted. “Hey, Big Sister? Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah…? Of course you can, Rin.”
“R-Really? Then… um…” She frowned deeply, her brows furrowing in concern. I watched her gaze drift to my limbs again. The girl hugged her knees to her chest. “Where… did you get all those scars? What caused them?”
“...Ooooh, yeah. You would be curious about that, huh?” I didn’t even think about it. They were all common knowledge among my friends, so it completely failed to cross my mind that she might be bothered by them. I looked down at myself, feeling her press a finger against the two overlapping gashes on my left arm. “Well, those two specifically were from Kohaku.”
“Kohaku?”
“Yeah. I told you about how he attacked me several times because of Naraku, right?” I shifted and sat up in a more comfortable position, pointing at each individual scar as I explained how I got them. “This one came from his wakizashi, and this one came from his kusarigama. Now, I have one up here on my bicep that’s from Kagura- and the one next to it is an arrow scar I got from some villagers who thought I was a criminal.”
I’ve had some pretty wild experiences during my adventure, now that I’m thinking about it.
Rin was horrified by my words. “Why would they think that!?”
“I mean, it was technically because of Kagura.” I squinted at the scar, recalling the horrible memory. That was the first time my body had been put through so much abuse that my ribs broke and I spat up blood. “She claimed to be a “messenger” from the castle and put up wanted posters of me all over town- and all per Naraku and Anastasia’s orders. The villagers ganged up on me, the soldiers ended up arresting me, and I had to break myself out and run away. When I was climbing over the rooftops, they shot me with an arrow.”
Rin gasped, greatly alarmed, her hands flying up to her mouth. “That’s horrible, Big Sister!”
“Ha, yeah.” I ruffled my hair as I thought back to the experience. It was all such a blur now. “I think the worst part was when all the villagers and soldiers ganged up on me. I was just asking around to see if anyone’s seen my sister, and then they all started shouting about the wanted posters and grabbing me, beating me up. The village headman was this close to beheading me. But then I escaped, found my friends, and saved the headman from Kagura and Anastasia- so… it all worked out in the end. He even helped us out later, in the castle town where I would eventually meet Sesshōmaru.”
“I see…” Rin took a moment to process that. Her hand had curled almost protectively around my arm. “I don’t think I like the sound of those villagers, Big Sister. They attacked you without listening to anything you had to say. I don’t trust that headman person, either. He sounds mean. Even if he did help you, later.”
“...Well, he is kind of creepy.” I mused, scrunching up my nose. “Ever since we saved him, he’s been flirting with me. He’s been calling me an “angel” nonstop ever since I forgave him for having his soldiers arrest me, and when we wanted to get into the castle he had the freaking audacity to lie and say I was his fiancée.”
I shuddered, disturbed at the memory.
“No, thank you!”
Rin gasped. “He didn’t!”
“He did.”
“...What’s a fiancée?” The abrupt question had me sputtering out a laugh and I cackled, leaning against Ah-Un with a hand covering my mouth to try and muffle the sound. Rin pouted at me. “Don’t laugh, Big Sister!”
“S-Sorry, sorry! I just- that was adorable.” Her puffing her cheeks out at me was even cuter. Snorting and trying to calm my giggles, I attempted to explain. “A… A fiancée is basically someone that’s engaged to be married. He basically said I was going to marry him in the short future. Well, actually, the word he used was “betrothed” but… it means the same thing.”
Her brown eyes went wide. “You… aren’t going to marry him, are you?”
“What? Ew. No way.” I shook my head, waving a hand dismissively. “Why the heck would I do that? He’s too old for me, anyway.”
“...Too old?”
Aha. Right. Time period.
Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself and faced Rin with a serious look on my face. “Okay. Rin. Do me a favor. In the future, in the far future, where you’re older and an adult, if anyone asks to marry you- make sure they’re close in age to you, okay? Otherwise, kick ‘em between the legs and run away screaming for Sesshōmaru.”
She tilted her head at me, very much confused, but not willing to question it. “Okay. But… what if that person is a demon? Won’t they be older than me anyway?”
“...Make sure they look like they’re close in age to you.” Frick. I ruffled my hair again, this time in mild frustration as I tried to think of a good example. Suddenly, it came to me. “Oh! I know; I’m a grown woman, right? Sesshōmaru is a demon, but appearance wise we could be the same age.”
“...Ooooh, I get it!”
“Yeah!” I snapped my fingers and pointed at her, beaming. “I knew you would! You’re such a smart cookie, Rin.”
“Cookie?”
Oh, jeez. “It’s… an expression. A saying. Anyway! Any other scars of mine you wanna know about?”
“Um… how about this one?” She looked at my right arm, hugging my left tightly as she sat flush against my side. “Did a demon cause that? It… looks like a beast bit you.”
“Back to how I said the headman helped us get inside the castle,” I began, holding my forearm up so she could get a better view of the fang marks, “we ended up encountering Naraku in the tower. This was days before I met Sesshōmaru, by the way. Naraku ended up poisoning me and my friends with his miasma, and Inuyasha and Kirara- a cat demon we travel with- were the only ones that could withstand it and still move. To make sure we normal humans didn’t die, they carried us all on their backs… but because of all the people that she already had on her, Kirara ended up having to drag me out by my arm.”
“Kirara…” Rin tested the name out on her tongue, before lowering her head and hugging my arm tighter. Her head rested on my shoulder. “I really don’t like this Naraku person. I know Lord Sesshōmaru doesn’t like him either, but the more I hear about him the worse he sounds. He’s… the one who had Kagura kidnap us, right?”
“Yeah.”
Rin went silent. “...He’s also the one who had Kohaku hurt you often, right?”
“...Yeah, he is.”
“Is the scar on your shoulder from him?”
My shoulder? Oh! “No, actually. That was the first scar I ever got in this place. After Anastasia summoned me here, I bumped into these villagers that were looking for a demon that had been terrorizing them and abducting their people. They didn’t know what the demon looked like, only rumors, and since I’m not… exactly from here and was dressed pretty differently than what they were used to, they thought the demon was me. They hit me with an arrow while I was running away.”
Rin frowned deeply, looking rather upset. “You got attacked a lot, huh? It sounds like the villagers in all these towns don’t really like you.”
“Well, I mean, like I said- I’m not exactly from here.” Trade with foreign countries has only just begun. “All the humans in the villages are really scared of demons, and since I don’t look like they do… they assume I am one. That or a foreign spy, but, like, I’m pretty sure America hasn’t even been founded yet and it’s… on the other side of the freaking ocean! So… yeah. That’s a thing.”
Maybe. I’m not the greatest at geography.
“Even Kaede’s village didn’t trust me completely at first, but they were used to all the weirdness already because of Kagome, so… I had a bit of break there. They’re also a lot more welcoming than other places- at least when it comes to demons.” I hope Tōran has settled in okay. “Anyways, the village I wound up at was pretty close to that one, so even after I ran away and got attacked by some scary one-eyed demon, I didn’t die. Inuyasha smelled human blood and found me, and carried me to Kaede’s for medical attention.”
I did a dramatic wave of the hand, gesturing to myself.
“Hence, I lived to yesterday! Until I died. Because Naraku. And was brought back! Because Sesshōmaru. Also, the gash overlapping the arrow scar is from Kagura. She may have a bit of a grudge against me for burning her face, but- hey! She shouldn’t have attacked my friends.”
Rin stared at me for a moment, then pulled an arm away to grab at one of my shredded pants legs, lifting them up a little above my knees, turning her attention to the slashes and burn that decorated my shins. “Are these from Kohaku and Kagura, too?”
“…Only Kohaku.”
“Oh.”
Scratching my neck, I looked away and focused my attention on the clouds starting to form in the sky. Talking about all this was trying to make some uncomfortable emotions well up, and I didn’t really care for it. “It… was from the first time Naraku tried to have him capture me. But the fancy burn is from Anastasia. Fun fact: it’s actually what’s letting me speak this language.”
“Whoa, really!?” That had her interest, and made the sad look on her face disappear. “How is it doing that?”
“It… connects me to her, in a way.” I tried to explain. “The spell rebounded on me when I was summoned here, and it burned into my leg. Luckily, though, I have a super nice Shikigami familiar that saved me- so that’s all it did. The pentagram connects me to Anastasia, and… because she speaks this language, I can, too.”
At the cost of not being able to speak my original tongue, apparently- at least, not without much difficulty. Which is lame, because I never asked to speak this language in the first place.
“That’s amazing!”
I just let out a small laugh. “You think so?”
She ran a finger against the burnt flesh, greatly intrigued by the star shaped pentagram. “Do you have any others? Or is that your last one? You must have fought Kohaku a lot to have so many from him.”
“I… y-yeah, kind of. We met a few times.”
“I’m… glad you both are okay.”
“...Me, too.”
A small silence hung over us then, neither knowing what to say after that.
I was a bit surprised she had been so interested in my battle scars, considering they seemed to upset her so much earlier. I guess, even if she is just a kid, anyone who could make a cold-hearted demon soften up enough to let them travel with him is strong enough not to be disturbed by a couple scars. That’s not even mentioning what she went through before meeting him.
Rin was a tough little girl.
Leaning back against Ah-Un, I hung my head and stretched my hands out in front of me, staring at the scars covering my forearms. It felt like so long ago that I had obtained them, and yet was only a month or two at most. Maybe even only a few weeks ago. Honestly, it was hard to keep track. “I wouldn’t… necessarily call what Kohaku and I did fighting, though, Rin.”
“Huh?” She blinked, clearly confused. “What do you mean?”
In the background, through the gaps of my fingers, I could see Sesshōmaru’s eyes open partway, glancing at us as we continued to speak. He was clearly listening to each and every word that was being said. “I mean… he was trying to capture me and I was trying to fend him off. He wasn’t attempting to kill me, just… prevent me from running away. It’s not like they can collect my soul if I’m already dead. One time, I did get through to him and got him to back off- if only a little- but…”
“But… what?”
I didn’t answer for a moment, thinking back to the cave where we had fought. Sango had cried so despairingly in my arms, the woman completely heartbroken over not being able to protect me from her brother, and over not being able to free her brother from evil’s grasp. I could still vividly remember the way it felt to have his blade slicing through my back.
Glancing down at the little girl beside me, I decided that I should probably keep quiet about this particular scar. “Hey, Rin, did I tell you about the undead wolf that I fought?”
“Undead… wolf?” Her face paled.
“Yeah. It was the first demon I’ve ever fought. I didn’t really know how to use the Shikigami yet and got overwhelmed, so it clawed me pretty bad. But that’s when I met my Shikigami familiar!”
“Shikigami familiar?” Rin tilted her head. “You mentioned that before. But what is that?”
I opened my mouth to explain, only to pause, bringing a finger up to my lips as I furrowed my brows and made a face. “It’s… um… a spirit directly connected to my soul? One that… stays with me, no matter what? To be specific, his name is Roh- and he’s a dog spirit. That’s why, when he saved me after Anasatasia’s spell tried to kill me after summoning me here, he brought me close to where Inuyasha was staying. Roh sensed his dog demon blood, and felt he was a friend who could help me. Dog spirit, dog demon- kind of similar, right?”
“...Wow!” Rin brought her hands up to her face, eyes growing wide. “That’s so cool!”
“Right? Roh is the sweetest.” He’s such a good boy. “But anyways- Roh appeared and healed my wounds for me, scarring them shut. The demon died shortly after that. Oh, and those villagers I mentioned before? The ones that attacked me thinking I was the demon that had kidnapped their people? We found the real demon hiding deeper in the temple we had fought the undead wolf in, and it was- hilariously, now that I’m thinking back on it, given the whole Naraku situation- a spider! And we rescued all the people it had taken. So. Y’know.”
I grinned widely at her, folding my arms over my chest as I held my chin up proudly.
“I got my apology in the end. Hehe. Victory was mine!”
“Oooh!” Rin’s giggled and clapped her hands together. “You’re amazing, Big Sister!”
I let out a small laugh. I had successfully distracted her from the Kohaku conversation. “I’m glad you think so. I honestly didn’t really do much. Everything I can do is solely because the Shikigami let me. My powers are mostly used for healing wounds or team attacks; I can actually summon this really cool blue dragon, and it’ll wrap around whatever weapon my friends are using, and it’ll strengthen their attacks! It wears me out a frick ton, though.”
“A blue dragon?” Rin gasped, pushing herself up onto her knees, looking like she was about to jump onto her feet in her excitement. “Lord Sesshōmaru can summon a blue dragon when he uses his sword! He did so earlier when he was protecting us from the army of demons!”
Army of… demons? What?
I am so lost. “What army?”
“Before Lord Sesshōmaru revived you, we got attacked by this huge army of demons!” She threw her hands up, trying to enunciate how many demons there were by holding her arms out. It was quite precious. “They came out of this big dark cloud in the sky! But he fought them off so valiantly, and made this big blue dragon appear! It destroyed them all!”
“…Seriously?” I did not know he could do that. I blinked, a little dumbfounded by this information. I was also a bit upset. “And I missed it? Aw, that’s so lame. I would’ve loved to have seen that! He always looks so graceful when he fights.”
Rin giggled. “Doesn’t he? And maybe you will! He might do it again in the future. Oh, but Big Sister, you won’t believe how dashing he looked when he caught you! A demon tried to snatch you away, but Lord Sesshōmaru stopped them! And when you fell, he carried you to safety! It was amazing!”
He…
He did what? Carry me? Sesshōmaru?
Did Rin really just say that Sesshōmaru carried me to safety? And then… revived me? Wait, but how did he carry me when he only has one arm? How strong is he?
Oh my gods.
Face starting to burn again, I turned to look at the demon lord that was sitting about ten to fifteen feet away. As if sensing my stare, his golden gaze turned towards me- and I found myself tensing, my face resembling that of a deer caught in headlights.
I ended up having to turn my head away, too embarrassed to hold his stare, and as the implications of Rin’s words settled in, a realization came to me.
“H-Hold on. He carried my corpse?”
“…W-Well, yes, but…” Rin stopped her gushing, realizing just how weird it sounded now that I said it aloud. Shaking her head, she refused to let it deter her, and holding her fists up she faced me, determined. “But it was to save you!”
“I mean, I get that- I just don’t understand why he would carry my corpse if he hated the smell of my blood so much…” I can’t believe I wasn’t alive for that. Then again, if I was, I’m not so sure my heart would be able to withstand it. I can barely look him in the eyes as is. “Especially since death probably smells ten times worse. I reeked of Naraku’s miasma. Still do, probably.”
“I-It was because he was worried!”
“Uh, Rin, sweetie, I don’t think-“
“Shush!” I let out a yelp when she grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back into Ah-Un. “Just- stop questioning it and go back to sleep, Big Sister! You’re clearly too tired to think properly! Lord Sesshōmaru saved you because he likes you, and that’s that! He wasn’t going to let those demons eat you before you could be revived! Now go to sleep!”
I raised my brows at her, mildly amused by her insistence of him holding some strange type of affection for me, Rin having an even wilder imagination that I did, but I was even more entertained by her telling me to hurry up and sleep.
Such a goofball, she is.
I adore her.
“Okay, okay.” I relented, holding my hands up to try and placate her, a small smile on my face. “I’ll sleep. You should, too, though.”
“And I will!” Rin huffed, sitting back down next to me. She surprised me by leaning against my side again. “As soon as you do.”
“Pfft! You strike a hard bargain, kid.”
“I know I do.” She said proudly. “I learned from Master Jaken.”
I couldn’t stop my snort upon hearing that. Shifting in place to get a bit more comfortable, I held an arm up and draped it around the girl’s shoulder, holding her to me in a fashion similar to how Maria and Sango would hold me. “I believe it. Nighty-night, Rin.”
“Goodnight! …Wait, but Big Sister- it’s morning!”
“Yes, but we’re going to sleep. That automatically makes it night time for us.” I reached over and ruffled her hair, giving her shoulder a small squeeze in a one-armed hug. “Now, good night~! Mwah.” I pressed a kiss atop her head, similar to how I would do to Shippō and Kirara. “Sleep tight.”
Rin blinked at me, her eyes growing wide, before her face flooded with emotion. The next thing I knew, she had thrown her arms around my waist, burying her face in my chest. I tensed, momentarily startled, before forcing myself to relax, resting a hand atop her head.
“...Rin?”
“Goodnight, Big Sister.” She mumbled into my kimono. “Thank you for coming back to life.”
My expression softened, understanding dawning on me. “You should thank Sesshōmaru for that.”
“...I will.” Carefully pulling back, Rin called out, “Thank you for saving Big Sister, M’lord!”
“Go to sleep, Rin.”
“Yes, M’lord!”
I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing, instead watching as Rin cuddled back up to me. She wore a big smile on her lips as she did so, looking quite content with the way things had turned out. Greatly entertained by her energy and cuteness, I couldn’t help but close my eyes and lean my head back, calling out an amused, “Goodnight, Sesshōmaru~! And goodnight to you, too, Ah-Un.”
Aside from the two-headed dragon letting out a quiet hum, I did not receive a response.
And honestly? I didn’t really mind. I was in a very good mood.
As Rin and I calmed down and the exhaustion kicked back in, the adrenaline finally wearing off, it didn’t take long for either of us to fall asleep, Ah-Un’s tail curled protectively around our sleeping forms.
All the while, Sesshōmaru diligently sat by the tree keeping guard.
Notes:
I just kind of realized the irony of "Roh" meaning "Rising Sun".
Unintentional, but it amuses me that it's worked out the way it did. Irene died during a blood moon in the middle of the night, and was revived just as the sun began to rise. Also, I can not tell you just how hard it was to come up with a title for this chapter. Goodness gracious. Agh. It was fighting me hard. "Life by Daylight?" "An Impossible Dream, Now Reality?" I went through at least five different variations of those two. Yeesh.
Also, totally unrelated, but I'm so tempted to try a fanfic that's Iliana x Toga now.
Just, girl gets isekai'd WAY before the plot of the main series, Toga hasn't met Izayoi yet since it's like two hundred years before her. Iliana doesn't know the language, doesn't even know she's in the SERIES- just thinks she's time-traveled into the wrong country and demons are apparently a thing, but then walks out one day and just finds the Inu no Taisho himself unconscious and bleeding out on the "front porch" of her cave. Nurses him back to health (he's very grumpy after he wakes up) and doesn't realize who he is until he says his name is "Toga" and she just kinda STOPS functioning and screeches, "Toga!? The Great Dog Demon General, Toga"!?
And he's like "ah, she does know who I am" and it's just utter chaos. Language barrier shenanigans, Toga is kind of "grr" to humans because- again, hasn't met Izayoi- so he's sort of sus of Iliana at first, but then they get cute and stuff and he gradually figures out her language because he's a SMART demon lord, and eventually at some point they have daughter. More time travel shenanigans may be involved??? Haven't decided yet. If there are, Toga won't die- he'll just go into a deep slumber, as tenseiga would have saved him since he would still have "regrets" and stuff and it would've teleport him to the cave Iliana used to live in, and a demonic barrier would create itself to protect him while he slept- and Iliana would maybe raise little orphan Inuyasha alongside her own daughter, who would be an absolute affection gremlin and WILL nearly get herself killed (repeatedly) trying to hug Lord Fluffybuns- I mean, Lord Sesshomaru. Ahem.
Might just be a series of one-shots, I dunno, but also. It would be so cute and funny.
Thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! Let me know what you think in the comments. 💕💕💕
Chapter 34: Saved By A Smile
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
I ended up dreaming of flowing water and brilliant green fields.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by it. The Shikigami had just warned me my life would end in three days, but before the first one could even come to an end I had died anyway. Thankfully, the soul grass was just as comfortable as I remembered it being- which… honestly wasn’t that impressive a feat, considering it was only yesterday when I had last been here.
Yet, at the same time, so much has happened that arriving at Ayame Village felt like it had been weeks ago. I almost didn’t want to get up, the inside of my soul purer than ever. The rushing water of the stream where the two judgmental koi rested was so relaxing to the ears.
I felt… peaceful.
As I laid there, I could hear the sound of something large coiling around me, as well as something furry cuddling up against my side. Feeling the dragon’s whiskers tickle my face, I scrunched up my nose and blinked, opening my eyes to find the giant blue-and-red fiery being gazing down at me.
A lazy grin crossing my face, I reached up, gently resting my hands on either side of its face. “You said three days, mister. I only lasted one.”
The flames felt so cool against my palms, and the scales beneath even more so.
The dragon closed its eyes in acknowledgment of my words. “You are correct, Irene. But there were outside forces interfering with the natural course of your life.”
“The miasma for starters.” The eagle called as it swooped down, and I turned my head to stare up at it when it landed beside me atop the dragon’s long tail. Its wings burned blue-and-green. “What were you thinking, allowing yourself to be captured like that? Of all your reckless endeavors, that was undoubtedly the worst yet.”
“Master is alive!” Roh cut in, the dog happily resting his paws and upper half on my stomach. “I thought I would be left behind in the darkness forever! I am Master’s familiar, so without Master… and without any descendants from Master to serve, Roh would be forgotten!”
“A dog spirit is only as good as it’s master.” The eagle sighed, looking quite tired by the spirit’s antics as it flashed him a look.
Roh just barked in response, and I lifted my chin up when I felt him nuzzle my neck. “We were not expecting Master to come back to life! Dragon was especially pleased by your revival!”
The eagle nodded its head, tucking its wings to its side. Its green eyes bore into mine. “Your revival was much different compared to our previous master’s. Your soul is still that of the living. We were just beginning to wonder how long we would have to wait for our next master, or if we would have one at all, when…”
“We sensed your return.” A koi said, poking their head out from the water’s depths. Hearing them speak, I pulled my hands away from the dragon and gave Roh a gentle nudge with my hand so I could sit up, crossing my legs and letting the large dog climb into my lap. I glanced behind me to focus on the twin koi, one hand against the grassy ground as I ignored the ethereal ice blue butterflies that were casually floating around us. “Without warning, your soul had returned to your body.”
“Our connection had just been severed,” The second koi added, looking quite intrigued by this turn of events, if not a bit suspicious, “and yet we were able to safely bond to you once again.”
Suddenly, there was the loud sound of hooves pounding against the ground and rushing towards us, and an even louder roar. A fiery red rhinoceros and an equally red bull appeared, scrambling to a stop just before the dragon. I recoiled in surprise, but the rhino looked even more startled than I was. “Master! You’re really alive!”
“What happened!?” The bull exclaimed. “Weren’t you dead!? You died, didn’t you? How are you alive!? You aren’t an undead, right?”
“That’s what we were getting to.” The dragon said, giving them a look. “Patience, friends.”
Were… they worried about me?
“Of course we were.” The eagle spoke, as if sensing my thoughts. I jolted, turning to look at it with wide eyes. Though the spirit only had a beak instead of a malleable mouth, I could have sworn from the look in its eyes that it was smirking at me. “You are our Master. It is not often spirits such as ourselves are so lucky to serve one as kind as you.”
“Kind, but foolish.” One of the koi said.
The other koi nodded in agreement. “With a bleeding heart.”
“But not naive.”
“Just kind.”
“Stubborn.”
“And reckless.”
“Okay!” I held my hands up in the air, making a face. “Okay! I get it. Jeez.”
It’s hard to believe that those two were worried about me, when they’re always being so mean. Even when I summon them, they always give me such disapproving looks- as though it was my fault I was wounded, or my friends’ fault they were hurt, when it was the humans and demons that were attacking us to blame. Like, jeez. Could they be anymore judgmental?
Letting out a small huff, I sent the two koi a look before turning to look at the other spirits, lightly running my fingers through Roh’s fiery fur. “I’m not really sure what happened either. One second I was helping Rin escape the castle- which… Eagle, Bull, and I think Rhino can attest to, and the next… I’m in the forest. Apparently Sesshōmaru had used his tenseiga to revive me.”
“Tenseiga…?” The dragon echoed, voice a low murmur.
“It’s a sword. A demon sword. It was… forged by his father’s fang.” I waved a hand, not really sure how to explain it. “I actually met his dad while I was dead. It was weird. He seemed like a really sweet guy, though. I can see why Inuyasha’s mom fell for him.”
I would, too, honestly. If he wasn’t already dead.
“Anyways, it’s basically a sword capable of reviving someone back from the dead. I just… never thought Sesshōmaru would bother using it on me.”
Even if I did die in front of him.
Worrying my bottom lip, I lowered my head, falling deep into thought. Roh rolling onto his back in my lap ended up causing me to distractedly rub my hands on his belly, fingers moving through his fur without much thought. “I mean, I know he’s Inuyasha’s half-brother… but everyone says he despises humans. Humans and half-demons. His brother, Inuyasha, included. He’s even tried to kill him a few times.”
“The friend!” Roh said, recognizing the name. “Inuyasha was the friend I brought you to, but you ran from…!”
Everyone is just taking jabs at me today. “I didn’t run from him, I didn’t even know him. I didn’t even know he was there, okay? I just walked in a random direction that happened to be the opposite of the one Inuyasha was in. Now, as I was saying-”
“Despite hating humans, which you are, and his half-demon brother, who you are friends with, the one called Sesshōmaru returned you to life?” The dragon summarized, easily putting it all together from what little it had been told. My mouth hung open as I stared, gaping at the spirit, as it took the words right out of my mouth before I could say them. “And that… confuses you?”
“W-Well… yeah!” I felt my cheeks start to burn a bit and I looked down at the dog in my lap, frustrated. I got a bit more aggressive with my ruffling of Roh’s fiery fur. “I-It just… doesn’t make sense, y’know? We’re not friends. We can hardly be called allies. We’re definitely not acquaintances. We’re… I dunno! It’s hard to put a label on it.”
“Humans.” One of the koi sighed. The other lowered themselves a bit further into the water, unamused. “You worry yourselves needlessly.”
“I-It’s not needless, thank you! It’s a legitimate concern!”
This was supposed to be one of the most cold-hearted demons in all of the Feudal Era.
“How am I supposed to understand why he revived me, if I don’t even know what he thinks of me!?”
All the spirits went silent at that, glancing at each other, and Roh rolled off of my lap and onto his front legs, pushing himself up to sit. He tilted his head, tongue lolling partway out of his mouth, before his ears twitched and he barked. “Didn’t he revive Master because he likes you? He wants to protect Master! Master is very kind, after all.”
“...I don’t think being kind has anything to do with it.” And as much as I want to argue that I’m not, I find it hard to do so when everyone I’ve met in this era has told me that I am. I feel sort of inclined to believe it now. “And I highly doubt he likes me. Why would he want to protect me? He… barely tolerates me.”
All I know for certain is that he doesn’t hate me.
But him reviving me- it’s brought forth so many questions that weren’t there before. Everything I thought I understood after meeting Rin had been completely tossed out the window. Discarded. He didn’t hate me, but he didn’t really like me either. I’m just a human.
One that’s been oddly convenient to have around at times, but otherwise a mere nuisance.
I’ve done nothing but cause him trouble, needing his help whilst on the brink of death. I could hardly even look him in the eye to have a conversation, I was so flustered and intimidated by him. He was so beautiful, but also very stoic and quiet, and I was never very good at dealing with those types of people.
Even worse, I could sense the demonic aura radiating from him- so I know he’s an incredibly powerful demon. One that could kill me, and would kill me, should he so desire. I didn’t want to fear him, but there was a part of me that did.
There was also a part of me that was in awe of him.
But… none of that should matter. I was a human, one that’s constantly gotten in his way and needed saving, and I was also friends with his half-brother, Inuyasha. By all means, Sesshōmaru should want nothing to do with me. Miroku even once expressed worry over this. He feared that my opinion of Sesshomaru would soon become corrupted now that the demon lord was aware of my connection to them, as one day it might be possible that rather than protecting me… he might just hurt me instead.
So why…?
I can understand him saving me from the panther demons, as I could break the barrier protecting their master. That part made sense. I was admittedly a little confused as to why he just let me stay in the camp instead of chasing me off, especially after I tucked those flowers in his armor like an idiot that didn’t value her own life, but I was happy. I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He probably figured that I was there for a reason, and after I explained said reason he felt justified in allowing me to do as I wished.
I didn’t cause him too much trouble at that point in time, so he didn’t see any reason to kill me.
But… afterwards, when I had protected Rin and held off Kohaku, getting us to the courtyard in time for him to appear, he ordered Rin to take me with her. I don’t remember anything except the conversation I had with his father, and then waking up in the forest with Sesshomaru kneeling down in front of me and-
Oh my gods. I remember now. Sesshōmaru had rested a hand against my face. After I had woken up, I felt his lone hand cupping my cheek. Holy frick. I-I’m so confused.
Was he not just tolerating me?
Did he revive me because he wanted me alive? Why? He didn’t care about me, did he? We barely knew each other! The only times we had a conversation were in the destroyed castle- which was mostly just me rambling away in nervousness and trying to give directions to the tower- and yesterday, at the campsite, where I was thanking him for helping me and not attacking my friends. He didn’t really talk with me. I was just speaking to him. Both times I was half-dead and extremely dizzy.
I think the first real conversation the two of us have had was after my revival.
Fighting a groan, I brought a hand up to my forehead. “I have never met someone more confusing… there was literally nothing to be gained from reviving me.”
“Yes, there is!” Roh exclaimed. “He would get to be with you, Master!”
“Roh speaks the truth.” The dragon agreed, bowing its head. “He didn’t have anything to gain by saving you… except your life being prolonged. If he revived you without reason, then that reason is simply because he wanted to.”
Promptly ignoring Roh’s suggestion, I snapped my fingers and pointed at the dragon spirit. “But that doesn’t make any sense! When I asked, he said it was just because he “felt” like it. I mean, who does that? Who revives people just because they can? Especially if that person is friends with the half-brother you despise? Heck, he even said that he hated the smell of my blood! But then, according to Rin, when some demons were about to eat my corpse, he not only killed them- but he carried me to safety!”
I let out a noise of frustration, throwing my arms up in the air and then falling onto my back, collapsing on the grassy ground with a huff. I was pouting.
“If he hated the smell of my blood so much, why did he bother carrying me and getting it all over him!? If it wasn’t because he viewed me as pathetic, then why did he revive me?”
That’s not even mentioning the look he gave me earlier. There was something different about it, compared to all the looks he gave me before. It wasn’t annoyance or anger, and it definitely wasn’t indifference. It was something almost soft in nature, but still hardened in just the right way that I couldn’t figure it out.
Sesshōmaru… who am I to you?
“It’s because he wants to protect you, Master!” Roh exclaimed again, moving closer and resting his front paws on my legs. I just turned away, biting my bottom lip. Tears were starting to sting my eyes. “Roh thinks this demon is a friend. A very strange one. But the demon wants to protect Master! He doesn’t like the smell of your blood, because he likes you safe! If there is blood, then Master is unsafe! That is why he carried you.”
“Demons do enjoy devouring humans.” One of the koi said, looking quite irritable. “So why else would he claim to hate the scent of your blood?
“Most demons go wild upon smelling human blood.” The other continued, poking their head back out of the water. “By all means, he should enjoy it. So what makes him different?”
“Why did he save you, if not out of desire for your safety?”
He hates the smell of my blood… because he wants me to be safe?
Suddenly, his father’s words came to mind. The gratitude that didn’t make sense. Bringing my hands up, I rubbed them against my face, so many questions running through my head. “What does that mean, though? What does it mean, to be someone to protect? It doesn’t make us friends, does it?” As much as I like him, I’m pretty sure that man only has servants and enemies.
Suddenly, a thought came to me and I made a face.
“Wait. Hold on. No!” It could be, though. I shot up into a sitting position, eyes wide. “Is this, like, a weird demon superiority thing!? I helped him the one time back in the destroyed castle, so did that… put me in his good graces somehow? I’m smaller and weaker than him, so he feels the need to protect me? Is that it?”
His father said I was an exception to the humans and priestesses Sesshōmaru so greatly despised.
“I helped him, so now he’s helping me?” That could explain things. “He’s just kind of letting me do what I want, too.”
Aha! I got it.
Smacking a fist to my palm, I beamed, a weight being lifted from my shoulders. “I helped protect his daughter, so he’s keeping me alive now as thanks! That’s why he protected me!”
The spirits glanced at each other again, before their attention returned to me.
The dragon leaned down, gently nudging the top of my head with its muzzle. “We believe you are overthinking his intentions, dear one. Why don’t you stop fretting over why he revived you, and focus on your journey? I’m certain all will become clear in time.”
Yeah, I guess so…
I did tell myself that earlier- that it would be revealed in the future so I shouldn’t think about it anymore. If Sesshōmaru said I was overthinking things, and now the spirits are, too… then I suppose it must be true. I need to stop overanalyzing everything. It was starting to wear me out. Although… it was really weird that Sesshōmaru and Inuyasha’s father had the exact same opinion as Rin and Roh.
Oh, what did the dad say again? That his eldest son held his emotions close to his chest?
Maybe… Sesshōmaru did like me- at least, just enough to not want me dead. To be compelled to revive me. Strange as it was to imagine, all things considered. I just hope that I don’t wind up doing anything to fall out of favor with him.
Because, unfortunately, I apparently turn into quite the fool around him.
…
A small mumble escaping my lips, a warmth tickled my face as I slowly awoke.
When I opened my eyes, I was greeted with the gentle flames of a campfire. I found Rin still nuzzled up to my side, clinging tightly and snoozing away. Letting out a small yawn, I blinked to clear my vision and groggily looked around, finding myself quite well rested despite that taxing conversation within my soul.
Glancing up at the sky, I saw it was late afternoon. We had slept the majority of the day away.
Leaning back against Ah-Un, careful not to wake Rin, I closed my eyes again.
The next time I opened them, Rin was roasting fish by the campfire. She was dressed in an unfamiliar green kimono, yellow stripes decorating the sleeves and torso. The sash around her waist was matching in color.
Hearing me stir, she looked over her shoulder, her eyes brightening when she saw me start to sit up. “Big Sister, you’re awake! Are you hungry? I’ve caught many fish for us to eat!”
She picked one up without waiting for an answer, handing it over to me. Still a bit groggy, feeling more well-rested than I ever have before, I took the stick the roasted fish was on. I stared at it blankly, wondering if yesterday actually happened. I looked up at Rin. “...Th-Thanks. Is… that a new kimono?”
“Yup! Lord Sesshōmaru gave it to me, since my other one was all bloody.” She then frowned, practically pouting as she turned back to face the fish. “He wandered off again, though. He even took it with him. Oh, I know!”
Rin turned to smile at me.
“Maybe he went to get you something nice to wear! Your clothes are badly ruined.”
“Eh.” I wouldn’t get my hopes up. Blowing on the fish to cool it down, I took a hesitant bite. “Doubt it.”
“But…”
I just shrugged. The silver-haired demon lord brought me back to life of his own volition; as long as he didn’t hate me, I was satisfied. I couldn’t really ask for anything else. He’s already done enough for me. I mean, what more can you ask from someone who supposedly hates the human race? It’s one thing to raise a child, but to take care of a woman that was friends with the brother he hates? No way.
Sesshōmaru probably left to clean my blood off of Rin’s orange checker-patterned kimono.
“So…” I began, observing the piece of roasted fish I was given. “How long does Sesshōmaru usually disappear for? You were talking like he does that often.”
“That’s because he does. But, um…” Rin brought a finger to her chin, thinking about it. “A couple hours. Sometimes a few days. He always comes back, though. He usually only leaves for super long periods of time if there’s a really dangerous enemy he wants to deal with.”
“...That makes sense.”
“Yup!” She picked up a stick for herself, blowing on the steaming flesh of the roasted fish. “He usually leaves me with Ah-Un, and sometimes Master Jaken. But Master Jaken usually only gets left behind if Lord Sesshōmaru is dealing with a really scary enemy, or if he just wants some alone time. Otherwise Master Jaken follows him around.”
Interesting. I guess even a demon lord like himself can only be around some talkative extroverts for so long. I don’t blame him.
All introverts need time to themselves to recharge, and as it turns out Sesshōmaru wasn’t any different. Jaken was really annoying in general, but Rin was a talkative and very bubbly child. Add me to the group now, then that’s three people he’s surrounding himself. I’m an introvert myself, but once you get me talking it’s hard to get me to stop, and if I have to deal with strangers then I’m quick to plaster on a smile and use my customer service voice.
Thankfully, the only extroverts in my group of friends are Miroku and Kagome.
Hmm…
Taking a bite of the river fish, I let the flavor rest on my tongue for a moment- savoring it, as this was one meal I came close to never having again. I’m definitely going to miss all the fancy food I would get to eat whenever we were treated to a feast after helping out a village, not to mention all the hot baths. I guess I’m going to have to stick to cold water baths for a while- at least until I find everyone again.
Hopefully, since I’m traveling with Sesshōmaru, that will happen sooner rather than later.
“...Hey, Big Sister?”
“Hm?” I blinked and looked up, swallowing the piece of fish I was chewing. “What’s up, Rin?”
The little girl looked deep in thought. “What do you think of Lord Sesshōmaru? You like him, right?”
“Do I like-!?” I almost choked.
Suddenly, the words Sango and Miroku said came to mind. I felt my face heat up considerably and I cleared my throat, directing my attention to the roasted fish I was eating. I tried to ignore the weird comment Tōran had said when we first met, after I told her that she would regret fighting Sesshōmaru.
“I-I mean…”
It’s not like I don’t like him. He’s gorgeous and he saved my life! It’s only natural that I would have some affection for him. Sure, it might be a little, um… misplaced… but caring about him and what he thinks of me doesn’t necessarily equate to being in love with him. Right? Besides, it’s not like he feels the same or ever will feel the same, and even if he did we come from two totally different time periods. It would never work.
Oh gods.
Okay. Fine. I do like him.
I barely know him, but I’m definitely crushing on him. Thankfully, that’s all it is. Crushes aren’t anything serious- those feelings can be easily squashed. I was a little scared of this being the case when it was first suggested by Miroku, and clearly the worst has happened because he was right about my feelings towards the demon lord, but it’s fine.
It’ll go away after a while.
And now that I’m thinking about it… I still have to reject Tōran. I don’t even know how I’m going to go about that. I still can’t believe she stole my first kiss. What on earth did I even do to make her fall for me? I was half-dead during our every interaction! She was trying to use me as a sacrifice! How did she fall for me between kidnapping me to taking care of me after I blacked out?
Gah. My poor brain can’t make sense of any of this.
“He’s… a decent guy.” I settled on, awkwardly taking another bite of the fish. I was unsure of whether she meant as a friend or as something more. As such, I tried to answer as neutrally as I could. “I like what I’ve seen of him so far. He did save me when we first met, and… literally revived me yesterday. It’s hard not to like someone after that.” I just don’t like the stories I’ve heard about him. “He also hit Jaken every time he insulted me back when we were in the destroyed castle. That was pretty nice of him.”
“Right!?” Rin brightened upon hearing that. “Lord Sesshōmaru is the nicest! You’ll never meet a kinder lord! Master Jaken can be very mean sometimes, but Lord Sesshōmaru is always quick to silence him! …Which just shows that he really does like you, Big Sister!”
She really won’t get off of that, huh?
Raising my brows, resisting the urge to sigh, I made to take another bite of the fish. “If you say so.”
“I do say so! He’s really happy you’re staying with us!”
Goodness. I pulled the fish away and sent her an exasperated look. “I don’t think that’s the face someone makes when they’re happy, Rin.”
“Not smiling doesn’t mean he’s not happy.” She huffed, puffing her cheeks out at me in a pout. “I can tell when he’s in a good mood or not. When he’s happy, Lord Sesshōmaru’s eyes become much more warm, and when he sits he looks much more relaxed.”
“...Okay.” I’m willing to believe that much.
Rin lifted her head up, brown gaze staring at me stubbornly. “Why don’t you think he likes you? He saved you! He’s even letting you travel with us!”
She’s setting up a good argument. However, “It’s not that I think he doesn’t like me, I just think that he doesn’t hate me. Like, he just… cares enough to not want me dead. You can’t tell me that that man has friends. He has enemies and servants and you, his kid.”
“I’m not…” Rin started, before pausing, thinking about it. “Do you… really think that Lord Sesshōmaru views me as his kid?”
“He’s raising you, isn’t he?” I responded, finishing off my fish. As I spoke, I held a hand over my mouth, not quite done chewing yet. “Just because you’re his ward doesn’t make you any less his child. But getting him to admit it is an entirely different matter.” I swallowed the fish, taking a moment to clear my throat. I found it odd that my chest didn’t hurt, even though I haven’t used my daily inhalers yet. “I called you his kid when he showed up to rescue us, right? But he didn’t deny it. You’re his daughter, Rin.”
“Lord Sesshōmaru… really…” Her eyes began to water and she brought her hands up to her face, her roasted fish falling onto her lap. “E-Even though I’m a human…?”
I faltered, looking at her in surprise, before my expression softened. When I spoke, my voice was gentle. “He… literally gave you a new kimono because your old one got dirty, Rin. Even if he is your “lord”, he’s still treating you like you’re his daughter. He protects you, he clothes you, and when you said you wanted to eat boar he had Jaken go hunting for it. Thus, you can even say he’s feeding you.”
And another thing-
“He also asked if “you were good” when he showed up at camp yesterday. Like…?” I held a hand up in the air, making a face. Rin stared at me, brown eyes still wet with unshed tears. “It couldn’t be more obvious. That’s such a total dad-thing to say. He may not say it aloud, but you’re his daughter through-and-through.”
Rin sniffled, rubbing at her eyes. “L-Lord Sesshōmaru… really is too kind…”
Yeah…
Maybe he is.
“Hey, Rin?” She looked up at me, and blinked when she saw me hold my arms out. I smiled at her. “Want a hug?”
Her face lit up at that.
The little girl wasted no time in discarding the fish and rushing over to throw herself at me, practically sitting in my lap as she coiled her arms around my shoulders, burying her face in my neck. I laughed at her enthusiasm, holding her close and resting a hand atop her head, patting her hair. “Oof! I got you. Sesshōmaru must not be kind enough if he’s not giving you plenty of hugs.”
I felt her shoulders shake with a giggle at that. “Th-That’s okay. My… My father… before he was killed… he never really hugged me either. He just pat me on the head a lot.”
Why would he not-
Wait, hold on. Frick. I almost forgot. Different country, different customs. Sango and Kagome were so comfortable and okay with me hugging them all the time that it completely slipped my mind that the people here aren’t as physically affectionate as Americans.
“Hrm. Well, that doesn’t really make him a bad dad, does it?” I tried to smoothly recover. “Head pats are great! I love head pats.”
She nodded into my shoulder, hugging me tighter. “He… worked really hard for everyone. He… tried really hard to protect me and my brothers, too. But…”
I really should learn to keep my big mouth shut. “...Your dad sounds like he was a lot nicer than mine.”
“…Really?”
“Yeah.” I rested my chin on her shoulder, talking as casually as I could. “My dad wasn’t a very huggy person either- though rather than it just being his “way of doing things” it was mostly due to his lack of emotional capacity.”
“Capaci… wha-?”
“Uh… basically, he did not emotions well?” To the point that he made me feel utterly useless for being so emotional. I know it wasn’t purposeful, he was just trying to tell me not to let myself get walked on, but the way he phrased and said it still hurt. “Honestly, I think Sesshōmaru is doing a lot better than him in that regard. At least he just glares when he’s angry, instead of straight-up shouting and saying a bunch of mean things. Though I’m starting to think Sesshomaru likes to bottle things up, which… isn’t a good thing.”
Rin pulled away then, looking up at me with concern. “Your dad shouted at you…?”
“Huh? Oh, uh, only when angry. And that mostly happened when I was little. My aunt was much worse.” I flashed the girl a grin, trying to ease away some of the tension. We were nearing uncomfortable subject territory again. “You got hit by the villagers, right? My aunt and her daughter used to hit me a lot when I was kid. Thankfully, I don’t see them anymore- and I refuse to hear anything about them, either.”
Unfortunately, the damage from their abuse still lingered. I’ve gotten a lot better since coming here and meeting my friends, but there’s still a lot to heal from.
Rin leaning back down to hug me again snapped me out of my thoughts, and I tilted my head to look at her- yet only got a faceful of long black hair. I blinked, confused by her actions. “Rin?”
“You… You don’t have to go back to your dad or your aunt anymore!” Rin exclaimed, tightening her grip. “You can just stay with me and Lord Sesshōmaru forever, okay, Big Sister? You don’t have to go back to any jerks like them!”
“...My dad yelled at me and said some pretty hurtful things, but he never hit me, Rin.” I said softly, resting a hand on her head. “He did care. Just… not very obviously. He never knew how to communicate or empathize, but he did do his best to take care of me whenever I got sick.”
“So what? He still hurt you!”
…That, I couldn’t deny.
I just sat there in silence, letting Rin sit on my lap as she hugged me tight. After a while, I heard her murmur, “Lord Sesshōmaru would never hurt you, Big Sister.”
When I said nothing in response to that, she sniffled and pulled away, rubbing at her face before climbing off my lap and standing up. She walked over to grab a fish.
Holding it up, she declared, “I’m still hungry!”
I couldn’t help it. I snorted and burst out into a laugh. That had come out of nowhere. “Then eat! Don’t starve yourself.”
Rin took a big bite out of the fish.
The rest of the day was spent rather relaxedly, the two of us merely chatting and waiting with Ah-Un for for Sesshōmaru to return. I had washed my face at the river stream, and pulled out the toothbrush I had hidden with my rescue inside my kimono. After the girl had finished eating, Rin removed Ah-Un’s muzzles so they could eat some of the fresh grass that was nearby. I watched her pick flowers, and after a while joined in to help her, and then together we set them carefully around the campfire.
It was… rather calming.
Also a bit unnerving, as I worried a demon might leap out of the bushes at one point to attack us- but it never happened. Not once. As we played with the flowers, Rin decided to teach me how to make flowers crowns. I wasn’t very good at them, but I was now capable of making them nonetheless. Rin set one atop my head while I was fighting with a few stems that didn’t want to tie properly.
I felt a little fancy, I’m not going to lie.
Yet even as I did all that, my breathing didn’t get worse. My lungs were still intaking and exhaling oxygen properly. Too properly. They didn’t wheeze, they didn’t stutter. I felt no need or emergency to use my inhaler; my chest didn’t hurt in the slightest. It genuinely felt as though my asthma was just… gone. I’m not sure how or why- maybe the tenseiga did more than just heal the wounds that caused my death?
Furrowing my brows, I pressed a hand to my chest.
Walking like this, it… felt so abnormally normal. I had spoken so much to Rin before falling asleep- there should be at least some sign of fatigue. I should be hurting.
But… I’m not.
When tenseiga brought me back to life and healed my wounds, did it… cure me, too?
That was when I remembered something.
Rin said that she had stopped talking after her family died. Now, though, she doesn’t stop. She talks as much as she can, because she’s scared of the silence. She also said she doesn’t remember much after “something bad” happened.
Just that… she woke up, and Sesshōmaru was there.
Rin… did she die? Did he bring her back to life? That would explain so much. She tried to nurse him back to health and, after witnessing her death, this tiny little child who tried so hard to help a demon such as himself, had a change of heart and used tenseiga to save her.
That’s why, instead of killing me when we met, he was willing to make a deal instead.
Tenseiga cured Rin of her muteness, and possibly cured me of my lung issues. Holy frick. There has to be some kind of limit to that sword’s power. Reviving someone from the dead was one thing, but curing them of their wounds, disability, and even illness? That’s a highly dangerous and impossible ability. Life was not something meant to be prolonged beyond a certain point.
It was unnatural.
Rin and I being alive now… it was going against nature itself. I just hoped it wasn’t going to come back to bite us. I mean, if I was right about all this then thank the gods I wasn’t going to have to worry about taking my medicine anymore, but… at the same time- it was worrying. Having our lives restored, with us at peak health, isn’t going to send some grim reaper type of demon after us, right?
“Big Sister!” Rin called, catching my attention as she grabbed Ah-Un by the reins. “I’m going to go feed Ah-Un some nice, juicy grass. Do you want to come with?”
“...Wait, you mean leave the campsite?”
She blinked. “Yes? It’s okay if we go a little bit aways from camp. Lord Sesshōmaru can always find us by our scent, or we can just make our way back here later. Maybe we can find something for dinner! Do you like mushrooms, Big Sister? What about berries? Do you like sweet or sour ones? What about bitter berries? Master Jaken likes the bitter ones more than the sour, but I really like the sweet ones.”
“I’ll eat whatever.” I answered honestly, glancing around the area nervously before getting up to go walk with her. At times like these, I wish I had Inuyasha’s or even Shippō’s sense of smell. “I’m… not that much of a picky eater- at least, not anymore. But I do like mushrooms. And bitter things. I’m not a big sweets person.”
“You liked the melon, though!”
“I did. But it was also really refreshing to eat when I was literally dying.”
Rin just pouted at me. “I think you just like melons.”
“I think you like sweet things.”
“Well, that’s because I do!”
Ah-Un let out a noise, and Rin stopped to let them chew on some grass again, the girl letting out a small giggle. It felt so odd, having such a leisurely day. Maybe it’s because I spent most of my time asleep on Kirara’s back, and only really woke up when something was happening, but it felt like my friends and I got attacked nearly every other day. It made standing in the forest without any real means for protection a bit unnerving.
Sure, I can use the Shikigami- and, yes, Ah-Un probably knows how to fight… but…
I’m hardly a fighter. I could barely fend off Kohaku on a good day, nonetheless kill a demon. I might be able to distract the enemies long enough for Rin to take Ah-Un and run away, but outside of that I wouldn’t be much help. I wasn’t like Jaken, with his Staff of Two Heads, or a powerful demon lord like Sesshōmaru. I wasn’t even as physically strong as Sango or Kagome.
To make matters worse, using the Shikigami wears me out pretty quickly. Or, at least, it did while my severe asthma was still a factor. Hmm. I’m not really sure about how it’ll affect me now. I have so many questions and so little answers, and double the concerns.
“I wish Sesshōmaru would hurry up and come back…” I sighed, folding my arms over my chest as I leaned against a tree. I suppressed an urge to shiver, a breeze reminding me once more of my missing sleeves and pants legs. “I’d feel safer if he was here…”
“He’ll come back soon.” Rin promised, seemingly convinced. She cooed at Ah-Un and pat their necks, watching as they munched on the tall grass at their feet. “I’m sure he’s worried about you.”
“...Hah?”
“You know,” She grinned up at me, “because he likes you.”
Bah. “Rin, sweetie, I adore you, but he doesn’t like me. Not… as much as you think, anyways. He’s just tolerating me.”
“I dunno.” She looked up thoughtfully at that. “I think he tolerates Master Jaken more than he does you.”
“...Fair point. But still. I’m not exactly one of his people.” He has servants and enemies and a daughter. I don’t fit into either of those categories. “I don’t think he necessarily considers me an ally or a friend, Rin.”
Rin looked frustrated at that, her face twisting as she tried and failed to come up with an argument. After a minute, she huffed and puffed out her cheeks, and then suddenly lit up- her eyes bright with realization. She whirled her head around, beaming at me. “That just makes you special, then!”
Oh my gods. She is trying so hard. It almost hurts to watch. “I… appreciate the thought? But… I sincerely doubt that, Rin.”
“I’m telling you, he- oh, whatever!” Rin turned back to Ah-Un. She moved over to rest a hand against the two-headed dragon’s side, pointing her free hand at me. “Can you believe her? Big Sister is more stubborn than a bull demon! Lord Sesshōmaru worked really hard to save her, and she still thinks he doesn’t like her! Even though he was so worried she wouldn’t wake up…”
“...Wait, what?” I stood up a bit straighter at that, attention very much caught. “What do you mean?”
Rin gave me a look. “I’m not so sure I should tell you. It’s not like you’d believe me.”
Um, wow, okay.
I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. “Rin…”
“Hmph. He was so happy when he saw you smile, he didn’t know what to do with himself. But Big Sister is stubborn, and acting as blind as Master jaken.”
“Rin…” My cheeks were starting to burn such a bright red, it felt like my face had accidentally lit itself on fire. “Wh-What are you talking about?”
“You saw him, but you didn’t notice a thing!”
This conversation was going to be the cause of my second death, I swear, and I don’t know if tenseiga can revive someone more than once. Good lord. Child, why must you say these things? I’m going to lose my mind. “Rin, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Of course you don’t!” She huffed. Rin frowned, nearly glaring at me. “Lord Sesshōmaru was very angry when those demons tried to snatch you away, you know? And when he used his sword on you, he knelt down to make sure you were okay. I’ve never seen him so worried before! And when you woke up and smiled…” She looked down, fiddling with Ah-Un’s strands of black hair. “He was really happy.”
Damn it. I think I’ve lost this argument. “...Well, when you say stuff like that…”
“You… have a really pretty smile, Big Sister.”
“...Thank you?” A bit random, but I’ll take the compliment.
“I think… Lord Sesshōmaru was worried he wouldn’t get to see it again.”
For a moment, my brain short-circuited.
When it recovered, I took a step back and blinked, feeling the corners of my lips rise in a flustered yet baffled grin. This was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. I pointed dumbly at myself. “M-My… smile? You think he was worried he wouldn’t get to see my smile?”
Rin just nodded, looking up at me quietly before glancing back at Ah-Un. The dragon stopped chewing, turning their heads to observe the tiny human at their side. “After you woke up and smiled at him… he seemed a lot calmer. When you spoke to him, too- his eyes were really warm. That’s… how I know he likes you, and why I think he really likes your smile, too.”
Okay, so… either Rin is really observant or she’s just really wishful and imaginative.
I’m… getting the most wild and ridiculous feeling that it’s the first one, though, because her words were reminding me of that odd favor Sesshōmaru and Inuyasha’s father had asked of me. I was expecting something dangerous, something that would take quite a lot of effort to do, and yet… instead of fighting a demon or locating a jewel shard or anything of the sort, he just…
He had just told me to smile.
That was it. I didn’t understand it at all.
But… if what Rin is saying is actually true, then- nah. It can’t be. The real reason why Sesshōmaru revived me; it can’t be because I smiled at him all the time, can it? It was just something I did, whether in a good mood or in a nervous panic. It was just an instinctive thing. Like right now, in my awkwardness over this whole embarrassing conversation. It’s so hard for me to not smile.
He didn’t bring me back to life just to see me smile again… right?
I mean, this is Sesshōmaru we’re talking about.
Damn it, this is making my heart flutter. Urgh. Why must he be so confusing?
Puffing out my cheeks, I pressed my palms to either side of my burning red face, worrying my bottom lip as I tried to make sense of this conversation while simultaneously getting my poor racing heart to calm down. “O-Okay. So… say I believe you, Rin. H-How… I don’t know- it’s not like he’ll ever say it. He said he revived me because he hated the smell of my blood! What on earth makes you think he’d ever admit to reviving me for my smile?”
It seems so ridiculous, and made me feel even more ridiculous saying it out loud.
“I never said he’d admit to it.” Rin stated, raising a brow at me, putting Ah-Un’s muzzle back on with practiced ease. “I’m just saying that that’s why he did it.”
I gaped at her, and realized very quickly that this girl was far more clever than she let on. Children really were the one type of people you couldn’t underestimate. Shippō was also quite observant- far more so than our favorite local half-demon, Inuyasha. Unfortunately, Rin knew Sesshōmaru way better than I did, having been traveling with him longer, which meant she knew how to read him.
I have no choice but to believe her, ludicrous as her words sound.
Groaning and letting out a heavy, defeated sigh, I smacked a hand to my face. “I give up… you win.”
“Hehe.” Climbing atop of Ah-Un, situating herself on their saddle, she let out a giggle. “I know! Now let’s get back to camp! Ah-Un must be thirsty after eating all that grass. Who knows- Lord Sesshōmaru might even return soon!”
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Chapter 35: Forest Deep
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Chapter Text
Sesshōmaru did not return that night.
Rin and I ate roasted mushrooms and fish for our dinner, and I stayed up pretty late trying to keep guard, but eventually grew too tired to keep my eyes open and fell asleep. When I woke the next day, Rin was still asleep and a familiar Shikigami was wagging his tail, his fiery fur tickling my face.
“Roh…?”
“Master!” He cried, and I had just pushed myself up onto my knees when the dog tackled me to the ground. I yelped, and Rin groggily opened her eyes, the girl waking up upon hearing my shout. “Good morning, Master!”
“M-Morning!” I tried to sit up, but his paws on my chest kept me pinned down. I settled for reaching up to scratch behind his ear and under his chin. “I missed you, too! What’s… going on?”
“Roh just wanted to see Master and hear her voice.” Roh nuzzled his face against mine, quite happy. “I thought I’d be lost forever without you… but now you’re back. I knew you were the right master for us!”
Before I could say anything, his nose twitched and he jumped off of me, his ears flicking as he turned to face the thicker part of the forest.
“I can smell friend nearby! Friend is the one who helped you, right? Roh shall thank him!”
Wait, what?
I quickly became alarmed when the dog spirit leapt off of my lap and dashed into the forest. “Roh, stop! Come back!” I stretched out my hand to try and grab him, but it was too late. He was already gone. I had no idea how far a spirit could go from their summoner, but he didn’t seem bothered.
I just hoped that he would be okay…
Hanging my head, I let out a defeated sigh. “Really, Roh? Really?”
Was running off that necessary?
“Big Sister?” Rin asked, rubbing at her eyes sleepily. “What just happened?”
“My Shikigami familiar.” I sighed. “I think he went off to find Sesshōmaru.”
He knew Inuyasha was a friend by scent alone, but Sesshōmaru was a full demon. Because of what I said before, he seemed to view the cold-hearted demon as a friend. Even more so since they were both dogs. It was cute, but also… very worrisome.
Pushing myself onto my feet, I made to brush the dirt off my clothes before pausing, realizing there was no point as they were all tattered and stained with dried blood. Shaking my head, I looked down at Rin. “Stay with Ah-Un, okay? I’m going to go get Roh.”
“Okay.” She yawned. Rin curled right back up to the dragon’s side. “I’ll do that… hmm…”
Gosh, what a cutie.
Giving my hair one last exhausted ruffle, I hurried over to the stream and brushed my teeth quickly, washing my face, before standing and making my way into the forest. Roh was a spirit, so he should be fine- but I wasn’t about to talk to Sesshōmaru without having decently clean breath.
I almost decided to stay back and just let the dog spirit do what he wanted, uncomfortable leaving Rin and Ah-Un behind, but the two have been traveling on their own together far longer than what I’m probably assuming and nothing terrible has happened to them yet, so it should be fine to wander off on my own for a bit.
I just… hope I can find my way back.
“Roh! Roh~ where did you go!?”
I held a hand up to my mouth, calling out for the spirit.
“No? Nothing? Roh~!” I’ve been walking for nearly five minutes now. Jeez. “Where on earth is he…?”
He said Sesshōmaru was nearby. This was not nearby. Speaking of Sesshōmaru, I should probably tell him about the conversation I had with his father- or, at the very least, let him know that I did meet his father. I’m sure he would want to know about the connection between his soul and the tenseiga. I should probably leave out the weird confusing stuff, though.
He might not like to hear about all of that.
“Seriously, what the heck did he mean…?” I sighed, brushing my bangs out of my face. I wasn’t really watching where I was going now, one foot moving after the other as I slowed down my pace. I was so distracted I didn’t notice the silver-haired demon appear from the foliage. “Someone to protect…? What the heck does it mean to be- whoa!”
I barely stopped myself in time from crashing into a set of bone-made armor, leaning back and flailing my hands as I stumbled, attempting to catch my balance. Once I had managed to do so, I struck a startled pose, looking up at the demon lord in front of me with wide eyes.
“S-Sesshōmaru!? Hi, hey, hello! H-How’re you doin’ today?”
He was staring down at me intently, golden eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “What nonsense were you mumbling on about?”
“Huh?” Oh, gods, he heard. “Um, n-nothing! Just… about… a conversation I had… a while ago. Ahem! Anyways.” I cleared my throat and stood up, arms moving to rest stiffly against my sides. “One of my Shikigami ran away from the camp. Roh said you were nearby and…” I blinked, looking down and around him, noticing that the dog spirit wasn’t with him. “...left to find you. Uh… huh. Well. That’s not good.”
The demon lord said nothing, his stare merely intensifying.
Blowing a small raspberry and letting out a sigh, I placed my hands on my waist. I leaned my head to the side, making a face. “Welp. I have no idea where he could be… He should be fine, but… I dunno…”
Maybe I should just let him do what he wants. Let sleeping dogs lie, and all that.
“Bah, it’ll be fine.” Shaking my head, I turned to face Sesshōmaru and smiled up at him, lacing my hands behind my back. The conversation I had with Rin echoed in my mind. “I’m glad you’re back! I wanted to thank you- y’know, for letting me tag along? I don’t think I did that yet, so…”
I beamed up at him.
“Thank you, Sesshōmaru.”
He was completely silent, merely staring down at me. I searched his face, looking for any possible sign of reaction or change. The demon lord was as expressionless as ever; I couldn’t find anything that could have hinted that he might have saved me for a reason other than finding the scent of my blood disgusting, such as wanting to see my smile.
He just looked at me with those strange eyes from before, the ones that held a look I didn’t quite understand.
Maybe… that was what Rin meant? I guess?
He didn’t look happy, but he didn’t look displeased either. Smile faltering a bit, I felt my face warm and I stood up straight, looking away and clearing my throat. “I… should, um, go looking for Roh. Thanks again for everything. I’ll see you back at-“
“Irene.”
I had just started to walk away when he called my name, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest at the sound. Foot freezing mid-step, I whirled my head around, eyes wide, wondering what he could possible want to say to me, but… Sesshōmaru wasn’t looking at me.
He was looking into the distance, at some bushes not far from us. Following his gaze in confusion, I squinted- listening intently- and paused when I heard some rustling and… high-pitched screams?
Alarmed, my fingertips lit up with flame, and I found myself taking an instinctive step closer to Sesshōmaru. “I-Is it an enemy?”
He remained silent.
The screaming grew louder. It went from a buzzing to a shriek, to something audible and easy to make out.
“-save meeeee!”
Hold on. I recognize that nasally voice! I lowered my hands, baffled. “I-I’m sorry, but is that Jaken screaming?”
“U-Unhand me, you foul beast! Lord Sesshōmaru~! Heeeelp!”
Yeah, that was definitely him.
After several seconds of just staring, waiting for something to happen, the bushes shook and out jumped Roh- the annoying imp dangling from his jaws. Tears were spilling out of Jaken’s eyes, and when he looked up he only cried harder, throwing his hands out towards his lord who was staring at him coldly. “M’loooord! I found you!”
“You’re late, Jaken.” Was all Sesshōmaru said, gaze hardening. “I expected you to return last night.”
“B… But, Lord Sesshōmaru! I can not fly in the way that you or Ah-Un are capable of! I had to walk on my own two feet! I-!” When the demon lord’s amber gaze darkened even more, Jaken choked and bowed his head, letting his body go limp in Roh’s hold. “Forgive me, m’lord…”
Sesshōmaru just turned his nose up at the imp. “Be faster next time.”
“Yes, Lord Sesshōmaru…”
Suddenly, Jaken froze. He blinked and looked up, and then his eyes practically bugged out of his skull as he shrieked, pointing at me.
“Wait, what is that woman doing here!? Haven’t you bothered M’lord enough!? Why didn’t you leave after Ah-Un carried you to safety!? Actually, why aren’t you dead!? I saw you! I could smell the death that coveted your flesh! You were standing on its very doorstep! Must you cling to Lord Sesshōmaru at every opportunity!? Where is your sense of gratitude!?”
Wow. Rude much? When did I ever cling to him?
“For your information,” I said, scrunching up my nose and making a face at him, “I did die. And it was your lord who revived me. And I showed him plenty of gratitude, thanks.”
“What!?” Jaken’s mouth hung wide open in his shock. “Th-That-That’s impossible! M’lord would never revive the likes of you!”
“Well. I hate to break it to you, but…” I gestured to Sesshōmaru with a flourish, crossing an ankle in front of my leg, bowing dramatically with the slightest hint of sarcasm. “He did revive the likes of me. He also gave me permission to travel with you guys. But now that you’re here, Jaken, we need to have a talk.”
“Talk? About what!?”
I stepped forward, expression growing harsh and cold as I looked down at him. I squatted down, glaring at the imp with a harshness usually reserved only for the most hateful of enemies.
“You. Made. Rin. Cry.” I hissed. “You made her feel like a burden. You told her she was a nuisance. If you didn’t insult her, she wouldn’t have ran away and we wouldn’t have gotten kidnapped. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have died the other night!”
Jaken’s face paled considerably, sweat starting to drip down his forehead. “I-I didn’t mean to-“
“Roh.” I said, catching the dog spirit’s attention, tilting my head and watching the imp squirm with narrowed eyes. “Shake ‘im.”
The intensity of which Roh shook him caused Jaken to scream, the imp wailing loudly as he was tossed about like a chew toy. When I had deemed enough was enough, I clapped my hands together and Roh stopped shaking him, the imp dangling loosely with his staff draped against the ground.
“Jaken.” The dazed demon groaned and blinked, looking up at me.
“Wh-What is it…?”
I leaned in closely, voice a threatening whisper. “If you ever say anything to hurt Rin or make her cry again, I will feed you to my dragon. Do you understand me? I’ve melted demons bigger than you and I will not hesitate to do the same to you. Got it?”
To his credit, Jaken actually looked a little afraid. “Y-Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m a priestess, Jaken.” I grinned, lips curling widely in a cruel smile. “That’s Lady Irene to you.”
He opened his mouth to argue, thought better of it, then looked at Sesshōmaru for help- but the demon lord merely shot him down with a cold stare. The imp lowered his head with teary eyes, defeated. He looked like he had eaten something sour, having to spit the words out. “Y… Yes… M’lady.”
Oh gods, that was so satisfying to hear.
Beaming brightly, I reached over and pat him on the head. “Good boy! I knew you could do it! It didn’t kill you to treat me with some respect, now did it? That said, don’t ever insult me for being a human, a woman, or a foreigner again. Please and thank you~! Oh, and Roh, honey, you can set him down now.”
The dog spirit tilted his head at me, then did as told, dropping Jaken unceremoniously on the ground. I snorted and let out a short laugh, clapping my hands together.
“Thank you, Roh! You’re such a sweetheart.”
“If Master is happy, Roh is too!” He barked, rushing over to jump on me, his front paws resting on my shoulders as his fiery nose tickled my face. “Demon is a friend of Master’s friend, so I bring him as thanks! Roh does not like him, but I like friend and Master, so here is demon!”
“And we appreciate it.” I gave him a few scratches under his chin. “I’m sure Sesshōmaru is very pleased to have his gremlin back.”
Roh barked excitedly.
As Jaken pulled his face out of the dirt, flashing me a venomous glare, the dog spirit rushed over to run circles around Sesshōmaru, the demon lord standing completely still and staring at the spirit with the barest trace of curiosity. “Friend saved Master! So Roh helped friend! Thank you, friend!”
When Roh continued to bark, Sesshōmaru glanced at me. “What is he saying? He is capable of speech, is he not?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah.” I guess it would be pretty obvious to him, who knows I can communicate with spirits. I scratched my cheek, grinning awkwardly. “He’s, um, thanking you for saving me.”
“…Interesting.” Really? “Can all your spirits speak, or is it merely your familiar that is capable of communication with it’s master?”
“They all speak. Though it wasn’t until I started dying that I could actually hear them. Roh is the friendliest one out of the bunch.” I tried to ignore the rising excitement as we spoke, realizing this was my second real conversation with Sesshōmaru and that he had taken an interest in something involving me. “There’s an eagle, two koi, a bull, a rhinoceros, and a dragon.”
He hummed in acknowledgment. “The eagle is what breaks the barriers.”
“And removes impurities.” I informed. “The eagle saved my life when Naraku poisoned me with his miasma back in the castle town- just before I met you.”
Thinking about it, I tried to recall what each individual spirit could do.
“Rhino and Bull are offensive spirits, but the Koi heal wounds. Dragon is support and attack, and is also one of the most ancient and wise spirits… I think. He comes off that way, at least. Roh is my Shikigami familiar, and… has healed me at least once. But…” I flashed Sesshōmaru another smile, grinning brightly. “You already knew that.”
He did not respond that time, merely gazing at me for a moment, before turning to look at Jaken. “Return to camp and look after Rin.”
“H-Huh?” Jaken stood up, eyes wide. “What about you, M’lord? A-And the priestess!?”
When Sesshōmaru narrowed his eyes, the imp choked and stepped back, bowing his head. He held his staff close to his chest.
“M-My apologies. I… will do as commanded. Um, which way is to camp, i-if I may be so bold as to ask…?” Jaken stammered, looking quite nervous as he fiddled with his staff. “I-I’m afraid I do not know the way.”
“Oh! I will bring you there!” Roh exclaimed, ceasing his circling of the demon lord. “This way!”
Jaken blinked, and barely had time to react when the dog spirit suddenly bounded over and grabbed him by the collar again, carrying him away in the direction I had come from. The imp screamed as he was abducted, wailing and trying to smack Roh with his staff to get him to set him down.
It didn’t work.
I couldn’t help but laugh as they ran off, the duo fading from view, and I clapped my hands together in amusement. “Go, Roh, go! Pfft…”
Goodness gracious, I love him.
I should head back to camp, too. I had come out to find Roh and had accomplished my mission. Rin was going to wake up soon- if she wasn’t already up. Casting a glance at Sesshōmaru, I waved a hand at him and pointed in the direction Roh and Jaken had left. “Welp, I’m gonna go follow them, so-“
“Wait.”
I jumped a little at that, freezing in place. Smile plastered on my face, I stared up at him with wide eyes. “Y-Yeah?”
His amber gaze burned like pools of molten gold.
Yet instead of explaining himself, he just turned around, walking in the direction opposite of camp. “Come. This way.”
Uh… “O-Okay.”
I didn’t do anything to upset him, did I? He didn’t seem to mind me telling Jaken off, or having Roh shake him up a little. Freaking heck; I knew it. I knew he didn’t like me. I knew smiling to try and test his reaction was a bad idea.
I’m walking after him like he said to, but he’s not saying a word.
No. No, stay calm. Everything is fine.
If he was mad, he would just kill me, right? There’d be no point in having me walk with him to some strange remote location in the forest just to get rid of me. It went against his entire personality. I remember how he fought in the destroyed castle; he didn’t seem to care where he killed so long as the enemy was out of his way.
Wait- he wasn’t annoyed by the Shikigami, right?
I know Roh can be a little excitable, but he wasn’t anywhere near as annoying as Jaken. If anything, I thought he was intrigued by him. Still, the more I thought about it and the reasons why he could be having me walk with him, the more my anxiety grew.
It grew until it became too much to bear. “Y…You’re not… mad at me, are you?”
The only answer I got was a side-eye glance.
I worried my bottom lip. “Is… that a yes? O-Or is that a no?”
Sesshōmaru came to a halt. I yelped, barely stopping myself from walking into his back. Throwing my hands up defensively, I hurriedly took a step away, and could only watch as he turned around to face me.
The next thing I knew, he had raised his arm.
There was no hiding the fearful squeak that left my lips. As much as I admired him, there was a part of me that was afraid of him. Sesshōmaru was a demon, not to mention an exceptionally powerful one. If he wanted to kill me, I would have no chance of survival. I didn’t have the strength or power to resist. He had been kind to me thus far, but it was near impossible to read him from what little I knew about him, especially since so many stories contradicted everything I’ve experienced.
So, I flinched. I ducked my head, bracing for pain.
I had no idea what it was I did wrong to make him want to kill me after he went through the trouble of reviving me, but I fully expected to feel his claws rake through my flesh. And yet… they never did.
My heart thudded inside of my chest, threatening to burst out of my ribcage, and when I realized I was still alive I paused, cautiously peering an eye open before slowly lowering my hands, turning to stare at what he was holding out to me.
Absolutely dumbfounded by what was happening, I glanced up at Sesshōmaru with wide eyes and then turned to look at the striped light-and-dark purple furoshiki that was dangling from his slender hand. It was tied in a way that made it clear it was holding something inside of it. Several somethings, to be precise. The silver-haired demon lord was staring at me expectantly, irritably, waiting for me to take it from him. All this time we spent walking, and I hadn’t even noticed he had been carrying it.
Then again, his sleeves are really long… and he has all that fur wrapped around his arm.
“Um…” Flustered by this sudden development, I held my hands out, and Sesshōmaru casually plopped the furoshiki onto them. Stunned, I lifted my gaze from the furoshiki package to stare at Sesshōmaru again. After about three seconds passed by, an awkward and very confused smile curled onto my lips. “Th… Thank you…?”
Was… Was Sesshōmaru actually gifting me clothes, like Rin had said?
Sesshōmaru just narrowed his eyes and turned back around, speaking to me from over his shoulder. “What’s with that ridiculous look on your face?”
I tensed. “…H-Hah?”
His gaze shifted then, cooling into hardened gold. “Don’t tell me you were intending to continue wearing those rags whilst in my company?”
“I-I… uh…” Frick. My face flushed from embarrassment and I cringed, having been intending to do exactly that. “M-Maybe? I-It’s not like I… had anything else I could wear, so…”
My extra kimono was left behind in Naraku’s castle, and my normal clothes were back with Kagome and the others. All I had was the bloody, shredded mess I was wearing now. I didn’t like wearing it; it was disgusting. But it was all I had. It’s not like I believed Rin’s words either, expecting Sesshōmaru to go out of his way to get me something to wear. I thought I would be stuck wearing these rags until I met back up with my friends.
“I… I’m sorry.” I could feel the heat reach to the very tips of my ears, lowering my head shamefully.
Sesshōmaru let out a small, “Hmph,” and started to walk once more.
I guess this just goes to show how little I actually know about him…
…Wait.
If he just wanted to give me something to wear, why are we walking in some random direction? Couldn’t I just get changed behind a nearby tree? Why is he still heading this way? It doesn’t make sense. Am I missing something again?
Picking up the pace, I hurried to walk beside him, careful not to drop the furoshiki.
“Where are we going?” I asked, curiosity starting to eat away at me. It still felt so strange to move without running out of breath or needing to take a rest for my poor lungs to recover. My legs were definitely tired, not use to all this exercise anymore, but that was something I could handle. “I-Is there something you want to do? Is it something I can help with? Oh! Could it be you need my spirits for something?”
“…There is a spring up ahead.”
“Okay…?” I don’t get it.
“Even if you change now, you will still reek of blood and miasma.” Sesshōmaru stated, not bothering to look at me he spoke. “You could not bathe in the river stream, so the spring will suffice. That is all.”
Oh. Wait, what? “…Spring? You mean, like, a hot spring?” I’ve been told about those by Kagome and Sango, but I’ve never actually gotten in one myself before.
Hearing my question, the demon lord just gave me a look from the corner of his eyes before picking up pace. “This way.”
“…Sir, yes, sir!”
The rest of the walk was a peaceful one. I held the furoshiki carefully in front of me, making sure it didn’t touch the blood on the front of my red kimono, and observed Sesshōmaru for a while before looking around at the forest around us.
“You know… I never really got the chance to see just how pretty the forest was until now.”
Silence. Another glance. Golden eyes gazed at me, listening, even if not speaking. I paused in my walk only briefly to admire some flowers, taking note of a few familiar herbs, before catching up with the demon lord again. To my surprise he had slowed down his pace, ensuring I was not left behind. When I caught up, he had slowed down even more- matching my steps exactly.
A subtle action, but a sweet one nonetheless.
He had done the same back in the destroyed castle, if I’m remembering things right. Despite it all, Sesshōmaru really was kind, wasn’t he?
“When I first arrived here, I was so scared of everything.” I found myself saying, encouraged to speak by his recent behavior. I eyed the trees and foliage, and gazed up at the morning sky. “I was in a different time and a different country, demons were suddenly real and wanted to eat me, even strangers wanted to kill me. Just stepping out of the village felt like a death sentence. And when I was finally able to leave, I was too sick to really pay attention to anything except trying to survive and finding my older sister.”
It was one terrifying threat after another.
“But then I just got worse, and I spent so many days asleep…” It was awful. “I got beaten and kidnapped, escaped, then got beaten and kidnapped again. I couldn’t do much of anything. It was so frustrating having to wait to be saved. Honestly, with the shape I was in, I’m amazed I was even able to lead you to the castle tower when we met. But, I was also terrified of being left alone and killed, and you were my greatest chance at survival, so…”
I laughed a bit at the memory, recalling the way I had straight-up told him I was going to stick by him since he was the one thing keeping me alive. With all the things I said to him before, it’s a wonder why I’m so anxious to talk to him now. He spared me back then, with me at my most delirious and tactless, so why would he kill me now? My fear felt so silly when I think about it that way.
“I guess it makes sense.”
Expression softening considerably, I smiled brightly up at Sesshōmaru, eyes full of warmth. He looked at me then, his gaze not pulling away from mine. They had softened from their hardened gold, melting back into a more relaxed amber. There was that indecipherable look in them again.
“Thank you. If you didn’t show up when you did…” I closed my eyes and let out a weak laugh. “Heh. It’s kind of weird, now that I think about it. You’re always showing up when I need help the most. Back then in the castle, with the panther demons, and even now- with Naraku.”
I raised my brows at the demon lord, amused, leaning to the side in a silly attempt to be cute.
“You didn’t plan any of that, right? It’s just one great big coincidence?”
He said nothing.
Sesshōmaru merely held my stare for a moment. One second passed, two. Then he turned away, but as he did so there was no hiding the sheer gentleness that was in those pools of molten gold.
I think… I understand it, now.
I saw it, clear as day. The look I had such a hard time reading. There was no strong feelings of affection, nor a strange sense of fascination.
We were neither friends, nor allies. We were not master and servant, and we were not simply acquaintances. There was just a sort of… sincerity between us, which led to a certain and most unusual type of trust. He knew exactly who I was and who I was friends with, and I knew who he was and what he had done to those dear friends of mine, but he did not despise me and I did not despise him.
He was Sesshōmaru, a demon lord of incredible power. I was Irene, a human brought from another time, with a unique connection to spirits.
And… there seemed to be an unspoken promise between us, one that’s lasted ever since our original deal was completed.
As long as I remained in his party, I would be under his protection.
“What else would it be?” I heard him ask, the demon lord waking several steps ahead of me now. “I don’t go out of my way to save stray humans.”
Chest feeling quite warm and fuzzy, butterflies dancing in my stomach, I couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “I figured you’d say that! Yeah, I didn’t think you saved me just because.” My heart beat quite joyously in my chest, and I held the furoshiki like it was a most precious gift. “You didn’t have to save me, Sesshōmaru, but you did… and I’ll never forget that.”
His pace slowed just slightly, giving me the chance to run up and walk at his side. I beamed up at him.
“I wouldn’t have met you if you didn’t, after all.”
He was silent.
…
It took about five more minutes before we reached the spring he had mentioned. After showing me to its location, he left- probably to sit guard by a tree.
It was… a little unnerving to undress in the middle of the woods, especially without Kagome or Sango for company, but I tried to keep myself calm by reminding myself that Sesshōmaru was an incredibly powerful demon lord. No wild demon or even bandit would be able to get close. If something happened, he would protect me.
I still can’t believe he gave me clothes of all things, but… I’m not going to complain.
I can’t wait to be properly clean again.
Taking a deep breath, I approached the hot spring- setting the furoshiki down on the grassy ground and opening it, curious as to what was inside and what he had picked out for me to wear. This was the first time someone outside of my family had given me something. Okay, rephrase; it was the first time a man- that wasn’t my father or my brother- had given me a gift. Ever. In all nineteen years of my life.
And… it was beautiful.
Navy blue fabric with patches dyed a gorgeous sky blue, embroidered with pale yellow flowers. There was even a pure white mobokama. Underneath seemed to be another kimono, this one much plainer in design- the base dark blue with lighter blue stripes, but otherwise still just as lovely. They were soft to the touch and thick enough that they would keep me warm in colder weather, but not so thick that I would melt in the heat.
“Wait, what’s…?” I picked up a small bottle that was tucked into the fabric, carefully uncorking it to figure out what it was. With a single sniff, my eyes widened and I pulled away, surprised. “Camellia oil?”
Sango uses this stuff all the time- mostly on her hair. A couple village women I’ve spoken to used it as well. Huh.
Deciding not to question it and carefully corking the bottle back up, I set it down and got to work discarding my bloody clothes, grabbing one of the stray cloths that were resting in the pile and wiping the remainder of the blood off of me. It was mostly just my side that was still covered in blood and dirt, but I gave the rest of my body a good scrubbing just to be safe. I despised being gross, and I had no idea when I would be able to take another bath after this one.
Once done, I cautiously sunk into the spring- body shuddering at the hot water before relaxing, a pleased sigh escaping my lips. “This feels amazing…”
Rin was absolutely right in every sense of the word.
Sesshōmaru really did care- if only a little.
Good gods, this was heavenly.
I don’t think I realized how stressed I was until this very moment. There was so much guilt from not telling anyone of my impending death, and from the worry of not learning the truth from Anastasia before then, and the fear from facing Naraku, of not being able to protect Rin, and of being so sick and not being able to do anything. Of… leaving Maria all alone. But now I was alive.
I was alive and at full health. I was stronger than ever.
Sinking down to my shoulders, I hummed a random song and glanced up at the sky and the trees.
It’s been so long since I last sang to myself, or had time alone. I could barely even talk two days ago, nonetheless walk. This all feels like a dream. Gathering some of the hot water into my hands, I brought it up to my face, basking in its warmth. I wracked my brain for song lyrics.
“You fell into~ love, of a gentle kind… with a flower on top of a high~ high cliff. It’s so hard to reach, I know~ you know~ so this time you will have to go alone…”
Man, it’s been ages since I last heard this one. I miss modern technology.
“A long, long~ time ago, in a tragedy; if ever comes a day that I go away… In a forest deep, you’ll sink like a stone. From that moment on~ you’ll go alone…"
Hah… really?
“…and I am one of a kind, when I walk I’m alone. I’ve grown weary of lying to~ the bone… Now I bow my head~ in this golden room, I was here with~ you and now it’s gone too soon…”
I genuinely do not remember the song being this depressing. Hrm.
“In a forest deep~ I sank and I knew… I’m a charred and dirty forsaken fruit… and that is the end, there’s nothing more to recount; from this moment on, you’ll go alone…”
Yeah, okay, no.
Let’s not. This song is going to make me cry. Letting out a small huff, I burrowed myself in the water, making a face of frustration. Of course the one time I have time to myself and am able to sing all I can think of is the most depressing song ever.
Then again, I did listen to a lot of sad music in general… oh, how I miss the internet. Going back home is going to be such a wild experience. Everything is going to be so familiar and yet so not at the same time. Living day-to-day, traveling around the country from village-to-village and forest-to-mountain… fighting to survive and hunting for food, and sleeping beneath the sky… that had all become my normal. Now that I’m healthy, I can’t even imagine what my life will be like if I return home.
…If?
No. It should be when I return home. Maria’s behavior has made it perfectly clear that she doesn’t want to stay here. I made my decision to do whatever she wants. And yet…
I sat back up and gazed at my reflection, and a worried brow and anxiously bitten lip were what gazed back at me. “I… don’t want to go.”
I want to stay.
With Sango and Kagome, and Shippō and Inuyasha and Miroku, and Kaede, Kakuju, Rin, and Sesshōmaru.
I want to stay here in this terrifying world, where I’ve met all these wonderful people. I want to stay with my friends. I want to stay where I’m accepted and loved, and where I can be of use. I want to stay where I can make sure the people I love are safe. I’ve changed so much since coming here, too. I’m not even sure if anyone back home will recognize me.
“But if I defeat Anastasia…” I looked up at the sky again, bringing a hand up and brushing my bangs back out of my face. “Will defeating her even send us home? She summoned us here, so will she have to send us back? Or will defeating her break the spell that brought us here…?”
A heavy sigh escaped my lips and I found myself hanging my head, exhausted by the very thought of it.
“I don’t understand how any of this works…”
I should just deal with it when I get to it. I’m pretty sure she’s my ancestor, anyway. An undead one, but an ancestor nonetheless. Thankfully, killing her won’t be much different from killing a demon.
It’s not like she’s acting anything like a family member should, anyway. She’s been trying to kill me and take my soul ever since I first arrived in this place.
Sinking down to my chin, I sighed. “I wish there was a way to travel to-and-from like Kagome can…”
Taking a deep breath and shaking my head clear away the slowly gathering dark thoughts, I rose out of the hot spring and snatched a cloth to dry myself off with. Then I grabbed the prettier of the two kimonos, pulling the sleeves on and tying the front in place, amazed by how comfortable the fabric was against my skin.
It wasn’t silk, but it wasn’t necessarily cotton either. I’m not sure what it was.
Wrapping the white mobokama on, I patted the fabric, ensuring it was all tied correctly, surprised by how well it fit me considering it seemed to be made ready-to-wear rather than a fabric for me to try and sew together myself as most kimonos in this time were. The sleeve length and hem length were perfect, hiding my scars from any who were unaware of them.
Hmm…
Sesshōmaru probably had the foresight to know that, what with my being a foreigner, I had no idea how to put together a kimono.
Supposedly evil demon lord saves me once again. This time from my inadequacy of not knowing how to sew outside of making a few stitches. I do know how to work in the fields due to my early days here, and which herbs could be used as medicine, but that was about it. It probably wouldn’t hurt to learn how to put a kimono together at some point.
Placing the tiniest drop of camellia oil on my hand, I rubbed it against my fingers and then ran them through the strands of my hair. It didn’t take too long, having such short hair, and not wanting to keep Sesshōmaru waiting any longer I carefully wrapped everything back up in the furoshiki and tied it around my shoulders in the way I had seen Sango do so often.
With that, I left the hotspring.
I was a bit surprised to see his fur boa sticking out from a nearby tree. I knew he’d be close, but I didn’t think he’d be that close. Oh gods, he didn’t hear me singing or talking to myself… did he? Probably. Frick. Let’s not think about it. Sesshōmaru was sitting down as expected, leaning against the trunk with his eyes closed. There was no doubt that he could hear me approach him.
Still… I couldn’t help myself from taking the opportunity to poke out from behind the tree, leaning to the side and grinning down at him. “I’m back~! I didn’t make you wait too long, did I?”
He slowly opened his eyes, unperturbed by the unusual greeting, and turned his head, looking up at me.
I stepped out from behind the tree, moving to stand in front of him. Ignoring the way my heart picked up pace, I held my arms out and beamed, doing a little spin to show off the kimono I was wearing. “Well? What do you think? Does it look okay?”
Unsurprisingly, he said nothing.
Facing him once more, I placed my hands on my waist, waiting expectantly for a response. When I continued to receive only silence, I tilted my head with a small pout.
“No? Not even a nod or a shake of the head?” I sighed. It was mostly for show, however, so I perked up near immediately- ignoring the mild disappointment I felt. “Also, how did you know blue was my favorite color? Did I tell you that back in the castle? I don’t think I did… but, then again, I don’t remember half of what I said. Also, I love the flowers!”
I held an arm up, pointing to the yellow embroidery on the sleeves.
“The color scheme in general makes me think of forget-me-nots, which makes me super happy. Those are my favorite. Where did you get these, anyway? …Did you steal them? Did you buy them? They’re so fancy.”
As I spoke the demon lord pushed himself onto his feet, rising steadily and starting to walk in the direction of camp. I, of course, followed after, clean and healthy and in a very good mood.
“The kimono you gave Rin was really cute, too. Green and orange are definitely her colors. I can’t really imagine you walking into a human village to get them, though…” I folded my arms over my chest, going deep into thought. It felt so nice to be wearing something that wasn’t ruined. “Hmm. Did you have a demon make them? Are there demons who make kimonos? I know there’s a demon named Totosai who makes swords, so I’m guessing there could be a kimono-making demon…”
Suddenly, I remembered.
I stopped walking, nearly jumping in place at the memory. “Oh, frick! That’s right! Sesshōmaru, I need to talk to you about something!”
“…What is it?” He asked, coming to a halt.
“It’s about tenseiga!”
Sesshōmaru’s eyes narrowed, the demon lord looking at me from over his shoulder.
Seeing that, I faltered- mildly intimidated- and tried to get to the point. “Y… You remember how I said that… it might hold your father’s soul since it was crafted from his fang? Well, uh…” I cleared my throat, giving an awkward if not dramatic wave towards the sword at his hip. “I was right. It does hold part of his soul.”
His gaze hardened.
Panicking even further, I attempted to explain, retracting my hand to ruffle my hair. “It… just… before you revived me, I, uh… ahem. Oh gods, this is going to sound crazy. Um, when I died… I sort of…” I squinted, holding my hands out in front of me, moving them around as I talked. “...kind of… spoke to him? Maybe?”
I chanced a glance at Sesshōmaru, and nearly jumped out of my skin at the sight of his golden glare. He may not hate me, but if I didn’t phrase my words very carefully from this point on he might actually decide to kill me out of anger. A lump caught in my throat, and I held my hands up defensively, taking a small step back.
“He was a spirit! I-I can talk to spirits, remember? I was on my way to the afterlife, since I… y’know, died, and I was just surrounded by all this mist! There was also this really weird invisible force pushing me around which I didn’t really like, and I could see some bones poking out from beneath the mist so I dove under to check things out- and I saw this gigantic skeleton! And I mean giant!”
I held my hands in the air to try and emphasize how tall it was, even standing on my toes.
“It was all decked out in this… really fancy armor! But it also… felt really familiar to me for some reason? So I went near it. And when I got close enough, bam! A hand shot out and grabbed me, and pulled me into the skeleton!”
I thought I might have imagined it for a moment, but Sesshōmaru’s brows furrowed.
“We ended up in its belly, where there was this circular platform and a bunch of bones- and over half of those bones were melted, as if a huge battle took place there. And when I looked up, your dad was there! He was… um…”
Gods, how do I describe him?
“He was taller than you, I think, with dark skin and blue jagged markings…” One on each cheek. “Oh, and he wore his hair tied up! He was really pretty. Like- ruggedly handsome, kind of pretty? And he had two fur tail thingies that looked a lot like yours!”
“You…” Sesshōmaru actually looked frustrated by this information, his expression contorting ever-so-slightly yet in a way that spoke a thousand words. His hand lifted and coiled around the handle of tenseiga. “You actually spoke to him? You… spoke to my father?”
This was a subject that hit a nerve, it seemed.
I found myself tuning down some of my dramatics, forcing myself to calm down and lower my hands, fiddling with my fingers. Unsure of what else to say, I could only make myself give a small nod. “Y-Yeah… just a little, though.”
Sesshōmaru glanced away, staring down at the sword in his grasp, before unsheathing it- holding it up to observe. I never got too good of a look at tenseiga before, having been dazed and delirious the last time I saw it, but it really was quite a beautiful sword. It was shaped like a fang, reminding me of a much smaller version of tetsusaiga. The demonic blade glinted in the light, and it hummed with a familiar warmth.
His father’s warmth.
Without thinking about it, I stepped forward- instinctively reaching out and brushing my fingers against the dull blade, recalling the way his father’s hand had felt as I held it in my own, before my brown gaze rose to meet Sesshōmaru’s inquiring golden stare. The blade resembled its creator more than it did its master, and yet… I could feel his warmth, too, standing as close as I was.
“You know…” When I spoke, my voice was soft. I didn’t wish to anger him. I simply wished to inform of all that had happened, as he had the right to know. As that person’s son, he deserved to know. “It was because of tenseiga that I recognized him. Because… you saved me from the panther demons.”
“Tenseiga demanded I save you.” Was his blunt reply.
I shook my head slowly, not falling for such an obvious lie. “Tenseiga called out to me, Sesshōmaru. It was what woke me up. But…”
My free hand curled around his own- which was still grasping the handle of the blade. His grip tightened, and I felt his stare intensify; harden, even, but not in a way that scared me. Unlike his father’s and even his brother’s, his hand was smooth- not nearly as calloused or rough to the touch. And unlike his father, he was alive. Alive and so very warm.
“It was only because you used tenseiga that it could do that.”
Sesshōmaru was the one who drew the blade. It was this hand of his that made the decision to wake my sleeping self.
“His soul called out to me,” I said, unwavering as my eyes bore deep into his own, “but you were the one who saved me.”
I was in denial before. I didn’t understand why he would want to help me. But after reviving me, gifting me the new kimonos, and even guiding me to a hot spring so I clean myself up properly; it was hard to ignore it. As his father said, he was a proud demon- yet in that way he was still immature. He refused to acknowledge certain emotions, especially if they could be deemed a weakness.
Sesshōmaru would never admit he went out of his way to save me, just as he would never admit that he cared about Rin or Jaken.
But that was okay.
I didn’t really know what his relationship was with his father; I know Miroku and Sango said that he felt that Inuyasha was the favored son, as he had been gifted tetsusaiga- a sword that can kill, while Sesshōmaru himself had been gifted with tenseiga, a blade that can heal. Sesshōmaru had felt betrayed by his father when he made that decision. He was not a compassionate person, at least not to begin with. He believed that being bequeathed such a “useless” sword was an insult. But somewhere along the way his heart began to grow, and even now it’s still growing. We’re a lot alike in that way.
There’s so much we still have to learn.
“Sesshōmaru…” I wasn’t entirely sure how long we stood there, staring at each other. A part of me was surprised he didn’t push me away, or yank his hand and the sword away from my own. But tenseiga began to hum, and that gave me the confidence needed to speak again after such an intense silence. My eyes felt like they were starting to water, having been holding his gaze for so long. There was so much hidden in his golden stare that I didn’t understand. “He…”
Gods, I don’t know what to tell him.
“I don’t know what your relationship is with him,” From what I learned from the man himself, it sounded a bit like an estranged relationship, as he had deemed himself a neglectful father who learned his wrongs too late, “but… he seemed proud of you. What exactly it is you did that he’s proud of, I don’t know. But part of his soul is there in tenseiga, watching over you. And…”
I tried to find the words to say, but came up short. After a few seconds, I awkwardly pulled away and stepped back, hands in the air as I realized what I had just done.
“And I-” I fumbled, stammering as I brought a hand to rest against the back of my head, ruffling my hair, my face burning red, “I just… felt like you should know that. S-Sorry if… I, uh… overstepped any, um… boundaries.”
I cringed and looked away, unable to bring myself to face him.
I really hoped that didn’t upset him. This was terrifying.
When I finally gathered the courage to glance at him again, I saw he was staring at his sword, the blade held in front of him now rather than to the side. “Proud of me, you say…? Hmph.” He closed his eyes, sheathing tenseiga. “You always say such nonsensical things.”
“...Y-Yeah, I… kinda do, huh?”
I watched nervously as he turned around, his back facing me. Sesshōmaru looked like he was about to walk away, but instead of doing so he just stood there for a few seconds, most likely processing the conversation. When he spoke, he didn’t look at me, his stare facing forward in the direction of camp. “Did he say anything else to you? Anything… important?”
“Important?” I echoed. “Uh…”
Frick. I can’t think. My brain is going blank.
“Aside from the whole tenseiga thing? I mean…” I’m definitely not going to mention the whole smile thing; that was way too embarrassing. “He said that I shouldn’t have been able to summon him? That I should have already passed on? And that… I was a pretty powerful priestess for having summoned him? I-I don’t… hrm. Ah! He said a connection had formed between me and tenseiga, though… I think you already knew that.”
Wait, I got it!
“Oh! When I asked him why half of him was melted, he said it was because you and Inuyasha fought inside of his remains- and was really disappointed in both of you for not respecting him more! He said something like, “I planned ahead for their rivalry, and yet they’re still such handfuls”! I don’t think he was actually that upset though. Also, now that I’m thinking about it, how the heck did you two wind up there in the first place? It’s the… the border? Yeah, the border between the living world and the afterlife, right? Why were you guys even fighting in him? You two are still alive, so how did you end up there?”
The more I talk about it, the weirder it sounds.
“You know what?” I held my hands up in a dismissive shrug, making a face and shaking my head. “I don’t wanna know. I can only handle so much Feudal Era weirdness.”
Sesshōmaru said nothing in response to what I rambled, simply starting to make his way back to camp. I blinked, realizing a bit too late that he was leaving.
“...Gah! Sesshōmaru- wait for me!”
Notes:
There's a scene later on in the anime where everyone is in the border to the afterlife because Naraku, so Inugang is hiding out in Toga's remains, right? Sess shows up, and just PUNCHES Inuyasha in the face for "disrespecting" their father's remains- and it's absolutely hilarious, because Sess literally MELTS his dad's remains in, like, episode five of season one. Aslkfjdlkfjdlkjfd. It's also just... funny because Sess is so elegant and it cracks me up whenever he just decides to forgo poison and swords, and just use his fists. Like YAS KING unleash your inner barbarian-class.
Anyways. Sess did NOT know Irene's favorite color. She just so happened to hand him some blue and white flowers the other day and he used those as inspiration for the kimono colors. Hehehe. If you all remember that scene. Legit, I've just been listening to the anime's OST Dearest (BGM strings version) on loop while writing this chapter. Listening to it while writing the convo about tenseiga... OOF. My heart.
Also, how far can I delve into Sess' daddy issues... hmm...
The song is called "Alice" and can be found on youtube. The version I specifically listen to is the cover sung by "Lizz Robinett". It, and my obsession with Lord Fluffy-tsundere-buns, was the inspiration for this fic. This also wasn't HOW I was going to have the title reveal, but eh. It just worked out that way. The song lyrics itself work perfectly for the timeline of the fic I have plotted out. I was going to have Irene sing the song to a curious Rin, but who knows? Maybe that scene can still happen.
As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! Let me know what you think in the comments. 💕💕💕
Chapter 36: A Cruel Demon's Compassion
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Sesshōmaru didn’t speak the rest of the way back to camp. It was a little awkward, but at least he didn’t leave me behind to get lost. It honestly felt kind of weird walking beside him like this, considering our history, knowing we were going to be traveling together from now on.
Even more weird was wearing clothes that he gave me…
But it wasn’t like it was a bad weird. It was a really good weird. I just knew my friends would never believe me if I told them about all this. I never expected Sesshōmaru to revive me, but he did. I didn’t expect him to care or anything of the sort about me, but apparently he did because he not only brought me clothes to wear but a little self-care furoshiki with towels and camellia oil wrapped up inside.
This kimono is so soft too. The fabric, whatever it was made out of, felt amazing. Walking carefully, making sure not to trip over anything, I smoothed the front of my mobokama and fiddled with my sleeves, in awe of its beauty.
I felt so… oh, what’s the word? Fancy? Nah. Proper! No, that’s not it either.
Elegant?
Yes, that’s it. I was a complete disaster of a human, but dressing up in such beautiful clothes made me feel so elegant and…
I stopped my thoughts before they could continue, staring with downtrodden eyes at the pale yellow flowers embroidered on the blue fabric. The clothes were beautiful… far more beautiful than I deserved to wear. A plain face like mine doesn’t automatically improve just because I put on some fancy fabric.
Still… it felt really nice to wear them. I can’t believe Sesshōmaru actually went out of his way to get them for me.
That demon lord really is an enigma.
Glancing up at him, I watched his silver hair flutter with each step, his long fur boa flowing behind him. Sesshōmaru walked with a regal bearing befitting his title, his golden gaze trained on the path ahead. He was completely silent. A part of me wondered if it was because he was thinking about everything I just told him.
Just what was his relationship with his father…? Why does he hate Inuyasha so much? I just don’t get it.
Maybe I’ll never get it, considering how much I love my own siblings.
Fiddling with my sleeves once more, I felt my eyes crinkle and my lips spread into another smile. Then I turned my gaze away, closing my eyes and walking with a little skip in my step. He really was kinder than I thought.
Even if it’s only to me and Rin…
I covered either side of my face with my arms, flustered and a bit embarrassed. I really didn’t understand Sesshōmaru, not at all.
Is it even okay for me to think like this?
To feel so happy?
All that talk with Rin about him is probably just messing with me…
He cares enough to want me alive, that’s all. The only reason he gave me such lovely clothes is because he doesn’t want someone that’s traveling with him dressed so shabbily. It would reflect badly on him. He probably has an image to maintain, being a demon lord and all.
Maybe that’s why he hates Inuyasha so much. He feels like his human blood is a stain on their prideful demon family’s name. It’s awful, but it’s also just speculation.
I really hope that isn’t the actual reason.
Inuyasha…
He and the others are doing okay, right?
Walking through the forest, it didn’t take much longer for us to reach the clearing where Rin was staying with Ah-Un. Jaken was there too, Roh nowhere in sight. The Shikigami probably returned to my soul now that he finished his task and ensured my safety. Jaken looked absolutely exhausted, and I couldn’t stop my smile from growing into a wicked grin at the sight.
“Lord Sesshōmaru!” Rin exclaimed, seeing the demon lord walk into view. She was quick to jump onto her feet. When I entered her field of vision as well, Rin let out a small gasp and brought her hands to her lips, her brown eyes sparkling. “Big Sister, you…!”
Stepping past Sesshōmaru and entering the campsite, I did a little twirl for Rin, showing off the new kimono. “Tadah~! What do you think?” I posed for her just as I did for Sesshōmaru, although this time I actually got a reaction.
What she said, however, surprised me. “You’re so beautiful!”
“…O-Oh! Um.” I faltered at that, startled by the compliment, and lowered my arms to fiddle with the fabric of my sleeves. “Th-Thank you. It’s more the kimono that’s pretty, though.”
“You and the kimono are pretty, Big Sister!” Rin exclaimed. She ran over to me, grabbing my hands and holding them high in the air. She was frowning at me, eyes stern, but she was so cute it had such little effect. “You’re even prettier now than when we first met!”
Okay, she’s definitely trying to butter me up. “I-If you say so…”
“I do say so!” Suddenly, she tugged on my hands and spun me around, looking up at Sesshōmaru. He was standing quietly, watching the scene take place. “Look, M’lord! Isn’t Big Sister pretty? She’s even more beautiful now that she’s in the kimono you got her!”
Oh gods. Please, no. Not this.
I felt my face burn, and unable to bear the weight of Sesshomaru’s gaze and the embarrassment that was this whole conversation I looked away, biting down hard on my bottom lip. I should have known Rin would try something like this. If she wasn’t holding onto me, I would have been covering my face with my fingers to hide the redness of my cheeks.
Thankfully, Jaken came to the rescue.
The imp clearly didn’t learn his lesson earlier, and now that he’s recovered from his dizziness of being shaken around by Roh he had found the perfect opportunity to insult me and was going to use it. “As if Lord Sesshōmaru would ever stoop so low as to find a human woman attractive! He is a man of taste! Of elegance! There isn’t a female alive on this earth that could garner his attention! He’s more likely to fall for his own reflection than a filthy thing like… like… uh…”
Jaken suddenly began to sweat. Rin and I stared at him, both annoyed and waiting for him to continue, but when he just squinted and recoiled we blinked. Looking behind us, we saw Sesshōmaru looking at the imp demon with narrowed eyes, a smile actually playing on his lips.
For a second, I thought I was hallucinating. But, no- the demon lord was actually smiling.
Jaken looked scared out of his wits. He was quick to get on his knees and bow down. “F-Forgive me, M’lord! I didn’t mean to suggest you were so foolish as to fall for a reflection! O-Or that you were lowly! I just didn’t think you would ever fall so low as to harbor affections for a mortal- guh!”
There was no helping him. Sesshōmaru strolled past us and planted a foot firmly on Jaken’s back, stepping on him and making him plant face-first into the dirt. A single green hand twitched in the air.
…Yikes.
When Sesshōmaru released him, the smile was gone and replaced with a slight scowl. He walked over to Ah-Un and grabbed the dragon by the reins. “We’re leaving. Get up, Jaken.”
“Y-Yes, M’lord…” The imp whimpered, struggling to pull himself up from the ground. “Ohh, I really need to learn to keep my big mouth shut…”
Sniffling, Jaken managed to stand up and grabbed his staff off the ground.
Rin was quick to follow after Sesshōmaru as the demon lord began to take off, heading in a seemingly random direction, and I walked next to them, petting the demonic dragon affectionately. Ah-Un really was such a good demon. I couldn’t help but giggle and grin when it leaned one of its heads into my palm, enjoying the gentle scritches.
I could feel Jaken’s glare on my back as we walked, the imp staring daggers and clearly plotting my murder. “Really, what does my lord see in you…? Hmph. Rotten woman…”
“Jaken~!” I sang sweetly, glancing at him from over my shoulder. “Didn’t we discuss before on how to address me? Or did you already forget my promise? Hm?”
He jumped, his beady eyes growing wide, before he pointed a finger at me and started screeching, “As if I’d ever be afraid of a mortal like you! You’d be nothing without those spirits of yours! The only reason you’re alive right now is because Lord Sesshōmaru showed you mercy! You should be throwing yourself at his feet and offering your life up to him in gratitude!”
I made a face at that. “Would he even like that, though?”
“Of course he would!”
“Uh-huh… hey, Sesshōmaru~!” As Rin tugged Ah-Un along, I clapped my hands together and moved to the other side of the dragon to walk beside the demon lord again, glancing up at him with a sickeningly sweet smile. Sesshōmaru glanced down at me out of the corner of his eyes. “Would you like me to throw myself at your feet? Or would you rather I not do that and just… continue what I’ve been doing?”
Sesshōmaru said nothing, merely narrowing his eyes at me and turning his attention back to the path in front of him.
“…Yeah, that’s what I figured. Hear that, Jaken!?” I looked at the fuming imp from over my shoulders. “Pretty sure your lord just decided it would be annoying if I threw myself at him.”
“As if you could possibly understand the complexity of my lord’s thoughts!” Jaken screeched, pointing a finger at me. “A mere mortal woman like you!? No way! Never!”
“Well, if he ever does decide he wants me to throw myself at his feet, I’m pretty sure he’ll just shove my face in the dirt with his boot like he did to you.” I stated, expression deadpan. “Based off earlier, he has one hell of a kick.”
Jaken sputtered, but as he fumbled for a response I could have sworn I heard something from the demon lord beside me. Not a chuckle. Not a laugh. But a breath of air, almost akin to a snort- or maybe a scoff- and when I snapped my head up to look at him I saw the corner of his lips had twitched upwards just slightly.
Oh.
Oh, my.
The smirk faded just as quickly as it had come, gone as if it had never existed, but it had been there. Short as the moment was, Sesshōmaru had looked amused.
And… it was because of something I said.
Feeling my face burn, I hurriedly looked away, fiddling with my new kimono sleeves. I bit down hard on my bottom lip to fight the flustered and joyous smile that was trying to sneak its way up. I felt so proud of myself.
Small as it was, I got a reaction out of him.
I got a smirk out of Sesshōmaru.
Oh, how I wish my friends could have seen it. They’ll never believe me. Gods, this is insane.
Am I smiling? Oh no, I’m smiling.
My efforts have failed!
Bringing my hands up to either side of my face, I tried to hide the silly way I was grinning, my reddened cheeks aching from the sheer size of my smile. I must look so ridiculous. Ugh. Curse these emotions of mine.
“Psst, Big Sister!” Rin whispered loudly, holding a hand up to her face.
I blinked, looking down at her as I peered over from behind Sesshōmaru. I watched as she pointed at the demon lord in question, her brown eyes sparkling. “Huh?”
Confused, I glanced up- only to feel the embarrassment and the burning in my cheeks worsen when I saw a golden eye gazing down at me.
Upon noticing my surprised stare, it widened- then quickly narrowed and turned away, Sesshōmaru releasing the reins on Ah-Un and walking a little ways up ahead of us. I was left absolutely baffled, while Rin beamed from ear-to-ear, having never looked more proud of herself.
“Told you so.” She said, and I couldn’t help but smack a hand to my face, feeling my heart race and bubble in my chest for a reason it really shouldn’t be.
“Rin, please.” Was Sesshōmaru seriously looking at me because I was smiling? “Not now.”
“I’m just saying! Besides, you really do look beautiful in that kimono!”
Jaken huffed from his spot trailing behind us, his hands tucked in his sleeves with his staff balanced against his shoulder. “She looks ridiculous. Honestly, I don’t understand m’lord’s actions one bit. Why go out of his way to save you and clothe you? It’s Rin all over again.”
“Because he likes her!” The little girl huffed. “And Ah-Un and I like her, too! You’re just prickly because Lord Sesshōmaru didn’t get you new clothes.”
Jaken shrieked at that. “As if I would be! I have all I would ever need from m’lord! Why, he handed me the Staff of Two Heads himself! And- hey, where’re you going!?”
He waved a fist at us when we began to pick up pace, Rin leading Ah-Un closer to Sesshōmaru while I walked beside them, one hand against Rin’s back as if to help guide her.
“Answer meeee! I was about to tell you the story of how I met Lord Sesshōmaru!”
“Not interested.” Rin stated, tone of voice blunt.
I nodded in agreement. “You annoy me.”
Jaken lowered his hand in shock, his staff dropping to the ground as he stood still, watching us getting farther and farther away. “But… it’s such a touching story…”
…
After leaving the castle to go save Sango and Miroku from the trap that had been laid with Kohaku, the three of them- with Kirara- returned to the castle to fetch Kagome, Shippō, and Maria. Inuyasha filled everyone in on what had transpired during their absence, and a heavy silence fell over the group- worry for Irene hanging in the air, the blood trail she had left behind only making that worry worsen.
Knowing she was already long gone after having been taken away atop Sesshōmaru’s steed, Inuyasha searched the castle grounds for any hint of Naraku or even Anastasia. With nothing left but ruins and dead demons, and the bones of long-since rotten human corpses, the place was completely and utterly abandoned.
He had been so close to killing Naraku. This was the most vulnerable that bastard had ever been, and yet… he still got away.
Naraku used Irene against Inuyasha.
Against Sesshōmaru.
He used her to make his escape, and now- because he had to go save his friends, to make sure Sango and Miroku weren’t badly wounded by Kohaku, and had to come back to make sure Kagome and Shippō and Maria were still unharmed- Irene was probably miles away. She was probably already dead. And he… couldn’t do anything to help her.
“Damn it…!”
His hands curled into fists, claws digging into his palms, and the group let out a collective gasp when he suddenly took off running, moving full speed in the direction Irene’s bloodtrail led. Sango and Miroku were quick to hop up on Kirara, while Maria pulled Kagome onto Saun with her. Shippō yelped and scurried, barely grasping onto the large wolf’s tail in time so he wasn’t left behind.
Together, they chased after him, and Inuyasha ground his teeth together, lips curling back and showcasing his fangs as the frustration grew.
Why!?
He didn’t understand it all. Why did Naraku’s threat work on Sesshōmaru? Why did he save her? Why does he keep saving her? He hates humans. Irene is a human. He should want her dead. He shouldn’t be showing up in the nick of time to save her, or have his two-headed dragon carry her and a random human child away on its back.
Slowing down some, Inuyasha found himself deep inside the nearby forest, and sniffing the air he followed the scent until the trail ran cold. When he arrived, his feet stumbled to an abrupt halt, knees half-bent as he crouched, staring with a pale face at what lied before him. Behind him, his friends caught up; and dread pooled in their stomachs, growing just as ill as Inuyasha himself.
There was a dried pool of blood staining the grass, large and thick and so very strong. But, most notably, within that crimson, was a mask- the demon slaying, poison-repelling mask Sango had fixed up for Irene. The blue straps had been stained red, and the metal was covered in the young woman’s blood.
Not a word being said by anyone, Sango slowly slid off of Kirara’s back.
She made her way over to kneel down beside Inuyasha, reaching a hand out to carefully pick the mask up, ignoring the stickiness of the blood as it clung to the stained grass. Her expression was solemn and dark, her brown eyes heavy with both anger and sadness. She stared at the mask for a long moment.
Then, she spoke, her voice unnervingly quiet. “Inuyasha… going by scent alone, can you tell if she’s alive?”
He didn’t answer at first.
In truth, all Inuyasha smelled was death. The scent of the blood and miasma was overwhelming, and Irene’s scent, the scent that was so gentle and weak and yet somehow always managed to stay so full of life, was utterly tainted by the stench.
Inuyasha couldn’t stop his expression from twisting at the very smell of it, his heart shattering in the way it did so many times before. Breaking, twisting in his gut like a pair of sharp claws. Gripping at his chest, suffocating him. And a heavy cold, settling deep inside him.
He knew this feeling well.
When Inuyasha had been young and his mother fell sick and died, when he had thought Kikyō had betrayed him after she sealed him to the sacred tree, when he found out a crazed priestess had revived Kikyō as a living corpse made of grave soil and clay- and that Kikyō still blamed him for everything even though Naraku was the cause for their misunderstanding. The lack of trust between them. The way he blamed himself for not being able to stop what happened. And… when he had thought he had once lost Kagome and Shippō for good, and when Sango and Miroku both tried to surrender their lives- both for differing reasons.
Loss was… something Inuyasha was well-acquainted with.
He knew what it was like to lose a loved one. He knew what it was like to lose someone he thought he could trust. He knew what it was like to love and not trust, and to have that love and distrust thrown back in his face. He knew what it was like to love and lose, because he had done it several times before, and each time was more painful than the last. His entire childhood was spent running and hiding in fear, trying desperately to stay alive, because all he had known had left him and the world was intent on getting rid of him too.
Inuyasha spent a very long time avoiding people because of this before the day Kagome came into his life. She taught him to love and trust again, to have faith in others. It was because of her that he has friends like Sango, Miroku, Shippō, and Kirara now.
But… with Irene- at first, he had trouble allowing himself to get close to her. He firmly believed she would just be yet another grave to dig. He didn’t see the point in letting himself care, since she would be six feet beneath the ground soon enough.
She proved him wrong, though.
Oh, Irene proved Inuyasha so very wrong, and before he knew it he began to care. It felt like they were far too different to get along, but in truth they were actually far too much alike. That was why… he believed she’d be fine; that she could handle things on her own. Despite her illness, or maybe even because of it, she was much tougher than people would think when they looked at her. She was more stubborn than any pack mule or bull demon. In Inuyasha’s eyes, Irene had a thirst for survival.
A talent for it.
In a world where everything and everyone will try to reject you, just because you’re different and because you don’t look like them, she fought to survive. Irene never let anything or anyone keep her down. She clawed her way to freedom, to life, and pushed ever onwards, not slowing down once- even if it led to her suffering fevers or colds or particularly bad wounds. She was a fighter, even though her talents were more suited for healing.
He was… proud to call her a friend. And that’s why…
Inuyasha could hardly believe she was dead.
“…Sesshōmaru went after her.” He finally said after way too long of a pause. Sango inhaled sharply, her gaze intense as she whipped her head around to stare at him. Inuyasha could feel the eyes of his friends boring into him, his mouth oddly dry as a bitter taste formed on his tongue. He felt a little light-headed, and he dazedly wondered if the pungent smell of Irene’s blood mixed with Naraku’s miasma was becoming too much for him. “He was… there, at the castle, to save her.”
Why, he still didn’t know. None of it made sense to him.
“If… If he… actually cares about Irene, then…”
Gods, why does Inuyasha feel so ill?
Miroku stepped forward, understanding dawning on his features as his blue eyes grew wide before quickly narrowing, a frown pulling across his lips. “Inuyasha, tell me; you don’t honestly believe Sesshōmaru is capable of wielding the tenseiga, do you?”
At his inquiry, Inuyasha’s ears drew back and his lips curled, fangs bared. His claws dug into his palms once more, drawing blood with how bad his fists were shaking, and everyone jolted and jumped, looking on at the half-demon in surprise, when he suddenly let out a loud growl and barked out, practically shouting, his expression hidden as he hung his head low, “Of course I don’t!”
The trees around them shuddered and shook, several birds flying out from the comfort and protection of the leaves out of fright from the loud noise, his voice echoing in the sky for quite some time. Inuyasha was trembling. He was furious. He was ashamed. He didn’t know what it was he was feeling.
There was so much confusion, so much… contradiction.
It felt as if everything he had known up until this point had been some kind of lie.
“Inuyasha…” Kagome curled a hand close to her chest. Her brows furrowed in her concern, her brown eyes shimmering with untold sadness. She knew he was hurting. She knew the thought of Sesshōmaru helping a human hurt him, as he had rejected him for so long because of his human blood. But she also knew she didn’t truly know just how deep that pain reached.
“Sesshōmaru is a monster.” Inuyasha hissed. “He doesn’t have the heart to care about others. But…”
Shippō moved to jump and climb up on Kagome’s arm so he could sit on her shoulder, and once perched there he gazed at the half-demon with big green eyes, concerned and curious by what was going on in his mind. “But… what?”
Throughout all this, Maria was completely silent.
Inuyasha couldn’t bring himself to finish his train of thought. He felt like he would throw up if he tried. The idea that Sesshōmaru had somehow softened after the last time he had tried to kill him- it felt… like some kind of fever dream.
Inuyasha was just so convinced it was impossible.
Sure, they were brothers- but only on their father’s side of the family. They had nothing in common. Sesshōmaru spent most of Inuyasha’s life trying to kill him. After doing all of that, after trying to erase Inuyasha’s existence from the world so he wouldn’t have to live with the knowledge that he had a half-demon for a brother, a brother with mortal blood, how was Inuyasha supposed to believe Sesshōmaru cared about his incredibly human friend?
Irene was… the most human a human has ever been.
She was so weak, so frail, so sickly, and yet fought so hard just to survive. She showed kindness when others would show cruelty. She gave forgiveness when others would demand vengeance. She was soft. There’s no way Sesshōmaru could ever… care about someone like her.
Furthermore, knowing him, how was Inuyasha supposed to believe that Sesshōmaru could care enough about anyone or anything to actually use tenseiga? Only one with a compassionate heart could wield that sword; there’s just no way Sesshōmaru actually had a change of heart.
Right…?
Irene had a way with others, sure. There was that headman from Kasasagi Town who fell for her after she forgave him for imprisoning and hurting her. She even somehow managed to get one of the people who kidnapped and tried to sacrifice her to fall in love with her. Tōran is probably still at Kaede’s village waiting for Irene to return so they can talk, or maybe just to try and steal another surprise kiss from her. Inuyasha doesn’t know and doesn’t really care.
But Sesshōmaru wasn’t like other people. He was ruthless. Brutal. Cruel. He didn’t have a heart to care.
So why was he at the castle? Who was the little kid? Why did he bring that dragon, if not to carry the kid and Irene out of there and to somewhere safe? He rarely ever uses it.
It just didn’t make any sense to Inuyasha.
“Irene…” Sango began, realization flashing in her eyes. “Irene said that Sesshōmaru helped her before. And then there was that time with the Panther Demons…”
“Sesshōmaru hates humans,” Miroku noted, bringing a hand thoughtfully to his chin, “but when it comes to Irene, he’s always there to help. Why is that?”
Poor Shippō looked so confused. “Wait, so do we think Sesshōmaru used tenseiga on Irene? Or not?”
A small noise from the transformed Kirara made it obvious that she believed the demon lord did.
Sango stood and walked over to the rest of them, resting her free hand atop her demon companion’s head. An unreadable look was in her eyes as she scratched behind Kirara’s ears. Everything Irene had once told her about the demon lord was coming to mind now, and it left her with the strangest feeling in her chest. “Maybe… Maybe Sesshōmaru does care about Irene. At least enough to want her alive. I can’t imagine him going out of his way to save her a third time otherwise.”
All of this was so… weird.
Lifting her gaze, Sango turned to stare at Inuyasha again- the boy chancing a glance at her out of the corner of his eye, over his shoulders. To the demon slayer, who had been informed how badly Sesshōmaru had treated him in the past, and had seen them fight at least once, Inuyasha looked like a frightened dog.
He was afraid.
Not for Irene, who- deep down- he knew was alive, but of the idea that Sesshōmaru had somehow changed. The person he despised more than anything, perhaps even more than Naraku himself.
Sango remembered all too clearly the way Inuyasha had lashed out at Irene before when she said she didn’t hate Sesshōmaru. When she said she had actually felt safe with him. The idea that Sesshōmaru could have had a change of heart, and was no longer the ruthless demon Inuyasha grew up with- grew up avoiding, grew up trying to survive against- was… terrifying to him. It was like the world he thought he understood was coming crashing down around him.
Because if Sesshōmaru’s heart actually changed for the better, if he was actually going out of his way to save Irene- Inuyasha’s friend- then that meant Inuyasha would have to feel gratitude towards him. One of his best friends would be alive because of the half-brother that had so-often wanted him dead.
But… that doesn’t erase the past.
Sango wonders if Inuyasha realizes that. If he knows that, just because Sesshōmaru has the capacity to care now and even cares about one of their friends, it doesn’t mean the scars of the past will vanish. Inuyasha is still allowed to hate him. He’s allowed to hold a grudge.
Sesshōmaru had been awful to him.
Just because there will be gratitude to the demon lord for saving Irene, that doesn’t mean Inuyasha has to forgive him.
“Inuyasha…” The bloodied mask felt heavy in Sango’s hand, but she didn’t set it down. Her features shifted into something gentler, yet still so very sad. “It’s okay.”
The half-demon said nothing.
“It’s okay to hate Sesshōmaru.”
His feelings are completely valid on this matter. Forgiveness is a gift, not an obligation, and Inuyasha does not have to give it if he does not choose so.
Sesshōmaru had hurt him terribly, and Inuyasha still carries those wounds with him today. Invisible though they may be, they still weigh heavily on him, and it was clear to all that Irene’s complicated and… uncertain relationship with the demon lord was leaving Inuyasha to feel more than a little confused about everything. About what he knew about his previously cold-hearted brother.
And that’s okay.
Because, no matter what he chooses or how he feels, Sango and the others will all be there for him. They will take Inuyasha’s side every step of the way. “Irene’s always had the tendency to see good in people. To win them over. Maybe she just… got to Sesshōmaru, too. You know how she is.”
Inuyasha remained silent for a moment more, slowly raising his head and lifting his tired amber gaze to the sky. “...I can’t catch her scent anymore. They flew up atop the dragon, but then all these other scents start getting in the way. I think Naraku sent a bunch of demons along with Kagura. Judging by the lingering demonic aura, Sesshōmaru… probably took care of them.”
Just like before, Sesshōmaru saved Irene.
He saved her when Inuyasha couldn’t.
“...Irene is alive?” Maria finally asked, voice low, having been listening silently as they talked and debated what her sister’s fate might have been. Her hazel eyes bore into Inuyasha, and the half-demon slowly turned to look at her.
His amber eyes were tired. “Yeah. If… Sesshōmaru actually cares about her.”
Which, despite his mind screaming otherwise, Inuyasha was disturbingly convinced he did.
…
Stretching my arms out above my head, I let out a small yawn.
There didn’t seem to be any clear direction in which we were going. This wasn’t really something new to me, as it was often aimless wandering when I was still traveling with Inuyasha and the others, but I wasn’t used to all the walking and… in all honesty, just how peaceful things were.
Sesshōmaru’s very presence seemed to scare away any creatures or demons intelligent enough to recognize him as a threat. An impressive feat, considering he has two humans with him- one of which was currently riding on his two-headed dragon steed while the other was practically skipping in her excitement.
I tried not to let it bother me, though; the idea that my friends might be in more danger than I was. I had no chance of getting back to them right now, as I hadn’t the slightest clue as to where they were, and I knew they were more than capable of protecting themselves.
Of… protecting Maria.
So I was just going to focus on the present. I’ll come across them again eventually. When that day comes, I’ll fret and panic and do what I do- try and help and get scolded for it. But until then… I’m going to enjoy this peace.
And this air that I can breathe!
“Big Sister?” Rin looked amused when she heard me humming, watching as I walked with a bit of a spring in my step. “You okay?”
“I am great!” Walking a little ways ahead of Sesshōmaru, I did a small spin, throwing my arms out with a giddy laugh as I back-marched, facing Rin and Ah-Un. Jaken was sulking behind them, dragging his feet as we walked. “I’m alive and I can breathe, and I’m wearing clean clothes! I can’t remember the last time I could move like this! O-Or even speak like this!”
It all felt so surreal.
I found myself doing another little spin, movements not too exaggerated but still dramatic enough to showcase my joy. I giggled again, coming to a halt and gazing up at the brilliant blue sky. “It’s… so nice.”
The crisp air. The gentle yet slightly cold breeze against my skin. The birds singing their morning songs. The flowers blooming along the road. The herbs growing beside the trees and in the grass.
I think this is the first time I’ve ever truly been able to appreciate it. To realize just what all I’ve missed out on due to being ill.
“And yet… even though there’s so much death and destruction and despair out there…” I curled my hands close to my chest, looking over my shoulders at Sesshōmaru and Rin with a beaming smile and sparkling, somewhat misty eyes. “Isn’t the world just so beautiful?”
Rin was stunned by my words. She looked like she didn’t know what to say. She probably didn’t realize just how emotional being like this was making me, and how the more time passed the more I was able to process the fact that I was actually alive. I couldn’t blame her for that. As perceptive as she was, she was still a kid. It’s not something a lot of adults themselves would probably realize.
They’d probably just call me immature or childish or… foolish. They’d say I’d need to straighten up my act. That they don’t understand why I act the way I do.
But that’s okay.
I am who I am, and I am alive.
In my glee I almost failed to notice the way Sesshōmaru stared at me, his golden eyes unreadable, before continuing to walk- passing by me with a flutter of silver hair and white robes and dog fur. He didn’t so much as glance at me. “What’s so beautiful about it?”
“Everything!”
I hurried forward, quick to walk beside him again, absolutely delighted by what could be considered a rather cynical question. My hands moved as I spoke, my words clear and steady outside of the occasional awkward stutter- and despite his apparent disinterest, Sesshōmaru didn’t walk so fast that I couldn’t keep up.
“The forest, the sky! The leaves on the trees, a-and the birds flying by!” While I talked, a huge smile blossomed across my lips, the joy I felt too strong to be repressed. Stepping ahead, I gestured with a flourish to the flowers nearby, beaming up at the demon lord as he finally focused his attention on me. “The wildflowers!”
Everything was beautiful.
“L-Like… the sunlight! The way it kind of… flutters in through the tree branches! See?” I pointed at what I hoped was a good example. To my surprise, he actually followed my gaze. “Maybe it’s the artist in me, but isn’t it just… serene? The way the light flutters in through the branches, and illuminates the plants below…”
His golden gaze flicked towards me again, but he continued to say nothing.
From atop Ah-Un, Rin giggled. “You sound like a poet!”
“…W-Wait, really?” I blinked at that, and let out a small chuckle as I brought a hand up to ruffle my hair. “I’m actually really bad at poetry. But, uh, yeah. I just- I dunno; I’ve never gotten a chance to see how pretty the forest was before. How… pretty anything was before.”
I was always too sick or too weak, or fast asleep. Curled up in bed or on Kirara’s back, there wasn’t much difference. The outside world had been unknown to me for so long.
But now…
“Now I can! And it’s gorgeous!” I threw my hands out again. I’ve never felt more alive prior to this moment. “Just being able to… live and actually see what’s around you, to breathe it all in, to touch and feel and hear it; I can’t… tell you just how amazing it all is.”
I’ve forgotten so long ago what it was like to feel so free. To not be weighed down by my poor health.
Rin giggled at my enthusiasm and slid off of Ah-Un, running over to walk beside me. Grabbing my hand, she beamed up at me. “It is pretty amazing, right? You should have asked Lord Sesshōmaru to travel with us sooner!”
I almost laughed at that. “I… don’t think he would’ve allowed it.”
“Yeah, he would! I told you, Lord Sesshōmaru really likes you! But, anyways, do you wanna play a game with me? I’ll pick a color, and~ you have to guess what thing it is that I’m thinking of!”
Oh, a little Eye Spy? I haven’t played that in years. “Okay. Sure!”
“Yes! Um…” She held a finger up to her chin, looking around the forest as we walked. “Oh! I see something… yellow!”
“Yellow?” I glanced around the area, searching for what it could be. “We’re going with nature, right? Not just anything?”
“It can be anything!” Rin exclaimed. “It just has to be a pretty color.”
“Pfft. Okay.”
Let’s see; the sun was obviously yellow, but that was too obvious an answer. There were a couple yellow wildflowers that we were passing by, but Jaken and Ah-Un’s eyes were also yellow. Of course, that also included Sesshōmaru’s eyes and even his sash that he was wearing. There were numerous possible answers.
“Hmm.” I tapped my chin, before leaning over to look down at Rin with a small grin. “Is it~ your kimono?”
She shook her head, her brown eyes sparkling. “Nope! Guess again, Big Sister!”
“Hum, hum…”
This was something so silly, but also quite pleasant. It was so peaceful just walking and playing a game as simple as this. No fighting, no stress, just a simple guessing game. It was nice.
It would be even nicer if my friends could be here with us, although Sesshōmaru wouldn’t take kindly to their presence… and vice versa. Blood would probably start spilling seconds after they encounter each other. I’m not so sure I want to take that kind of risk. With any luck, I’ll end up getting separated from the group somehow and will bump into them. That seems to be the pattern, given how everything’s turned out so far.
I held a finger up to my lips, thinking about what yellow thing Rin was thinking of, before realizing there was only one obvious answer- especially since it was Rin who had given the color. It was a little awkward saying it aloud, though. “Is it… Is it Sesshōmaru? His eyes and sash are both shades of yellow.”
Rin squealed as she jumped up, clapping her hands together excitedly. “You got it! Lord Sesshomaru’s eyes were the answer! You’re so smart, Big Sister!”
“Aw, shucks.” I waved her off jokingly. “You’ll make me blush. Anyways, it’s my turn, right? Uh… I spy…”
Looking around, I spotted a color and beamed.
“Something blue!”
The game continued like this for quite a while, an hour passing us by before Rin got bored and tried to convince Jaken to play tag with her. After five minutes of complete failure, she slowed to a walk and huffed, bringing her hands up to rest against her belly. “I’m hungry.”
“Then look for food.” Sesshōmaru stated, tone of voice as blunt as ever. “If you are hungry, you must feed yourself, Rin.”
“I know.” She mused, not at all bothered by his harsh words. After gathering her thoughts, the little girl looked up at me. “Hey, Big Sister! Wanna go foraging with me? There should be lots of tasty mushrooms or plants nearby!”
The question, and Sesshomaru’s overall response, caught me off guard. “Uh… yeah!”
I’m not really sure what I was expecting. I doubted Sesshōmaru eats human food, and Rin and Jaken have both been doing all the hunting, fishing, and foraging the past few days. He may be willing to protect her, but he isn’t going to go out of his way to feed her- unless it involves ordering Jaken around.
It was kind of disappointing, but I may just be looking at things with a biased perspective. I am from a completely different country- and that’s not even counting the fact that he’s a demon.
Demons and humans could be very different, after all.
But… Sesshōmaru?
He was a humanoid demon, much like Shippō and Tōran. That probably doesn’t mean much given how there’s Naraku who literally has Kagura’s heart in the palm of his hand to force her to do his bidding, but isn’t Naraku also an artificial demon? He made himself into what he is, so he hardly counts.
Kirara isn’t humanoid, though. She’s a cat demon through and through. Myoga is a bit of a weird mix- he has humanoid features, but is still very much a flea. Yet they don’t seem much different from regular people. Shippō is a child, so he acts like a child, and Tōran is… well… a very beautiful and cunning woman. If not for their abnormal hair and eye colors, you’d think they were human.
So is Sesshōmaru’s response towards Rin’s declaration of hunger really because he was a demon?
If I thought about it, it could be seen as him trying to encourage Rin’s independence, seeing as he isn’t always here. He doesn’t want her to become too reliant on him. Rin said Sesshōmaru has a habit of disappearing for a couple hours to several days at a time. If she were overly reliant on him she would end up starving during the days he was away, unless Jaken decided to be uncharacteristically helpful and found something for her to eat.
In that case, it’s not really disappointing- but more surprising. It’s not a case of him being a demon, it’s a case of him being stern and pragmatic. Which makes sense, given what I know of his personality.
In a strange way, it was kind of cute.
He’s making sure Rin has the skills she needs to survive, without forcing her to live on her own. He’ll protect her as a father should, but he wants to make sure she knows how to feed and take care of herself in the long run. He’s hard to read and doesn’t really talk that much, but he does… show he cares in his own way. I think. He seems to be more of an “action over words” kind of person.
“Big Sister, this way!” Rin snapped me out of my thoughts by grabbing my hand, and I yelped as I was left to chase after her, being dragged away from the group as she headed deeper into the forest. “We’ll need to find enough for us and Master Jaken! Oh, and maybe a nice juicy patch of grass for Ah-Un! What do you want to eat big sister? Mushrooms? Or do you wanna see if we can find some tasty berries?”
As she talked, she started to ask question after question again, and I tried to answer them as best as I could as we looked around for anything edible. I snatched up a few herbs I recognized, while Rin looked through various bushes for berries. Her voice was so loud it filled the odd silence of the forest, but I didn’t really mind. It was comforting having someone to talk to.
After a while the girl began to sing, making up a song about berry hunting. “Hunting for berries~ feeling so merry~ with my big sis Irene~ to fulfill my stomach’s dream!”
Was it a little weird? Yes. But it was precious.
“Yummy, yummy, in my tummy~ there the berries will go! Yummy, yummy, for my tummy~ in these bushes the berries will show!”
Gods, she’s so cute.
As we foraged, searching bush after bush, getting maybe only a handful of berries at a time, I ended up losing focus. The song faded from my ears and I furrowed my brows together, moving on autopilot as I searched for food, realizing just how easy I had it when I was still traveling with my friends. Kagome often cooked and packed food from her time period, and even brought junk food with her for everyone to snack on.
On days that she didn’t or we had run out, Inuyasha, Sango, or Miroku would go hunting. Kagome even shot a bird down once or twice. Inuyasha would often do the dirty work of preparing the animals for cooking, using his claws to easily gut and skin them.
Their skills and abilities were no longer a luxury I had, and Rin… was really small and really young. It wouldn’t be healthy for her to just survive off fruits and plants. She needs protein.
Unfortunately, I don’t know how to hunt, nonetheless skin and gut an animal. The sight and smells had been so disgusting I turned away every time Inuyasha did it, so I had absolutely no idea how the process worked.
If I knew I’d end up here, I would have at least tried to learn…
It would have been nice if I could time travel like Kagome, because then I could just bring food back from the present to feed Rin. Instead, I’m trapped in this era with no way back, and no idea how to go about properly feeding and looking after an eight-year-old child. I’m not even sure how well I’ll do at taking care of myself. I’m still processing the fact that I’m alive and breathing normally.
If not for Sesshōmaru’s mercy, I’d have been dead already due to my own foolishness.
“Kyaaah!”
Without warning, Rin screamed. Her scream echoed through the air and I snapped up out of the bushes, whirling my head around and sitting on one knee, trying to make out what had caused her to shout like that. To my alarm, Rin had stumbled back and fallen onto her rear, the little girl having been jumpscared by a disgusting centipede demon that had been hiding in the bushes and was missing bits of its flesh.
From the looks of it, it might have been a survivor from the demon horde Sesshōmaru apparently took out, or maybe it was just a demon that had been attacked by something a little stronger than it and just barely managed to escape with its life.
Whatever the case, it didn’t really matter. The demon had it sights set on her for its dinner. “Rin!”
I was already running, scrambling onto my feet and rushing towards her as she flinched back and held her arms over her face, screaming as loudly as she could in hopes for help. Any and all berries we had collected had been tossed and left abandoned on the ground.
Hand encased in blazing red flames, I lunged- my right palm smacking into the front of its hideous face. The demon wriggled and squirmed, screeching and clicking its mandibles before biting me. Feeling its bright red jaws dig into my arm, I glared, emotions fueling the Shikigami and encouraging the flames to grow hotter and hotter until the demon’s head began to burn.
“B-Big Sister!?” Rin was horrified. “Your arm! I-It’s trying to- gah!”
Seeing the flesh melt, the child let out another scream and covered her face. The fire spread from the centipede’s head to the rest of its body, coiling along it, and the demon thrashed, only to realize resistance was futile, and began coiling around me in a last-ditch effort for victory.
If it couldn’t kill me and eat me for dinner, it was going to make sure it took me down with it.
Alarmed by this turn of events, I hurriedly threw my left hand out, trying to push its body back. Getting crushed to death was not part of my plans for the day. Gods, this demon was filthy. It reeked like dried blood and roadkill, and I did not like having its disgusting bug-like face so close to mine. I hated insects with a passion. “N-Nope! No! Don’t you dare!”
Rin cried, scrambling several feet away and holding her hands up to her lips. “Lord Sesshōmaru! Heeeelp!”
“Get off of me!” I was completely surrounded now, and was barely fending off its long body with my elbows, left arm struggling and the fingers on my right hand digging hard into part of its exposed skull. I could feel the fleshiness of its body as it melted away, and quite frankly the feeling made me want to vomit, but I held in my disgust and focused on trying to protect Rin. “Back… off!”
The centipede demon just dug its mandibles harder into my right arm, bruising it terribly, determined to rip it off my shoulder. It seemed to be having actually trouble doing so, however. I wasn’t sure why, or what it’s problem was, but any longer and it might just break the bone instead.
I wasn’t really looking forward to that either.
Damn it.
“Lord Sesshōmaru!” Rin cried again, but this time she sounded less scared and more relieved.
Feeling a terrifyingly strong wave of demonic energy, I knew the demon lord was heading towards us, maybe only ten feet away, watching me struggle with the bug demon. With a grunt and a determined shout I shoved the centipede back, my body lighting ablaze with white hot flames and scaring the centipede into uncoiling from around me. At that moment, just as its mandibles sliced my hand during its escape, there was a blur of silver…
And then the creature was sliced into ribbons, Sesshōmaru standing before us with his claws extended. Going by how fierce his glare was, he was quite angry. A major contrast compared to how relaxed and unbothered he was twenty minutes ago.
“Rin.” Sesshōmaru glanced at the child out of the corner of his eyes. “Are you alright?”
“I-I’m okay.” Rin stammered, still on the ground, tears in her eyes. “B-But Big Sister got hurt! It was eating her arm!”
It tried to, at least. “I hurt it more than it did me, I think.”
I held my right arm up to show off the fact that the limb was still attached to my body, only to blink and stare in surprise at the lack of tearing in my sleeve. Aside from being a little dirty from the demon’s filthy mandibles, there weren't any rips or tears at all. Not even blood from where it had been digging into me.
“Huh?” I pushed my sleeve up, and my eyes went wide, seeing only bruises forming along my pale skin. “Huh!? That… what?”
“Your arm isn’t bleeding!” Rin gasped, and I looked down at her, seeing she was just as confused as I was, before turning to Sesshōmaru. The demon lord was already walking towards me, casually shaking off the green blood coloring his fingers as he did so. His expression was unreadable once more, so I was unable to tell if he was angry we were attacked or if he were curious about the fact that I still retained my arm.
“It… It had bitten me!” I insisted. “It was nibbling all over my arm! I mean, it didn’t bother me that much, but…” I should be bleeding pretty badly. The mandibles had been biting me so hard they threatened to snap the bone in half. Actually, with how hard the demon had been biting me, the bone should have snapped. “You saw it, right? Before I pushed it off me!? You were already here when that happened, right?”
“Hand.” Sesshōmaru just said, and I blinked as he grabbed my fingers, gently lifting them up with his own. His golden gaze focused on the gash on the back of my hand, a flicker of what I dared believe was irritation writing across his sharp features. His eyes lifted to meet mine, and I felt my face grow warm. “You said before your spirits can heal, did you not? Use them.”
Uh, well, “I-It doesn’t… exactly work like that…”
Sesshōmaru narrowed his eyes at me, and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
“A-Again, I don’t control them! I just ask for their help a-and sometimes they react to my emotions! They’re their own entities! They do what they want!”
“Then ask.”
Jeez. “Fine.”
This man has no patience. Honestly, he really is just like his brother. So bossy. Letting out a sigh, I closed my eyes and focused, trying to ignore the slight awkwardness I felt at having to do this. I didn’t see the point in using up energy in healing a small hand injury, but I wasn’t about to argue with the demon lord who gave me back my life.
O’ mighty flowing river… I chanted silently to myself, the words filling my mind almost instinctively. A blue flame began to lick my fingertips, before spreading to my gash and up my bruised arm. From below me, a star-shaped pentagram lit up, blazing bright against the dark green grass. Please, give me your blessing.
From the flames emerged the ever-judgmental koi fish, and I opened my eyes just in time to see them stare disapprovingly at me before mending my wounds and vanishing. It was quite possibly the fastest healing session I’ve done yet.
Once they were gone, I made a face at Sesshōmaru, who had been watching the scene take place with intrigue. “Happy now?”
The demon lord stared down at me, his expression back to its usual neutrality. Cheeks burning beneath his intense stare, I realized he was still holding my hand and I tensed, looking down and noticing my fingers were still covered in blood. Suddenly, everything made sense. The reason why he was so adamant about using the spirits to heal myself; Sesshōmaru hates the smell of my blood. He doesn’t want to smell it any longer than he has to, nor make the scent any stronger.
Am I supposed to just yank my hand away, though? Why is he even holding it? He’s getting my blood all over his fingers from doing so. He could smell it, so I don’t see why he felt the need to actually check the wound.
This man continues to be an enigma.
“So, um…” Ahem. Fingers twitching, I awkwardly pulled away from him and fiddled with my right sleeve, tugging on the fabric. I was baffled by why my limb wasn’t utterly mangled. “Any idea why I still have my arm?”
Sesshōmaru lowered his hand and stepped back, turning his head away to stare at the corpse of the centipede demon. Rin was standing beside its bones, eying it with a very disturbed look on her face. “As… Inuyasha’s friend, you know of the Robe of the Fire Rat, do you not? It protects his weak body from a certain amount of harm. The kimono you’re wearing is made of something similar.”
“...Huh?” Wait, was that jab at his brother really necessary? Rude.
The demon lord's golden gaze was intense as he glanced back at me. “It was crafted from the skin of a water dragon and weaved together with demon worm silk. As a mortal, it’ll protect you from the elements and from harm… to a certain extent. Had it been a regular kimono, your arm surely would have been lost to that pathetic excuse of a demon.”
Skin of a water dragon…? Demon worm silk?
Holy frick. That explains why I couldn’t decipher the kind of fabric it was made from. “You…”
He didn’t let me finish. I wasn’t even sure what exactly I was going to say. Sesshōmaru’s molten gold eyes bore into my brown ones, and I found my breath catch in my throat at the intensity of his stare. The demon lord was clearly angry, but it strangely felt like a different type of anger than the one he showed earlier. “Protect Rin if you must, but don’t get reckless. That kimono is little more than light armor. I shan’t be reviving you again.”
Having given such an ominous warning, Sesshōmaru turned around and started to walk off, his silver hair flowing behind him. After he vanished beyond the trees, I was left completely alone with Rin, the leaves on the bushes and trees rustling as a breeze flowed through the quiet forest.
So he didn’t just give me a kimono…
He gave me armor, too?
Sesshōmaru… had come running because we were in trouble. He smelled my blood and heard Rin’s screams. He ran to us to save us, even though I pretty much had the centipede handled.
He sliced the demon into shreds with his claws, asked how Rin was, and then walked over to me because I was injured.
Why?
Was… he actually worried?
I looked down at my bloodied hand, turning it around and flexing my fingers.
Or is the smell of my blood really that repulsive to him?
Yet if he couldn’t stand the smell, why get so close to it? Why get so close to me? Why help me so much? Why does he care? Does he truly care? He’s so hard to read sometimes I find it hard to tell.
Sesshōmaru is actually worse than his brother in this way, seeing how closely he keeps his thoughts and feelings to his chest. Inuyasha at least says what he’s feeling- even if it can come off as rather aggressive at times. I’d rather know what someone is thinking or feeling than be left guessing.
But the kimono…
He said it was made from demon worm silk and the skin of a water dragon. Did he have it made specifically for me then? Or was it already made and he just took it from the demon that crafted it after demanding what it was made from? Did he prepare it believing I would do something reckless? Was he trying to avoid me dying a second time? Why would he give me something so precious?
Why give me anything at all?
The furoshiki, the kimonos, the camellia oil- even my life…
Does he actually like me, like Rin said?
I knew he liked me enough to revive me, but it was hard imagining him caring anymore than that. That man only had enemies, servants, and a daughter he adopted along his travels, lacking friends and probably even allies. I know for a fact I wasn’t any of those things towards him. He just… didn’t dislike me.
Sesshōmaru was willing to keep me around for as long as I wished to stay with the group, keeping his promise from the castle to protect me for as long as I remained with him, but there really wasn’t anything more to it. Rather than being friends or allies, or master and servant, or enemies or acquaintances, we simply… were. We existed alongside each other for no sole reason other than that we could, knowing full well who we were and what we meant to a certain group of people.
His enemies were my friends, and my friends were his enemies.
Yet, knowing all that, I wished to stay… and he allowed it.
He promised to protect me and I accepted the protection. Maybe the dragon skin kimono was just an extension of that protection. He might have been upset at my recklessness because, in a way, I was going against the unspoken promise. I put myself in unnecessary danger.
But I’m really not much of a fighter…
In the moment Rin was attacked, I didn’t really know how to go about protecting her other than lunging at the demon. I was trying to kill it like I killed every other demon I’ve come across. It almost worked, too, but then it tried to crush me to death. If not for Sesshōmaru showing up, it might have taken me a while to actually defeat it.
Fighting alone is incredibly difficult, when all you really know how to do is support others.
Frustrated, I tried to distract myself from my thoughts by kneeling down and brushing the blood off onto the grass. Once I had stood back up, I turned to look at Rin- only to grunt when the small child tackled me by the waist. “Big Sister! Are you really okay!?”
“A-Am I- are you okay, Rin?” I rested a hand atop her head, her black hair a tangled and very thick mess. She could honestly use a bit of a bath. “That thing attacked you first!”
“It just scared me a little.” She confessed, burying her face in my chest, only to soon look up with teary eyes. “But it hurt you! Did those glowing fish really heal you?”
“Yeah.” I patted her hair, giving her a small nod and as gentle a smile I could muster. “I’m okay.”
“…Okay. Good.” She hugged me again. “I don’t like it when you’re hurt.”
“I’m sorry.” I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and leaned down, hugging her properly with closed eyes. Her hair tickled my face. “I… don’t like it when you’re hurt, either.”
That had been a very close call with that demon. If it wasn’t as injured as it was, it might have gotten Rin before she noticed it. We needed to be more careful. Any demons with an intelligence high enough to sense Sesshōmaru’s presence were smart enough to run away, but those too dumb to notice his demonic aura could be lurking anywhere- just like that centipede demon.
Life in the Feudal Era truly wasn’t easy.
Yet… as I’m standing here, hugging Rin and pondering the meaning behind Sesshōmaru’s actions, gazing at the berries we had dropped earlier, I found it rather difficult to imagine living in any other way, nonetheless returning to how things were back in my era.
Maria…
Just what am I supposed to do?
Notes:
How doth one write slice of life when angst is always on mind??? Gods, it's been so long. Hopefully everything makes sense. I threw up four times in a row a couple nights ago and my sister sent me a, uh... spicy Sesshomaru picture and my brain went, WRITE WRITE WRITE GUESS THE FRICK WHAT WRITER BLOCK BE GONE. Hopefully Inuyasha's feelings make sense here. He has one of my favorite paragraphs out of this entire chapter.
"He knew what it was like to lose a loved one. He knew what it was like to lose someone he thought he could trust. He knew what it was like to love and not trust, and to have that love and distrust thrown back in his face. He knew what it was like to love and lose, because he had done it several times before, and each time was more painful than the last. His entire childhood was spent running and hiding in fear, trying desperately to stay alive, because all he had known had left him and the world was intent on getting rid of him too."
Anyways, SESSHOMARUUUUUUU~!!!!! We're at EXACTLY one hundred kudos. THANK YOUUUUU! I'm glad ya'll are enjoying this fic.
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Chapter 37: A Bit Of Kindness
Notes:
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Chapter Text
Most of the berries we had dropped had been squished during their fall, which meant we had to spend another hour or two looking for more to eat. Rin found some mushrooms and I gathered up a couple more edible herbs and berries, but overall there wasn’t a whole lot to eat. We ended up returning to the group almost completely empty handed, and I told Rin she could eat all the berries we found since she needed them more than I did.
“But…”
“I’ll be fine! Besides, we’ll probably come across another stream soon.” We were near a river, after all. “Then we can try to catch some fish! And then we can roast those fish with the mushrooms we found!”
Rin gasped, her brown eyes lighting up. “That sounds delicious!”
“Right?” I grinned. “It’ll be great.”
From behind us, Jaken scowled and sighed, dragging his feet and keeping his head held low in case he accidentally angered his master again. Sesshōmaru was walking far ahead of the group, not looking back at any of us as we spoke and chatted. I was still baffled by what happened earlier- and even more so by the fact that he actually got me armor instead of mere clothes- but I tried not to think too much about it.
It was incredibly confusing. We weren’t anything to each other- just two people who existed around one another. He didn’t revive me for any special reason.
But… he did go out of his way to save me and gift me something incredibly precious.
Why was he watching me earlier, anyway? It wasn’t actually because I was smiling, right?
I truly don’t understand this man. Maybe he had been contemplating if reviving me had truly been worth the effort.
“Why don’t you just go hunting if you’re that hungry?” Jaken grouched, hearing Rin’s stomach rumble. “That woman should know a thing or two about catching rabbits.”
“That woman has a name,” I said, sending the imp a dark glare out of the corner of my eye, before moving my hands in the air as I spoke, “and, in case you’ve forgotten, I was sick. The couple months I’ve been here in the Feudal Era, I’ve been dying and haven't been able to do anything but try to survive all the humans and demons attempting to kill me. Any and all hunting was done by my friends. I just got kidnapped, escaped my kidnappers, spewed blood, asked for some Shikigami help, and passed out. Rinse and repeat. I don’t know how to do to squat.”
Jaken gaped, then jumped back, enraged as he pointed a finger at me. “Aha! I knew it! I said you were useless and I was right! You just admitted it! You should be ashamed of yourself, woman! Taking advantage of Lord Sesshōmaru’s good will; how dare you!”
If this imp doesn’t shut up in the next five seconds, Sesshōmaru is going to be down a ward.
My hands twitched, every word out of this demon’s mouth only encouraging me to choose violence, and I had to take a deep breath, resting my left hand on my waist while I brought my right hand up to brush back my bangs. “Jaken. Have I asked for Sesshōmaru’s help? At most, I asked to travel with him. That’s it. I didn’t ask for him to revive me. I didn’t ask for him to give me clothes. And I’ve already thanked him- repeatedly. What more am I supposed to do?”
“Y-You-!” Jaken sputtered for a second, clearly struggling to come up with a retort, before grabbing hold of his staff with one hand and angrily waving his arms in the air. “What do you think!? Make a vow! Swear fealty to him! He saved a pathetic human woman like you, so at least devote yourself to him in service!”
Oh my gods.
I actually had to stop myself from kicking him then. Hand over my face now, vision obscured, I scowled deeply. “Jaken, I am literally friends with his broth-”
“Big Sister!” Rin suddenly exclaimed, cutting me off. “Look out!”
Startled by her shout, I turned to look at her- but before I could I ended up with a facefull of dog fur and incredibly silky silver hair. Crashing into Sesshōmaru’s back, the demon lord having stopped walking, I yelped and stumbled back, nearly tripping over my own feet and falling, just barely catching myself, and looked up to see him glaring- not at me, but at Jaken.
The imp immediately dropped his staff and smacked his hands over his mouth, realizing he had gone too far again. Only casting the smallest glance my way, Sesshōmaru started to walk again, his long hair flowing behind him as a gust of cool wind blew by.
“I neither need nor want another servant.” The demon lord stated simply. “And a forced oath is a dishonest one. Leave Irene be.”
“B-But, m’lord…”
“I said, that’s enough, Jaken.”
At those final words, Jaken was left dejected and defeated. He sniffled, looking after his lord forlornly, before sending a dirty glare my way. I just shook my head with a sigh and rested my hands on my waist, following after Sesshōmaru without another word said.
Rin looked at the imp pitifully. “You really do need to learn, Master Jaken. Lord Sesshōmaru likes Irene. Here, take my hand! We’ll walk together!” She smiled encouragingly at him, walking over and stretching her hand out to him. “I’ll help you apologize to him!”
“I don’t need your help, Rin!” Jaken roared, ignoring her hand and marching past her on his own. “And there’s nothing I need to apologize for either! That woman doesn’t realize how magnanimous Lord Sesshōmaru is being towards her! Honestly! The nerve of that mortal!”
“Mag…nanimous?” Rin made a face, chasing after him. “What’s that word mean?”
“It means Lord Sesshōmaru is being far too tolerant of her antics, that’s what it means!”
“Tolerant…?”
“Oi, woman!” Sesshōmaru was starting to look just as annoyed as I felt when Jaken stormed on over to walk beside me. “Apologize at once!”
“...No.”
“I beg your pardon!?”
I shrugged, continuing to walk in pace with Sesshōmaru. “No. I don’t want to. And~ I have nothing to apologize for, anyway.”
“You-”
“Jaken.” My tone became sharp, and the imp flinched back- seeing my cold stare as I brushed my bangs out of my face again. “I am grateful to Sesshōmaru. Okay? Incredibly so. He’s… saved my life way more times than he probably ever wanted to; heck, I don’t think he wanted to save me at all before reviving me. But he did. And… I won’t ever forget that. But….”
I stopped walking and held a foot out- stopping Jaken from marching any further. The imp jumped and scurried back, before leaning forward and squinting at me with beady yellow eyes. Folding my arms over my chest, I frowned, towering over the imp with a deep disdain etched in my face.
“My friends are literally his enemies. He’s the enemy of my friends.” It’s fairly obvious what my position is in this situation, and it’s not really one I care for, but it’s one I have to hold. “I like Sesshōmaru; he’s amazing and one of the few people who haven’t tried to kill me despite being very capable of doing so and… would actually have a viable reason for it. But I also like my friends, who he has tried to kill on… apparently several occasions? I dunno, I wasn’t there for that.”
Rin tugged on Ah-Un’s reins, causing the two-headed dragon to stop walking, and Sesshōmaru’s feet slowed to halt, the demon lord glancing back at us with an unreadable look on his face. With the way his eyes narrowed, he almost looked annoyed- but it wasn’t quite that intense a glare. It was more like he was trying to figure something out.
Like… he was trying to discern whether or not he agreed with my words.
I waved a hand in the air with a small sigh. “Anyways, as grateful to him as I am, I’m not going to serve him. He’s made it clear he doesn’t want that, and~ I don’t really want to do that either. But I’m not going to fight him either, or help him if he tries to hurt my friends.” Pretty sure I would just end up dead if I attempted that. “I won’t like that they’re fighting, but it’s not like I can stop it so, y’know, why get in the way?”
I’m not… naive enough to believe that everyone can just get along if they try.
There’s some very deep-rooted seeds buried between Sesshōmaru and Inuyasha, and I don’t even know the half of it. Sesshōmaru hates Inuyasha, but Inuyasha despises Sesshōmaru on a level I can’t even begin to comprehend. His loathing for his older half-brother is so strong that he lashed out at me once because I suggested Sesshōmaru was something other than mean. I can’t get between them.
I just… would like to understand it one day.
“And there’s nothing I can do that Sesshōmaru can’t already do for himself already. I’m just a weak human. He’s literally a demon lord. At most I can maybe heal him? But that’s assuming there’s something out there strong enough to hurt him in the first place, and, quite frankly, I don’t think there is. So, again, not really much I can do to actually help him.” Clapping my hands together, a large grin spread over my face as I knelt down in front of Jaken. The imp demon was utterly flabbergasted by my speech. “That said, I can help look after Rin! So! That’s what I’m doing. Because she’s adorable and it’s definitely not easy raising a kid alone.”
“You dare imply my lord would raise a human child!?”
“I would never imply such a thing!” I exclaimed, gasping dramatically as I pressed a hand to my chest. My lips rose into a smirk. “But she is traveling with him, and he’s looking after her- which makes him her guardian by default. Ward or servant or no. She’s his child.”
Jaken looked mortified by my words. “Lord Sesshōmaru would never!”
I blinked. “Never what?”
“He would never have a human child!”
“I don’t… think I said he had Rin. I said he was raising her.” The idea of a man as aloof as him doing anything that could even result in the birth of a child was honestly kind of hilarious. “There… is a difference? What, you thought Sesshōmaru popped out a human kid?” Is he even capable of that? “Shouldn’t you know how he met Rin in the first place? You were here before me.”
“I-I never said-”
I actually flinched at the sound that echoed when Sesshōmaru’s boot suddenly smashed Jaken’s face into the dirt- and flinched doubly so when he gave him an extra two very angry stomps. When I looked up, he had actually directed a glare my way as well for once, and I felt my face pale.
Okay. So. I definitely took that joke too far.
Frick.
Flinching back when he moved, I squeezed my eyes shut and ducked my head, letting out a terrified squeak as I curled my arms over my skull, fully bracing myself to be either hit or killed.
But… neither happened.
There had been the sound of footsteps, a moment of silence as they stopped in front of me, Sesshōmaru’s stare boring into the back of my skull, and then a thundering thwack as he kicked Jaken once more before walking away. When I had gathered the courage to lower my arms and open my eyes, I could feel sweat beading down the side of my face, heart running a marathon inside my chest. Maybe Jaken isn’t the only one who needs to be careful of his words, because, damn, that was close. I’ll have to apologize later when I’m not so scared.
“Big Sister!” Rin let go of Ah-Un to run over and grab my arms, her tiny fingers gripping my sleeves. “Are you okay!? Lord Sesshōmaru looked super mad!”
Oh, trust me, Rin, I know. “C… C-Can we go find those fish now?”
Though she was concerned, she nodded her head at my request and helped me stand, and I remained as far away from Sesshōmaru as I could for the rest of the day, fearful of his ire and if I had just ruined everything from that poor joke. I walked by the left of Ah-Un, far from the demon lord, and when we finally neared a stream I immediately ran off with Rin to try and catch some fish.
It was… certainly a learning experience.
I had to remove my mobakama and roll it up, hiking up my kimono and tying the mobokama around my hips so the fabric wouldn’t get wet. Jaken screeched at my indecency, but I responded with a blunt, “It’s just legs!”
I climbed into the incredibly cold water.
“Besides, ya’ll seen ‘em before!” My legs had been clearly visible when I was in the tattered priestess clothing. This wasn’t anything new. It was only my knees down, anyways. Muttering to myself, I stared down at the water, wondering how we were going to be doing this. “It’s hardly scandalous…”
Jaken was just being annoying.
“I’m gonna try and scare them your way, okay, Big Sister!?” Snapping me out of my thoughts, Rin stomped her feet in the water, tugging her kimono up just a little so the hems wouldn’t get wet. Sesshōmaru was sitting by a nearby tree, his eyes closed, while Jaken sulked beside a campfire he had made next to the resting Ah-Un. “When they get close, grab them!”
“I’ve never caught a fish in my life.” I cringed. “Is this really how we’re supposed to do it?”
Do fishing poles not exist yet? Does Rin just not have one?
“Oh, look! Hurry!”
Sleeves rolled up to my elbows, I shoved my hands into the cold water, squealing as I tried to catch a fish with my bare fingers. Rin laughed at me when I only got water everywhere, and only giggled harder when I jumped upon feeling a different fish brush my ankles.
“You can do it, Big Sister! Think of how tasty they’ll be once they’re cooked over the fire!”
Gods, I’m so hungry. The thought of roasting fish almost had me salivating. “Whoa- gah! Aw, almost! C’mere, you! Hrah! Ha! Wha- whoa! Hey, you jerk!” I had just barely managed to get hold of one, but then it slipped out of my hands with its fierce wriggling. “Oh, that is it! Bring it on, ya slimy… fish!”
We spent so long trying to catch fish that the sun began to go down, and at some point Jaken ended up being roped into helping, the imp begrudgingly helping tie up the fish we did somehow manage to catch. After catching around ten, I let my kimono skirt back down, tying the mobokama back into place, and divided the fish up so Jaken and I would each get three and Rin would get four.
“Why does she get so many?” Jaken demanded. “She doesn’t do anything!”
“She’s a kid!” I tossed a mushroom at his face, and it bounced off his beak. Jaken squawked. I snorted. “Kids need lots of food to grow. She needs protein and veggies!”
Rin stabbed the sticks the fish and mushrooms were on around the fire, organizing them the way I asked her to, and she perked up at my words. “Veggies? We sometimes come across farms while we travel! There are a lot of rice farms, but sometimes I find radishes and sweet potatoes, too! Oh, and cabbages! I normally steal those.”
A small child shouldn’t be talking about stealing so casually, but given the situation I can’t really get upset with her about it. “Uh, well… those would be good. I think. If we ever get close to a village, maybe I can run and buy some stuff. I have some money on me that I haven’t used yet.”
Who knew the cash that Akebi Village and the Headman of Kasasagi Town gave me would come in handy like this? I knew there was a reason why I didn’t want to spend it.
“We can get you all sorts of veggies, oh- and maybe I can buy a bow.” I brought a hand to my chin, going deep into thought. “I don’t know how to hunt, but learning how to shoot would be nice. I don’t want to rely on the spirits all the time either… ooooh, maybe if I get good at it, I can shoot fire arrows!? But… only at people that want to kill us. Animals just get the regular arrows.”
I can create balls of fire without draining myself just fine, but summoning the spirits for help takes a lot out of me.
“I also just… don’t want to use too much of the Shikigami and end up sleeping all the time again.” I let out a heavy sigh and hung my head, slumping over and staring dejectedly at the palms of my hands. “It gets… exhausting after a while, y’know?”
Being sick and unable to do anything, constantly having to rely on those around you. I want to be helpful. I want to do things. With Sesshōmaru, he was so capable I couldn’t do anything to help him except watching after Rin- but watching after Rin came with more than just making sure she eats well. I have to be able to protect her efficiently too.
“But if I learn how to shoot, I’ll have another way to help! Even if it’s only protecting Rin.” A weak chuckle escaped my lips as I grinned, ruffling my hair. “Or… learning to hunt.”
Jaken, for once, didn’t scowl or glare at me. He just stared at me with squinted eyes, leaning back against Ah-Un’s side, staff against his shoulder. “You ended up here because of that doppelganger of yours, didn’t you? What was her name again… Anastasia? Why are you wasting m’lord’s time by staying here instead of going after her?”
“Huh? Oh…”
Taken aback by the subject change, I had to ponder my answer to the abrupt question, and while I did so Rin moved to blow on the fire, making sure it kept going. She glanced at Sesshōmaru who was sitting against a tree about fifteen feet away, before looking back at me and Jaken.
“I mean…” I hesitated, hand still in my hair. The strands felt a little longer than usual- probably because it was around the time Kagome would have offered to cut it for me. “Sesshōmaru’s going after Naraku, right? She works for him. So… even if we run into my friends first, we’ll all end up at the same destination eventually. We find Naraku, we’ll find Anastasia. Or maybe she’ll come for me first. Who knows? She’s really determined to get my soul.”
But, then again…
“I did die, though.” I lowered my hand and folded my arms over my chest, worrying my bottom lip. “Hopefully she thinks I’m alive… I don’t want her going after Maria.”
“Maria?”
“Oh! My sister! Remember?” I looked at the imp. “I told you about her, didn’t I?”
“...Ah. I almost forgot.” Jaken leaned his head back against the two-headed dragon. “Honestly, I could care less about you two, so I didn’t pay your story or that other woman much thought. But did you ever figure out why that doppelganger wants your soul?”
“Yeah. She wants the Shikigami spirits back.”
“What?” Jaken sat up at that, surprised by the phrasing. “What do you mean she “wants them back”?”
“She wants them back.” I repeated, raising my hands up in a shrug. “They were bonded to her before she died, and now that I have them she’s throwing a fit.”
“That doppelganger is a walking corpse!?”
A heavy silence filled the air then, and even poor Rin looked disturbed. Sesshōmaru, who had been listening quietly, opened his eyes and glanced this way.
I shifted in my seat, casting a small look at the fish and mushrooms to see if they were done roasting yet, only to look back at Jaken. “Not really? I’m not… really sure what the specifics are, but she’s definitely not human anymore. There was some… rule or law that was broken due to a foolish god, and… time got twisted- which is why I’m here now, because I wasn’t originally supposed to be, I guess.”
It was all really confusing, and I know that the spirits probably omitted some information which would make it easier to understand.
“The foolish god bestowed upon a human a secret, and that secret led to Anastasia’s revival- which changed the course of time.” I raised my hands up in a shrug, speaking bluntly as I recalled everything I had been told and how little I actually knew. “The other gods were angered, but since they couldn’t interfere, despite foreseeing my arrival, and they couldn’t take the secret back- probably because it was given away by a fellow god- they did what they could and cursed the foolish god instead.”
What kind of curse was it, anyway? That’s one of things the spirits didn’t tell me. Just who was that god, what was the secret they told, and how were they cursed?
My expression fell as I thought about how my existence here was considered a mistake. “I… I wasn’t supposed to be here. I think… only Kagome was supposed to travel through time. But because of that foolish god and… because of Anastasia, my sister and I were brought here. She tried to kill me off at first, but Roh saved me and brought me close to the village where Inuyasha was staying. When she realized the spirits she was keeping with her forcibly had left her for me, she changed her target from Maria to me.”
It was a miracle she hadn’t found Maria during the first few weeks. Probably because Maria had already sought refuge with the wolf demon tribe Kōga commands.
“Everything we do, every action we take- it’s changing things.” I took a deep breath and brought my hands up to rub my arms, a heavy dread settling in my stomach. “And according to the spirits, those changes are permanent. Anastasia’s… forever altering history with her greed, and… my existence here is ensuring those alterations are written in stone.”
I’m scared of what I’ll find if I go back home. When. I’m scared of what I’ll find… when I go back home.
But will the changes be obvious? This is Feudal Japan. Maybe the only changes to the future involve Japan itself, with minor changes to the places around it. Perhaps there will be mention of a strange foreigner who commanded spirits, but it would be no more than myth and legend.
I don’t remember any mentions of a sacred jewel, at least, so maybe the changes won’t be too heavy.
Feudal Japan is full of demons and ghosts and undead, and who even knows what else, so if I’m lucky everything will merely be seen as fiction. A story someone tells to their children and their grandchildren, before being written in a mythology book or comic.
“If I die here- if Anastasia wins- then…” My fingers pulled at my sleeves and I bit down on my bottom lip. “Who knows? Maybe… Maybe defeating her will put everything back on course.”
Especially since there’s a chance defeating her will undo the spell that’s been done.
“Maybe…”
“But why do you have her spirits?” Rin asked, taking a seat beside me, her hands resting in the ground behind her. “Why did they run from her to go to you?”
Expression tired and almost devoid of what was usually boundless emotion, I looked down at Rin. “She’s… my ancestor. I don’t know if she had kids and I’m descended from them, or if she has a sibling and I’m descended from that person, but either way we’re related. I don’t know how she got to Japan or when, but she was here when she died, and… she needs the soul of a living relative to become human again.”
“So the spirits chose you because you’re alive and related to her?”
A weak smile crossed my lips at the simplicity of her response. “Something like that. I had the ability to use the Shikigami, but I didn’t have any Shikigami spirits because Anastasia was altering time and was clinging onto them so tightly they couldn’t escape. When I touched the summoning stone it gave them a… uh, connection, kind of, and they saved me just in time to stop me from dying during the journey here.”
Rin’s eyes went wide. “Whoa…”
“If I die before Anastasia gets my soul, she’ll have to wait until she finds the next master of these spirits- since she’s too stubborn to give up on them. But if she can claim my soul before I die, she becomes human again and gets the spirits.”
It’s a pitiful tragedy the spirits are trapped in, forced to play a part in this sorry tale of ancestor against descendants. I can’t help but wonder what the gods that foresaw this happen are thinking, and where the foolish god that started all of this is now.
I looked up at the darkening sky, watching the barely visible stars twinkle. It was getting rather cold out, but thankfully the fire kept us warm. “I… don’t know what she promised Naraku to get him to help her, but they’re working together. Kagura’s tried to use Kanna to take my soul more than once already- and… I don’t doubt they’ll try it again when they find out I’m alive.”
It was an extremely unpleasant process, especially when it’s continuously interrupted, but it was one I was ready for now. I won’t let them get my soul or the spirits. Not without putting up a good fight, at least.
I let out a sigh and hung my head to the side. “So… either we run into Anastasia on our way to find Naraku, or Anastasia comes to find me. Maybe Kagura and Kanna will even stop by to say hello. We’ll see how it goes.”
For whatever reason, one I’m almost thankful for, Naraku seems intent on staying on Sesshōmaru’s bad side- so having another threat on the radar probably doesn’t bother him. It just means we have a few enemies in common, and can work together to a certain extent.
“Who knows? Maybe Naraku will try to kidnap me again.” I snorted.
Turning away to face the roasting skewers, I snatched up a stick, the fish and mushrooms looking thoroughly cooked.
“But, unfortunately for him, I happen to be pretty good at escaping now. That spider jerk didn’t even know I was standing in front of his face before! Of course, he… didn’t know I was even in the castle, since Kagura was the one who grabbed me… accidentally. But anyways! Next time, I won’t hesitate in blasting him. Especially now that I’m breathing.”
I took a big bite of the fish, wincing only slightly at the heat, but I was too hungry to actually care.
Several feet away, from his spot sitting against the tree, Sesshōmaru spoke up, and I snapped my head up to look at him, his golden gaze boring into my brown one with a startling animosity. “Naraku is mine to kill.”
Ah. He thought I was challenging him. “Kill him all you want.” I said, pointing the fish and mushroom skewer at him, narrowing my eyes with a deep set frown. “But if that- uh…”
I paused.
“Rin, please cover your ears. Thank you. Ahem!” My expression hardened considerably. “But if that bastard ends up right in front of my face again and is three feet in front of me, I am blasting him with the hottest flames the Shikigami will let me muster. If there’s an opportunity to hurt him, I’m taking it.” A moment’s silence, and then another snort. “Whether that kills him or not, I don’t really care. At least I’ll be able to say that I tried.”
Sesshōmaru said nothing more, amber eyes akin to smoldering gold, intense and ever so entrancing, hiding emotions and thoughts I couldn’t even begin to unravel as he held my stare. The more I looked at him, the more it felt like he was contemplating something again, but what that something was I wasn’t sure.
After what felt like eternity, not even Jaken daring to speak, the demon lord turned away with a small scoff. “Your efforts will be wasted.”
“Eh, we’ll see.” I turned to look at the little girl sitting beside me, who was very determinedly trying to block any and all sound from reaching her ears. I had to suppress a giggle at the sight. She was surprisingly obedient. “Rin, sweetie, you can uncover your ears now.”
She blinked at me, her brown eyes wide. “Huh?”
“Your… ears…” I pointed at one of my ears and her face lit up.
Rin lowered her hands. “So… if I’m understanding this right… you’re related to this Anastasia person? And she wants to take your soul?”
Nodding my head, I took a tiny bite of the mushroom- wanting to taste test it. The flavor was a little bland, but food was food, and without Kagome around this was as good as it was going to get for a while, even with the herbs I tried to sprinkle on.
Rin, the ever precious child that she was, looked down at the hands in her lap and laced her fingers together, growing quite distraught. “Does she look like you?”
“…Yeah.” I lowered the skewer, staring down at it with half-lidded eyes. I could recall the empty stare of Anastasia, the face that was near identical to my own glaring at me as she demanded my soul. Her eyes, her hair- they were just like mine, and yet… she was so cold. “She’s a lot prettier though.”
It was weird to say, or to even think really, given how similar we looked, but Anastasia held an elegance I could never possess. A face, though as white as snow itself, that looked as if it had been lovingly crafted. Something that was both so real and yet so… not. She truly looked like a sculpture someone had made, one that had been made with the most diligent of hands.
There was a beauty to Anastasia that I just couldn’t compare to.
But… perhaps that’s only my insecurities talking.
“How can she be prettier if you look the same?” Rin asked, brows furrowed in her confusion. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
I couldn’t think of a way to explain, knowing that if I tried to voice my thoughts I would sound rather strange, and went quiet as I shrugged and began to munch on the fish instead.
The conversation ended there.
We spent the next twenty to thirty minutes eating our dinner, night falling as the moon rose high in the sky. The campfire crackled as Jaken shivered and huddled close to it, and I yawned as I sat down against Ah-Un, Rin crawling up by my side.
I’m not sure if I could get used to this.
No Kirara or Shippō curled up beside me, no Inuyasha perching himself in a tree to keep watch, no Kagome burrowed warmly in a sleeping bag, and no Sango or Miroku bickering or discussing travel plans before making their own beds to sleep in.
Instead it’s Jaken, Rin, Ah-Un, and… Sesshōmaru.
I still feel so bad about earlier.
Maybe I can find a chance to apologize tomorrow. Assuming his glare doesn’t scare me into retreating behind Ah-Un again.
The idea I can’t get used to this…
I wonder just how long it’ll last. How long until I start to feel truly safe with this group, without feeling like I’m walking on eggshells around Sesshōmaru, and how long it’ll take before it’s all brought to a painfully short end. It only feels like yesterday that I met Inuyasha and everyone, but I know it’s been much longer.
Jaken and Rin fast asleep, I stared up at the starry sky once more, my extra kimono draped over me and the little girl as a blanket. My face has fallen, my heart solemn and growing ever more depressed, as I thought about what the future would hold.
The changes that would occur to history be damned, I…
I don’t know what to do.
And it hurt.
The more I think about it, the more I don’t want to leave. But I don’t think I’ll have a choice.
My lips curling back, I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, inhaling deeply as I tried to calm myself. Tears were attempting to form and I did not appreciate it one bit. I needed to stay calm.
Rin would wake up if I cried.
…
I slept horribly that night.
The morning was rather peaceful, despite my grouchiness. It was so peaceful, in fact, that one could even say it was lacking, though really only in the sense that we couldn’t easily find something for breakfast and that it was rather difficult to brush one’s teeth without a proper toothbrush- having to rely on a thin branch, one that wasn’t even the width of my finger, that’s been tufted at the end to resemble bristles.
I truly did miss Kagome with her modern appliances. And food.
Hungry and still very much sleepy, my chest feeling a bit cold and hollow from my depressing thoughts, I walked with a slight stagger as the group continued its journey. Letting out a loud yawn, hand covering my mouth, I blinked away the sleepiness. Rin was still half-asleep herself on Ah-Un’s back, Jaken guiding the dragon demon by the reins.
Sesshōmaru didn’t even look tired. He didn’t look like he just woke up either. I’m not even sure if he slept at all. “Do you sleep?”
He glanced down at me from the corner of his eyes.
“What do you even eat? What do you define as “human food”? Plants? Animals? Do you eat humans? Do you eat other demons? Do you consider meat to be human food? Does it depend on the type of meat?”
“…You ask a lot of questions.”
I almost startled upon getting a response, but a sleepy grin spread across my lips instead as I brightened. Hearing him actually speak always seemed to put me in a better mode. “There’s a lot I don’t know.”
“Hmph.”
Welp, at least I got some kind of reaction out of him. Seeing as he was being civil and not glaring at me, he doesn’t seem to be mad about yesterday anymore. That said, would bringing it up to try and apologize upset him? What if he just wants to forget it all happened? Apologizing might make things worse.
I’m only here because he doesn’t mind my existence, but… that could very easily change. I don’t want him to hate me. I don’t want him to dislike me, either.
Frick, now I’m panicking.
I found myself fiddling with my kimono sleeves, fidgeting nervously as my heart raced in my chest. Apologizing for my comment suddenly seemed like a very dangerous thing to do. But I still felt so bad about it.
He had gotten so angry…
It’s only right that I apologize, isn’t it? He may have hit Jaken instead of me, but he was clearly mad at me as well. I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen. Oh, why is this so hard?
Deep breaths. It’s going to be okay.
In-and-out… phew, haaa… Good.
I can do this.
“S-So, um…” I blinked a couple times as I suppressed another yawn, hand hovering over my mouth once more as I started to fall behind him in pace. I cringed at the horrible start to my apology, and practically ducked my head in my shame, curling my hands close to my chest. “I… I’m… sorry… about yesterday. I didn’t mean to make you mad.”
Honestly, I only said what I did with the hope it would get Jaken in trouble again. It was incredibly petty and immature of me, but he makes me so mad with everything he says.
That doesn’t excuse my actions, though.
I looked up at Sesshōmaru, guilt painted across my features, and moved my hand to rest on my left shoulder, my free arm curling over my chest. “I’m sorry.”
It was a little ridiculous how terrified I was of his response. I truly didn’t want this journey together to end. I didn’t want to lose whatever strange thing it was that we were. We weren’t acquaintances, allies, or friends, but I didn’t want to become enemies because of one stupid sentence I said while in a childish argument with his demon imp ward.
I could feel my heart dropping as Sesshōmaru’s silence continued. He stared at me, his lack of a response suffocating and unnerving. I ended up being unable to hold his gaze, too fearful of having destroyed whatever care or consideration he had towards me, or lack thereof, and I had to force myself to keep walking.
My heart nearly stopped when Sesshōmaru finally let out a scoff. “Your apologies are meaningless. Take care not to utter such nonsense as yesterday again.”
Translation: I need to think before I speak.
A reasonable request.
“Y-Yeah, that’s fair… I don’t have much of a filter.” Jaken also just brings out the worst in me. “Sorry.”
Ah. Wait.
“Sor- gah!” I smacked my hands to my face, cringing. “I can’t stop saying it now! Curses! Not me trying to apologize for apologizing. Ugh. Sorry- okay, you know what?” I held my arms out in front of me, scowling. “I’m just… gonna stop talking. Zip, zilch, nada. Not a single word more outta me!”
From the back, in front of Ah-Un, Jaken snorted and muttered to himself, “As if that’ll happen…”
“Rephrase,” I said, sending him a small glare from over my shoulder, “not a single word outta me provided Jaken shuts up too.”
The imp squawked. “What!? Don’t bring me into this!”
“Hmph!” I whipped my head around to ignore him, walking at a slightly faster face with a bit of a stomp, moving ahead of the group. I was not a morning person. “I wouldn’t have to if you stopped picking fights with me.”
“You rotten wench-“
“Jaken.” Sesshōmaru growled, sending a glare his way. “My words apply to you as well. Watch what you say, and cease fighting with Irene.”
Jaken gaped, then fumbled, lowering his head and holding tight to the reins and his staff. “Y-Yes, Lord Sesshōmaru… as you command.”
The rest of the morning went by rather peacefully, as it normally did with this group. Things got a little more eventful once Rin fully awoke, the little girl shoving a depressed Jaken and loudly declaring a game of tag. Jaken shouted that he wouldn’t participate, but he did so while chasing her, so he was participating anyway, and Rin giggled and laughed as she ran around me, Sesshōmaru, and Ah-Un.
I yelped when Jaken almost crashed into me, and then yelped again when I almost stumbled into Sesshōmaru, only for Rin to suddenly reach out and give my arm a light smack.
“You’re it!” She exclaimed, and I gasped, unable to believe what she just did- before a grin spread across my lips and I took off running, moving at a slower pace so that I wouldn’t catch her too quickly. “Catch me if you can, Big Sister! Haha!”
“Hmph! You won’t ever catch me, mortal!” Jaken stated, scurrying away.
Jaken quickly regretted his words, for I showed no mercy on him. He squealed as I scooped him up, carrying him with one arm, and he straight-up yelled when I tossed him onto Ah-Un with a cackle. Rin was having a giggle fit, and I waited for her to calm down and notice I had stopped running, the girl’s eyes growing wide when she saw me standing there with my hands on my waist, brows raised with a small grin.
As soon as I took a step towards her, she bolted for Sesshōmaru. “Aaaah! Hahaha! You caught Master Jaken, but not me!”
“Wanna bet!?” The fact that I was having so much fun playing a child’s game was probably really sad, but I didn’t really care. “I’m~ gonna get’cha! Run, run away! As fast as you can! Roooar!”
“Pfft! Lord Sesshōmaru, help!” Rin joked, and the demon lord stopped walking when the girl hid behind him. He watched silently as I stood in front of him, a large grin on my face and my hands held up in the air. “Big Sister’s gonna get me!”
This was so silly. I loved it. “Sesshōmaru can protect you from the demons, but he can’t protect you from me! The tickle monster! Mwahahahaha!”
Rin gasped. “Not the tickle monster!”
“Yes, the tickle monster!”
I moved to the left, Rin moved to the right. I moved to the right, Rin moved to the left. She was still using the demon lord as a shield. Eventually, I just booked it, chasing her in circles around him at half-speed. When I actually began to grow exhausted, I stopped going easy on her and ran at full speed, startling Rin when I swept up into my arms and then my lap as I fell to my knees, viciously tickling her sides with a faux evil laugh.
Rin squealed and thrashed, laughing louder than Jaken could screech. The imp glared at us from his spot on Ah-Un, very miffed about how I had thrown him, but also just seemed annoyed with how loud we were being.
It ended up being a day full of games like this, and we had some roots and edible plants for our breakfast-lunch. Surprisingly, we ended up staying by the stream during today’s walk- and a part of me wondered if it was because of what I said yesterday. After a while of contemplation, I decided it was unlikely, and instead was just quietly grateful we were able to at least eat fish for dinner.
Tomorrow came by, and the day after that, and soon the day after that.
It was a peaceful week, without even the smallest of demons to worry about, but soon we left the stream and headed down the mountainous terrain, away from the river and closer to civilization. Sesshōmaru obviously guided us on a path that kept us away from encountering any human villages, but that… didn’t necessarily stop any humans from encountering us.
Rin had taken Jaken and Ah-Un to go find something to eat for lunch, using them as her bodyguards, while I remained with Sesshōmaru, exhausted from another game of tag.
He had taken a seat by a tree once again, while I leaned against a tree about ten feet away across from him. I was fiddling with my hair, growing a touch annoyed with how long it was getting. I could feel it brushing against the nape of my neck, which was far too long for me to just ignore, but I had no means of cutting it either. It was frustrating.
It wouldn’t be so bad if I had something to just tie it up with, but I lacked a way to do so.
I was lamenting my loss by letting out a sigh, and had just started walking over to go sit next to Sesshōmaru when the sound of horses trotting our way caught my attention. As I turned my head to look at the approaching strangers, Sesshōmaru opened his eyes and lifted his gaze, the demon lord completely unbothered while I froze up on the spot, a bit alarmed.
The last time a group of men on horses showed up, I had been with my friends- and those men had wanted to take Sango away to slay a demon for them and possibly become engaged to their smitten young lord, all the while mistreating me in the process. I still remember their suspicious and hateful glares during the initial conversation in the hut, when I was sick and clearly running a fever.
Needless to say… I was nervous. Especially since these men didn’t look anywhere near as restrained as the ones from last time.
There were about six of them, and upon seeing me standing in the middle of the road like a deer-in-headlights the horses were pulled to a stop. The men were all rather disgusting- clearly having not bathed in weeks or even really tending to their appearances. They looked less like soldiers or mercenaries employed by a nobleman, and more like..
Bandits?
Their armor and kimonos were stained with dried blood, and as the man leading in the group grinned at me I saw his teeth were clearly rotting. His arms and legs were disturbingly exposed- in a way that almost made me miss Kōga who was at least fashionable with his exposed skin. “Well, would ya look at that, men!? The gods seem to have blessed us today, wouldn’t you say?”
What?
He hopped off his horse, and I took a small step back, realizing very quickly what kind of situation this was. His dark eyes flashed as he peered at me, eying me up and down, and I had to suppress a shiver, disgusted and feeling rather violated by the blatantly crass behavior.
I had no doubt about it- this group was a bandit troupe, and…
“Aren’t you just a pretty lil’ lass?”
I think they wanted to make me their next victim.
“Hey, boss!” One of the leader’s buddies called out from atop his horse. “I get a turn this time around, right? Daichi and Haru got all the fun last time!”
Several of the men snickered and laughed, and my stomach twisted grossly. My fingers twitched, the tips warming as I contemplated how wrong it would be of me to hurl fireballs at these creeps’ faces. I slid another foot back, a lump catching in the back of my throat. I watched as two of the men on horse-back unsheathed their swords, while a third readied his bow.
Two more men slid off the horses, stepping forward and nearing their leader with sickening grins on their faces. “Want me to go ahead and grab her?”
“I call first dibs…”
“Wait a second, men.” The boss held an arm up to stop them and then held a hand to his chin, squinting, and I felt vomit threatening to bubble up my throat when the creep eyed me perversely again. “You ain’t from around these parts, are ya, missy? And those clothes you’re wearin’ look quite fancy… heh, you’re from money, aren’t ya?”
The bandit troupe only grew more excited, and one of the mounted men looked at his bow-wielding friend. “Then we can sell her!”
“We can sell her clothes,” The bow-wielding bandit mused, “but if she’s foreign why don’t we just keep her?”
A bandit standing close to the leader snorted. “Aren’t there plenty of nobles out there who’d like a foreign lil’ plaything? Forget her kimono, her face could make us rich!”
Gross.
“Why don’t you come here, lil’ lady?” The boss grinned, and seeing him start to raise a hand I took another step back, crossing my arms over my chest protectively. “I’ll treat you very nicely… hehe…”
Gods, I really want to vomit. “Uh… no thank you. I’m good.”
I cast a quick glance at Sesshōmaru from the corner of my eyes, noticing he hadn’t so much as moved outside of staring at the unwelcome group of visitors. He promised to protect me, but since nothing has actually happened yet he’s probably not going to intervene. I can’t really be mad at him about it, but… it was a little upsetting.
It would be nice if he could scare them off, even if just so I wouldn’t have to listen to their disgusting plans on what they wanted to do with me.
Thankfully, the bandits seemed to grow aware of Sesshōmaru thanks to me, and the leader whirled his head around and turned his nose up at the demon lord. “Who the hell’re you? This your woman?”
The demon lord said nothing, merely staring him down from his spot on the grass. The bandit leader glared and grabbed the handle of his sword.
“I asked you a question!”
Again, he was only greeted with silence.
When it became clear Sesshōmaru wasn’t going to answer him, the bandit huffed. I could only stand there in bafflement, wondering why he hadn't realized that he was speaking to a demon. It was the headman of Kasasagi Town all over again, but this guy was actually evil. “That armor of yours looks expensive, too. How’s this; my men and I will let you keep your life… if you hand over this woman and that armor of yours.”
“And your swords!” One of the bandits standing behind him exclaimed.
The bandit leader grinned. “And your swords.”
This felt so ridiculous, regardless of it being something so terribly common in this era, but despite the ridiculousness it came with a nausea I deeply wished to be rid of.
I would take Miroku’s horrible pick-up lines any day over this.
“You… You really think he’s just gonna hand over his swords? You think he’s gonna hand anything over to you?” Hearing me speak, the men all looked at me, and I twisted my face at their idiocy. Forget treating me like an object or play thing, this was the most stupid part of their whole scheme. Sesshōmaru can kill them with just one hand- and he only has one hand. “And why the hell would I go anywhere with you!? Why would any woman go with you!? I’m not just gonna-“
I was unable to finish my sentence, for an arrow flew by my head, almost grazing my cheek.
For a split second, I found myself frozen. I remembered Kasasagi Town. I remembered escaping the prison cell they put me in, and all the arrows that flew after me. I remembered climbing the rooftop and hiding in a barrel of hay, and escaping with an arrow stuck in my arm. I only snapped out of my shock when the man who shot at me yelled from his spot atop his horse.
“Shut your mouth! The men are talking!”
A couple of the other bandits snickered, and one of them grinned, pointing a sword at me. “Women need to keep their mouths shut. Got that?”
Oh, these bastards-
“Aw, she’ll learn in no time, I’m sure.” The other sword-wielding standing behind the leader smirked. “Ain’t that right, boss?”
“You said it, men! Now…” He tilted his head at Sesshōmaru, his features shifting sadistically. “Take his swords and armor. If he doesn’t cooperate, kill ‘em.”
Sesshōmaru narrowed his eyes at the bandits, seeing the two sword wielders start making their way over to him. I could tell right away that all these men were about to die. They were going to try and attack the one person they shouldn’t, and were about to pay dearly for it.
I just wasn’t so sure if I should help.
But I quickly came to a decision soon enough when the bandit leader decided to lunge at me, his hand outstretched. He was going for my throat, probably planning to pin me down or choke me out so he could drag me with him, and as memories of Akebi Village flooded my mind I threw my arms up in front of my arms, squeezing my eyes shut and lighting them aflame.
It was the same pose, the same type of attack.
There was no murderous intent, but there was a vile intent there nonetheless. He wanted to torture me, to torment me in incredibly inhumane ways. He wanted to violate me in every single way there was- him and his men. The look in his eyes was worse. So much worse. I was used to the physical abuse I’d face for being misunderstood as a demon or a criminal, of people wanting me dead or hurt, but I wasn’t used to this.
And I was scared.
I should burn him. I should hurl fireball after fireball, or grab his face and melt him like I would any demons that were out for my life. I should be doing more than just defensively encasing myself in flames. But there was something holding me back.
Was it because he was human?
Hearing a blood-curdling scream, a rush of wind passing by in front of me, I inhaled sharply and opened my eyes- only to find my vision completely covered in crimson.
Red, red, red.
Dark and sickeningly warm.
Red was everywhere.
As it turns out, the bandit leader’s hand never reached me. A sword was held out protectively in front of me, and I watched with wide eyes as an arm flew through the air and thumped against the ground. The bandit leader was screaming so loud the birds that were resting in the trees flew away, the creep stumbling back and crashing onto his rear as he grabbed at the spot where his arm once was, blood pooling against his hand and dripping from the new wound.
“Wh-What the hell…?” One of the dismounted men stammered, while the other looked up at Sesshōmaru with wide eyes.
The demon lord had both avoided and ignored the two men that had been approaching him, instead having rushed forward to help me with remarkable speed. He sliced the bandit leader’s arm off before it could commit the offense of touching and hurting me, and had now turned his attention to the rest of the troupe- who finally seemed to notice his golden irises and the markings upon his face.
One of the mounted men gaped, his face paling considerably. “W-Wait, are you… are you a demon?”
“A demon!?”
“He cut off the boss’ arm!”
Chaos erupted among the bandits, and I stared up at Sesshōmaru utterly stunned. I wasn’t really expecting him to intervene, but I didn’t think he’d just sit still and take the disrespect either. Him slicing the man’s arm off so he couldn’t even touch me was…
Well, it kind of made up for him not intervening earlier. Just a little bit.
One of the bandits by the tree pointed his sword at me, and I blinked, turning to look at him. “That wench is consorting with a demon!”
“She’s probably already bedded him, too!”
“Uh… no.” I deadpanned. “But I’d rather him than you.”
“Disgusting wench!”
Feeling a strong wave of demonic energy pick up, I could feel goosebumps run along my skin and the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Snapping my head up to look at Sesshōmaru, I watched in mild horror as his silver hair began to flow and flutter not because of the wind, but because of how insulted he was by such a comment, the rise of anger releasing some of the demonic aura he normally kept suppressed.
“Irene…” He growled quietly, and I jumped, recoiling back with mild fear.
“Y-Yes?” Oh gods, is this what makes him hate me and decide to not keep me around anymore? Because of some prejudiced and misogynistic bandits? I knew he was prideful and that said pride could sometimes lead to him acting immature, but I didn’t think it was to this extent. He had to realize that I wasn’t being serious, right?
“Stay back and don’t move.”
Huh?
The bandits, save for the leader who was still in shock over his unscheduled amputation, drew their swords and charged. Two of the horse-riders in back kicked their steeds to force them to charge into battle, while the third one stayed back to unleash arrow after arrow. Demons with claws and fangs were one thing, but humans with swords and arrows and giant horses were another. I can’t get close to attack, and I’m more likely to lose my head trying.
I was reckless, not stupid.
Doing as told, I let out a small yelp as some arrows thudded against the ground near our feet and ducked down, hiding behind Sesshōmaru as he blocked and knocked away several arrows with his sword and even sent the two sword wielding horse-riders flying, blood erupting from their chests and throats. Thankfully, Sesshōmaru had everything under control. The battle didn’t last more than two minutes. It was incredibly disturbing watching the men get sliced in half and lose their heads, and I flinched when one of the horses collapsed, crushing one of the corpses as it got caught in the crossfire. The second horse managed to run away into the forest, but the one was definitely dead.
At one point Sesshōmaru even stabbed his bloodied tōkijin into the ground, the tips of his claws glowing green before an acidic whip emerged and he flung it at them. More specifically, he flung it at the archer. Wrapping him up in it, the bandit screamed, dropping his bow, and his cries were quickly silenced as he was smashed into the nearest tree, and the archer’s horse ran off for safety.
It was a brutal massacre, but… not one I can’t say wasn’t deserved. Who knows how many villages these bandits plundered and destroyed, and how many women were violated and killed?
The bandit leader was the last man to die, and it was only after Sesshōmaru made sure all the others were already killed. He grabbed the handle of his sword and pulled it out of the ground, and moved to stand directly in front of the pathetic sniveling bandit leader who was still bleeding. Sesshōmaru looked at him calmly, disgust in his eyes, clearly viewing this man as no more than vermin. He started to raise his sword, ready to end the bandit’s life then and there, only to pause.
“Irene.” I jolted at the sound of my name, inhaling sharply as I looked up at the demon lord. He glanced at me from over his shoulder. “Would you like to be the one to kill him?”
“...Huh?”
Sesshōmaru did not repeat himself. He just stared at me, awaiting an answer, and after a moment, I glanced at the bandit that tried to attack me and then looked back up at Sesshōmaru. His question was very alarming, and I hadn’t the slightest idea where it came from.
Was… Was it because this was the guy that tried to attack me? The one who insulted me first? No way. Is this... Sesshōmaru's way of trying to be considerate?
Wow. Um…
I hesitantly shook my head. “N-No, you… you can do it.”
Maybe I was a coward, but apparently I wasn’t too comfortable killing or even attacking humans- even though said human was very deserving of death, given that he himself had killed and most definitely violated countless others. I guess it was because, despite the time I spent with Inuyasha and the others, we never really came across any humans that tried to seriously kill us. I’m not even sure if my friends would be willing to kill humans. Somehow, I feel like they wouldn’t be.
I could never even bring myself to hurt Kohaku whenever he attacked me…
It’s a weird state of mind to be in, given that some demons are people too- like Tōran and her siblings, or Kōga, Hakkaku, and Ginta- and it was an even weirder predicament given that the time period was one of kill or be killed. It’s like… there’s a line that shouldn’t be crossed, and killing humans is one of them.
But maybe that’s just because I’m human.
Sesshōmaru stared at me for a moment, before raising his blade in the air once more and swinging it. The bandit leader’s sobs came to a halt, and Sesshōmaru flicked his blade to clear it of blood after decapitating the bandit leader. He then sheathed the tōkijin and observed the mess of corpses that had been created.
I watched as he walked over to the archer he had smashed against the tree, the demon lord kneeling down and yanking a quiver full of arrows away from him before picking up his bow with the same hand. Confused, I continued to watch as he stood and walked over to stand in front of me. I blinked when he held the items out. Not a word being said between us, I took the quiver and bow, staring at them and then up at him with a dumbfounded look on my face.
Sesshōmaru was already walking away, and I gaped when he lifted the dead horse up onto his right shoulder with just his arm- scooping it up like it weighed nothing. “This should suffice for your next meal. Now come. It’s time to go."
“...O-Okay.” My voice was embarrassingly small as I said that, awkwardly slinging the quiver over my shoulder and doing as told, still in shock over what all just happened. He had been so furious at the bandits’ accusations earlier, I thought he wouldn’t let me travel with him anymore. “A-Are we going to find Rin and Jaken?”
“Don’t ask something so obvious.”
Holy frick, an actual answer! However sassy it may be. “Fair enough.”
Walking beside him once more, I fiddled with the bow before blatantly staring at the horse over his shoulder. I knew he was strong, but sometimes I don’t think I really recognize how strong. It takes a special kind of person to be able to just sling a dead twelve hundred pound animal over their shoulder like it was nothing, demon or not.
Sorry, horsie…
At least it’s death won’t be in vain? I guess? The poor thing. Eating horse is definitely going to be a first for me, though.
“Hey, Sesshōmaru?” I murmured quietly as I walked beside him, fiddling with the bow. I could feel the demon lord glance at me as we walked through the forest. “Thank you.”
For the bow. For the help. For caring.
I didn’t realize he had been listening a week ago when I mentioned I wanted to try archery, but I guess he did. It makes me curious as to how much he actually pays attention to me, and why he bothered to help. It isn’t as though giving me a bow and a stocked quiver really counts as him protecting me, and I doubt he would have done it if I hadn’t said anything.
We existed around one another without a true label as to what we were to each other, and really weren’t anything more.
But… it was nice, whatever this is. Whatever we were. I liked it.
I just wished I wasn’t so afraid of losing it.
Notes:
Sesshomaru, sweetie, that's not how you flirt. T_T Anyways, Sesshomaru was mostly just waiting to see what Irene's response to the bandits would be and if she would attack them, or if he would need to handle it. Just in case ya'll were like, "SESS, WHY AREN'T YOU DOING ANYTHING!???" He was trying to be considerate in his own way, since he knows she has the spirits for protection. When it became clear she wasn't going to fight them (and they were also antagonizing him) he stepped in.
Also, Irene be out here giving the Sessfam the recap I think we all needed, lol. Because WOW I could not remember what all she had been told until I went back to the Ayame Village chapter to double check.
T_T I couldn't think up a chapter title name so I went with a title from the Inuyasha OST.
As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! Let me know what you think in the comments. 💕💕💕
Chapter 38: History's Fated Mistake
Notes:
Trigger Warning??? Horsie gets field-dressed with... description.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
When we finally found Rin and Jaken, the duo practically jumped at the sight of Sesshōmaru. Rin gasped at the large horse the demon lord was carrying, only to gasp again when he tossed it on the ground several feet away in front of him. Jaken jumped and took a couple steps back, looking at it with bulging yellow eyes. The imp turned to face us.
“M-M’lord!? You didn’t go out of your way to hunt this horse, did you?”
Receiving only a cold stare in response, Jaken flinched and bowed his head.
“P-Pardon my impertinence… “
“This horse is huge!” Rin exclaimed. She ran over to observe the beast, hands hovering over its form. “Oh, but look at its wound! It must have been stabbed by a sword! Did Lord Sesshōmaru do this?”
Jaken scowled, sending her a glare from over his shoulder. “Of course not! Lord Sesshōmaru would never go out of his way to hunt such a pathetic creature!”
Does he always have to be like this? I couldn’t help but let out a sigh, bringing a hand up to ruffle my hair while my other hand kept hold of the bow I was given. “Technically, it wasn’t him, but it also wasn’t not him…? The poor thing got caught up in a fight between Sesshōmaru and some bandits. It was a mess.”
“Bandits?” Jaken echoed.
Rin froze, body tensing, and she lifted her head. She stared at us with big eyes. I had a bad feeling she was recalling the way her family had been killed, and I began to regret mentioning what happened. “You… were attacked by bandits, Big Sister?”
I hesitated to answer, then lowered my hand, shoulders slumping. “Y-Yeah. I’m okay, though.”
“B-But…” Her gaze flicked downwards. “Your kimono is covered in blood…”
“Huh?” Following her stare, I blinked, having not at all noticed the very human blood that was staining the hem of my kimono and mobokama. “Ah. So it is. Whoops.” Thankfully I have that extra kimono in my furoshiki, but there isn’t really anywhere for me to wash my bloodied clothes in the immediate vicinity. Grabbing at my skirt, I lifted it up to get a better look at my feet, noticing they were quite dirty as well- covered in dried mud and specs of blood. I released my skirt, making a face and hanging my head. “I don’t wanna leave ‘em like this, but…”
It’s going to be a while before we come across another stream, right?
“Can’t be helped, I guess.” How lame. “I loved these clothes, too. Getting the blood stains out is gonna be a nightmare…”
Rin’s concerned voice cut through my thoughts. “So you’re really not hurt?”
“Nah, I’m fine.” I held the bow up for her to see, plastering on a bright grin. “Sesshōmaru helped me. Even gave me a bow that one of the bandits had! So I can start learning to shoot! Uh, but I don’t know how to start preparing the horse, so… Jaken? Can you? Pretty please?”
The imp clicked his tongue at me irritably, folding his arms into his sleeves. “Do I have to do everything around here?”
“Come on, Master Jaken!” Rin flashed him a smile. She held her hands out to gesture to the giant horse. Jaken glanced down at it. “There’s enough for all three of us! We can even save some for dinner later!”
“Hmph…”
As displeased as he seemed, he didn’t argue any further. He set his staff near Ah-Un and rolled up his sleeves, muttering to himself as he approached the gigantic horse. Rin stuck out her tongue and made a face, before running to hide behind Sesshōmaru. I tried to make myself watch, telling myself this was something I needed to learn, and begrudgingly made myself walk over and crouch down behind Jaken.
The imp looked at me from over his shoulder, giving me a dirty look. “What do you want now?”
“Just watching.” I stated bluntly, arms resting across my knees. “If I knew I’d be here with you guys, I’d have paid attention when Inuyasha did it.”
He just turned his nose up at me. “That’s your own fault, woman.”
I sent him a look. “I never said it wasn’t.”
Jaken clicked his tongue. “Help me roll this thing onto its back then. I can’t gut it with it on its side.”
What? Oh, gods… okay.
There wasn’t really anything I could do to help him field dress the horse, what with my lacking knowledge and a knife, but I could help reposition the animal. Setting the bow and quiver down on the ground, I rolled up my sleeves and cringed, muttering apologies to the horse as I grabbed it by the legs and pulled it onto its back. I then watched, mildly disturbed, as Jaken began cutting the creature open with his claws- starting near the anus.
No wonder Rin ran away. I could handle gore now to a certain extent, but this was gross. I almost threw up a little when he reached in and just pulled something that was inside of it out.
Jaken continued to calmly cut through the hide, the imp demon completely focused on the task at hand, while Sesshōmaru took a seat near a tree- watching silently as the horse was slowly prepared for consumption. Rin had flopped down atop his fur boa, hugging it tightly as she glanced this way with perturbed eyes.
“Fish is one thing,” She groaned, burying her face in the fur, “but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing Master Jaken do this.”
Once the ridge and the bones on both sides of the pelvis were exposed, he moved to the torso. “Watch closely, woman! And listen. You only want to cut through the hide. Feel where the sternum is. You must very careful while cutting so you don’t puncture the stomach. When you get near the end of the sternum, lift the hide up and keep cutting like this… leaving the abdominal lining in tact…”
How many animals has Jaken gutted during his life? Jeez. He’s going full teacher mode.
“And never cut downwards! Only cut up! Otherwise you’ll get fur everywhere! Now, I’m going to puncture the abdominal lining- but not the stomach. Again, do not puncture the stomach.”
“Aye-aye.”
Jaken gave me the stink eye, but continued his lesson. After cutting through the lining, he used his free hand to reach inside where he cut with his fingers, lifting the hide upwards as if to try and create distance between it and the organs. He ended up cutting with his claw all the way back over to the pelvis, before snapping the bone to create a pathway. The stomach and intestines and other such… grossness out in full view, he cut through the sternum with remarkable ease.
“Holy frick…”
“Hmph! That’s right.” Jaken lifted his beak up proudly, smirking to himself. “Feel amazed by my wisdom and skill. Not many can prepare an animal as well as I!”
“...Uh-huh.” Any awe is now gone. Congratulations. You just ruined it. “Good job.”
“Heh.”
Jaken grabbed the ribs with both hands and stretched them open. Seeing him just reach in and pull a heart out after was possibly even worse than when he tugged a bunch of… whatever it was… out of the horse’s anus. He sliced and freed the esophagus next, and I swallowed some bile when he cut the diaphragm, grabbed near the windpipe, and pulled the horrendous bowl of organs out, using the small pathway he created near the anus earlier as a slide.
Blood was everywhere.
Jaken was unbothered. He sliced the liver free with glittering eyes. “This’ll be good!”
Without further adieu, he tossed the raw liver into his mouth, and seeing him chew with a happy smile I actually stood up and had to scramble away, booking it over to a tree with a hand pressed to my mouth.
My stomach was churning, and I could feel vomit bubbling and burning my throat. My body lurched just before I reached the tree and some bushes. It was as if all the times of seeing corpses, decayed and rotting, fresh and bloated, bleeding out, were finally catching back up to me, because I was throwing up whatever little food I had managed to eat today.
Rin finally pulled her face out of the fur boa, looking up at me in alarm. “Big Sister!?”
I didn’t have much to throw up, but damn did my body think I did. I was gagging so hard my ribs started to hurt, and I had to lean against the tree so I wouldn’t fall over. The poor bush ended up covered in bile, and I was left gasping and wheezing, struggling to catch my breath. “U-Urgh… ugh… eugh… oh, that’s so gross…”
Jaken scoffed at me, taking a bite out of a bloody tenderloin. “You humans are so weak.”
“L-Listen here, you!” I choked, fixing him with a teary-eyed glare, pointing at him. “I… I have seen corpses rotting a-and… decaying, and… gross. Dead bodies. Everywhere! Melting from miasma! Freaking… undead wandering around! I watched Sesshōmaru decapitate several men earlier today! Did I… throw up then? No. But never… never have I ever… seen someone shove a raw organ in their mouth!” Oh gods, just remembering is making me start to gag again. “Urk-!”
Jaken had no response to that, just cringing as I began to dry heave, and when it became clear I was unable to continue with the lesson he just continued cleaning up the insides. “Pitiful human…”
I ended up just sitting by the tree for a while, exhausted and completely drained, my head leaned back against the tree and my arms around my stomach. After what felt like an eternity, Sesshōmaru stood up from his spot on the ground and wandered over to where Jaken and the dead horse was, and startled everyone when he picked the giant body of meat up by one of its legs.
Since it still had its skin, he tossed it over his shoulder, and then turned his head to look at me. “Irene; if you can’t walk, ride on Ah-Un. We’re leaving.”
“...Huh? Oh… okay.” I didn’t argue, too ill to even question why we were going somewhere else, before using the tree to help myself stand and wobbling over to pick up my bow and quiver before approaching the concerned dragon. Ah tilted its head at me, while Un furrowed its brows, letting out a low noise. I flashed them a weak smile, patting their side. “I-I’m okay. Thank you, though…”
Deep breaths.
Inhaling slowly, I closed my eyes and hyped myself up to climb onto the two-headed dragon. It took everything I had to jump onto the saddle, and I let out a small yelp when the demon stood up on all fours and began to walk. It was a rougher ride than when I was on Kirara, that was for sure, but there was no way I could walk right now.
Rin, still laying on top of the boa, practically being dragged along, looked up at Sesshōmaru with curious eyes. “Where are we going, m’lord?”
“Where there’s water.”
“Water? Oh! Are you thirsty, Lord Sesshōmaru?”
Jaken scurried after everyone, picking up the staff that had fallen when Ah-Un stood up. “Don’t be so foolish, Rin! It’s clearly because that woman’s bile is too disgusting to be around! Honestly, throwing up around Lord Sesshōmaru… hmph! She never learns, does she?”
“I can hear you, Jaken.” I grimaced, glaring at him from the corner of my eye. “I’m so sorry that I wasn’t expecting you to just shove a bloody organ in your mouth.”
“It seems you’ve forgotten that I am a demon.”
“And?” I gestured with a flourish to the demon lord walking ahead of the group. “It’s not like Sesshōmaru casually goes around shoving raw organs in his mouth around us, smiling, blood dripping from his lips!”
The imp sputtered. “Th-That’s-! I was hungry, okay!? I didn’t eat breakfast!”
“And that’s your fault.” I glared, repeating what he told me earlier.
“I never said it wasn’t!”
Letting out a groan, I scooted back on the saddle and leaned forward, resting my arms under my head as I closed my eyes. I felt awful.
Unfortunately, because of how awful I was feeling, I wasn’t really able to fall asleep. Time seemed to dredge on at such a painfully slow pace, mind fixating on every step Ah-Un took. I could hear Rin asking if I was doing okay, but the most I could bring myself to respond with was a small thumbs up.
We ended up traveling for about two, maybe three hours. I heard the rushing water of a stream before I saw it, and I mustered up just enough strength to sit up. Ah-Un was very kind to carry me over to it while Sesshōmaru set the gutted horse down on the ground for Jaken to start skinning, and Rin followed after me to make sure I was doing alright.
I washed my face and rinsed out my mouth, before drinking some of the river water. I let out a satisfied gasp, body having been very much in need of such a fresh and cool liquid. “Gods, I never wanna see Jaken do that again.”
“I stopped watching him do it after the first time.” Rin confessed. The girl knelt down beside me, her arms wrapped around her legs. “It’s pretty gross. I also screamed the first time. Lord Sesshōmaru didn’t like that, though, so I stopped it. He doesn’t like really loud sounds, you see.”
Yeah, that’s fair. I’m honestly surprised he tolerates as much noise as he does, given how quiet he is. One would think he wouldn’t like to be around a nasally-voiced imp that likes to screech, an excitable small child who just wants to play games all day, and a woman that doesn’t know how to shut up now that she has the lungs to talk.
For as short-tempered as he could be, Sesshōmaru was also very tolerable and patient with all of our shenanigans.
Hm. “He doesn’t like hearing me and Jaken argue all the time, either.”
“Master Jaken starts those fights!” Rin pouted, puffing out her cheeks. “I think he just likes to argue.”
As if he knew he was being spoken about, the imp demon called out, “Rin! Rin, can you hear me!? Go collect some firewood, would you? I’m going to start cutting this beast up! We can eat some of it, but we should dry the rest in the sun so we can have it tomorrow.”
The little girl perked up. “That’s a brilliant idea, Master Jaken! Big Sister, wait here, okay? I’ll be right back!”
“Huh?” By the time her words registered, she was already running off. I started to get up, outstretching a hand. “W-Wait, Rin-! Annnnd she’s gone.” My arm dropped and I slumped over. “Just great. Ugh, I’m sure she’ll be fine…”
She’ll start crying if anything happens, and as soon as he hears her in trouble Sesshōmaru will go running.
Watching the river stream flow by, I remained seated for a while before shifting to lay on my back, stretching out my limbs with a bit of a groan and arching my back. Once done, I just laid there sprawled out, enjoying the sounds of nature and the feeling of the sun’s warmth against my skin.
It was quite a feeling being out in the wild like this, actually aware of everything that’s going on around me.
Outside of the birds and flowing water, it honestly wasn’t that loud. Jaken was pretty quiet now that he was focused on cutting the horse up into sections and slicing those sections up so they’re easier to roast and dry, and Sesshōmaru never really uttered a word during times like this. It was peaceful.
I think this was the most eventful day we’ve had since Rin was attacked by the centipede demon…
An impressive feat.
After about half an hour, Rin came running back into camp with a multitude of sticks in her arms, and she piled them together in the way Jaken asked for. Before long, he had a fire going and several pieces of meat skewered on sticks, while many more bits of meat were now resting on large dry rocks and placed in the areas with the most sun. Eventually, he flipped the bits of meat on the rock over, and the smell of cooked game began to fill the air.
Horse was never something I thought I would eat, nor was it something I ever wanted to try, but damn did it smell good. When the skewers were done and we could actually dig in, I found myself surprised by how sweet it was. It was still very gamey, but it was a sweeter meat than expected.
I’d kill for a good ham, though…
Kagome’s cooking, oh, how I missed you.
“This is so good!” Rin exclaimed, taking a large bite of the roasted meat. “Mmm!”
Jaken hummed and nodded in agreement, heartily devouring his portion. “I outdid myself this time! This is some quality horse!”
I’d still prefer deer, but I can’t deny that it’s good. Swallowing the bite I was chewing, I leaned back to get a good look at Sesshōmaru. He was completely unmoving, one leg draped lazily to the side with the other bent upright, his single arm resting across it. Sensing my rather blatant stare, he opened his eyes to gaze at me, and after a second more of staring my lips curled into a large grin and I beamed at him. “Thank you for the food!”
Jaken squawked. “And where’s my thanks!? I’m the one who prepared it!”
“Fair enough.” I laughed, sitting back up and even offering the annoying imp a small smile. “Thanks for preparing and cooking it, Jaken.”
“Hmph!” He turned his head away, shoving an entire skewer into his mouth, but he actually looked quite pleased by the show of gratitude. “I suppose you’re welcome…”
Rin giggled. “Thank you for the food, Lord Sesshōmaru, Master Jaken!”
The demon lord watched us for a long moment, before closing his eyes. “Your thanks is unnecessary.”
Aww. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought he was embarrassed. I don’t think he’s really the type to feel embarrassed about anything, though. It was kind of a shame. If it were so, that would have actually been super cute of him.
Well, on the bright side, he has been really nice to me, all things considered and given how his personality is. I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Literally. I held the meat skewer up, eying it with disturbed eyes as I recalled the way Jaken cut the creature open. I might be able to field-dress an animal if I can actually get my hands on a knife, but I don’t think I can handle seeing Jaken eat another organ. Ugh.
Nope, no, I am not thinking about it. Perhaps it was a blessing that Sesshōmaru didn’t eat in front of us… if that man eats at all.
I’m not sure I could handle watching him shove a raw liver in his mouth.
Thankfully, by some stroke of luck, the remaining horse meat was still perfectly edible the next day and the day after. I had found some berries for us to eat for breakfast, as meat was more of a lunch and dinner type of meal. I was very proud of myself for being able to gather up two handfuls of the fruit.
Maybe it was because we were near water, but there was an abundance of berries.
“Wow, Big Sister!” Rin’s eyes sparkled as she took a small handful for herself. “These look delicious!”
“Right? I had a few on my way here and they were pretty good.”
She placed a couple of the berries in her mouth, chewing with a big smile. She held a hand up to her cheek. “Mmm! They’re so sweet!”
“Sweet?” Huh. “The ones I ate were kinda sour…”
“That’s because you probably ate the bad ones.” Rin informed, giving me a frown. I blinked, startled by her words. “You always eat the bad ones. The only times you don’t are when I pick and hand out berries.”
“Wait, really?”
The little girl slumped her shoulders, gazing up at me with a pout. “I know you’re worried about me growing up and eating enough, but… I feel bad eating all the good ones. I don’t mind sour berries, Big Sister. You should eat some sweet ones, too.”
“I…” I was dumbfounded. “I didn’t realize I was… doing that…”
“It’s just because you’re nice.” She smiled, giggling at the look on my face. “But that’s okay! Because Lord Sesshōmaru will take care of you. He’s always looking out for you, Big Sister.”
As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t find a way to deny it.
Sesshōmaru never really said anything that showed he cared, but he did give me a really precious kimono. I don’t know if he bought it or had commissioned it or if he had just stolen it from another demon, but it served as light armor and would protect me from the elements. Furthermore, I had only mentioned it in passing a week ago, but when the opportunity presented itself he handed me a bow so I could practice archery.
I wouldn’t have thought to take the bow from bandits, too disturbed by their deaths and the idea that I’d be taking from a corpse, but Sesshōmaru didn’t spare a second thought towards it. He heard me mention I wanted to learn to shoot, and as soon as a bow and quiver were available he took them to give to me.
He… listened. He paid attention to me.
It was frustrating how much that knowledge made my heart flutter and my cheeks warm, because I know he was only doing it so I wouldn’t die so easily. Given how much he hates noise, he probably only listened to what I said because I was too loud to ignore. “Actually…”
I looked around the camp.
“Where is Sesshōmaru? Did he go off on his own again?”
He vanished for a little while yesterday before returning to camp late at night when Rin was already asleep, and he was here earlier this morning. But now I don’t see him anywhere- not even by his usual spot against a tree.
“Yes!” Rin placed a few more berries in her mouth, chewing them thoughtfully. “He took off shortly after you went looking for berries. Master Jaken wanted to go with him, but he told him to stay with me and Ah-Un.”
She pointed to the left, and I turned my head to see the green imp sulking atop the dragon. Jaken was in a puddle of tears, curled up in the large saddle. “Lord Sesshōmaru, why~!?”
“It’s quite sad to watch.” Rin stated, her bluntness making me snort.
If Jaken was left behind with Ah-Un, that meant Sesshōmaru probably wasn’t going anywhere dangerous. He always seems to take Jaken with him whenever he goes somewhere he might have to fight. Given how loud we all can be, the man most likely wanted some time to himself. An understandable thing to desire.
It’s a little… lonely without him here, though.
Going deep into thought, I placed a couple berries into my mouth, chewing slowly as a melancholic expression crossed my face. It was already rather lonely without my dear friends or sister here, but Sesshōmaru going away only reminded me of how lonely I truly was.
Whenever he’s around, I’m normally too distracted to think about the painful emptiness that tries to form inside my chest, too busy fretting over whether or not I’ve made him angry, attempting to get to know him by asking questions he never answers, or just pondering what thoughts were going through his head.
It scares me, honestly- how things will be and how lonely I’ll feel when I’m ripped away from the Feudal Era for good.
“Big Sister?” Rin tilted her head. “What’s wrong?”
I snapped out of it. “Huh? O-Oh, uh, nothing. I was just… thinking.”
“About?”
Everything.
What will happen after we defeat Anatasia? Since she summoned us to this time, will killing her cancel out the spell and send us back? Will the spirits she used to bring us here give us a choice on whether to go back or not? Do I have to make a choice?
Because… I know me.
I know that given the chance I’ll follow along with what Maria wants, because I love her and I want her to be happy, and I don’t want to be permanently separated from her, so of course I’ll make the choice to return to our own time.
It just hurts.
What if our family already thinks we’re dead? Does time pass the same there as it does here? What if we spent several months here, but no time has passed at all back home? I… don’t know what to do, or what to think.
I’m going to feel so lost. I already feel so lost.
After nearly three months of traveling in the wild, living without modern technology, killing demons, surviving humans, and fighting for my life, of watching people be slaughtered and their corpses decay, of learning to summon spirits and how to make use of their powers, just how am I supposed to go back to how things used to be? I’m not who I was when I was first summoned here. Not anymore.
I’ve changed.
I’ve changed so much that when I finally met Maria again and was able to speak to her, she didn’t recognize me. I acted so differently it infuriated her, and she yelled at me. The things she said- it felt like a dagger to the heart.
“Irene?”
Ugh, I’m getting distracted.
I placed the rest of the berries in Rin’s hands and pressed my palms to my face, expression too depressed and pained for me to willingly let a small child see.
Taking a moment to compose myself, I inhaled deeply and only lowered my hands once I managed to plaster a smile on my face, ruffling the back of my hair. “Sorry. I was just… thinking about home.”
Rin frowned, holding the berries close to her chest. “Why? Do you want to go back? You said you don’t like it there. Your aunt is mean to you, and your dad yells a lot…”
“It’s been a long time since my aunt left my life, Rin.” Thank the gods. “And my dad doesn’t yell that often. He just says hurtful things sometimes when he’s trying to…”
Oh, how do I put this?
I furrowed my brows and crossed my arms over my chest. “When he’s trying to give advice? I guess? Again, he’s not very good at communicating or empathizing. He sees things in a very specific way, and my being so emotional sort of… goes against that. He’s worried I’ll be taken advantage of because I’m too soft or whatever.”
“But he still hurt you!”
This conversation was starting to feel like deja vu. I resisted the urge to sigh. “Whether it hurt me or not doesn’t matter, Rin. I’m… still going to have to go back home at some point.”
Hurt flashed across her face. Rin stepped forward, looking up at me with big misty eyes. My heart ached at the sight. “But why!? Don’t you wanna stay with me and Lord Sesshōmaru!? He’s nice to you, a-and he doesn’t yell when he’s angry! Is it because of Master Jaken?”
“N-No, I just-“
“Master Jaken can be really mean sometimes, but Lord Sesshōmaru always makes him stop! A-And Ah-Un really likes you, too! Ah and Un will be sad if you’re gone! And… I’ll be sad.” Rin lowered her head, her lips curling back as she blinked away tears. “Don’t you… like us anymore?”
Oh gods, just rip my heart out. “That’s not it! Okay? That’s not…”
I inhaled shakily and knelt down, reaching out to gently grasp her shoulders.
“I-It’s not a matter of if I want to stay or not.”
“Why not?” Rin sniffled. “Is it because of your sister? Is she going to make you leave us?”
For some reason, my voice had gotten stuck in my throat. I wanted to defend her, to tell Rin she had it all wrong, but I couldn’t. My voice wouldn’t come out.
Rin’s eyes bore into mine, the child’s gaze alarmingly intense and greatly resembling that of the man who’s been raising her. “If you want to stay… can’t you just tell her? She’s your family. You’re always so nice, Big Sister. If she’s anything like you, I’m… I’m sure she’d understand.”
Damn it.
I felt my jaw tighten at her words, and I lowered my head, hair falling and curling around my face. My heart felt like it was being torn apart from inside my chest, a hole carving itself out in the middle of what remained. It was both suffocating and excruciatingly painful, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to recover from it.
It really was something so simple- a short question, taking only a few words, and yet it was enough to cause the world around me to start breaking, threatening to shatter and slice me apart with its shards. “I-It’s not that easy, Rin…”
Maria was my big sister. I didn’t get to see her often back home because of her work and because I was unable to drive so far, but if I were able to choose to stay behind that meant not seeing her ever again. I would be abandoning her, our other siblings, and our parents.
I would be hurting her.
She was so scared for me when we were separated and when she saw I was kidnapped and about to be sacrificed by the panther demons. I may not be who I was, but I’m still her little sister. I love Maria. I don’t want to leave her behind.
But leaving behind everyone I’ve come to know here… hurts, too. Sango and Shippō especially. I don’t want to leave them.
Just what am I supposed to do? What am I meant to choose?
Can’t someone just tell me what I should do?
Grandma Kaede, or even Myoga or Grandpa Kakuju- if one of them could just magically appear and give me a sign, some cryptic verse or poem, that would help me figure it out, I would willingly do whatever was in my power to ensure their happiness.
Whatever task they’d ask of me, I’d perform it. Whether it be helping in the fields, searching for herbs, or killing a strong demon.
My grip on Rin’s shoulders loosened and I lowered my arms, my hands dropping to the ground. Slumping over, my depression finally gave way, the loneliness and confusion and anxiety taking root in me like an icy gust, holding me tightly in its grip.
If I have the choice, do I stay in the Feudal Era with all my wonderful new friends… or do I leave it all behind to go back to the life I’m not sure if I’m capable of living anymore, just so I don’t have to be permanently separated from my siblings, and so I don’t make Maria upset?
“Big Sister?”
“I’m… going to go practice shooting my new bow.” I stood up slowly, and gave Rin’s dirty hair a small ruffle. My voice was unusually quiet, my smile much sadder than usual. “You finish eating, okay?”
This wasn’t a conversation I was capable of having right now.
Making my way over to Ah-Un and grabbing hold of the bow resting on their saddle, ignoring the sobbing Jaken and the closely observing Rin. I slid the quiver over my shoulder. I had just started to walk away from the campsite when I saw a flash of silver from the corner of my eyes.
Sesshōmaru. He had returned from his walk.
“Welcome back!” I greeted weakly, but I didn’t stay to watch his reaction or see him sit down and get comfortable.
It was hard to bring myself to look at him, the pain in my chest only growing now that he had returned. Given his timing, he probably heard my conversation with Rin. I had just barely caught his eye before turning away, awkwardly shuffling my way out of camp and into the woods, my smile dropping as soon as I was out of sight.
Maybe it was because of everything that’s been said, but I didn’t want Sesshōmaru to see my face. It was lonely with him gone, but now it hurt even more with him here.
Because… I wanted to stay.
So, so badly did I want to remain in the Feudal Era. I wanted to stay with Rin, Ah-Un, and Sesshōmaru, and I wanted to stay with Sango, Shippō, Kagome, Kirara, Miroku, and Inuyasha. I wanted to stay with everybody. I wanted to help them defeat Naraku. I wanted to free Kohaku from his wretched spell. I wanted to visit Kaede and Kakuju, and see how Tōran and the other panther demons were faring in the village. I wanted to thank Kōga for looking after Maria all this time, and apologize for causing so much trouble.
There was so much I wanted to do. I didn’t want to go.
But doing so would hurt Maria.
How could I possibly allow myself to be so selfish? I would be the worst little sister if I told her the truth. There’s no way she would take it as well as Rin thinks she would. Maria fought tooth and nail to find me. I can’t imagine her accepting anything less than us going back home together.
And… I don’t want to leave her behind, either.
It’s a horrible crossroads that I found myself in, one with no clear answer of which path I should take. All I can do is face things as they come, and deal with the consequences once they arrive.
If I’m on the bridge when it burns, then I’ll just burn with it.
Just how did things come to this? Where did it all go wrong? Was it when I let my stupid self get distracted by that stone in the stream, causing us to wind up here? Or was it when I decided to leave the safety of the village to find my sister, and ended up encountering Anastasia instead?
Who am I kidding?
I know what it was.
The foolish god that altered fate… it’s all their fault. They changed the course of history. If not for them, I never would have ended up here and met everyone. I never would’ve grown attached.
Because they revealed a secret they never should have, Anastasia was revived, and because Anastasia was revived she was able to cast the summoning spell.
What a mess…
I hung my head with a heavy sigh, dark brown hair falling into my face. Feeling the longer strands tickling my neck, I grabbed at them, wishing once more that I had something to at least tie it back with. I couldn’t stand having long hair back in my era, and it was especially true here in Feudal Japan.
Letting out another sigh, I glanced up and started to approach a particularly thick tree. I eyed it for a moment, picked up a rock, and got to work carving a small X in the center.
I then proceeded to take about twenty, no- thirty steps away from it before grabbing an arrow, awkwardly notching it and drawing back the bowstring. My hands shook, but I tried to hold the bow and arrow in place, keeping it pointed at the spot I had marked.
It took a lot more strength than I anticipated to keep the bowstring drawn back, and my first few shots missed horribly. I spread my feet out to be about shoulder width, trying to mimic the way I saw Kagome shoot, but my arms and hands shook, and it was difficult to aim properly.
I grew more tired than accurate when it came to hitting the target, and in my frustration a few tears began to fall, spurred on by my already conflicted emotions.
It actually angered me a little, which only made me feel more frustrated, and I stopped shooting for a minute to observe my horrible aim, the tears hot against my cheeks.
Kagome makes this look so easy…
I knew it would be difficult to learn, especially without a teacher, but I had been hopeful nonetheless. I’ll just have to keep at it.
Inhaling shakily, I pressed a palm against one of my eyes. I needed to stay calm. I needed to focus. Emotional I may be, I can’t let said emotions get the better of me. Maybe when everything is done and over with, but not right now. There’s so many things I need to do, to take care of, to learn.
Anastasia is lurking somewhere I can’t see. The second she learns I’m alive and I give her an opportunity, she’ll take my soul. I can’t let that happen. I have to get stronger. I have to be able to defeat her.
I… have to grow stronger so that, when the time comes, I can kill her… so that Maria and I can go home.
Against my will, a few more tears fell as I continued to practice my archery, my mind trying to wander despite my best efforts to remain distracted. It was so quiet in this forest without a group of people chatting and bickering, or a bratty half-demon giving me snarky comments and teasing me whenever I messed up during training. There’s no young fox demon shouting encouragement, or a little two-tailed cat demon mewing to show her support.
There’s no Sango to comfort me, and there’s no Miroku to give surprisingly wise advice. No Inuyasha to tell me he knows I can do better than this, and no Kagome or Shippō cheering me on.
It was just me, the arrows, the birds in the trees, and my painfully lonely thoughts.
I spent so long shooting arrows, picking them back up, shooting them again, and crying, fighting the tears, that I had eventually lost track of time. My arms had grown so tired the muscles ached and throbbed. I sniffled as I yanked the projectiles out of the tree trunk one by one, my fingers burning from the abuse.
Before I knew it, I had leaned forward, squeezing my eyes tightly shut as I rested my forehead against the tree.
I missed everyone so terribly, and the thought of having to trade one group of people I cared about so I could be with another was unbearable. I wish I could just focus on the present, to wait until the bridge burned like I had told myself earlier, but it was much easier said than actually done.
Life was full of hard decisions, but this…
This was just too cruel.
Feeling a sob start trying to rise up, my shoulders shaking, I inhaled sharply and stood up straight, rubbing at my face with a loud groan. Sliding my bow back on my shoulder, I clapped my hands against my cheeks. “Ugh! I’m fine! Stop. Thinking. I don’t even know if I’ll be sent back home! A-And if there’s a choice, then I’ll do what Maria wants! It’s fine. I’m fine. I. Am. Fine. Urgh!”
I threw my arms out in front of me, glaring up at the remaining arrow. By some miracle, it had almost hit the X I marked, off only by an inch. I stood on my tiptoes and reached up to yank it out, curling my fingers around the wood and tugging on it.
“If we’re stuck here, we’re stuck here. If we’re sent home, we’re sent home. If Maria wants to leave, then we’ll leave!” The arrow came loose and I stumbled back, biting down hard on my bottom lip as I held the arrow carefully in my palm, staring at it with half-lidded eyes. My voice was quiet as it trembled. “I wasn’t… I wasn’t even supposed to be here in the first place.”
The friends I made here will forget about me, just like the friends I had made back in my time.
“I’ll… be fine.”
Why should it matter what I want? I’m used to being abandoned and forgotten, so if I go ahead and abandon everyone first then it’s almost certain I’ll be forgotten.
“Right? Right…”
Another shaky breath. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. Opening them again, a curiosity took root as I gazed down at the arrow in my grasp, remembering the idea I had a while back.
Holding it carefully in my palm, I focused, attempting to channel the Shikigami power while imagining the arrowhead lighting aflame. When the entire arrow lit up, I jumped and nearly tossed it in the air, but managed to catch myself just before doing so.
I pouted. “Not exactly what I wanted… but I guess it works?”
I notched it on the bowstring and drew it back, turning around to aim at a different tree, only to jolt and release it in shock when I caught sight of a familiar demon lord.
The flaming arrow rammed into the tree to his right, Sesshōmaru completely unphased even as the wind from the arrow’s momentum caused a few strands of his hair to flutter. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
“Uh…” Welp. I’m in trouble. I came out here to avoid everyone, yet the one person I thought wouldn’t follow me apparently did. I held a hand up to wave. “H-Hey! Fancy seeing you here.”
Sesshōmaru’s golden gaze shifted from me to the arrow lodged in the tree beside him. The Shikigami flames flickered and danced for a few seconds more before fading out, leaving only the arrow behind. His attention turned back to me.
I could hardly bring myself to speak. My face felt hot, hotter than it should be due to the tears I shed, and I knew I must look like a mess. He was the last person I ever suspected would come check up on me, and he was the one person I didn’t want to see me like this.
Why was my luck so bad? “I-I’m just… I’m just gonna…”
I pointed at the arrow and stepped forward, hesitating briefly, before ducking my head to avoid meeting his stare and marched towards the tree, awkwardly reaching up and yanking the arrow out of the bark, praying he didn’t see me crying and talking to myself.
I mean, it was obvious I did cry, but I didn’t want him to actually see me crying. To make matters worse, this felt like my most accurate shot yet…
As I fiddled with the arrow, trying and failing to distract myself by checking to see if there were any scorch marks, my aching muscles began to tense. Sesshōmaru’s gaze was following my every movement, his molten gold stare as intense as ever.
From how hot my cheeks felt, my face was probably as red as the pattern on his haori.
Why must he always be so quiet? I lamented, wishing he would say something, anything, to end this uncomfortable silence. He clearly heard everything Rin and I were saying, and there had to be a reason why he followed me out here. Don’t just stare at me, demon man! Speak! Use your words! Tell me what you want!
“So,” I held the arrow up for Sesshōmaru to see, crying inside despite the smile on my face, “as it turns out, I actually can light the arrows aflame! Which is pretty neat. It’ll let me do some extra damage if I can actually hit my foes. Also, I haven’t made much progress, my limbs are sort of like noodles right now, but I’m at least hitting the trees! So! Y’know…”
Ahem.
“That’s a good thing.” I tucked the arrow into the quiver and grasped the bow, flashing the demon lord a slightly more genuine grin. “Maybe I’m a natural? Hehe.”
Sesshōmaru regarded me calmly, not showing much reaction to my joke. The look in his eyes was more difficult to read than usual.
I had just accepted my fate of standing in this suffocating silence when he spoke, the demon lord turning to look over my shoulder at the tree I had been using as a target before he showed up. He could probably make out every dent I put in the tree bark with his demon sight. “Believe what you will, but you’ll require more practice if you desire to take down an enemy.”
Doing my best to hide my relief- and delight- at him actually saying something, I gasped and feigned hurt, leaning back and pressing a hand against my chest. “That… That was brutal. I mean, it’s true, but yeesh! Might as well have stabbed me in the heart.”
I faked a sniffle, pretending to wipe a tear off my cheek.
“I’m doing my best, y’know.”
Sesshōmaru just hmph’d and began to walk off in a direction away from camp, his silver hair swaying gently behind him.
I looked after him in confusion, befuddled by his behavior. If he was just going to leave, why did he come after me? How long was he even watching me shoot?
Before he could get too far, I started to chase after him. “Sesshōmaru! Hey! Hey, Sesshōmaru! Seriously, what’s up? Did you wanna talk to me about something?”
He can’t just show up out of nowhere to pay me a visit and then walk off. It goes against everything that I’ve learned about him. Sesshōmaru doesn’t bother doing unnecessary things. He could probably smell the tears from a mile away, and I doubt he’s the sort of person who would be comfortable dealing with that kind of thing.
No, he must have wanted to talk to me about something. He’s not going to kick me out of the group after what happened with the dead horse, is he? Maybe I overreacted a little bit, but Jaken eating those raw organs was super gross. “W-What happened?”
A glance over his shoulder. He turned his gaze forward. I made a face at him, wondering once more what went on inside that pretty head of his. Perhaps his lack of a response meant he wasn’t planning on getting rid of me after all.
I huffed, resting my hands on my waist.
“Okay… or don’t tell me. Be all secretive and mysterious.” If I wasn’t so worried it would tick him off, I’d have made a joke that he must have missed me. “I’ll just keep on following you. Talking to myself. Pondering the meaning of life. This isn’t secretly a ploy to lure me away from Rin and Ah-Un so you can kill me off for annoying you with endless questions, is it?”
“Do you want me to kill you?” His sudden question had me jump, and I found myself choking on thin air before sputtering, looking up at him with big eyes.
“What!? I-I mean… not really? But, like, if I had to choose between losing my soul to Anastasia or being killed by you…” I pretended to think about it, tapping a finger to my lips. “And it was a situation where I had to choose- no chance of survival either way, backed in a corner- I’d definitely choose you. Wait, do I at least get a shot at fighting for survival? I know I won’t actually be able to do anything before you’d kill me, but, hey! Feel I should ask.”
I smiled brightly up at him, the morbid conversation topic putting me in a strangely better mood.
Sesshōmaru just stared down at me. His golden eyes seemed softer than they were a couple minutes ago. He was giving me that look again, the one that was impossible to identify, but was related to our ambiguous relationship or lack thereof.
The sight made my heart stutter, and my chest, which had been aching so painfully, warmed when I heard the slight amusement in his voice. “You can try, but just as you said; you would be unable to land so much as a single blow against me.” He then paused. “Tell me, Irene; just how shall I end your pathetically mortal life?”
“Uh… damn. You’re asking the hard questions.” I actually had to think about it this time, ruffling and fiddling with my hair with one hand while my other rested on my waist. I had begun to slow in my walk, and almost didn’t notice how Sesshōmaru moved to match my pace. “What’s less painful? Your sword or your claws?”
His eyes flashed at the question. “You have already once felt the steel of my blade; I have no intention of using it on you again. There would be no point.”
Though I knew he was referencing tenseiga, the demon lord stating for the second time he would not revive me should I lose my life again, he was making it sound as if he had attacked me previously with tōkijin. Which begged the question why he referencing tenseiga instead of offering to slay me with tōkijin, the one sword he had that could actually kill.
When I opened my mouth to speak, ready to ask why he replied in such a way, Sesshōmaru stopped walking and held his right hand up, curling his fingers and showcasing his sharp claws. They seemed to glint against the evening sunlight, and his molten gold eyes bore into mine with a breathtaking intensity that I found myself devoid of all words.
“Should the time come, be prepared- for it shall be my claws which you face next.”
Ah. “Well…”
This was probably meant to be a threat, but my weak human heart was so dumb it was very much not scared by his words, and instead I found myself growing quite flustered. I prayed my face wasn’t as red as it felt, and that he couldn’t hear the way my heart was racing as my toes curled against the grass.
I ended up having to clear my throat, flashing him a large smile as I clapped my hands together as cheerfully as I could. “I-I’ll look forward to it!”
But just how exactly is he going to kill me with his claws? Poison? Decapitation? Strangulation? Why do I even want to know so bad?
“How are you- oh!”
Immediately distracted by something in the corner of my eye, I cut myself off mid-sentence to lean to the side, watching as a particularly large squirrel tried to crack open a nut. It was quite a cute little fella, but something about it… felt rather odd. I ended up squatting down to watch it, strangely immersed in its behavior, and went completely still when the large squirrel turned its gaze towards me.
Pitch black eyes met mine, and my breath seemed to halt.
It was the cutest squirrel I had ever seen. I found myself starting to rise up to approach it, hand outstretching with the intention to pet it.
Such a cute squirrel. Such lovely big black eyes.
How soft is its fur?
I wanted to know. I needed to know.
The desire to pet it, to pick it up and hold it close, was stronger than anything else I’ve ever felt. The world around me seemed to fade away, my vision clouded, my mind focused solely on those pitch black eyes. It was as if I were in a daze, consumed only by the thought of getting close to the adorable creature.
Before I could take a step further, an arm shot out in front of me, bumping into my chest and forcing me to come to a halt. The squirrel jerked, and I inhaled sharply, snapping my head up to look at Sesshōmaru, having somehow completely forgotten he was even here despite always being so conscious of his presence. He was glaring at the adorable creature, and I was about to tell him off for it when his demonic aura suddenly spiked.
The sensation alone was enough to bring chills to my spine, and the second his eyes narrowed the squirrel dropped the acorn it was nibbling on and booked it deep into the forest, scrambling away from here.
“…It’s gone.” I stated, dumbfounded by what just happened. Sesshōmaru lowered his arm, and turned to look at me when I placed my hands on my waist, scowling at him. “Just what did that squirrel ever do to you!? It was just being cute!”
Sesshōmaru didn’t acknowledge my question, merely staring down at me as if the squirrel never even existed. “Irene.”
My heart jumped at the sound of his voice calling my name, realizing I couldn’t detect annoyance or anger in it, and my cheeks burned red hot. I furrowed my brows, trying so hard to keep the scowl on my face but failing miserably at doing so. “Y-Yeah? What is it?”
It was so infuriating how easily he caught my attention. How aware I was of him and his presence. That only made my sudden forgetfulness of him being beside me only more confusing.
It didn’t make any sense.
He was so ridiculously beautiful in this sunlight, the rays shining through the tree branches illuminating his already brilliantly shining form. He looked so ethereal it was hard to believe he was a demon.
Sesshōmaru… was so breathtaking- in this lighting, in the way his dark lashes fluttered as he gazed down at me with his amber eyes that shone like pools of molten gold, carefully hiding his thoughts in a way so none could ever read him, betrayed only by the slight furrow of his brow and the subtle downwards tilt of his lips. The way his armless left sleeve billowed in the wind, alongside the silky, shimmering locks of his shocking silver hair- it was so mesmerizing, he seemed like he couldn’t possibly be real.
How could I ever possibly forget he was here?
At times, I found that Sesshōmaru was a lot like his younger brother… but at times like this I found that they couldn’t be more different.
And…
At times like this, I remembered how all too painfully weak I was for this man who had saved me thrice, gave me life, and took me under his protection. As much as I hated to admit, I had fallen for Sesshōmaru.
But, honestly? How could I not? How couldn’t anyone?
The recent events only made my feelings grow stronger, rather than squashing them like I had been hoping. He gave me a kimono that served as light armor. He listened when I mentioned I wanted to try archery, and handed me a bow and quiver he took from the bandits that had tried to assault me.
It should be completely against his nature as a person, as the incredibly evil demon my friends believe him to be, but aside from some glares when my arguments with Jaken goes too far he’s been really kind towards me and incredibly patient. His rare smirk lives rent free in my mind. I remember all too vividly the way he had chuckled at something I had said to Jaken when I had first started traveling with them.
Just how am I supposed to squash these budding feelings I have for him, when everything he does makes me like him more?
If he had been mean to me from the beginning… maybe I wouldn’t be half as conflicted as I am.
Why… wasn’t he mean to me from the beginning?
I don’t think I ever learned the answer to that. He knew from the beginning I was friends with his brother, right? If he hates Inuyasha so much, shouldn’t he have wanted to kill me then and there, and have me join the pile of corpses that were strewn behind him? Why let me live long enough to make a deal with him?
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Huh?” The abrupt question startled me. “W-What am I doing?”
Sesshōmaru’s frown deepened, the demon lord clearly displeased over something. Yet instead of telling me what I did that was so wrong, he just narrowed his eyes at me, then turned to start walking again. “You should be more aware of your surroundings.”
“Uh… okay?” Man, he really must not like squirrels.
I continued to walk with him through the forest to… wherever it was we were heading. He never answered any of my questions- as per usual- so I had absolutely no idea what his intentions were or what he was thinking. I’m honestly surprised he’s even spoken to me for so long.
I think this might actually be a new record for him.
As we traveled together side-by-side, I began to fiddle with the growing strands of my hair again, tugging on them gently and occasionally glancing up at the demon lord to see if I could read him at all.
I could not. “You confuse me.”
Judging by the look he gave me, it was clear he was expecting me to say more, but nope. Two can play at that game.
Lacing my hands behind my back, I walked a few feet ahead of him before spinning on my heel and leaning over as cutely as I could, flashing him a brilliant smile. “It’s not a bad thing, though. One of these days I’ll figure you out.”
Sesshōmaru’s expression hardened, yet it wasn’t in a way that begets anger. “You grow more audacious by the day.”
Ah, I could almost hear it- the voice of Jaken throwing a fit and declaring that a mere human such as myself could never grow to understand a demon as noble and powerful as Sesshōmaru. But Jaken was not here, and Sesshōmaru himself said no such thing.
In a strange way, it almost felt like I was being given permission to try and learn more about him- though, of course, with his aloof personality, my efforts may just end in failure.
But… he didn’t say that either.
All Sesshōmaru claimed was that I was growing more audacious. He didn’t insult me by saying I could never hope to understand him because I was human, and he didn’t say that my efforts to try to understand him would be in vain. He was a hard-to-read person for sure, but I think… just maybe… that I was starting to figure out what he means when he speaks.
It’s rather roundabout, but I’m starting to believe it’s less about what he’s saying and more about what he doesn’t say.
He never denied that Rin was his daughter. He’s never denied Rin’s claims that he likes having me around. He never told me off when I put those wild flowers in his armor, either. He didn’t even get upset when I talked his ears off back at the destroyed castle, or when I stood up and demanded to go with him to the tower despite him ordering me to stay put.
But then…
What does that mean?
“I like to think it’s one of my best traits!” I made myself joke, beaming as I followed after him, walking by his side. My mind was racing with this discovery, but I had no idea what it could all mean. “Don’t you think so? I have to have at least one redeeming quality, right? So why not that?”
Feeling a little bold, encouraged by the amount of interaction I managed to get out of him today, my smile turned into more of a mischievous grin, and when the demon lord glanced down at me again I took my chance, silly and foolish as it was.
“I can’t have you getting bored of me, now can I?”
Seeing the way Sesshōmaru stopped walking, pausing to look at me, felt like such an accomplishment. He was simply staring at me, as if in astonishment of my audacity despite not much emotion showing on his features, but I just kept grinning at him, smiling as wide as my face would allow.
Gods, what am I doing? This is so stupid. I shouldn’t be acting like this. I shouldn’t be saying all of this. He’s not ever going to like me. I’m only ever going to be someone that merely exists around him.
Someone he takes it upon himself to protect solely due to his pride; it would hurt his ego if someone in his travel party got hurt, and he won’t allow anything to happen to me because of that. I doubted it before, but maybe the kimono and the bow really are just an extension of that protection. Something to make protecting me more convenient.
As much as I would like to think his silence towards Rin’s comments meant otherwise, I know he’s probably only keeping me around since my being here doesn’t really affect him. He may stop Jaken from insulting me, but it’s not like he holds me in high esteem either.
I just… exist.
To Sesshōmaru, I’m just another person his pride is making him protect.
Besides, I’m.. probably not going to be able to stay here in the Feudal Era. Talking to him like this, purposefully smiling with the foolish hope that what Rin said was true- I’m just making things worse for myself.
I already know I’m bound to be rejected should he ever learn of my feelings, but I’m still setting myself up for heartbreak. Doing things like this will just make the inevitable separation more painful in the end.
Unfortunately, I seemed to lack a sense of self control.
My expression began to fall, and I slowly stood up straight, gaze drifting from the demon lord to the grass I was standing on. I wondered what the point of all this was, of following him around when I knew it was all hopeless. I wondered why I bothered getting close to Rin, or to Sango and Shippō, or Kagome, Miroku, and Inuyasha. I wondered why I set myself up for heartache, knowing from the beginning that this wasn’t my time period.
Knowing… that I didn’t belong here.
I wondered why I was such a foolish person.
“We’ve arrived.” Sesshōmaru suddenly said, and I snapped my head up, looking up at him with furrowed brows. He had lifted his chin, gazing at something behind me, and that was when I realized I could hear the sounds of water crashing onto itself, like that of a waterfall.
No way.
I whirled around to follow his gaze, but several trees and bushes were blocking the view. I rushed forward, pushing my way through and following the sound, listening as it grew louder and louder.
Maneuvering through the foliage, shoving some branches out of my face, I froze once I reached my destination, absolutely stunned by the scenery before me. “Seriously…?”
The stream near our camp probably connected to this one, but this was far more beautiful. It had two small waterfalls side-by-side, separated only by the rocky terrain it flowed through. The evening sun reflected off the river stream’s surface, and several fireflies could be seen already glowing about and flickering their lights in the area.
Yet, most notably, to the right of the waterfall was a formation of rocks and large boulders, and within was a large pool of water. That pool of water was steaming from its heat. “Ha… haha… is this for real? There’s actually a hot spring here!?”
I could hardly believe it.
But it was real and very much there. “Yes! Sesshōmaru! Sesshōmaru!?”
Looking around, I realized I had unintentionally left him in the dust. Whoops. I hurried back in the direction I came, but I didn’t have to go too far to reach him. He had continued walking from where I had left him, and had apparently started following me. His expression was a little hard to read, but the look in his eyes didn’t show any irritation towards my having abruptly taken off.
“Sesshōmaru! W-Would it be alright if I bathed in the hot springs for a bit!?” I bounced over to him and held my fists up in the air, brimming with excitement. “Pretty please!? I-I won’t take too long! Promise!”
Sesshōmaru kept walking.
I faltered and watched as he headed in the direction of the waterfall, and seeing him take a seat on the ground against a tree, his back facing both the stream and the hot spring, I blinked, a bit of a dumbfounded look crossing my face.
When he spoke, it was with a nonchalance that made me wonder if this was what he intended all along. “Do as you will.”
“O-Okay.” Stay calm. Don’t panic. “Thank you! Ah, I should probably clean up with the river water first, though…”
I made a face, thinking about it as I reached up to untie my furoshiki from around my shoulders. I was so excited to bathe that I didn’t waste any time in making my way over to the stream, pausing in my rush only to admire the beauty of the evening sun’s watery reflection and the fireflies hovering nearby. This counted as the second time Sesshōmaru guided me to a hot spring to bathe, and I really wasn’t sure why he did so this time around.
Before I was covered in Naraku’s poison and drenched head-to-toe in dried blood, but this time I was only a little bit dirty. There were some blood splatters on my mobokama and kimono skirt hem, but I wasn’t filthy.
I actually cleaned up some in the streams we’d pass by. It wasn’t a proper bath, sure, but given the circumstances it worked just the same.
Pulling a small rag out from my furoshiki, I wet it and washed my face. The river water was cold. It could always be colder, though, so I counted my blessings and refrained from making a comment. After removing my bloodied mobakama, I folded it and made a mental note to wash it after my bath in the spring, and I had just started to slide off my kimono when suddenly…
“Irene.”
…Sesshōmaru spoke up from behind the tree, startling me greatly.
I practically whipped my head around, freezing in place, but he hadn’t moved from his spot. He was actually quite the gentleman, keeping guard for me and not at all trying to take a look. Perhaps he couldn’t be bothered, maybe I was just that unattractive to him, or perhaps he honestly just wasn’t interested in such a thing, but I was grateful nonetheless.
Especially after what happened with those bandits- I still remember their disgusting gazes as they had leered at me. Just the memory made me feel ill.
“Why do you bother allowing others to make your decisions for you?”
Near immediately, my heart dropped down into my stomach, a wave of harsh cold crashing down on me and destroying what had been such a delightful time. Inhaling sharply, I could feel a sudden stinging in my eyes, and I nearly choked as he spoke, an unusual curiosity in his tone. “Wh… What?”
“It doesn’t make any sense to me.” His words were cold and blunt, almost condescending in their lack of understanding and empathy. He was a demon through-and-through, raised to be cutthroat and merciless. Whatever compassion he learned and showed in bringing me here failed to match up with the words he voiced. “If you do not wish to leave, say so. A mortal as audacious as yourself should have no qualms in walking your own path.”
And yet…
There was a kindness to them buried beneath the harsh, baffled tone he used. A lack of understanding, but a sense of encouragement, as if trying to help me make up my mind. The way he said it was quite mean, but Sesshōmaru was basically trying to tell me not to let myself get taken advantage of, right?
That I should be more assertive and do what I want without worrying what other people think.
Unfortunately, “I-It’s not… that easy…”
From behind the tree, he scoffed and continued to speak. “You humans live such short lives. Are you truly willing to waste it following the desires of others?”
I found myself shivering, blinking away the tears as a gust of wind blew by, holding my kimono close. I leaned my head back and stared up at the evening sky, doing my damndest not to cry.
“O-Of course not. But I-“ I don’t think I have it in me to be so selfish. We all share the same sky, but may soon be divided by time. Whatever I choose, people I care about will still be left behind. It’s only right I go back to my own time, no matter how much I might long to stay here. “I may not even have the luxury of choice.”
So what was the point in thinking about it?
“If… If I defeat Anastasia… who knows what will happen? She summoned us here, so… if I defeat the summoner… then… the spell holding me and my sister here will be broken, right?”
Sesshōmaru was quiet, saying nothing in response.
I lowered my head, worrying my bottom lip so hard it bled. “Even… Even if I wanted to stay… I might not be able to. I wasn’t even meant to be here in the first place. My existence here… in this place…” I could feel the tears drip down my cheeks, a lump heavy in my throat. “It was a mistake.”
“…A mistake, you say?” I vaguely caught wind of his thoughtful hum, and as I gazed at the rising moon’s reflection in the water I wondered in the back of my mind if he was staring at the moon in the sky. “From what you said before, your existence here may not have been originally planned, but now it is altering everything. Thus, it can no longer be considered a mistake… when, according to the future your very presence is changing, it is now meant to be.”
I blinked, brain processing his words- or, at least, attempting to- when it short-circuited. I turned to look at him from over my bare shoulder, utterly lost. “Hah?”
“Your existence is no longer a mistake.” Sesshōmaru reiterated. “It ceased to be so the moment history began to be altered.”
Oh. “I… I guess that makes sense…”
Also, wow; I take back what I said earlier. I think this is the most I’ve ever heard him speak. We were having a real conversation for once. Or would this be considered the second time? Could the talk we had about him potentially killing me be considered a real conversation? It felt a bit like my attempt at playful banter turned a little twisted.
That said, it’s a little embarrassing that we’re currently talking while I’m in the middle of getting undressed.
Wait a minute.
Is this…?
Sesshōmaru… definitely heard my conversation with Rin. I’m not sure when exactly he got there, but he purposefully approached me after I left the camp. Then he brought me here, where I can clean up and relax in the hot spring. Now he’s giving me some, albeit harsh, advice… while telling me my existence here in this era, though unplanned, wasn’t a mistake.
Is this him trying to comfort me?
My eyes were so wide I was practically gaping at the tree, wondering if the signs were deceiving me. That’s insane. There’s no way he’s trying to cheer me up or make me feel better.
Maybe I’m just… imagining things because I want that to be what’s happening.
Yeah. That’s gotta be it.
Sesshōmaru would never do something like that, as much as it pains me to admit. Still, I am grateful for what he said.
I turned away from the tree, gazing into the stream once more, a bittersweet smile on my lips. “Thank you.”
Not another word was spoken from him.
As such, I decided to just focus on cleaning myself up so I could step into the spring. I practically sank into the steamy water, letting out a much needed sigh of relief as it began to soothe my aching muscles. My scars felt a bit like they were burning today.
My scars…
How am I going to explain them to everyone back home? My family’s sure to see them if I walk around in my usual pajamas of a t-shirt or tank top. My mother might actually faint if she sees the claw marks and kusarigama gash on my back.
Holding an arm up, my right hand reaching for the sky, I gazed at the bite marks left behind from a desperate Kirara. My left forearm was decorated with various scars. Maria doesn’t even know about most of them, but if she saw them she really would never agree to letting me stay here.
Does she have any scars? It didn’t look like it, given how much of her body was revealed due to the kimono she was wearing. She was dressed like a true wolf, with fur wrappings on her arms and legs, chest armor, and her thighs bared. From the way she looked, Kōga must have been taking good care of her.
They did seem close back in Ayame Village…
Maria really seemed to care about the wolf tribe. She always did have a fondness for wolves and for owls, but to have actually wound up living with wolf demons… it was kind of funny. And it was also just so wholly Maria of her. I have no doubt she’d put some of them in their place if they tried to discriminate against her.
That’s just how she was.
Strong, resourceful, kind, clever, and… loyal.
Perhaps she was a true wolf at heart.
If Maria’s a wolf, does that make me a dog? My familiar literally ended up being an Akita Inu, and said Akita Inu brought me close to the one village where a half-demon, of great dog demon descent, could find and save me. Or maybe I’m more of a puppy... I bark more than I bite.
Which is ironic, because I was more of a cat person.
Lowering my arm back into the warm water, I glanced behind me at the tree where Sesshōmaru was sitting, the demon lord having not moved a muscle. His words echoed in my head, and I found myself growing curious.
Just what face was Sesshōmaru making right now, sitting behind that tree? What was going through his mind as he brought me here? Why did he bother saying such things? What made him talk so much?
I wish I knew.
After about an hour of soaking in the hot water, I made myself rise out of it and dry off, running the camellia oil through my hair and tugging on my extra kimono, tying it in place with a purple sash. The fabric felt identical to my flower patterned one, so it was most likely made from the same material, which only left me feeling further indebted to the man.
Wandering tiredly over to the tree Sesshōmaru was resting at, I placed a hand against the bark and peered over the side at him. “I’m done! I’m gonna go wash the blood off my other clothes real quick, though, so-“
He had begun to stand up before I even finished, and I looked up at him with big eyes when he moved to stand directly in front of me.
“Uh…” This was unexpected. “Something wrong?”
Sesshōmaru said nothing, merely reaching a hand into the front of his haori. I blinked when he pulled a long strip of white fabric out, and I stared even more when he held it out to me. Finding this strangely familiar, I held my hands out and watched as he dropped the hair ribbon into my palms.
When I looked back up at him, he was already walking away, his fur boa trailing behind him.
Seriously, this guy…
I felt my cheeks burn, and an awkward smile curled up on my lips as I called out, “Th-Thank you!”
Just what is his deal?
Sesshōmaru has been acting so weird today.
Notes:
*writes about a random squirrel*
*rewrites/edits scene that leads up to the random squirrel*
*makes the squirrel a demon squirrel*
Is this what they mean by "trust the process"?
IRENE FINALLY HAS HER HAIR RIBBON NOW!!!!! HUZZAH!!!! Actual plot can start happening now, lol, outside of the slow burn SessIre romance.
Anyways. I am praying with all my might that the banter isn't too OOC. Sesshomaru is very sassy and expressive in the manga, so while I do write Sesshomaru mostly based off the anime (as that's the version I know best) I did want to play into his manga counterpart a little more. He's also such a strong supporter of autonomy, as shown with how much he despised Kohaku's lack of self from Naraku's possession, how he lets others do whatever they want, even if it means traveling with him, as long as it doesn't affect him negatively. Even when he first meets Rin and asks where she got her bruises, he tells her she doesn't have to answer if she doesn't want to. Even though Kohaku once attempted to kill Rin (per Naraku's orders) he eventually even let's him travel with them and willingly goes out of his way to protect Kohaku.
And don't even get me started on how he brutally went out of his way to kill Mukotsu later when he didn't have to...
Gods, I love this demon man.
As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! Let me know what you think in the comments. 💕💕💕
Chapter 39: Gap Between The Ages
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Today was supposed to be a nice day for Kagome.
It’s been over two weeks since Irene’s vanished with that human child and the two-headed dragon steed that Inuyasha’s older brother brought with him. It’s been over two weeks since they found that horrific pool of dried blood, and the poison repellant mask that had been stuck to it. Two weeks since Irene vanished, and two weeks since Sesshōmaru had supposedly gone after her.
I feel so awful… Is it really alright for me to come back home like this? I’m perfectly safe here, but everyone else could be in serious danger. And Irene might already be… oh, I hope they’re all okay.
Kagome had finally returned home for a few days to study for a surprise test and catch up on homework, and had practically begged her friends to go on a study date with her as a way to help her catch up on everything she’s missed and to serve as a distraction from everything that’s happened in the Feudal Era, yet that horrible sight of the lone bloodied mask was all that Kagome could think about.
It had been everywhere- all over the castle grounds and all over the forest grass; someone as sickly and weak as Irene couldn’t have survived losing that much blood.
I don’t want to assume the worst, but…
Kagome lifted her Wacdonald’s soda up to her lips, sipping dejectedly from her straw, her wallet effectively empty from bribing her friends with food. A mournful expression painted itself all over her young face.
Seeing all that blood, Irene is probably…
No, Kagome doesn’t want to think about it.
It hasn’t been long since they first met- just a few months- but they’ve grown so close. Irene made a place for herself in their little travel group and inside their hearts. She was a true friend to them… fighting by their side and supporting them, pushing herself to heal them, and always worrying about them… which made everything that happened that much more painful.
Poor Sango and Shippō have been incredibly down since her disappearance, and Inuyasha got snappy at the very mention of her despite his ferocious optimism that Irene wouldn’t just die so easily. Miroku was the most accepting of the situation, upsetting as it was, calmly awaiting the day the truth of her fate would be revealed, and Maria…
Maria was both so heartbroken and in denial, she spent most of her days training with Inuyasha- the two venting their anger together as their swords clashed.
They had no idea if Irene was alive or not. Everything pointed to her death, and even though it seemed very possible that Sesshōmaru might have grown to care for Irene… he was still Sesshōmaru. Could he have truly gained enough compassion to be compelled to use tenseiga to revive Irene? Is he even capable of caring for someone other than himself, and does he even have the capacity to care enough to want someone like Irene alive?
A part of me is convinced he doesn’t, but…
Kagome is certain of what she saw that day. If Sesshōmaru had absolutely zero intention of helping Irene, he wouldn’t have brought that dragon. He rarely ever uses it- the last time she saw him riding it, it had been shortly after Sango joined their travel party and when the tōkijin had first been forged. Every encounter after has always been just Sesshōmaru himself and that annoying little imp demon, Jaken.
Why would he bring that two-headed dragon with him to fight Naraku, if not to have Irene escape on it?
He had to know by this point that she was ill. They met in that decrepit castle ages ago, and he protected her then. Kagome still doesn’t entirely understand why he was willing to do so, to protect a human, but Irene said something about a deal they made. Then, to everyone’s surprise, he saved her again after she was abducted in Kagome’s place by the panther demon tribe. Actually, now that she’s thinking about it, Kagome is pretty sure she saw Sesshōmaru rush to Irene’s aid in the middle of the battle against Yukimura, where he fended off some of the undead samurai while Inuyasha carried her to the safety of Kirara’s back after she had fallen off of it.
If he doesn’t have the heart to care for someone… She stared down at the soft drink in her hands, completely blind to the stares her three very concerned friends were giving her across the restaurant booth. Why would he keep going out of his way to help her?
How did Sesshōmaru even know Irene was going to be there? And just who was that little kid? Why was she at Naraku’s castle? Is she traveling with Sesshōmaru? Did Naraku abduct her to lure him there?
Could Sesshōmaru really be raising a human child?
Inuyasha would certainly call Kagome crazy if she voiced this aloud.
I just don’t know what to think anymore.
The girl let out a heavy sigh, feeling as though the weight of the very world was on her shoulders. The idea of Sesshōmaru saving Irene was wild enough, but to actually care about her enough to want her alive? For him to have the compassion needed to wield tenseiga and revive her? It felt so far-fetched.
But maybe not as far-fetched as him raising a human child.
I really hope I didn’t imagine things. She mourned. Irene has a way with getting people to like her, even with those who had once hurt her, so… maybe Sango is right. Maybe Irene got to Sesshōmaru, too, and she’s traveling with him right now. Maybe he’s softened a little.
Just enough to want to save her, anyways.
Inuyasha was the one to first suggest the possibility, but Kagome could tell the idea really bothered him. He had a lot of emotional scars left over from his older brother’s cruel treatment of him, so it makes sense that he doesn’t want to believe that Sesshōmaru could have changed. But for Irene’s well-being… for her to be alive… that cruel demon lord would have had to have a change of heart. Maybe not towards Inuyasha himself, but towards humans.
Poor Inuyasha…
He must be in so much pain right now. He wants Irene alive just as much as the rest of them, but for her to be alive he’ll have to come face-to-face with something that terrifies him. He’ll have to hope for and acknowledge that Sesshōmaru isn’t the ruthless demon he used to be. Otherwise Inuyasha would be completely giving up on Irene, and condemning her to death in his mind. He doesn’t have to forgive Sesshōmaru, and no one in their right mind would ever blame him for refusing to do so, but if Sesshōmaru had a change of heart then for the first time in his life Inuyasha will have to feel gratitude towards his older brother.
And that… must be eating him up inside.
Please be alive, Irene.
Please.
Sesshōmaru, if you’ve gained even the tiniest ounce of compassion since the last time we’ve met… if you have even the barest trace of a heart inside that armored chest of yours… please…
Use it to look after and protect Irene, at least just long enough for them to meet her again.
Kagome let out another heavy sigh, hanging her head. Seeing how utterly depressed she was, Yuka, Eri, and Ayumi all shared a look. The three middle schoolers nodded their heads, having reached the same conclusion, and Kagome all but jumped when Yuka, a young girl with a brown pixie cut and fierce blue eyes, stood and smacked her hands against the tabletop.
“Alright, Kagome!” She exclaimed, frowning at the black-haired teen. “It’s time to fess up! You got in another fight with your boyfriend, didn’t you!?”
“...Huh!?”
Eri nodded in firm agreement, a stern look forming on her face. “Yeah! That psycho did something crazy again, didn’t he!?”
“P-Psycho…? Oh!” Realization dawned on Kagome that they thought she was upset over another fight with Inuyasha. Slowly lowering her large drink to rest on the table, she let out another heavy sigh and shook her head. “No… it’s not him this time. If anything, it’s his older brother that’s bothering me.”
All three girls were so shocked they nearly jumped out of their seats. “His brother!?”
“H-How much older we talking!?” Yuka demanded, leaning forward, propping her body up with her forearms. Her blue gaze was intense. “High school or college!?”
“Uh…” Kagome thought about it, tilting her head. Being a demon, she had absolutely no idea how old Sesshōmaru was, but he did look around the same age as Irene. “College, I think.”
Ayumi gasped, her dark curly hair fluttering over her shoulders as she brought a hand up to her lips. “He must be so mature!”
Yuka and Eri both gave their friend exasperated looks, unsurprised by Ayumi’s innocent take yet baffled all the same. Yuka shook her head and sat back down, picking up a french fry. “Please tell me he isn’t fighting over you with his brother and that one other guy. Poor Hojo isn’t going to stand a chance at this rate.”
“I think Hojo lost his chance a few weeks ago.” Eri lamented, leaning back into her seat with a sigh. She propped a hand up against her chin, tucking a few strands of her short black hair behind her ear and beneath her yellow hairband. “Where do you even meet these guys? You’re always so sick…”
“Yeah…” Kagome smiled nervously, a weak chuckle escaping her lips. Even after all this time, she still hasn’t found a good excuse for how she’s met everyone. She knows that if she tells her friends about the Feudal Era, they wouldn’t believe her. On the off chance they did, they would absolutely lose it and would probably prevent her from going through the well ever again. Not that Inuyasha would accept that, though. “Um, it’s hard to explain. Anyways, more importantly- the older brother isn’t fighting with him or Kōga.”
“Is he as strong as his younger brother?” Yuka asked.
“Oh, he’s strong.” Kagome confirmed. She looked down at her drink, making a face. “Maybe even the stronger of the two. Get them in a room together and let me tell ya, the fur starts flying.”
Eri just hummed, growing more concerned by the second. To her, the more they learned about Kagome’s mysterious boyfriend the more dangerous he seemed. She wanted to say something, as a good friend should, but she didn’t want to hurt her feelings either.
Besides, there was still the matter of the older brother and whatever happened with him. If he was even stronger than Kagome’s boyfriend, what on earth does he do for a living?
Kagome’s future is on a collision course with doom! Yuka thought, terrified for her friend. How often do the brothers fight for her to say something like that? What did he even do to upset her so much? I’ve never seen Kagome so depressed.
Eri began to tap her fingers against the table, before shifting in her seat to fold her arms over her chest. She so badly wanted to ask about it, but at the same time was scared she would just make Kagome feel worse. So, instead, she settled for snatching up her burger and taking a bite, cowering out of saying anything.
Thankfully, Ayumi did not have the same thought process as they did, and when the curly-haired teen began to speak Yuka and Eri jerked, snapping their heads up to look at the boldest one at the table. They then turned to face Kagome, eagerly and very impatiently awaiting whatever Kagome’s response might be. “So if the older brother isn’t fighting over you, what happened with him? What did he do to bother you?”
“It’s a looong story.” Kagome took an equally long sip of her soda. The drink fizzled and bubbled all the way down her throat, and she took that moment to contemplate how to begin. “Basically, it all started when I… made this friend from the United States. She’s around college age, too- like the older brother.”
“Whoa, an American!?” Eri gasped. “Seriously!? What is she like!? Is she blonde?”
Yuka leaned forward, intrigued by this development yet simultaneously worried seeing as, from what they’ve been told, Kagome had a strange habit of getting involved with dangerous people. “Is she violent, too!? Or is she super rude like your boyfriend?”
“Is she patriotic?” Ayumi asked. “I hear Americans are very patriotic.”
“Uh…” Kagome blinked, dumbfounded by their responses. “N-No, I don’t… think she likes her country that much. Also, no! No, no, no.” The middle schooler waved her hands in the air. “Irene is a total sweetie; she wouldn’t hurt a fly!”
Well, not true. Kagome remembers the way the young woman fought against Kagura to defend Kōga, and there was nothing sweet at all about the way she went about it.
“She’s also not a blonde. She has brown hair- a lot like yours, Yuka. Oh! And brown eyes. Her older sister does have auburn hair though. But, anyways, like I was saying- Irene isn’t… violent. It’s just, um… well, you know how I’m sick all the time?” With all the fake diseases her grandfather comes up with, at least. “Irene’s the same, but it’s… because of a very specific condition, and without her medicine she wouldn’t be able to make it through a single day.”
Her friends noticeably softened, immediately taken in by the sad description of Kagome’s new foreign friend. Ayumi looked very distraught as she curled a hand close to her chest. “That’s awful…”
“What’s the condition?” Yuka asked. “Is it some kind of cancer or-?”
“Not… exactly.” Kagome scratched her cheek, worrying her bottom lip. “It doesn’t really sound that serious, but I can promise you it is. Irene has a very severe case of asthma, and she spends most of her days asleep and feverish because of it and how bad it affects her immune system.”
Eri and Ayumi looked at each other, and Yuka lowered her head. “I have a cousin with asthma, but it isn’t anywhere near as bad as that. I can’t imagine living not being able to do anything but sleep the days away.”
“Yeah…”
Irene was always so frustrated by her inability to stay awake or do anything outside of being coddled when they weren’t in a fight. Kagome knows she tries her best not to show it, but it really got to her sometimes. Whenever Irene thought no one was looking, she would always get this really sad look on her face. It made Kagome wish she could do more to help her with her condition other than using her grandpa as an excuse to get her medicine. It always made her feel so guilty whenever Irene tried to heal them, but then got scolded for wasting her strength on their injuries.
“She always does her best, but it takes a lot out of her.” Kagome said, her voice growing quiet. “It’s almost killed her a few times. But… that isn’t really what’s on my mind.”
“What’s bothering you, then?” Ayumi wondered, tilting her head as her friend only grew more depressed.
“Well, a while ago… something happened and she was accused of murder.”
“What!?” Yuka all but screeched. “How’d we go from that to murder!?”
“She didn’t actually kill anyone!” Kagome exclaimed, holding her hands up defensively. “Someone just… pretended to be her and framed her for it and tried to have her executed! But after we cleared the charges and found the real murderer… she was kidnapped.”
Eri looked horrified. “You gotta be joking.”
“That’s terrible.” Ayumi breathed, both of her hands over her mouth, her brown eyes wide as could be. “I-I’m so sorry…”
“A-Are there any leads to where she is or what happened!?” Yuka inquired.
“That’s where it gets worse.” Kagome groaned, leaning forward and propping her head in her hands. “And that’s where the older brother gets involved.”
“Did the older brother kidnap her!?”
“Actually…” Kagome hesitated. She looked up at her friends, then out the window to her right, finding herself at a complete loss as the events at Naraku’s castle once again ran through her mind. “No. He didn’t. Sesshōmaru… saved her.”
Ayumi’s hands slid up to cup her face, absolutely stunned by this information. “The stronger older brother saved her?”
“He found her kidnapper and rescued her?” Eri exclaimed.
Yuka made a face. “What kind of name is “Sesshōmaru”? And how did he find out where she was being held?”
“I don’t really know.” Kagome admitted. “But while he rescued her, and… while I’m grateful for it… it doesn’t make sense why he did. He hates people. He can’t even stand his own brother. They’re always at each other’s throats, and have tried to kill each other on more than one occasion! Sesshōmaru is a total villain! But… But it isn’t the first time he’s helped Irene. He’s saved her before- back when she was separated from her friends and about to be killed, when this… group of people tried to attack her… and, well…”
Kagome couldn’t help but make a face, recalling the incident with the panther demons quite vividly. She was still a little bitter that Irene pushed her down the well, but she appreciated the concern behind the action. It was just frustrating because it led to Irene getting kidnapped and hurt in her stead. Irene was always so weak and ill- Kagome could handle a beating, but Irene…
She almost didn’t didn’t survive it.
“Well, what?” Yuka pressed.
“The time when Irene was kidnapped before,” Kagome stated, gaze totally serious, alarming her friends, “and her kidnappers tried to sacrifice her in this insane ritual to revive their dead father. Sesshōmaru charged straight through their front door and woke her up, not saying a word even after he helped her escape. He just… left after the battle, and that was that.”
“She’s been attacked, ganged up on, and kidnapped twice!?” Ayumi said, her eyes growing wide. “And in one of the kidnappings, she was nearly sacrificed by a cult!? America really is dangerous…”
The three girls all shared a look, and Yuka brought a hand up to her chin with a thoughtful hum. “Maybe I’m overthinking it, but given the evidence… do you think that maybe this older brother likes her?”
Kagome paused, then looked up at her. It felt as if she had been slapped in the face. “Huh?”
“Oooh, yeah!” Ayumi clapped her hands together, the curly-haired brunette looking excited at the very idea of it. “He even went out of her way to find her when she was kidnapped both times! Not to mention he helped her when she was lost, and showed up to protect her when she was in danger! He must have really strong feelings for her if he did all that! Aww, like a white knight in a fairytale! He must be very intelligent, too, being able to find her before anything bad happened…”
Well, Kagome couldn’t argue that- if not for his personality- he could very well come off as a white knight. Silver hair, white clothes, and porcelain skin- forget being human, Sesshōmaru didn’t even look like a demon. He may as well have come from the moon. “I dunno about that. He really isn’t a nice guy, Ayumi.”
“But that just makes it even more obvious!” She argued. “Someone who despises people and constantly fights with his younger brother, consistently going out of his way to save a young woman, and then going out of his way to rescue her when she was kidnapped!? Twice, even!? He must care a lot about her.”
“Well, the first time wasn’t really intentional; I don’t even think he knew she was there until he ran into his brother… but the second time…”
“His brother was there?”
“Y-Yeah! He found out where Irene was taken and had gone to find her, but Sesshōmaru was there, too. He had gotten there first somehow.”
“If the younger brother’s a punk with psychopathic tendencies,” Yuka muttered, leaning to the side to whisper to Eri, “is the older brother the head of a gang?”
“Nah, sounds more like he’d be part of the mafia.”
“You don’t think he runs it, do you?”
“Well, he has to get all this information somewhere. How does he keep tracking down her location so quickly? She’s been kidnapped twice, and he found her both times! Victims are normally lucky if they’re found at all- and that’s if they’re still alive.”
“True…”
“Maybe he’s enemies with a rival organization, and they keep kidnapping her because she’s his weak spot! You never know with Yakuza.”
“You might be onto something, Eri!”
Yuka and Eri only grew more nervous for Kagome, concerned once again as to where and when she meets all these dangerous people. They turned to watch as Kagome sat up, the black-haired beauty dropping her hands to rest on the table. The poor girl looked exhausted, dark circles under her eyes and her normally lovely skin a bit paler than usual.
To her friends, Kagome looked very stressed and very much like she should still be in bed regaining her strength. “It really just doesn’t make any sense for him. I’ve met him a couple times, and he’s actually threatened me! He tried to kill me the first time we met!”
“WHAT!?” All three girls screamed, and the other customers in Wacdonald’s, as well as the employees, gave them looks.
Yuka, Eri, and Ayumi’s faces flushed red and they quietly bowed their heads in apology before sitting back down.
Eri coughed into her first. “This older brother sounds absolutely insane! Did your boyfriend do anything to stop him?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah!” It was actually a rather fond memory for Kagome, despite how scary it had all been. After all, it was the first time Inuyasha ever declared aloud that he was going to protect her. A smile forming on her lips, her cheeks flushed and she hummed, bringing her hands up to cup her face. “He was so brave! He even cut off Sesshōmaru’s left arm to protect me!”
“He… He cut off his brother’s arm?” Yuka gaped.
Kagome realized too late what she just said. She looked up to see her friends staring at her, greatly disturbed.
“That’s… insane.” Yuka leaned towards Eri with another whisper. “The older brother’s definitely gotta be the head honcho of the mafia. No other family would casually go around hacking limbs off each other, right!?”
Eri made a face, nodding slowly in agreement. “If he’s the head honcho, then the boyfriend must be second-in-line. They’re probably rivals.”
“And if they’re rivals, that explains why they can’t be in the same room without trying to kill each other.”
The two girls looked back at Kagome. Eri cleared her throat. “Anyways… this “Sesshōmaru” guy really likes your friend, huh?”
“That’s the thing.” Kagome confessed. “I don’t know. Like I said, he’s absolutely ruthless and totally hates people, but every time Irene is in trouble, he suddenly shows up to help her! He despises his brother, and he knows she’s friends with him, but instead of trying to kill her when they first met he went out of his way to protect her, and has been saving her ever since! I mean… he can’t have suddenly gained feelings for her, could he? He’s not that kind of dem- d-d-dem- uh… He’s such a demon of a man, it doesn’t seem possible!”
Smooth. Hopefully they didn’t notice.
All of a sudden, there was a crash near the soft drinks section of the restaurant, and everyone jumped. Kagome snapped her head up to see a young girl dressed in their school uniform bowing her head in apology, a couple guys surrounding her and scolding her for making such a mess.
I don’t… recognize her. Kagome realized, watching closely as she stood back up. But why… does she seem so familiar?
The girl had very long dark chocolate brown hair, pulled back into low pigtails. Two thick strands fell to frame either side of her face, and her straight fringe was parted in the middle. Her sharp brown eyes were striking, and for a split second Kagome could have sworn they met her own.
“Who is that?” Kagome asked, and Eri and Yuka paused.
Ayumi tilted her head, glancing at the stranger before turning back to Kagome. “You don’t know? That’s Hinami Saito. She’s part of the arts club!”
“She’s a total weirdo, though.” Eri said, leaning back in her seat. She picked up a fry. “She doesn’t have any friends, always eats lunch alone, and doesn’t really talk to anyone. But her nose is always shoved in some creepy book.”
“Creepy book?”
“Yeah, you know; about old myths and stuff.”
Yuka leaned forward, whispering, “I actually caught her reading about demons the other day. Can you believe that?”
Now that’s a red flag for Kagome. She’s been through enough to know by now that any mention of a demon probably meant there was one involved. That said, books on mythology did often have talk of demons, so maybe it was actually nothing this time. “How long has she been going to our school? Wait- Saito?” Kagome looked at Yuka, Eri, and Ayumi. “Is she related to that boy who’s been helping out at my family’s shrine?”
“Who, Ren?” Eri looked surprised at the question. “Yeah. She’s his younger half-sister. Unlike him, she’s full Japanese.”
Ayumi let out a blissful sigh, pressing a hand to her cheek again. “Isn’t Ren so dashing, though? He’s no Hojo, but he’s still a hottie.”
“I won’t argue there.” Yuka laughed. “But he’s a bit too much of a bad boy for me. And I mean that affectionately.”
“I dunno.” Eri grinned. “I thought he was quite the gentleman when he came to pick up his sister from school the other day. I had been rushing and dropped my things, and he helped me pick them up.”
Ayumi gasped excitedly. “Do you think he likes you?”
“Aw, come off it! Although… if he wanted to ask me on a date…”
Yuka laughed at Eri’s bashful yet mischievous smile as she playfully flipped her hair over her shoulder.
“Well, y’know. I wouldn’t refuse.”
Kagome vaguely remembers her grandfather calling Ren Saito- or, perhaps, Ren Kururugi- a troublemaker, but he didn’t actually seem that bad. Just a little weird, and now that she thinks about it again it was really suspicious that he’s been helping her family out all this time and she was the only one who didn’t know anything about him. “Ren and Hinami Saito, huh…?”
“They live at the Kururugi Shrine.” Ayumi helpfully supplied. Kagome blinked. “They throw a yearly festival where Hinami dresses up and performs a Kagura dance. Her mom was the one who performed it a couple years ago, but recently she’s been taking over. When I last went, I saw Hinami wearing this really spooky mask! I think it’s supposed to represent the god they worship?”
Yuka turned to Ayumi. “Yeah, hey- what kind of god was it again?”
“Um…” Ayumi paused, thinking about. “You know, I’m not really sure. A god of good fortune, maybe? I’ve only been to it once, so I don’t really remember well.”
“Seriously?”
“It was a beautiful dance, though.” Ayumi sighed, a soft smile playing on her lips as she closed her eyes, clearly thinking back on the memory. “Mid-dance, all these butterflies seemed to come out of nowhere… as if wanting to join her in the performance. Even the wind itself seemed to participate, making it so the fall leaves were dancing in the air around us. Ah, it was truly magical, Kagome. I wish you could’ve seen it. I know I’ll never forget that day.”
Okay, yeah, no, Kagome can’t just ignore this anymore.
“You’ll never forget the dance, but you’ll forget who they worship, huh.” Yuka deadpanned.
Ayumi giggled bashfully. “Sorry. But hey! There should be another dance this October. Maybe we can all go together!”
Eri sighed heavily. “Yeah, maybe. Now- back to the main topic; I hope you figure things out with your boyfriend soon, Kagome. And as for that older brother of his- it really does sound like he’s crushing on that American friend of yours.”
“I guess so.” Kagome mused, propping her chin up with her hand. “But that doesn’t explain the little girl I saw with him.”
“Wait, now there’s a kid involved!?” Yuka was greatly alarmed. “He’s a dad!?”
Ayumi inhaled sharply, her eyes sparkling as her face lit up. “Could it be-!? A secret love child between the older brother and the sickly friend!?”
“Uh…” Kagome was dumbfounded. Yuka and Eri gave Ayumi baffled looks. “No. She definitely did not have any kids with him. But the little girl is connected to the older brother somehow.”
“She must be his child! Oh, how young was he when he had her? He’s college age, right? It must be tough being a single dad…” Ayumi looked sympathetic. “Maybe if she can get a bit healthier, she can help him look after her!” A smile crossed her lips, and she sat up straight, practically beaming at Kagome. “Maybe they could even get married! They’re the same age, right? And if he loves her so much he constantly went out of his way to rescue her, then maybe they’ll have more kids some day!”
At that, Kagome had to shoot her down. She held a hand up, giving Ayumi a disturbed look. “Yeah, no. Sesshōmaru would never.”
“Even if she wanted to have a child with him?” Ayumi pouted.
“Uh… I don’t… think they’re even in that kind of relationship to begin with.” That was a mental image Kagome definitely did not need. But, then again, Irene did seem to really like Sesshōmaru. Kagome couldn’t deny that. It was just Sesshōmaru himself that was the problem. “She likes him, but he’s… not the kind of person to fall for others.”
“But he sounds as if he’s head over heels for her.” Yuka pointed out. “Forget whether or not he might be the head of a mafia group- if he saved her from being killed, helped her when she was just lost, rescued her from… what? Being mobbed? And then found her each time she was kidnapped, despite never going out of his way for anyone and despite being a total villain like you said, then clearly there’s something there. He has to feel something to let himself go out of his way for her. Right?”
Kagome was stunned. “Uh… I mean… yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”
Huh.
Kagome picked up her soda and took another long sip, furrowing her brows as she thought about this.
Could Sesshōmaru really have feelings for Irene?
Maybe.
If he truly went out of his way to rescue her from Naraku’s clutches, then Yuka, Ayumi, and Eri were right- something was there. If he went out of his way to use even the tenseiga which he hates so much to bring her back to life, then… Sesshōmaru truly must care for her.
But Irene isn’t from the Feudal Era. She was just like Kagome, hailing from a time far in the future. After Anastasia is defeated… she’ll probably be separated from him. They’ll never meet again.
Kagome might not ever see Irene again, either.
Not unless she finds me in her time, and that’s…
That’s assuming Kagome doesn’t have to make a choice to stop traveling between eras herself.
“I just hope we see her again soon.” She sighed, hanging her head dejectedly. “The last time anyone saw her was when Sesshōmaru saved her from her kidnappers. Since she left with him, no one’s seen her. He’s the only one who could keep her alive at this point, but with how he is… who knows?”
Yuka and Eri were utterly convinced now that this older brother of Kagome’s supposedly bad boy boyfriend was the leader of a criminal organization, and they could only imagine what it must have looked like as this “Sesshōmaru” rescued the young woman from her kidnappers, before stealing her away for himself so her life would no longer be threatened. But Ayumi, on the other hand, was utterly enamored by the visual in her mind, giggling and smiling to herself as she imagined a dashing man in white bravely rescuing his lover.
“Kagome…” The girl blinked and looked up, sweat beading nervously down her cheek when she saw the concerned stare Eri was giving her.
Yuka frowned. “Tell us as soon as you find out what’s happened, okay? This sounds serious! He saved her from her kidnappers, just to kidnap her himself!? He’s worse than a psycho!”
“Total villain was right.” Eri huffed, referencing Kagome’s earlier description. “That poor woman deserves better than to be held hostage by the man she likes.”
Ayumi laughed and waved a hand at the two girls. “Aw, you guys are over thinking it! Isn’t it obvious what happened?”
Yuka, Eri, and Kagome all blinked, staring at the curly-haired, innocently smiling Ayumi.
She held a finger up knowingly. “They eloped!”
Kagome’s forehead never hit the tabletop so hard in her life. She all but shot up onto her feet, slamming her hands down on the wood as she shrieked, “They’re not together! Sesshōmaru would never love a human!”
“What?” The three girls all looked startled by Kagome’s declaration, and Yuka made a face. “What do you mean by “human”? He’s human, too.”
“Uh, wh-what I mean is-” Crap. She messed up. “H-He thinks himself above other people, so… naturally, he doesn’t view himself as human? Haha…”
Eri cringed. “Ew, he has a god complex, too? That poor lady. Her taste in men sucks.”
Kagome’s soul nearly left her body in relief, and she slumped back into her seat, head leaning to the side. She was just about to ask to change the subject when she saw the strange girl from before seated at a table near theirs. To make matters worse, Hinami Saito was staring directly at her, not a hint of emotion on her face. Kagome felt a small chill go down her spine, something about that sharp and intense gaze hauntingly familiar.
First Ren, now Hinami…
Kagome can’t deny they’re siblings when they’ve both managed to freak her out.
…
I grimaced, plucking another arrow of a tree.
It’s been a while since I was finally able to start tying my hair back, Sesshōmaru surprising me with a hair ribbon, so I’ve been able to concentrate more easily without getting distracted by the growing strands tickling my neck. It was just frustrating that I wasn’t making much progress in my archery. Every time we stopped traveling to camp, I’ve been going out of my way to practice whenever Rin and I didn’t need to forage for food. But while my aim was getting better, I still couldn’t shoot a living target for the life of me. I tried hunting a rabbit once, and then a deer, but both times ended in utter failure.
“I’m not getting the hang of this at all.” I sighed, very upset with myself. I had been so sure that I’ve finally started making progress, and yet Rin and I can’t eat any kind of meat unless it’s fish or unless we can sweet talk Jaken into hunting for us. I’m pretty sure I’ve actually been losing weight because of it and just how little we’re actually able to eat. Breakfast was always no more than edible plant roots and berries. “Kagome… I wish you were here…”
She could give me pointers or tips or something. I should have asked her how long it took before she got good at shooting a bow.
Tucking the arrow in the quiver and sliding the bow over my shoulder, I began to stretch my arms, wincing a little as my muscles ached. They’ve been getting a lot more used to the exercise since I was shooting frequently, but it still hurt sometimes since I liked to try and do a little more each time.
Looking up at the sky, I took note of how low the sun was getting. “I should probably get back to camp…”
Sesshōmaru had vanished for a couple days, so it was just me, Rin, and Jaken with Ah-Un. It was more dangerous without Sesshōmaru here to ward away most demons with his presence, but Jaken and I have managed to keep Rin safe so far. I killed a bug demon that tried to sneak up on her, and over the past few days we’ve wandered a little bit from our original campsite… and ended up particularly close to some wild demons. Jaken and I burned alive quite a few bird demons earlier today that attempted to swarm us.
They were hideous beasts- resembling vultures in appearance, but much larger, twice the size of a normal one and larger than a grown human. If not for that, and the abnormal amount of eyes they had, one could have been easily mistaken and taken by surprise moments before being killed. I still remember the way they opened their beaks, rows of sharp teeth greeting us just before the demons were enveloped in flame.
I couldn’t help but shudder at the memory, rubbing my arms and hugging myself tight. That had been awful… I never wanted to see another one of those vulture demons again.
Thankfully, according to Jaken, vulture demons only attack when they outnumber their prey. Given how many we killed, the rest of their flock will probably be too scared to approach. As long as we stick together and don’t wander too far away from one another, we should be safe.
“Kyaaaaa!”
Wait, what!?
I took off running immediately, feet pounding against the dirt as I hurried through the woods as fast as I could. “Rin! Rin, what happened!?”
“Big Sisteeeer!”
Bursting out from the trees and stumbling through the bushes, I looked up in horror to see Rin thrashing her legs as she was carried into the air. A vulture demon had snatched her small form up with its talons, and was currently trying to avoid Jaken as he shrieked bloody murder, the imp doing his damndest to blast it with flames from his two-headed staff.
Rin only screamed louder when the flames nearly nicked her feet, tears welling up in her eyes. “M-Master Jaken, heeeeelp!”
“I’m trying! Lord Sesshōmaru will have my head if anything happens to you!”
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Not having a better idea, I rushed over to Ah-Un, practically ripping the muzzles off their faces in my panic. “Go!”
On command, the dragon took off, flying towards the vulture demon at full speed. As they did so, Un opened its mouth and an orb of light began to form on its tongue, and once it grew large enough to fill the entire mouth it reeled its head back and blasted it at the fiend. The orb tore through the left wing, and as the vulture was sent falling through the air it lost its grip on Rin.
She screamed louder, seeing the ground grow closer and closer at a rapid pace, but before the worst could happen Ah and Un swept in to catch her.
The child let out a painful grunt as she hit the saddle, and only sniffled and looked up once she had regained her bearings. “Th-Thank you, Ah-Un!”
The two-headed dragon just roared and made a grunt of acknowledgement.
I let out a sigh of relief, pressing a hand to my chest. “That was too close…”
“You’re telling me.” Jaken huffed, slumping over as he held onto his staff for balance. Sweat beaded down his face, the imp demon appearing very stressed. “I was this close to being killed by Lord Sesshōmaru.”
I sent him a dirty look. “That’s what you’re worried about? Rin was nearly eaten!”
“Of course! Like I’d care about some human child.”
Gods, I have half a mind to kick him. “You’re such a jerk! And what the heck even happened here!? I thought you said they only attacked in big numbers? That demon was clearly outnumbered by us!”
“That’s because they do only attack in big numbers!” Jaken exclaimed, his beady yellow eyes narrowing in a glare. He waved a claw at me, stressed by the battle and furious by my accusation. “Don’t doubt my knowledge! What would a mortal woman like you know about demons like myself!? If a vulture demon like that one attacked, then that means it has others lying in wait! We need to get out of here now before they show up!”
“Hmph.” I turned my nose up at him. “My name’s Irene. And- hey, Rin!” I looked up at the little girl, calling out to her with a hand cupped over my mouth to amplify my voice. “We need to take Ah-Un and go! Jaken says it’s too dangerous to stay here!”
She nodded her head. “Okay!”
Rin grabbed hold of the dragon demon’s reins and flicked them, and Ah-Un began to obediently fly back down to the ground. Jaken scrambled up onto the saddle, and Rin kindly helped pull him up before turning to me.
“Hurry, Big Sister!”
“On it!” I was already running over, and with a jump I launched myself up onto the saddle. With me dangling halfway on its back, Ah-Un started to take off into the skies, sensing the urgency of the situation and recognizing that we couldn’t sit idly. “Gah!”
I almost slipped trying to pull myself up, but Rin was there to grab my sleeve and help tug me into the seat. I let out a breath of relief, and looked down nervously at the ground before us as it grew farther and farther away from us.
“Think we’ll be okay without Sesshōmaru?” I asked, not really directing the question at anyone in particular. “How many friends do you think the demons have?”
“Too many.” Jaken huffed. “But we’ll be fine as long as we get out of here. Just sit still with Rin and leave it to me. I’ll burn them all with my Staff of Two Heads!”
I raised my brows and sent him a look. “You seriously think you can take them all without my help? Remind me who helped you kill half the horde earlier this morning?”
“Oh, be quiet!”
“What? I’m just saying.”
Jaken glared at me. “In case you haven’t realized, when Lord Sesshōmaru is not here it is up to me to protect you two! Because, for some reason, he gives a hoot about you humans! And if anything happens to either of you, it’ll be my head! So sit quietly next to Rin and let me protect you!”
“...Aw, you want to protect me?” A sarcastic smile curled up my lips, my voice sickeningly sweet, and I pressed a hand to my chest. “Jaken, I didn’t realize you cared so much!”
“I don’t!” He shrieked, and I blinked in surprise when he turned his head away, the imp refusing to meet my eyes. “I’m just doing this for Lord Sesshōmaru!”
Wait, why was that so… Inuyasha… of him?
“I don’t care about either of you. Not at all. You’re just bothersome.”
Am I imagining things, or is Jaken actually fond of us and refusing to admit it? “Well, shucks. That’s a shame. Here I thought we were friends.”
His eyes snapped wide open as he whipped his head around to stare at me, acting horrified by the very notion. “What!?”
Suddenly, Rin let out a shout. I quickly turned to see what was wrong, but she was looking above me with fearful eyes. “Big Sister, look out!”
“Huh?”
“Screeeeee!”
Before I knew what had happened, a demonic cry rang out- and then Ah-Un was suddenly far below me, a pair of sharp talons digging into my shoulders and carrying me high into the sky. A scream instantly tore through my lips, my legs kicking and thrashing instinctively upon loosing their footholds. All I could see below me were the trees and the faint image of the group being left behind. To my alarm, I had been snatched up by a vulture demon… and I had absolutely no safe way down if I escaped its grasp.
“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods- no! No, no, no!”
This isn’t happening. I refuse to acknowledge that this is happening.
“Nooooo! Gaaah!”
A blast of light flew our way, courtesy Ah-Un. The vulture demon easily dodged it, and I only shrieked louder as my body was forced to be swung along with it. Another blast came this way, and I could see Rin bravely guiding Ah and Un to try and help. “Big Sister! Just hang on!”
“There’s nothing to hang onto! I’m just hanging!” This is so scary. I don’t want to be here. Please, don’t let me be here. Oh gods. “Go! Get out of here! I-I’ll be fine!”
“No! I won’t leave you!”
“Rin-!” This is so not the time to argue and be rebellious, my sweet summer child. “Just go!”
Ah opened its mouth in preparation of another blast, but before it could send it flying two more demon vultures suddenly swooped in. One tried to claw at the dragon’s face, while the other dove into the side of the beast, knocking it sideways and sending Rin and Jaken falling off the saddle. The pair screamed, and I could see Jaken lose his grip on the Staff of Two heads as they plummeted to their doom.
Horror and alarm crashed over me like a tidal way. “Riiiiin! Jakeeen!”
Damn it, no! Oh my gods. No. They can’t die!
“Ah-Un!” Left hand firmly grasping onto the vulture demon’s leg, I threw my right hand out, pointing my palm in the direction of the dragon even as the beast carried me farther away. A ball of red flame began to form in my hand, flickering to life faster than I’ve ever summoned it. “Save them!”
I hurled the fireball at the two vulture demons attacking Ah-Un, and upon making impact all three demons became immersed in the flame, the red fire flashing orange and then blue as it grew hotter in intensity. Ah-Un was the only one unharmed by the Shikigami power despite having also been engulfed in the flames, and as a result they thrashed, snapping at the vulture demons as they burned alive.
Once Ah and Un had been freed of their attackers, they dove down at full speed to try and catch their wards, Rin and Jaken still falling through the air.
By some miracle of luck, Un snatched Rin by her kimono with its teeth while Jaken was caught by one of Ah’s claws, but the vulture demon that was carrying me had flown so far there was no way they could catch back up after getting Rin and Jaken to somewhere safe. I was on my own.
But that was for the better.
Even if it meant several more vulture demons flying at me, smaller in size but just as hideous. I yelped and screamed as they tried to peck at me, barely protecting my exposed face and throat with my arms. It was a good thing Sesshōmaru had the foresight to give me protective armor rather than a regular kimono, because that was the only thing keeping me from being ripped apart and having my flesh torn from my body.
My feet weren’t that lucky though, and I actually had to engulf my legs in flame to protect myself, kicking a young vulture demon in the face and knocking it back with a terrified squeal. “Get off’a me!”
Flames crackled into existence, spreading along my form and wrapping me in its warmth. The fire didn’t hurt me, however, and only burned the demons attacking me. They cawed and screeched as they flapped their wings, and the vulture demon that was carrying me ended up releasing me in its shock upon feeling the scorching heat of the fuming Shikigami.
As soon as its talons let go of me, I began to hurtle through the air, a scream born of complete and unadulterated fear ripping out of my throat. Wind rushed by me at a horrific speed, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I splattered against the earth.
The trees were growing closer and closer, and I had absolutely no way to stop my fall.
I shrieked, desperate and very, very, very afraid, “Shikigami! Shikigami! Shikigamiiiii! Help meeeeee! Please!”
From below me a pentagram began to appear, a burst of blue flames forming a circle and completing itself with a star. Flying out of it came an eagle, much larger than I ever remembered it being, and I continued to scream as I went falling down towards it.
Thankfully, the eagle swooped in to catch me just before my death could be met, and I flopped against the fiery feathers on its back, wheezing and gasping and shaking. A sense of deja vu hit me, but I was so panicked by the situation at hand I couldn’t bother thinking about why this felt so familiar. Heart pounding, I barely latched onto the fiery eagle in time as it dove upwards to avoid an attack by the enormous vulture-like demon, who was being followed by its many young, and I ducked my head with my eyes squeezed shut to dodge the blades of wind that came flying at me from a few of their wings.
I-I can’t do this! Not on my own. I-Inuyasha, Sango, Miroku, Kagome!
There’s just too many of them.
Shippō, Kirara…
If there was ever a time I truly needed my friends, now would be it.
No, stay calm. I can’t panic. I need to breathe. “H-Higher! Circle around them! A-And thanks for the catch!”
The eagle glanced at me from over its shoulder, sharp eyes flickering with amusement, before it did as asked, rising as high as it could in the air before flying circles around the beasts. Latching my legs firmly on either of the eagle’s sides, I shakily took hold of my bow and notched an arrow. It was even harder than usual trying to aim when we were still flying, and it only grew worse when the vulture demon began to chase us, making it so I had to aim behind me.
I-I can do this!
I have to do this. I can only rely on the spirits right now.
No one’s coming to save me, so…
I have to save myself, with the power that’s been given to me.
Keeping the bowstring drawn back, I narrowed my eyes, my heart pounding rapidly inside my chest. Red flames flickered to life along the projectile, dancing about with little embers fluttering in the air around it. I could feel my hair whipping about and hitting me in the face. “Come on… come on…!”
Trembling, I released the bowstring and let the arrow fly.
I watched as it soared through the air, heading towards its target. The adrenaline was rushing through me, and I found my hope growing stronger and stronger the closer it got.
And then, finally… “No! Oh, are you kidding me!?”
It had completely missed.
When I drew back a second arrow and shot it, the large vulture demon easily dodged it. It almost hit one of the younglings, but otherwise soared pathetically through their flock. My hopes and confidence were completely dashed, and my heart had dropped heavily into my stomach, fear taking root once more- but this time with a dash of frustration on the side. I almost wanted to cry. “Just stay still, would you!?”
No sooner had I said that was there a loud screech from up ahead. Having been facing behind me, I had to whip around to see what was happening, and was greeted with the horrible sight of another large vulture demon flying our way, accompanied by even more young, effectively trapping us in a pincer attack as they chased us on both sides.
I think I would have rather stared Naraku right in the face again than be in this situation right now. At least I wanted to fight him, even though I knew it would probably kill me. “Down!”
Damn it.
Jaken did say vulture demons didn’t feel comfortable attacking unless they outnumbered their prey, but this was utterly ridiculous. I had tried to talk myself up to it, but there really was just no way I could take them all out on my own. It made me wonder how I handled all the demons back in Naraku’s castle, especially considering what state I was in then. I was completely out of my league.
Without the help of my friends… was I really any good in a fight?
“Up, up!” I fumbled to grab another arrow, pointing it upwards, my aim shaking a little as the adrenaline got to me. I wasn’t sure which demon to shoot, and they were moving so fast, swirling around one another, it looked like they were making doubles of each other. I couldn’t tell the leaders from the young. “Huh!? Uh…”
Damn it. I can’t think over my own heartbeat or the sound of the wind rushing past me. The way they’re swirling makes it seem like they’re about to come at me with a massive attack. One that would probably kill me and get rid of the eagle spirit I had summoned.
I paled, feeling like I had finally met my end. “This… isn’t good.”
Is this it? Is this really all I’m capable of? Even if I was able to make a choice and stayed in the Feudal Era to help my friends, would I even be of any help? I can’t even kill these demons on my own.
“Irene.”
Wait, that voice!
“Ask of me what you will.”
Aw, hell, here we go. I don’t think I’ve asked this particular spirit for help since that incident with Miroku and the mansion in the woods. “I-If you’re sure! Please…!”
I took a deep breath, and as the eagle rose upwards, diving high to avoid being hit by the cyclone of enemies, I tried to build up some courage and drew back the arrow, aiming more confidently with the hope that it didn’t necessarily need to be accurate. If this didn’t work, I really was going to die.
From the tip of the arrow, a large red orb of light began to form. It flickered orange and yellow, and from around me the wind began to circulate, an enormous blue spirit beginning to take form. The flames morphed and shifted until a large mouth full of sharp teeth could be seen, a pair of bright red eyes glowing from within the dark blue flames.
The dragon took the orb into its mouth, and with a nervous bead of sweat trailing down my forehead I set the arrow free.
“Tear them to shreds!”
What happened next occurred in a matter of seconds.
The fiery blue spirit shot forward with a deafening roar, flying with remarkable speed, and I could feel an alarming amount of strength get sapped from my body as it headed towards the vortex of doubling vulture demons. It was impossible to count just how many clones they had created, or just how many demons were actually there, but as the dragon flew the arrow began to crackle with lightning and with flame, the physical and spiritual elements combining together in a dangerous and most deadly attack.
With one more loud and bone-chilling roar, the dragon and the arrow made contact with the vortex of doubles that the group of demons had created, and from the spot they met erupted a massive explosion. Scorching blue and white flames seemed to swallow the entire vortex, and the vulture demons let out blood curdling cries as they were electrocuted and burned, being sent flying backwards, separated from one another, as their feathers and flesh burned and melted.
It was a hideous sight, and the majority of them quickly crumbled apart. One of the larger vulture demons was just barely clinging to life, flapping its wings with all it had, rage contorting its features as its many eyes lit up with a furious crimson glow.
As the sole survivor of the massacre, it was determined to kill me now.
Unfortunately for me, summoning the dragon took a lot of my strength. By the time it vanished I had already grown weak, my head becoming heavy as the world around me spun and blurred. The concentration I needed to keep the eagle materialized wasn’t there anymore, and I soon found myself free falling once more, the wind heavy against my back as I struggled to grab another arrow.
If I can… just get one hit in…
Just one…
The vulture demon was diving right towards me. I could see it opening its mouth wide open, sharp teeth preparing to take a huge bite out of me once it was able to get close enough.
Come on…
It was incredibly difficult to keep hold of the arrow. I was so weak I could barely even get the arrowhead to light up with Shikigami power. But I forced myself to keep going, and so I did, and in a burst of frustration and fear, I drew the arrow back and let it loose with a determined cry,
“Just die already!”
The arrow soared through the air, and the demon had dove down too hard and fast to try and avoid it. I watched with teary eyes as it pierced its face, the projectile ripping through its skull as the flames enveloped its already badly damaged body.
In a matter of seconds the demon disintegrated, and I was left alone to hurtle through the air.
I dazedly wondered if I should even bother to scream. If anyone would hear me if I did so. After a split-second of contemplation, I decided against it. Ah-Un had rescued and taken Rin and Jaken somewhere safe, and Sesshōmaru has been gone for days. My friends and sister were who-knows-where. I lacked the strength to summon any spirits that could possibly catch me.
I was alone.
At least I finally hit something… It wasn’t exactly how I wanted it to go and it only worked because the demon was diving right at me, but I finally shot a moving target with one of my arrows. I wonder if I’ll see that man again.
It would be nice if I could become friends with Inuyasha and Sesshōmaru’s father in the afterlife.
I should ask him his name this time…
It’s a little humiliating that I was going to die like this, especially after how Sesshōmaru went out of his way to revive me, but things were what they were. At least the last time I saw him we were on amiable terms. I won’t be having any regrets this time.
Well, maybe just one…
But perhaps I should just accept it. At least Anastasia won’t get my soul this way.
I closed my eyes.
No sooner had I done so did a strange sound began to reach my ears. It was a sound I’ve never heard before, high-pitch yet… buzzing. Hair whipping past my face, I snapped my eyes open and turned to look to my left, hearing it grow closer at an alarming speed, only to screech when I caught sight of a giant orb of light flying right at me.
It was all I could do to hold my arms up protectively to try and shield my face, wondering if this was how I was going to die- burned or disintegrated instead of splattering against the ground- yet as the ball of light collided into me…
An arm coiled around my waist and pulled me forward, grabbing hold of my mobokama’s ribbon and snatching me from the air. A yelp escaped my lips, and I grunted when I found myself getting a facefull of startling soft fur. The fall itself seemed to have been abruptly stopped, and if not for the racing of my heart and the adrenaline pumping through my veins, I might have thought I was never falling to begin with.
I could feel my legs dangling, my heart pounding. As the world continued to be in a daze, I found myself slowly coming to my senses.
I’m not… dead?
Pulling my face out of the fur with a bit of a wheeze, I looked to the left and saw I was hovering in midair, floating way too high above the ground. Suddenly, the hand on my waist pulled me closer- and I jolted, snapping my gaze up to see a pair of familiar golden eyes staring down at me.
“S-Sesshōmaru!?”
Never have I been so shocked to see him.
Though I was still breathing a bit heavily, my lips curled back in a shaky, relieved smile, and in that relief all my strength seemed to leave me as I fell forward and slumped against him, arms resting loosely around his shoulders. My left hand was just barely holding onto the bow, while my quiver had fallen down to hang from my right arm. A weak laugh escaped me, coupled with a barely strangled sob.
I had been so scared.
Fighting that many demons on my own; I didn’t like it one bit.
“I-I can’t… I can’t believe you actually…” I ended up choking a little, still trembling from the rush, and I buried my face in his fur. My arms coiled around his shoulders in a slight hug. “I thought I was gonna die again!”
I didn’t think anyone would come for me.
“Th-Thank you…”
Sesshōmaru didn’t respond at first. He simply stared down at me, his gaze boring into my skull. If I were in my right mind, I might have apologized for clinging to him like this- but I was a mess and we were still at least thirty feet in the air. When Sesshōmaru finally spoke, he was surprisingly calm, and I couldn’t hear even a bit of annoyance in his tone. “Your aim has improved.”
“What? Oh…” He saw that, huh? “Hehe…”
Another weak chuckle fell from my lips, and I turned my head, my eyes closed as I grinned at him. I felt incredibly dazed and weak, but Sesshōmaru’s presence was deeply comforting- and his body was surprisingly warm. It was almost ridiculous just how safe I felt now that he was here, now that he had saved me, now that I wasn’t alone. I truly wasn’t expecting a rescue. But that just goes to show that Sesshōmaru always had a way of surprising me.
Like how even though his boa gave off the strong smell of dog fur, he himself smelled like the forest.
Maybe it was weird, but I liked it.
I nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck, left ear tickled by the fur boa the demon lord was wearing. “I did my best!”
The dragon spirit really saved my hide back there, but summoning him was exhausting and also extremely risky. It felt a little more draining than last time, though that may be due to the fact that I used him as an offensive spirit rather than a supporting one this time. I would have to save him as a last resort when it came to using him as an attack.
A thought then came to me. I looked at Sesshōmaru curiously, trying not to focus too much on how close his face was to mine. If I gazed closely enough, I could see specs of blue in his brilliant amber eyes. “H-How’d you know where I was? O-Or that I was in trouble? We had totally moved camp…”
“Your scent is easy to follow.” He stated bluntly, and I had to resist the urge to make a face, wondering if that should be taken as an insult. “Rin and Jaken were being chased by more of those vermin when I found them, and you were not with them. It is as simple as that.”
“…Rin told you I was in trouble, didn’t she?”
He narrowed his eyes at me. I just laughed and flashed him a lazy grin, leaning in to steal another hug while I still could. His long hair was very silky and soft as it brushed against my fingers.
“Thank you, thank you! I appreciate it.”
It was honestly a surprise that he didn’t try to drop me for such an audacious act, given his dislike of humans, but maybe it was because it would make the effort he put in to catch me utterly pointless. Either way, I was grateful, and I was going to bask in this moment for as long as I could.
I wanted to live just a little bit longer in the fantasy that Sesshōmaru could possibly care about me, and the fact that he had come to save me when I had been so certain that no one would had left my heart positively soaring with delight.
…
Kagome could hardly believe how exhausted she was.
She was so distracted by that one girl’s blatant staring that she couldn’t focus on the homework at all. It took everything she had just to write down a physical copy of all her friends’ notes. When it was time to finally leave the restaurant and go their separate ways, the middle schooler couldn’t help but hang her head.
“I’m totally screwed.” She whimpered, dreading the questions on her test that she would never be able to pass. “I don’t understand anything… not a single word…”
Kagome is going to be in serious trouble if she has to repeat the year.
Forget finding the jewel shards, I’m not gonna be able to get into high school!
Her friends will move up a year without her, and she’ll be the laughing stock of the whole school.
Oh, why was she the one who had to break the jewel? She should’ve taken archery lessons when she was kid; then she wouldn’t have had to rely on that demon crow’s foot to hit the target, and then the jewel wouldn’t have shattered! If the jewel hadn’t shattered, she wouldn’t have to jump back and forth between eras so often to find the shards, and she wouldn’t be failing her classes.
What a mess this all is. Kagome had the worst luck.
Her feet were dragging behind her as she walked. The time it took to get home felt like an eternity, and the shrine steps seemed so long and daunting. Kagome looked up at them miserably. “Just what am I to do…?”
She wasn’t able to ponder on it for very long.
A soft voice rang out, singing a tune that the middle schooler thought she would never have to hear again. It was a tune that made her freeze before she could take a single step up the staircase.
“Kagome, Kagome~!”
And, oh, how she despised it.
“You are no more~ than a bird in a cage.”
It was coming from right behind her.
Kagome closed her eyes, her brows knitting together as bad memories came flooding back to her mind. She spent so many years repressing those memories of her childhood, where the kids in her class would bully her for her unique name using that old nursery rhyme. Taking a deep breath, Kagome balled her trembling hands into fists and listened as a pair of footsteps walked quietly towards her from behind.
“The crane and the turtle’s~ gonna slip and fall.”
The footsteps stopped. Kagome felt her strength and anger leave her, instead becoming replaced with a tiredness. She could hardly believe she was getting so worked up over a stupid child’s game, especially after everything she’s been through. It was nothing compared to having her life threatened nearly every day.
“Who is behind you~?” The unfamiliar voice asked. The person, a girl, was speaking right next to her ear. “Are they big or small~?”
Opening her eyes, Kagome stared at the concrete, before focusing. In her mind, she saw a visage of dark chocolate hair and sharp brown eyes. “It’s you. The girl from earlier. Hinami Saito.”
Kagome finally turned her head.
To her disdain, Kagome saw that she was right. Just like before when she was a kid and was trapped in a circle of children, she always somehow knew who exactly it was behind her.
Hinami Saito, the strange brunette, stared at Kagome without even a hint of surprise or remorse on her face.
Kagome frowned. It was undeniable the song had put her in a bad mood. “What do you want?”
Silence was all that greeted her as Hinami regarded her coolly, her brown eyes observing the black-haired teen closely. She seemed to be contemplating her choice of her words, before outright deciding to say, “Kagome, Kagome. A strange song, isn’t it? The Kagome in the song is referred to as the cage that the bird is trapped in. But has anyone ever wondered why the bird is in the cage?”
“Isn’t it just because people like having birds as pets?” Kagome retorted, a hint of bitterness in her tone. “Pet birds are often put in cages.”
A cruel fate for such a lovely creature, if you ask her. Birds were meant to fly- not be restrained.
Hinami hummed, and to Kagome’s surprise she actually seemed amused by her answer. “Perhaps. But where did the bird come from? What kind of bird is it? Who put it in the cage? Does it even want to be there?”
“I doubt it.” Honestly, where was this conversation going? Kagome turned around to face Hinami properly, expression hardening into a slight glare. “The bird probably resents being put in the cage in the first place.”
Hinami closed her eyes, nodding slowly in acknowledgement, and lifted her head up to stare at the sky. “Kagome, Kagome… Kagome is a cage. What would you do if you were also a cage for something, Kagome?”
What?
Lowering her gaze, Hinami’s intense brown stare focused on the black-haired girl once more, and Kagome found her breath hitching in her throat, a chill of sorts going down her spine. Something in those eyes of hers- Hinami looked as if she knew something. “What would you do… if that something resented you?”
Kagome took a step back. Her instincts were screaming at her. The fact that she was speaking in riddles only made the churning in her gut worse. “Wh… What are you talking about?”
“I wonder.”
Kagome practically jumped to the side to avoid the unnerving girl as she started to walk by her, Hinami slowly making her way up the steps to the shrine. It was then that Kagome realized the girl wasn’t dressed in her uniform anymore- she was dressed in priestess attire.
More specifically, she was dressed like Anastasia- and though it was nearly hidden by her bangs, Kagome could make out magenta eyeshadow. The sense of familiarity she felt only grew stronger upon this observation, and it left Kagome at a loss.
What is going on?
Hinami Saito and Ren Kururugi…
Can I really trust them? Who are they? What do they want?
Despite her better judgment, Kagome forced her feet to follow after the girl named Hinami, and together they made their way up the staircase. Kagome watched her carefully the entire time, eying her suspiciously, and barely stopped herself in time from slamming into her back when Hinami suddenly came to a halt.
The brunette turned, lifting her head up, and Kagome followed her gaze, startled to find that they were standing in front of the Higurashi Shrine’s sacred tree.
Hinami was looking directly at the spot where some bark was missing, the very place where the sacred arrow that had sealed Inuyasha to the tree over five hundred years ago had been. “Indeed… I do wonder; Kagome- what do you know about demons?”
“Huh!?” Her heart nearly jumped out her chest. “D-Demons?”
“People believe demons are no more than a fairytale. A myth made up to scare children into behaving.” Hinami’s eyes did not move from the spot on the tree. She was completely focused on that one spot, and it disturbed Kagome to no end- as she couldn’t figure out why. It held much significance to her, but there shouldn’t be any reason for Hinami to focus so intently on it. “However, that simply isn’t true. Demons existed once. They were in abundance, living in the wild and in their own forms of civilization.”
She finally moved, and Kagome tensed when Hinami glanced at her from over her shoulder.
“Yet when humanity’s weaponry began to grow more advanced, their numbers began to decline. Demons started to lose their place in this world. Those who sought preservation hid themselves, while others were proud and died fighting. The few who could pass themselves off as humans did so, and their demonic bloodlines dwindled until nothing but traces of their powers within their descendants remained.”
“…Why are you telling me all this?”
“Because.” Hinami said, staring right at her- right through her. “I have something you’ll want. You are Kagome, she who is both bird and cage. My brother told me about you, and the spirits say the item in our possession belongs to you. They say… that time has been rewritten, and history itself has been born anew.”
Kagome did not dare to move even a muscle when Hinami started to walk towards her, and the brunette only stopped walking when she standing directly by her side.
“They say that you are at the root of it, Kagome, as you are connected to the one that caused this change. When you are able, come pay a visit to the Kururugi Shrine.” Her voice fell so quiet that if she wasn’t standing so close, Kagome wouldn’t have been able to hear her. “A piece of the shattered bird awaits you.”
When Kagome whirled around, her black hair whipping around her shoulders, she could see Hinami walking away, placing some sort of mask over the upper half of her face. Unfortunately, because her back was to hers, Kagome could not make out any details of the mask aside from the long white ears that stuck out on either side.
“Kagome, Kagome…” Hinami began to sing again, her quiet voice slowly fading away as she vanished down the steps. “You are no more than a bird in a cage. The crane and the turtle’s gonna slip and fall…”
Just what on earth is going on?
“Who is behind you, are they big or small?”
Notes:
I love the whole Kagome, Kagome plotline. But it deserved more foreshadowing. So here!
Hinami is such a spooky gal. Ren is a goofy goober, but his sister? She gonna spook you. Also, I love Kagome's friends. They're hilarious. I wish we saw more of them.
Hopefully the drawing in the middle doesn't ruin the chapter. I ended up drawing two, because the Mafia!Sess imagine was just... well, my very soul required I draw it. I couldn't not. And it looked weird having them both at the bottom, so I put it where it in the middle where it was relevant.
Also, hilariously, I was SCOURING for the episode where the girls imagined Inuyasha, Koga, and Miroku in modern outfits (Delinquent Inuyasha, Hiker Koga shouting "I love you" from atop a mountain, and Miroku being a rich playboy) as well as the episode where Kagome mentioned meeting Sesshomaru because I KNEW they talked about him somewhere.... but... I couldn't find it. And. And then. I realized. The one episode I didn't check? It was this one. The one we're on. Gap Between The Ages. ASLKFLJDLKFJDLKJFLDKJFLDJ. The audacity of my brain sometimes.
SESSHOMARU SAVED IRENE!!!! When she thought no one would!!!! Awww~
As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! Let me know what you think in the comments. 💕💕💕 Your comments give me life. :3
Chapter 40: The Longing Of One's Heart
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Hinami was absolutely insane if she believed Kagome was going to just up and visit the Kururugi Shrine after that. She had a test to study for and a friend to find! What shattered bird could she even be talking about? Honestly, that girl made no sense.
“Her and Sesshōmaru.” Kagome groaned, hitting her head against the writing desk as she sat in her room. “Why, why, why!? Just let me study! Stop distracting me! Ugh…”
She truly did have the worst luck.
Looking at her notes, she poured through her textbook, trying to solve the problems with the help she’s been given. Ten minutes passed. Twenty. Eventually an hour went by and Kagome flipped frantically through the pages, holding the notes up close to her face before staring at the problem she got totally wrong. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she stood up to cry, slamming her hands against her desk. “I don’t understand a thing!”
Even with the notes she painstakingly copied, she was at a total loss.
“I’m doomed. Doomed!” Kagome fell back into her chair, sinking down into it as she tangled her fingers in her hair. “I’m never gonna make it into high school!”
The girl hardly got anything accomplished in her despair, distracted and confused by the current curriculum. By the time morning came around, she barely slept a wink and had to cram study for a couple hours before having to leave for school.
Kagome marched down the halls of the house, preparing to grab her things and head out, but her little brother had other ideas. “Sis! Hey, sis!”
“Don’t talk to me!” She snapped, moving around him as he tried to get her attention. “Otherwise I’ll forget everything I memorized this morning! Today’s my last chance to get back on track!”
“But-”
She slammed the sliding door to the dining room open, and almost shrieked upon what she saw.
“Surprise!” Sōta exclaimed, holding his hands up with a grin. “Inuyasha’s here!”
Kagome practically tripped as she walked into the room, the sight of the half-demon casually sitting at the table with her grandfather, who was reading the newspaper, completely taking her by surprise. Inuyasha had the family cat in his lap, and as he played with Buyo’s pays he looked down at the trembling Kagome calmly, watching as she pushed herself up onto her knees and greeting her with a very nonchalant, “Yo.”
This is it. This is the reason why Kagome can never have nice things. This is why she can never pass her tests.
“I-Inuyasha…” She smacked a hand onto the coffee table, giving him an incredulous look, unable to believe what was happening. “What are you doing here!?”
“You’re late, so I came to get you.” He stated. “Isn’t it kinda obvious?”
Seriously? He couldn’t wait two more days?
Inuyasha waggled the cat’s paws at her. “Come on~ let’s goin’!”
“Are you outta your mind!?” She snapped. “I’ve got a test tomorrow!”
He leaned back, confused by her attitude. “What are you so mad about?”
“Ugh!”
Sōta took that chance to run for it, sneaking past his sister and jumping over to the front door where he slid his shoes on. Snatching his backpack and tossing it over his shoulder, he opened the door and booked it. “Bye, see you later!”
Kagome gaped at his gall, but it was nothing compared to Inuyasha coming to the house without warning. She hung her head with another groan, her brain ringing from everything that’s occurred. Naraku’s castle, Irene’s disappearance, Sesshōmaru’s potential kindness, Hinami’s cryptic and very unnerving speech, and now Inuyasha is trying to rush her back into the Feudal Era… when she needs to go to class and study to pass her test tomorrow! She has way too much to deal with right now to put up with her half-demon crush and his impatience.
Grumbling to herself, she marched around the table and grabbed her bag, sliding the straps over her arms. Once she had her shoes on, she turned to give Inuyasha a firm stare, seeing he had followed her like a puppy to see what she was doing. “Listen. Do not go outside, whatever you do! Stay put in the house and wait for me. Understand?”
The half-demon just yawned, standing up and leaning lazily against the doorframe. “Alright, whatever…”
“I’ll be back around suppertime, so see you then!”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Honestly, it wouldn’t kill him to learn an ounce of patience. It’s a virtue! But, of course, Kagome’s learned better than to expect that from him by now.
“Hey, Kagome?” Inuyasha called out to her just as she was about to step out of the house, and she whipped her head around with a glare- only to pause, her expression softening when she saw the look on his face. His golden eyes were half-lidded, the boy having folded his hands into his sleeves. “Come back safe, okay?”
“...Yeah.” She nodded, offering him a small smile. “I will. I told you before- my time isn’t as dangerous as yours. Just stay put here, and I’ll be back in no time. See you, Inuyasha!”
He watched as she took off, closing the door behind her, before sliding down to sit on the ground. Inuyasha leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling, his thoughts wandering back to the other day. “Will she really be safe?”
“Huh? Where’s Kagome?”
Inuyasha snapped to attention upon hearing his friend’s mother speak, and he looked up to see her walk into the room, a small bento box in her hands. “She left already.”
“Oh, dear…” The mother sighed. “I spent all morning making the lunches and she forgot hers.”
Inuyasha scoffed and raised a brow, looking up and staring at the yellow cloth-wrapped bento she was carrying. “That’s a lunch?”
She just smiled, walking over and holding it out to him. “Would you be kind enough to take it to her for me?”
The half-demon blinked, staring down at the bento box curiously.
…
Yesterdays events had left me so worn out, I slept all the way through the morning atop Ah-Un’s back. My dreams mostly consisted of the battle, of the hideousness of the vulture demons’ sharp teeth as they opened their beaks with the intent to bite large chunks out of my flesh. It felt a lot more like a nightmare than a memory, in all honestly.
I had been plummeting towards the earth, devoid of all hope of rescue. The wind had been rushing past me, the sound so deafening I could scarcely hear my own thoughts. I was staring the vulture demon dead in the face before it died, and then it was just me and the evening sun, falling together into darkness.
But then… everything stopped.
The nightmare shifted from a horrible memory to something sweeter and more pleasant, and I had been caught mid-fall. What should have killed me didn’t, because someone had miraculously come to my aid.
Sesshōmaru.
He had surpassed my expectations by a hundredfold, coming to rescue me when I had been convinced no one would. He let me cling on to him until we had reached ground, and didn’t say a word when I collapsed against him, my legs giving out on me from the stress of the fall and the energy that had been drained from using such a powerful Shikigami. He held on to me until Rin ran over with Ah-Un, where he lifted me by the ribbon of my mobokama, as if I weighed no more than a feather, and set me atop the dragon’s back.
I tiredly praised the dragon for what a good job they did protecting Rin and Jaken, petting Ah and Un on their heads, and apologized for not being able to help them faster. They had worked really hard trying to kill the vulture demons, nearly getting chewed on by the vicious beasts in their efforts to help me. Ah-Un was such a good dragon.
And sometime while giving them pets… I fell asleep.
I didn’t wake up until late afternoon, hunger gnawing at my stomach and Jaken’s loud voice threatening to burst my eardrums. The imp was sitting at the very front of the saddle, waving his staff in the air as he cheered on Sesshōmaru, who was clawing his way one-handedly through some stray demons that were trying to attack us.
Sitting up, still a little dazed, I blinked and rubbed at my face, yawning. “What’s… happening?”
Sesshōmaru cast a short glance over his shoulder at me, before turning to continue hacking away at the pathetic demons that couldn’t make it past him. “The vermin in the area have grown bolder. It seems Naraku’s disappearance has caused quite a stir.”
“Huh? Oh…” Well, that’s not good. “Where are we heading?”
“You really have to ask?”
I made a face. “I’m tired, okay? I just woke up.”
“Hmph.”
Rin nudged me with her arm, and I turned to look at her, having not even noticed she was behind me. To my relief, she looked unharmed- save for a few grass stains on her kimono and a couple scrapes here-and-there. “We’re trying to find Naraku! If demons are acting up, that means something’s going on, right? He’s hiding somewhere!”
“Ah. That makes sense.”
I leaned back down to rest against Ah-Un, using my arms as a pillow, and I turned my head to watch as Sesshōmaru continued to calmly tear a path through the demons for us. We were flying high in the sky, the forest far down below us. I couldn’t help but stare at the demon lord, feeling a little silly as I recalled the way he had rescued me.
He had been gone for days, only to come back as if he knew we were in trouble.
Sesshōmaru could have only bothered to save Jaken and Rin, as they were his real travel companions, standing every-so loyally by his side, but he… came to save me as well. Someone who just existed around him. Sesshōmaru had looked so breathtaking under the setting sun, his fur boa billowing around him as he caught me with one arm. The scent of the forest had flooded my senses, and the warmth from his body had soothed my fear. He had saved me.
Again. Without the slightest ounce of hesitation.
This time, it wasn’t a coincidence he was there. It wasn’t because it would be convenient to help me. No, this time he had saved me purely because he wanted to.
Because he chose to.
That fact made my heart flutter and my stomach twist with foolishly gleeful butterflies, my face burning a light shade of red. Sesshōmaru was so dashing, it was totally unfair; it was ridiculous how beautiful he looked as he cut through worm demon after bird demon after bug demon and spilled their guts, sending their remains falling towards the earth. I couldn’t even feel disturbed by the sight, too mesmerized by him to care.
To be honest, I didn’t want to rely too much on Sesshōmaru. I didn’t want to allow myself to believe he would help me whenever I was in danger. We didn’t really have a proper relationship, and I knew his protection would only last for as long as I was a part of his travel party.
But… seeing him catch me yesterday…
Feeling his arm around me, his hand on my waist holding me close so I wouldn’t fall, his molten gold eyes so close I could make out every spec of demonic blue that was buried within their depths, a part of me began to foolishly hope.
It began to hope that maybe, just maybe, I could rely on him to catch me again. That he would save me even when I was no longer part of his group.
I wanted to believe that.
Sesshōmaru…
Please, stop being so nice to me.
“That’s right! Tear them to shreds, m’lord!” Jaken cheered, practically punching the air with his one fist while he waved his staff with the other. “Show them how mistaken they were to mess with you! You see this, humans!? Fear the might of the great Lord Sesshōmaru!”
Rin laughed and clapped her hands together. “You can do it, m’lord! You’re so strong!”
It makes me want to stay by his side even more.
Though I was plagued by heartbreaking thoughts, I couldn’t help but feel a grin work its way up onto my lips after hearing Rin and Jaken cheer the demon lord on. Sitting up a little, I held a hand to the side of my mouth and exclaimed, “Go, Sesshōmaru, go! Show ‘em who’s boss! Woo!”
Seeing him turn to narrow his eyes at me, still slashing away at the attacking demons, I laughed.
“You’re doing amazing, Sesshōmaru! Absolutely beautiful! Ten out of ten! Perfection!” Maybe I shouldn’t be teasing him like this, but it really was such fun. I think I did that yesterday, too, after I had recovered from the initial shock of him catching me. “S-E-S-S- uh, wait, how do you spell your name?”
“S-E- huh?” Rin paused and looked at me, confusion written across her face. “What’s that?”
“It’s… oh. Oh! That would come out in English, wouldn’t it?” I scratched my cheek, sitting up properly now. “Sorry. They’re letters of the alphabet where I’m from.”
“Oooh.”
“A-Anyways, you got this Sesshōmaru!”
He just turned away, continuing to hack and slash at the demons like it was another typical day for him. It took maybe half an hour for the wild and strangely bold demons to stop flying at us, and we were eventually able to hover back towards the ground again. My legs still felt a little weak, so I didn’t hop off Ah-Un’s back like Rin and Jaken did. I just remained seated in the saddle, patting the dragon on the heads and thanking them once again for their help.
Ah-Un seemed to appreciate the show of affection.
Suddenly, a thought came to me. “What happened after we split up yesterday?”
“Huh?” It took a second for understanding to dawn on Rin, her brown eyes lighting up once she figured out what I was asking. “Oh! You mean after we fell off Ah-Un? Lord Sesshōmaru showed up to save us! Ah-Un caught us, but by the time we reached ground we were totally surrounded by wild demons! I thought we were done for, but Lord Sesshōmaru showed up and destroyed them all with his sword!” Rin giggled and beamed, looking extremely proud of the demon lord. “He was very dashing! You should have seen him, Big Sister! Oh, but maybe you did? He went to rescue you, after all! Did he save you from the demons?”
“Uh… he saved me from falling to my death, that’s for sure.” I scratched my cheek. “I took care of the demons. Somehow. I lost most of my arrows, though…”
“I see.” She looked saddened by this. “Maybe we can find some more later?”
I don’t think one can just find arrows, but I appreciate the sentiment. “I’ll probably have to go to town and get some.”
Rin looked alarmed. “You… want to go to a village?”
I shrugged. “I mean, I said before I would have to, didn’t I? We can’t survive off plants alone. Besides, you, my sweet tiny child…” Reaching a hand up, I rested it atop her head, petting her hair. “...require nutrients. And those nutrients come from veggies. Where do we find a regular supply of veggies? A village. I have money, so I can go and buy some. I should be quick about it- provided I’m not attacked or anything.”
Shortly after saying that, I paused and made a face.
“I better not get attacked or anything…” I do have quite the track record. “If I’m not back in, like, a day or two after heading out for a random village, assume I’ve been attacked. But I shouldn’t be. I’m wearing a kimono, not my usual sweater. So no one should mistake me for a demon. And I don’t think Naraku and Anastasia are going to pull another “wanted poster” trick on me, because that’d be very unoriginal of them considering how it went last time, and Naraku is a big bad… uh… mind game… manipulative… schemer person.”
“Okay…” Rin looked just as as worried as she was confused. “But I don’t think we’re near any villages.”
“We’ll get near one at some point. At least close enough for me to be able to see it from a distance. I’ll just have to hop off then. The country isn’t all forest. And~ when I’m done, I’ll ask one of my Shikigami for help to find my way back to ya’ll. Oh, who would be good at that?”
I furrowed my brows, bringing a hand up to my chin in thought.
“Maybe Roh? He is a dog, and he should know Sesshōmaru’s scent given by how excitedly he ran circles around him before…”
Still, any and all villages were going to be a couple days away with the pace we were going- our travel speed hindered badly by all these demons. Honestly, just what is going on? Did Naraku’s disappearance really rile them all up so badly? Why are they flying at us out of nowhere? What made them come out of hiding?
All of this is a little suspicious.
“What all would you even be getting from the village?” Rin asked. “Just arrows and food?”
“Um… depends, I guess.” I glanced at Sesshōmaru who was calmly walking ahead of the group. Jaken was following closely behind him, while Rin walked alongside Ah-Un so she could speak to me. I turned my attention to the afternoon sky, counting with my fingers. “I need arrows, you need proper nutrition. Vegetables and fruits would be the way to go. I should probably buy a knife or a dagger or something that’s sharp, for cooking and self-defense. Maybe a frying pan, too?”
“That’s a lot of things to buy.”
I shrugged. “Hey! You never know. Ah, it’s been getting colder, hasn’t it? Then a large blanket we can share would also be good. Or maybe just a really thick, really big kimono.”
Rin stared at me as she walked. “Do you even have enough money to buy all of that, Big Sister?”
“Uh…” I blinked, then rested a hand against the front of my furoshiki. “I have no idea. How much would four thousand yen manage to get me?”
Sesshōmaru came to a halt, Ah-Un loyally following suit, and Jaken stopped walking, tripping over his own feet and face-planting into the dirt. The imp demon pulled himself up and gave me an incredulous glare. “How much did you just say you have!?”
“F… Four thousand?”
Jaken’s jaw had dropped. “Where did you get that much money!?”
Is that a lot? I feel like it's rather little in my time period. “I mentioned how I helped kill a massive spider demon for this one village, right? One of the people it had kidnapped was a little girl. Her family gave me one thousand yen after saving her. I’m… pretty sure it was their family’s whole fortune, which… makes me feel super guilty. But the other three thousand… that was from the Kasasagi Town headman after I saved him from Kagura and Anastasia.”
“He gave you three thousand yen!?”
“...Yeah?”
Rin gasped, hands flying up to her mouth. “Oh! Isn’t that the man that wanted to marry you?”
I made a face. “I wouldn’t necessarily say he wanted to marry me; he just lied about being my fiancé so I could get into the castle.”
“Which castle was that?”
“The one where I would end up meeting Sesshōmaru.”
“Oooh~! So it’s because of him that you met Lord Sesshōmaru?”
“...No?” This conversation feels like its taking a weird turn, and I could feel the demon lord staring at me as it continued. “I met Sesshōmaru because of Naraku.”
Rin looked less excited. “Oh.”
“Yeah. I met Sesshōmaru days after I got into the castle the first time.”
“All I’m hearing,” Jaken scoffed, standing back up and folding his arms into his sleeves, “is that the headman of that town paid you a hefty sum to win your favor.” I guess that makes sense. He did call me some cheesy things simply because I forgave him for hurting me. “That, or maybe he was trying to get you to service him. You are a young woman, and many human men would-”
He was unable to finish his sentence, for a boot had carefully smashed his head against the dirt. One of Jaken’s hands were left twitching in the air, the Staff of Two Heads discarded on the ground.
Sesshōmaru walked off, his silver hair flowing behind him, and Ah-Un and Rin both gave Jaken looks. I sat there utterly baffled as to what just happened. Rin shook her head. “Master Jaken, what did you say to upset Lord Sesshōmaru this time?”
“I-It was just… an educated guess…” He whimpered.
“And what does service mean? What did he want Big Sister to do?”
No sooner had Rin asked that did a rock suddenly fly out of nowhere, adding further insult to injury, as it smacked the top of Jaken’s head where Sesshōmaru’s boot had originally made contact.
I furrowed my eyebrows, my expression contorting even further in my confusion, and I leaned to the side, turning to watch as Sesshōmaru continued to walk as if he didn’t just bend down to pick up a rock so he could hurl it at Jaken. “Uh… don’t worry about it, Rin.”
She blinked. Turning away from the beaten imp demon so she could face me, she hurried over to climb onto the saddle, and with her in tow and sitting in front of me, Ah-Un began to follow after the demon lord. “Why not?”
“You’ll learn about it when you’re older.”
“Oh, okay. How much older?”
“...Twenty years.”
“That’s so long!”
I patted her head. “It’s for the best.”
The child just pouted at me, puffing out her cheeks and being overall absolutely adorable. I laughed and wrapped my arms loosely around her shoulders in a hug, and she relaxed, leaning back against my chest. Jaken was going to have to pick himself back up soon, or we were all going to leave him behind.
“Oh, speaking of food!” Rin reached into her sleeve to pull out a handful of slightly squashed berries. She held them up to me with a big grin. “I found these earlier! You haven’t eaten today, so I thought you might be hungry!”
Wow, uh, okay. “Th-Thank you.”
She giggled and placed the mushed berries into my right palm. I hesitated just slightly before tossing them in my mouth, almost cringing from the sweetness. Despite not caring for how sweet they were, my stomach began to growl angrily, realizing just how hungry it was after not eating all day. “I made sure to save the sweet ones for you this time!”
“Mm.” I hummed and chewed slowly, forcing myself to smile. “Thanks.”
“Hehe~ you’re welcome!” She leaned against me, quite happy that her efforts were being appreciated. Head on my shoulder, Rin looked up at me. “It’s not a lot of berries, though. Shall we go search for some more?”
Jaken, who had finally lifted himself out of the dirt, wobbled after us with a scowl. “Don’t be so impertinent, Rin! Lord Sesshōmaru doesn’t have time to waste on such trivial things! You two can wait just a little longer for dinner.”
“But Big Sister hasn’t eaten all day!” Rin protested. “And there weren’t many berries that could be shared! She needs food.”
“I-I’m okay, Rin.” My smile became a little more genuine, though there was no hiding the exhaustion behind it. “I can wait.”
She looked up at me with big sad eyes. “But-“
“There’s another stream up ahead.” Sesshōmaru suddenly spoke, startling everyone. “There should be fish you can find in there.”
Rin brightened. “Yes! Thank you, Lord Sesshōmaru!”
His nose really is good, being able to catch the stream’s scent without it even being in sight.
I guess he wasn’t kidding yesterday either when he said my scent was easy to follow- but whether that was a good thing or not I’m still not entirely sure. What did that even mean? Was it a good scent? A bad one? I didn’t reek, did I? Maybe my scent was a little different from others because of the time travel.
Man, I really wished Sesshōmaru actually said what he was thinking sometimes.
…
Everything the teacher said went over Kagome’s head. Honestly, she couldn’t understand what people were thinking, making math so difficult a subject. Kagome couldn’t focus at all, and the school day ended up being a total mess.
Yuka, Eri, and Ayumi could immediately tell she was still in a bit of a mood, and as soon as they had free time they asked if something else happened, if she wasn’t feeling well and was about to catch another disease or cold. Kagome could only laugh and wave off their concerns.
After all, there was no way she could tell them about that very disturbing encounter with Hinami.
A shard of the shattered bird…
What bird? What could Kagome herself possibly be a cage for?
Kagome, Kagome… She thought bitterly. You are no more than a bird in a cage. The crane and the turtle’s gonna slip and fall, who is behind you… are they big or small?
All these years she worked to forget that horrible song, and now it wouldn’t stop playing in her mind.
Wait. Something wasn’t quite right. The girl paused mid-lesson, her coffee brown eyes lifting up from her worksheet to stare blankly at the classroom chalkboard. Her mind was running a thousand miles per hour, the conversation from yesterday rushing through her mind. The reason Kagome had been bullied so much when she was younger was because of her name- the name her mother chose after… birthing her and holding her in her arms.
She had said she’d seen a light emitting from Kagome’s chest.
On Kagome’s fifteenth birthday, she had the Sacred Jewel forcibly ripped out of her body by a demon’s fangs. Her mother named her after the Sacred Jewel, which she had seen glowing in Kagome’s body. Kagome had been born with the Sacred Jewel inside of her.
Is the shattered bird… the Sacred Jewel? Hinami has a shard of the Sacred Jewel at her family’s shrine?
Kagome was a cage. In every cage there is something being held captive.
Was I… Was I a cage for the Sacred Jewel? If memory serves her right, Kaede had said that Kikyō had burned the Sacred Jewel with her body. She wanted to rid it from the world, so no more evil or tragedy could follow it. Yet, for some reason, it appeared inside Kagome’s body upon her birth- presumably because Kagome was reincarnated from Kikyō. But how did it vanish and reappear inside me? Did it grant a wish of hers? What was her wish?
To be with Inuyasha? No, at the time she had felt betrayed by him. That couldn’t possibly be it.
Then… was it to live a normal life? One unplagued by demons or heartache? Did Kikyō’s wish cause the Sacred Jewel to reappear inside me?
But Kagome didn’t know about the jewel at the time. Before she was dragged into the well, she had been living a totally ordinary life- where she stressed over homework and her little brother’s antics, and went to middle school to chat with her friends and worked hard to pave a good future for herself.
The girl let out a sigh, propping her chin up with her hand, pink mechanical pencil dangling between her fingers.
I don’t get it. Was Hinami suggesting that Kagome herself was a cage for the Sacred Jewel? And that the jewel might somehow resent her for it? How? It’s not like it has a mind of its own…
Honestly, that girl made no sense.
Letting out another sigh, this one a bit heavier, Kagome turned her head to look out the window- only to jolt, quickly growing horrified upon the sight of a familiar red kimono wearing half-demon perched on the rooftop outside staring right at her. To make matters worse, he wasn’t wearing the cap that she gave him to cover his dog ears with.
If anyone sees him, they’d figure out right away he wasn’t human.
Inuyasha!
From behind her, Eri looked up and whispered, “Is something the matter, Kagome?”
“Uh, nope!” Kagome laughed nervously, keeping her voice as low as she could. “Don’t mind me.”
She turned back to face her desk, tears of frustration welling up in her eyes. The poor girl could hardly believe what she was seeing. What on earth was Inuyasha doing here? She specifically told him to stay home! Casting one more glance out the window, she saw Inuyasha scratching behind his ears with one of his feet.
A classmate to her left caught sight of her staring and paused, turning to look at her from behind his glasses. Realizing something from outside caught her attention, he turned to see what it was.
Kagome panicked.
Practically jumping out of her seat, she shrieked, “SIT!”
Inuyasha immediately fell out of sight, and Kagome fell back into her seat in relief. That had been way too close for comfort.
“Sit, you say?” Her relief didn’t last long, for the teacher had walked all the way from the front of the classroom to stand by her desk. He pushed his glasses up, staring down at her with narrowed eyes and a slight scowl. “Well then, Miss Higurashi, why don’t you stand for us?”
It didn’t take long for the entire class to start laughing at her.
Kagome had never felt so embarrassed, but she told herself that it needed to happen because who knows what would go down if the modern day world found out demons existed? It would ruin the entire flow of society, wouldn’t it? People would panic, the military would try hunting Inuyasha down, or worse- the government would try experimenting on him! Not that Inuyasha would allow himself to be captured, but one never knows what could happen.
Why is life so hard…?
Kagome had to spend the rest of the class period standing as she worked on her worksheet, which honestly hurt her lower back a bit, but as soon as the lunch bell rang, Kagome booked it through the halls and up to the school roof.
Inuyasha was already waiting there, sitting perched on one of the rooftops with a leg dangling off the ledge, his arms folded into his sleeves. He stared at Kagome calmly, as if having expected her rage.
“What’s wrong with you!?” She demanded. “Didn’t I make it clear that you were to stay home!? What if someone saw you!?”
Inuyasha just narrowed his eyes and turned his nose up at her, huffing. “Quit nagging. It wasn’t my idea. Your mother asked me to come here.”
Kagome blinked, taken aback by his statement. “My mom did?”
The half-demon jumped down to stand in front of her, pulling out the carefully wrapped bento box he had tucked in his kimono top and handing it to her. “You forgot this.”
“Oh…” She was very surprised, yet took the bento box gratefully, gazing down at it with big eyes. “This is my lunch.”
Kagome had been convinced she was going to have to go the school day hungry because she forgot it, but Inuyasha came all the way here to bring it to her? That was actually really sweet of him. A small smile began to play on her lips, and she looked up at Inuyasha with warm brown eyes, watching as he was about to go running off back to the house, stretching his arms in the process.
“Hold on, Inuyasha!” He paused and glanced at her from over his shoulders. Kagome beamed at him. “Why don’t we share this?”
No sooner had they sat down and she had untied her bento, did Kagome realize it had already been shared. Over half the rice was eaten, alongside several pieces of meat and vegetables.
Inuyasha looked a little sheepish, but not necessarily guilty. “I got hungry on the way here.” Was his blunt and ridiculously casual response. “Your school was hard to find.”
“Uh-huh…” Well, at least he had the decency to leave some for her to eat. “You just… go back home then. Forget I said anything.”
“Alright. If you say so.”
As he got up to leave, Kagome opened her mouth to stop him once more- but stopped herself, wondering if she really should mention Hinami to the boy. She had a feeling that if she mentioned the possibility of another jewel shard being found in this era, Inuyasha would go hacking down the Kururugi Shrine before Kagome could get a single word in.
No, it would be better for her to handle it alone. Inuyasha could be too impulsive sometimes. She can’t have him pulling out the tetsusaiga on an ordinary person, now can she?
Kagome let out the hundredth sigh of her day before eating what little had been left in her bento box. Shortly after, she returned to her classes- where she took notes after notes and occasionally asked her friends for help. On her way to the library after the school day had ended, the girl determined to study there until suppertime, she almost jumped out of her skin upon seeing a certain someone walk by her, Hinami walking with her head hung low and several textbooks in her arms.
Keeping close to the wall, Kagome watched her with narrowed eyes, finding it odd how different she seemed at school compared to the way she acted yesterday at the shrine. She looked so meek and timid; it was hard to believe it was the same person who boldly sang a terribly nursery rhyme and rambled on about demons.
Wait, what if she’s not the same person? If a jewel shard is involved, maybe there is a demon. I don’t sense a demonic aura coming from her, though…
Is she just being paranoid?
Should I follow her?
Kagome was about to chase after the girl when someone turned the corner, nearly knocking the middle schooler over. Just before she could fall, a large hand shot out and caught her, and she looked up with wide eyes to see a familiar handsome face staring down at her. “H-Hojo!?”
“Kagome! Hey, welcome back to school!” He greeted. His expression quickly twisted with concern. “Sorry for bumping into you. How are you feeling? Has your… neuralgia gotten any better?”
“O-Oh, that! I, um, I’m doing good! Much better than I was. Haha…” Her grandfather must be running out of diseases.
Hojo frowned, his blue eyes gentle in their worry. “You gotta take care of yourself, Kagome; you’re still so young. Here…” He released her and stepped back to pull out a small folder from the stack of notebooks he was carrying, holding it out to her. Hojo offered a smile. “I put together some healthy recipes for you. Promise you’ll give them a try, okay?”
Kagome couldn’t help but wonder how Hojo would feel if he ever learned that she used most of the remedies and health tips he gave her on Irene. Even now she probably wouldn’t have thought about using this healthy recipe list if she didn’t have her sickly friend on the back of her mind. If not for Irene, this list would just end up going to her mother, alongside all of the other presents Hojo gave her. “G-Gee, thanks a lot…”
The boy just laughed and waved at her as he started to walk off. “See you later, Kagome! Hope you do well on the test tomorrow! Good luck!”
“Th-Thanks…” Kagome watched him leave before hanging her head. “I totally missed my chance.” So much for following Hinami to the school gates. “Maybe I should just go to the Kururugi Shrine…”
No, wait, what is Kagome thinking? It could be a trap! Besides, she had more important things to worry about.
She spun on her heel to march towards the library. “I have a test to study for!”
“Wait, Kagome, I almost forgot!” Hojo’s voice called out once more, and the girl cringed. She turned around just in time to be handed a packet of dried lizards. “A couple minutes in the blender and these should work wonders on all kinds of ailments!”
Kagome did her best to keep a smile plastered on her face. “H-How considerate of you!”
“Listen, Kagome.” He said, “Like they say, health is mind over matter. Live a wholesome life and make sure you eat three square meals a day!”
“Y-Yeah, right.” This was so not the time for this.
Hojo chuckled. “Bye! For real, this time!”
The health-obsessed dreamboat took off once more, leaving Kagome standing alone in the hallway with her backpack and the dried package of lizards. The girl hung her head dejectedly, making her way to the library, and when she finally reached her destination she plopped down in a chair and buried her face in her arms, the lizards discarded to the side. “I’m doomed…”
She was never going to pass the test.
Her worries only worsened when she failed to get any study materials lodged in her brain, and when she came home just to find everyone watching the news channel. The reporter was talking about a “strange youth in a red kimono” who single-handedly captured a purse snatcher and saved a small child from burning alive in an apartment fire. The little girl on the news was wearing the cap Kagome had given Inuyasha to wear, and had even drawn a pretty impressive likeness of the feral half-demon in crayon.
Kagome was baffled. “What exactly did you do on the way to school? Is this why you were so hungry?”
Inuyasha didn’t seem to hear her, enraptured with the piece of technology. He leaned closer to the thick television, eying it with sparkling eyes. “This is the strangest box I’ve ever seen. How does it know what happened?”
Shaking her head, Kagome headed up to her room to study- but it didn’t take long before Inuyasha was hot on her tail and wouldn’t stop peering over her shoulder. She ended up having to kick him out of the room by having Sōta distract him, the little boy convincing Inuyasha to take a bath with him.
Things seemed to be going well… until Inuyasha came barging bare naked into Kagome’s room screeching about the soap bubbles burning his eyes.
Kagome screamed.
About two seconds later Sōta barged in as well, just as naked, grabbing onto Inuyasha’s arm. “You have to rinse off the suds!”
“I’m not goin’ back in there!” He barked. “That stuff boiled my eyes!”
In her panic, Kagome began to throw whatever she could get her hands on at the two boys. “Get ouuuuuut! Get outta here! Put some clothes on!”
The two boys ended up stumbling out of her room, and before they could barge back in she stormed over and slammed the door shut as loudly as she could.
Kagome ended up collapsing against it, falling to her knees as her eyes welled up with tears. “O-Oh no… no, no, no… I’ve forgotten everything!”
Everything she worked so hard to memorize was now gone, her brain a total blank.
“Nooooo!”
She buried her fingers into her hair and hunched over into a ball, crying to herself. The poor girl had to pep talk herself into dragging her body back to her desk, whimpering as she stared at the work pages and study notes, not a single thing clicking in her brain.
Kagome spent the next two hours going over everything she had already done to try and make sense of it all again, and during that time she heard Inuyasha let out another scream- this time from downstairs. A minute later, her door was kicked open again, and Inuyasha came running to her for help, his tongue bright red and sticking out of his mouth as he cried.
Her mother was right behind him, a plate of curry rice in her hands.
“Mah tongue ith on fiyuh!” Inuyasha wailed.
Kagome let out a sigh, and watched as her mother looked at her and then Inuyasha in concern. “He said he was hungry, so I gave him some curry… but maybe it was too spicy for him.”
The fifteen-year-old girl made a face. “That’s surprising coming from a guy who blows off a gaping hole in his gut.”
She could recall with disturbing clarity the amount of times Inuyasha was stabbed clear through the stomach and recovered, despite the heavy damage to his organs. The fact that he couldn’t handle a bit of spice was truly baffling. Maybe it’s because he’s half dog.
“Just drink some milk or something.” Kagome deadpanned, watching as Inuyasha tried to fan his mouth. “You’ll be fine.”
“It hurths!”
“Oh, come this way, dear.” Kagome’s mother carefully held the plate of curry with one hand as she grabbed Inuyasha’s sleeve, gently pulling him along with her out of the room. “We’ll take care of you. Some milk with help just fine to cool down that heat. Let’s leave Kagome to her studies.”
…
When we finally arrived at the stream Sesshōmaru had mentioned, it was practically nightfall. That didn’t stop Rin from dragging Jaken with her as she ran over to start fishing, though. The small child was determined, and Jaken was left to the mercy of her every whim.
Draining as it could be to constantly entertain a small child, it was an absolute delight watching her boss the imp around.
Letting out a loud yawn, I tried to slide off Ah-Un, only to stumble and lose my balance. Thankfully, the two-headed dragon was there to catch me, and I gave them a few quick scritches to express my gratitude. They walked with me halfway to the stream, where I watched Rin and Jaken fumble to catch the fish in this darkness. Rin was trying to scare the fish towards Jaken, while Jaken worked hard to grab them.
The girl cheered him on, and Jaken shouted at the fish, shooting his tiny claws out to try and scoop them up.
It was a cute scene.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t stay standing for very long. I had to force my feet to walk me to the tree where Sesshōmaru was sitting, and I took a seat on his right, leaning my back against the tree with closed eyes and a heavy sigh. “My legs feel like jelly…”
Maybe it was because I haven’t properly eaten today, but wow, using that dragon as an offensive spirit yesterday really took a lot out of me.
I feel like I could sleep for days.
I’d rather not do that again, though.
I opened my eyes, expression falling considerably as I gazed up at the night sky. I didn’t want to fall asleep. Not after having spent so long doing nothing but that. It was scary, the idea that I could fall back into that horrible state of being.
Being alive and able to run around without constantly running out of breath has felt so freeing and wonderful. If I had to go back to that horrible state of being, where I was alive but not truly living, I'm not sure how well I would be able to handle it. I don’t want to be bedridden again.
I don’t… want to be dependent on the kindness of others again.
I want to live. I want to be able to take care of myself. I want to help others.
I don’t want to slowly rot away like I was before.
“Your recklessness will be the death of you.” Sesshomaru said, the sound of his voice startling me. I turned to stare at him, only to blink upon seeing he wasn’t even looking at me, his eyes closed as he sat with his one arm draped over his leg. “You can’t even stand, and yet you plan to head to a human village alone?”
I must say, I wasn’t expecting this. I’m always fond of a surprise conversation with him, though. “What, you worried?”
At that, he finally opened his eyes- only to glare at me out of his peripheral vision. I laughed, flashing him a smile as I pulled my knees up to my chest and leaned the side of my head against my arms to gaze warmly at him.
“Easy, easy! I’m just playing. I know you don’t actually care about me.” As much as it hurts. “But nah- I ain’t goin’ nowhere until I’m recovered. I’m reckless, not stupid. It’s a subtle line between the two, but it’s a line nonetheless.”
“Summoning that dragon spirit was foolishness.” Sesshōmaru stated firmly, his brows furrowing just slightly as his glare darkened. A frown tugged at the corners of his porcelain lips. “Had I not arrived, your soul would have already departed for the afterlife.”
“Yeah…” I eyed the demon lord closely, feeling rather calm despite the heart in my chest running rampant in its fluster. Brown eyes, sad in their acceptance, gazed into smoldering gold, and my smile grew softer, something a little more bittersweet in its nature as I forced my gaze away to focus on the fireflies that had started to dance around us. “But to be fair, I didn’t think you’d come to save me at all.”
The demon lord paused, the furrow in his brows more intense as he turned his head to properly face me. His silence spoke volumes, and I cast a quick glance at him, surprised to see that the frown he was wearing gave way to his normally hidden thoughts.
Sesshōmaru… wasn’t expecting me to say something like that. He probably expected me to apologize and thank him like I usually do.
I suppose it made sense. Rin and Jaken relied heavily on his strength and presence to get them out of trouble, and they didn’t hesitate to call out for him when they were in severe danger. But unlike them, I didn’t call for anyone.
I just accepted my fate, falling quietly to my doom until he abruptly appeared to rescue me.
“You were gone for days. My friends are who-knows-where.” Pulling my gaze away from him to watch Rin and Jaken, who had successfully caught a few fish and were currently trying to start a campfire, my shoulders slumped as an exhaustion washed over me, and I found myself hugging my knees tighter. I could still remember that painfully gripping loneliness as my body hurtled towards the earth at breakneck speed. “I thought about screaming, but I didn’t think anyone would come to save me. I thought I was going to die no matter what.”
There was a moment of silence between us, and I let out a small sigh. I dropped my gaze to stare at the grass, the light from the campfire flickering and illuminating the darkness.
“I just… didn’t want to die by the demon. So when the dragon spirit offered his help, I took it.”
In a moment of boldness, I closed my eyes again and leaned sideways towards the demon lord, my fall stopping only once I had landed against his giant fur boa. The demon lord didn’t so much as move, staying completely still as I curled up against him.
“You showing up really surprised me. It… It actually made me really happy. And relieved. I didn’t want to die again.” A weak chuckle fell past my lips. “It was… It was really scary, you know? Thank you, Sesshōmaru.”
He said nothing in response.
Sesshōmaru remained silent, and didn’t bother to shove me or push me off of him. I could feel him staring at me, but I didn’t sense any danger in his gaze. He was just letting this, whatever it was, happen, and as the tiredness took root in me, grasping me in its vice, he said and did nothing.
The supposedly cold-hearted demon lord just let me sleep.
…
After a while, things had finally calmed down, and Inuyasha had taken to sitting quietly atop Kagome’s bed while she studied.
It was a little distracting having him stare at her so intently, so she did her best to ignore him, but it grew to the point where his gaze felt like daggers boring into the back of her skull and she had to spin herself around in her pastel pink swivel chair to look at him. “Y’know…”
The half-demon scowled, his hands folded into his sleeves as he sat cross-legged on her blanket. The tetsusaiga was nestled safely against his right shoulder. “What is it? I’m keeping quiet.”
Yeah, but it’s hard for her to concentrate with him staring so hard. “Why don’t you lie down?”
“No thanks.” He stated firmly. “Now turn back around and get back to your studies. We’re going back tomorrow- no excuses!”
Kagome almost let another sigh. Inuyasha really could be so insufferably stubborn sometimes. Holding herself back, the girl smiled exasperatedly, reminding herself to be patient. “Okay, okay.”
She turned back around to her desk, wondering if he really was going to just sit on her bed and watch over her all night. It wouldn’t surprise her, given how he’s always brimming with energy.
“Hey, Inuyasha…”
“What is it now?”
“...Do you think Sesshōmaru might actually like Irene?”
“What!?” That’s about the reaction she expected. Angry, conflicted, concerned. Kagome was fully bracing herself to be snapped at. “I mean…”
Huh?
Spinning in her seat, effectively stunned by the calmness in which he was answering, Kagome watched with wide eyes as Inuyasha looked away, his thick eyebrows furrowing as his golden gaze stared off into nothing. “I dunno. Maybe. He had his dragon carry her away for a reason, right? Who knows what’s going through that bastard’s mind.”
She couldn’t argue there. “Y-Yeah… true. He’s always been a little hard to read.”
Inuysha glanced back at her. “Why’d you ask?”
“I’m just…” Kagome hesitated. She looked back down at her worksheet, before tightening her grip on her pink mechanical pencil. “I’m just worried about Irene. She’s been through a lot, and with her health it’s a miracle she’s survived everything we’ve been through so far. But now she’s… gone. And she doesn’t have her medicine. Even if Sesshōmaru revived her, would she really be doing okay?”
Inuyasha hummed thoughtfully, before letting out a sigh. “You think too much. Irene is tough, unlike someone I know. She’ll be fine.”
Kagome glanced at the half-demon from over her shoulder, worry written all over her face. She decided to ignore that slight he casually threw at her. She knew it was just his way of expressing concern. “You really think so?”
“Yeah.” His gaze dropped to the tetsusaiga, his eyes half-lidded. “Knowing her, Irene’s probably already got Sesshōmaru wrapped around her pinky finger. Like Sango said- she has a way with people. Just look at Tōran; she’s as upset as the rest of us about Irene’s disappearance.”
“Yeah… I guess so.”
It seems Inuyasha really put a lot of thought into this. Kagome figured she probably shouldn’t be too surprised, given just how badly he handled everything at first. He was the one to suggest the possibility, but it can’t have been easy to actually try and come to terms with it. It must have been a very painful process, but as strong as his hate is for Sesshōmaru, his worry for his friend must be even stronger.
Inuyasha and Irene didn’t get along very well at the beginning, and Kagome heard from Sango and Miroku that they had a big fight shortly before Irene had been kidnapped by the panther demons, but things have changed.
When, exactly, Kagome isn’t sure, yet she knew it to be true.
Inuyasha viewed Irene as dearly as he did Sango, Miroku, Shippō, and even Kagome herself. He may not ever admit it aloud, but everything he was saying now was proof of it. “Inuyasha…”
The half-demon blinked, and his ear twitched when he saw Kagome smile softly at him.
“I’m proud of you.”
“Hah?” Inuyasha made a face. “What nonsense are you spouting now?”
“Oh, nothing~!” She beamed, giggling to herself as she spun back around in her chair. “Don’t worry about it.”
Inuyasha really didn’t worry about it, Kagome would soon find out. As she studied and filled out sheets of paper, she realized she couldn’t sense his stare anymore.
Turning back around, she almost jumped out of her seat, and had to take special care not to shout upon seeing Inuyasha fast asleep on her bed, curled up against her heavy pink comforter and cuddling with his sword.
“H-He’s asleep…” Kagome gaped at his audacity and slowly made her way over to him, resting her hands on her hips and glaring down at him. She could hardly believe him sometimes; he always had energy to burn and always, always went out of his way to pester her. Now he decided to just flake out on her and conk out? “Hmph.”
Inuyasha continued to snooze away, and Kagome paused- actually taking a good look at his face.
She’s never seen him sleep so soundly. Even on nights when they were at Kaede’s hut or staying inside a kind or easily duped nobleman’s house, he always woke up at the slightest sound. He’s lived his life on the run, always having to keep on eye open in case of an ambush.
Kagome can’t remember if she’s ever seen him sleep with such a peaceful look on his face. Yet here he was, curled up like the fifteen-year-old boy he was, in the comfort and safety of Kagome’s bedroom.
She didn’t have the heart to wake him.
Kagome just knelt down beside the mattress, watching quietly as Inuyasha slept, a sad smile on her lips. He was probably more tired than anyone else in their travel group, constantly on edge and constantly trying to protect everyone from danger. He must have been worrying sick over Irene and the possibility of Sesshōmaru having the heart needed to revive her, but has been refusing to show it to the extent everyone else has.
Locking his feelings away, snapping whenever anyone tries to get too close…
The poor guy. He’s been terrified all this time, and for more reasons than one. She can’t imagine the kind of struggle he went through trying to process everything that’s happened. I’m sure Irene will be okay. We’ll see her again soon. So…
Kagome reached out, brushing some stray strands of long silver hair out of Inuyasha’s face.
Have a good sleep, okay? If only for tonight.
Tomorrow was going to be another day, and the search for the jewel shards must continue.
I don’t know about Hinami, but… I’ll deal with her later.
Right now, she needed to study for her test and look for Irene. The Kururugi Shrine could wait for a later date.
Letting the boy rest, Kagome returned to her textbooks and study guides. As the hours passed, she began to grow a bit more confident, cramming all the information into her brain via memorization and repetition.
Around three o’clock in the morning, she finally decided to get some sleep and curled into the bed beside Inuyasha, squeezing between him and the wall, but the half-demon was totally sprawled out among the mattress and took up the majority of the room.
It made getting comfortable difficult… and falling asleep even harder.
As a result, when Kagome went to class later that morning and it was time to take her test, she was unable to stay awake. She slept through the entire forty-five minute test period, and was practically crying on her way back home and as she shoved everything she needed for the Feudal Era into her backpack. Inuyasha slung the giant yellow bag over his shoulders, and together they left for the main shrine, bidding farewell to Kagome’s family and jumping into the decrepit old Bone-Eater’s well.
Shippō was the first to greet them, peering out over the edge. “Kagome and Inuyasha are back!”
“Oh~!” Miroku raised a brow suggestively at them as Inuyasha jumped up to perch on the wooden ledge, and the monk watched as the half-demon helped pull Kagome up. “Spent the night at Kagome’s house, did you?”
Inuyasha ignored him, and blinked when Kagome slumped against the well, the girl utterly depressed. “What’s wrong, Kagome? Where are the smiles?”
“Where do you think?” She demanded, giving him a dirty look. “You were hogging the whole bed and I didn’t get a minute’s sleep! On top of that, the test was a killer! I didn’t understand a word of it, and then I fell asleep, and- ugh!”
Tears began to well up in her eyes again, and she buried her face in her arms.
“Man, my life stinks!”
Shippō climbed up Miroku’s robe and settled himself on his shoulder, peering down at the girl in concern. His bright green eyes were wide, alarmed by her negativity. “A-At least it’s sunny?”
The sun was shining brilliant in the clear blue afternoon sky, rays of light beaming down upon them. The weather was warm and the winds were gentle.
It was truly a beautiful sunny afternoon.
But Kagome was as gloomy as could be.
Notes:
I started this fic with the thought of, "Aw, yeah~ Maria and Inuyasha are gonna be SUCH parallels to each other with their feisty personalities!"
That's not what happened. She became Sango's parallel. And somehow, at some point, Irene became INUYASHA'S parallel. WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN??? Was it during the panther demon's arc? The Shiori chapter??? THE SANGO ONE!??? I need to reread, aslkjfldkjfldkjl. I am so confused. Anyways, I love writing/drawing soft Sesshomaru. He's just kinda letting whatever's happening happen. Irene's audacity continues to surprise him, lol.
Irene: "Yeah, I wasn't expecting you to save me."
Sess, internally: "...I gave you light armor in the form of kimonos. I'm letting you TRAVEL with my group. I SAVED YOU from the bandits. I brought you BACK FROM THE DEAD. You really think I'm just gonna LET you die!???"
Today's chapter title was inspired by the Inuyasha OST, "Longing". The more I stare at that word, the less it seems like a word. Same with "parallel". R.I.P.
...Is the slow burn burning yet??? I'm not used to writing slow burns.
I'm not entirely sure how to describe their relationship at this point, lol. It just feels very soft and fuzzy to me.
As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! Let me know what you think in the comments. 💕💕💕 Your comments give me life. :3
Chapter 41: Minamo Village
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
It took a couple more days for me to recover, but a little over a week for us to catch wind of a nearby village.
We had been traveling the path like normal, aimlessly wandering and going deeper into dangerous territory, more and more demons acting up with each passing day. An older woman had been out collecting herbs, and upon seeing us cross her path she screamed and took off running. She was dressed too much like a villager to be mistaken as a traveler.
Seeing this, I took a deep breath and decided to take my chance.
I hopped off Ah-Un and held my hands out as I silently asked Roh for help. To my delight, the Shikigami familiar appeared, and he barked excitedly as he looked up at me, wagging his tail. “Master! Master has called for me?”
“Yup, yup.” I leaned down and gave him a few gentle scritches behind the ear. “Think you can track that lady’s scent for me?”
“Yes! We are following her?”
“Yes, sir’ee.”
Rin looked alarmed, and as I turned around I noticed that the entire group had stopped moving. Even Sesshōmaru was staring at me, his golden gaze intense as he narrowed his eyes. Rin, sitting atop Ah-Un, looked at me worriedly. “You’re… heading out for the village, Big Sister?”
“I said I would be.” I responded easily, standing back up and resting my hands on my waist as I turned to face her. It’s been three weeks since we started traveling together, and I’ve grown so accustomed to everyone’s presence. I’ve grown especially relaxed around Sesshōmaru himself, which was surprising considering how nervous I was about accidentally angering him in the beginning. “I need arrows and you need proper nutrition. I’ll be back soon as long as nothing happens, so don’t worry.”
“But… But what if something does happen?” She fretted. “You said before that the last few times you went into a village, you were attacked!”
Fair point. “The first time was because I was dressed in clothes from my… homeland, so they thought I was a demon. The second time, Naraku and Anastasia put up wanted posters of me and had Kagura pretend to be a messenger of the castle. Every other time I was with my friends, and while I did get some looks none of them really tried anything. Oh! Should I cover my face?”
I hurriedly untied my furoshiki, pulling out my extra kimono. I was wearing my flower patterned one again, so it was the blue-striped one I was now tossing over my head and shoulders like a hood.
“I’ve seen a few ladies walk around like this… it should be fine, right?” It felt a little weird, but overall it should cover my face. “I just gotta keep my head low!”
Rin didn’t look very convinced. “I guess so…”
“You’re going to get yourself killed, woman.” Jaken stated, giving me the stink eye. “Don’t expect Lord Sesshōmaru to go out of his way to save you if you get into trouble.”
I hmph’d and turned my head away. “My name’s Irene. How many times do I have to say it? Do you really want me to have Roh shake you around again? And- as much as I would appreciate his help, it’s not like I expect him to actually do it. He probably has more important things to do than rescue me every time I get in trouble. Besides, I’ve escaped quite a few kidnappings on my own, you know. I even broke out of a jail cell and escaped the guards while they were shooting arrows at me.”
“Didn’t you say before that one of them hit you?” Rin asked. “You still have the scar…”
“Not my point.” I made a face, before flashing them all a smile and waving at them. “I’ll be fine~!”
Sesshōmaru’s thoughts were impossible to read. His eyes were narrowed, but his expression was utterly blank. Shifting the kimono on my head and tossing it over my arm temporarily, I tied the furoshiki back around my shoulders. Once I was certain the purple fabric was in place, I tossed the kimono back on again.
“Ya’ll worry too much. I’ll be back in like a day or two- but… uh…”
Aha!
I snapped my fingers together, pointing at them. “If Sesshōmaru catches even a whiff of my blood, assume something bad’s happened. ‘Kay? ‘Kay.” Assuming he can even smell that far, but given last week’s events I’m half convinced he can. Man was a freaking bloodhound. “I’m literally just going in to get supplies and get back out. You don’t have to come save me if you don’t want to, though. I’d appreciate it, but, like, y’know; you do you. I’ll find a way to get myself out of it. Roh- you have Sesshōmaru’s scent, right?”
The Shikigami barked, running circles around me before running over to the demon lord, who just stared calmly down at him. Roh sniffed Sesshōmaru, then turned back to look at me with sparkling eyes. “Now Roh does! Roh will take you back to friend safely after the village.”
“Thank you~!” Roh ran over to me and jumped up, front paws on my legs, and I laughed as I gave him a few more good scritches- around the neck this time. “That’s a good boy! Okay. Welp, I’m gonna head out now.” I sent everyone one last smile. “See you soon~!”
“B-Big Sister, wait!” Before I could take so much as a step forward to start following Roh, Rin slid off of Ah-Un’s back and ran at me, her small arms coiling around my waist. I yelped, stumbling a little and barely stopping myself from falling over from the abrupt tackle. I could feel her bury her face in my back. Hearing her voice tremble, as if she was on the brink of tears, I froze, arms hanging awkwardly in the air. “Promise you’ll come back to us! O-Or I won’t let go!”
What? “Rin-”
“Promise! I don’t want you to die again!”
“Rin…” I could barely see her due to the kimono covering my head, but I tried to look at her anyway, my gaze softening. I rested my hands gently over hers, which were clinging tight to my stomach. “I promise. I’ll do my best to come back.”
“Don’t do your best, just come back to us!”
“...You drive a hard bargain, kiddo.” I don’t want to make a promise I can’t keep, but I don’t want to make her cry either. I genuinely don’t understand when or how she got so attached to me. It made me miss Shippō a little bit. It’s a little weird that I’ve bonded to both children through shared trauma. “Okay. I… I promise. I’ll come back.”
Rin tightened her grip, then slowly let go, sniffling. “You better. I’ll be mad at you if you don’t.”
“Oh!” I blinked and raised my brows, whirling around to look down at her. A small, mildly amused grin formed on my face, and I placed my hands on my waist. “Well, we can’t have that happen, now can we? Heh. I’ll be back before you know it, okay?”
She nodded, pouting. “O-Okay… I’ll be waiting for you.”
“And I’ll be missing you.”
That earned a small giggle from her. “I’ll miss you, too, Big Sister!”
“Master! Master, are we going? The lady is getting far away.” Roh’s bark caught my attention and I turned back to him with a small nod.
Looking over my shoulder, I hesitated before giving everyone one last smile and wave- my gaze lingering a little longer on Sesshōmaru than it should’ve. In truth, I was actually rather nervous about doing this, as Rin was right; the last few times I went into a village or wandered near one alone, bad things have happened to me. I found myself tugging the kimono further over my head and hunched over slightly, hiding my face as best as I could.
Everything is going to be fine.
“Climb on my back, Master!”
“...Hah?”
Roh beamed up at me. “Climb on my back! Roh will carry you.”
“Uh… o-okay.” I didn’t realize he could do that; he didn’t look that big, honestly. Awkwardly walking over, I made to sit down on his back- only to squeak when he suddenly grew twice his size, in a fashion very similar to how Kirara would transform. “Whoa! H-How long could you do this!?”
“Roh is whatever Master needs.” He stated, and I barely grabbed onto his fiery red fur before he took off, Rin waving and calling out a quick “See you soon” as we vanished into the woods. “If Master needs Roh to be bigger, he shall be bigger! If she needs him to heal her, Roh will heal her! The familiar takes the shape most fitting of Master’s soul.”
Ah. “Is that… why you’re a dog?”
“Master is very loyal!” Roh barked, and I leaned down, grabbing onto my extra kimono so it wouldn’t fly off of me. “But the other spirits’ previous master… she was most cunning! Her familiar chose to stay.”
Her familiar… “The snake?”
“Yup! Master is so smart!”
Aw, shucks. “N-Not really… but thanks.”
“Master is the smartest!”
Okay, yeah, no, he’s just gonna keep praising me. Got it.
Following the woman’s scent, we made our way through the forest. There were a surprising amount of twists and turns, and I ended up having to blast some wild demons that came flying at me out of nowhere. Thankfully, they were all fairly weak and died without too much trouble. I didn’t have to put too much strength into it, and I didn’t have to summon any other spirits.
I held on tight as Roh leapt over a stream, jumping rock to rock, and in the far distance- to the east- I could see Mount Huoh.
Memories of the talk with the air spirit, Kazumi, flashed through my mind, and I could recall the struggle I had climbing up the mountain after having been tossed down it and forced to enter a strange spirit realm. I remembered the way she pretended to be a mortal named Shizuno, and had me fooled the entire time as she tested me and tried to attune my heart.
Gods, I hope I never have to go through that kind of trial again. I’m so sick of mountains.
Looking ahead and seeing the familiar, welcoming sight of rice fields, I knew we were close. I had Roh slow down to a walk, and awkwardly asked him to set me down. The Shikigami familiar did as asked, and I gave him some good scritches and a kiss on the forehead before bidding him farewell, allowing him to retreat back into my soul.
Pulling my striped kimono further over my head, I took a deep breath, ignoring the slight shakiness as my anxiety grew, and began to make my way down the hills to the village.
When I made my way down to it, I was a little alarmed to find that it was nearly devoid of people. Most of the stores looked like they were closed down, and save for a few men there was hardly anyone outside. It was… desolate and disturbing, and I couldn’t help but look around in confusion, something unsettling pooling in my stomach.
All the villages I’ve been to have always been so bustling and active, people working hard in the fields or tending to house repairs. I’ve never seen one so empty like this- at least, not while there were still people alive.
Walking slowly, I glanced around, and had just stepped onto a wooden bridge when an elderly man, who had been looking over the river fish, called out to me. “Could it be-? A woman!”
I wasted no time in stepping to the side to avoid him, highly creeped out as I looked at him over my shoulder. “Uh, excuse me?”
“Oh, and you’re a young one, too!” Seeing me take another step back, about to make a run for it, the man laughed. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean anything bad by it. It’s just… recently, all the young women in our village have been spirited away somewhere. There’s nothing but old hags around here now.”
That was a red flag, if I’ve ever heard of one. I guess my bad feeling was spot on. I really can’t go into a village or town alone without something happening. “Spirited away?”
“Even the young men have been disappearing!” The elder exclaimed, lowering his head with a heavy sigh. “I never imagined so many people could be spirited away, especially not in a village as peaceful as ours- set in the middle of the plains. I could list the number of young folk still in our village with one hand! You best get out of here while you can, young miss, or you may be next!”
“Well…” I made a face. “That’s not good. Do you think a demon could be responsible?”
“Who’s to say? A demon, a spiteful god… these days, it could be anything.”
That’s true.
I’m only here because of a god’s mistake, after all. A walking corpse has been trying to make my life a living hell, and she was originally human. Then there’s Naraku, who is literally an artificial half-demon. And, to top it all off, I fight with the help of spirits made from fire.
It’s impossible to tell what could be causing this.
“Why,” The old man continued, “I heard a village out in the south has been ravaged by monkey spirits! Their crops have been completely destroyed. And, recently, there’s a castle town in the northeast with a powerful demon who’s been harassing the lord and his soon-to-be bride. What kind of evil spirit do you think could be haunting our quaint little village? And why would they want to steal away our young ones? I sure hope they’re all okay…”
Against my better judgment, I decided to go asking around the village about the disappearances.
After a while of asking around, I actually ended up coming across the woman that had been scared off by Sesshōmaru, Jaken, and Ah-Un, but she didn’t see me. She just ran into her house and stayed there. A little girl, about ten years of age, who saw the whole thing noticed my staring and commented that most people have been staying inside their houses recently. The child had to actually sneak out while her father was sleeping, otherwise she would get in trouble.
“It’s not safe to go outside anymore.” She mumbled, holding a kemari ball close. “Everyone started getting really scared once the innkeeper’s daughter went missing. I liked her. She was always really nice, and she always gave me snacks whenever I visited. She was really pretty, too.”
The innkeeper’s daughter wasn’t the first to go missing, but it was her disappearance that made people realize something nefarious was going on. According to the child, people started vanishing about three weeks ago. Since then, the few women and young men that remained in the village stayed inside their houses where it was safe, afraid to go outside in fear of being spirited away.
Three weeks ago…
That’s when Naraku disappeared, right?
Did the demon show up when they no longer sensed Naraku’s presence?
I knew something suspicious was going on. Maybe the demons in the area were growing more bold now that his overwhelming demonic aura has vanished? Without the big bad in town to keep all the little guys in check, all the little guys are acting up to try and take his place- or maybe they’re just pawns of his, following his orders and stirring up trouble just because they can. Whatever the case, this wasn’t good.
Hrm…
Continuing my walk, I halted only when I saw two young girls- about my age, if not a little younger- standing and talking together beside a lone tree. Judging by all the information I’ve gathered so far, they looked like they’d be the perfect next victims. “E-Excuse me! Can I ask you something?”
The girls paused and turned to look at me. One of them gasped and brought a hand up to her lips. “Your kimonos! They’re so beautiful!”
“Oh! Um…” That surprised me. “Thank you! I-I actually have something to ask. Uh, do you know about the people who disappeared? Or what might be causing them to disappear?”
“I knew a few of them, yes.” The girl who answered was quite cute, with a small dash of freckles on her nose and dark eyes. She was dressed in a purple kimono covered in yellow dots, and wore a matching yellow sash around her waist. Her black hair was pulled back with a white ribbon, and she had an orange bandana tied around her head to keep her bangs out of her face. “One of them actually had a crush on Shin! Rumor has it he was about to propose when he vanished…”
“Oh, jeez…” I glanced at the girl beside her, and noticed she was wearing a blue kimono with brown stripes. Her bangs were cut in a straight fringe and fell into her face, unlike her friend’s. She didn’t seem that upset about this, strangely enough. “He… He was going to propose?”
“That’s what everyone keeps saying.” Shin said, shaking her head with a sigh. “But I was never really interested in him. If anything, I’m more interested in hearing about Tane’s man!” She turned to frown at the girl. “When are you gonna confess? He already loves your cooking- just ask him out already.”
“B-But I don’t know how!”
Welp, this got weird real quick. It almost felt like high school all over again, where I would sit listening to my friends- or, perhaps, more accurately, the people I just hung out with seeing as they ditched me the second they had the chance- talking about their crushes and trying to peer pressure one another into confessing or asking said crush out on a date. I remember being teased about my crush at the time, even though we all fully knew that person already had someone he liked.
I remember telling them it would never work out, and that I had no interest in dating while in school. I’ve seen the toxicity and the drama through other people, and I had no interest in it. I was convinced high school relationships would never last, especially with the amount of people who cheated on one another, and with my uncertainty of if my liking someone even equaled as attraction to them…
It just wasn’t worth the risk of being betrayed and abandoned.
In the end, I never confessed to anyone and I kept my feelings close to my chest until they whittled away into nothingness. Then… my illness worsened, we graduated from high school, and I lost contact with practically everyone I had ever known. Now I’m trapped in the Feudal Era with no certain way back home, unsure if I wanted to go back home, and I’m infatuated with a stone wall of a demon lord while a panther demoness is probably lying in wait to steal another kiss from me.
Honestly, what the hell led to my life going in this direction?
It was utterly baffling, and I had to force myself to stop thinking about it. I ended up just standing there awkwardly listening to the two girls bickering, and I shifted my feet as I tugged the striped kimono over my face, debating if I should take this moment to make my exit. Unfortunately, the action seemed to catch their attention… for they soon focused on me again.
Tane stepped forward, and I jolted when she snatched up one of my hands. She looked at me with desperate eyes. “How did you get with your husband!?”
Huh? “…My what?”
“Your husband.” She repeated, blinking in confusion. “Isn’t he the one who gave you such fine kimonos? They look very expensive… and only someone who would care deeply for you would choose such expensive fabric. Or… so I thought. Ah! Are you perhaps married to a young lord? F-Forgive me, M’lady!”
Tane was quick to release me, but I just made a face and waved her off. The awkwardness was so strong I could hear a bit of a laugh in my voice. “I’m definitely not married to anyone. B-But they were technically a gift from a lord, so… yeah…”
“My goodness!” Tane brightened at my words. “Then he must certainly have his eye on you!”
As if.
I fiddled with my sleeves, ducking my head and hiding my face even further beneath my striped kimono. “I-I wouldn’t necessarily say he was interested in me. The… clothes I had when we met were all bloodied and tattered, and I did save his daughter, so… he was just kinda looking out for me, y’know?”
I’ve come to accept that Sesshōmaru will never hold feelings for me. My affection for him is painfully one-sided, and I was fine with that. He’d protect me as long as I was with his group and would look out for me to a certain extent, but beyond that we were nothing more than two people traveling together. That was enough for me.
It isn’t as though I was from this era, after all. Besides, I’m used to clinging to pointless feelings like these and waiting for them to die down. It’s just another waiting game on my end. Nothing more, nothing less.
I know I’d just be rejected in the end.
“I see…” Tane looked disheartened. “B-But, still, if he went out of his way to gift them to you, then he has to like you a little bit, right? Do you like him?”
At that, I faltered. “I-I don’t… not like him?”
Shin grinned. “What’s he like? Have you ever thought about confessing to him? There’s no wife, right? So you totally have a chance!”
“I-I’m… I’m not his type.” I settled on saying, cringing a little as I said it. I wondered why I was still here having this conversation. Ugh. Curses. I should have ran off while I had the chance.
“What’s his type, then?”
“Not me.”
Both Shin and Tane looked confused, and the girls glanced at each other before turning back to me. Tane frowned. “I still think maybe you should give it a shot… Hey, I know! Why don’t we cheer each other on!? Us girls have to support one another, right?”
I actually laughed a little at that. “Yeah, okay. Sure! You got this, miss.”
“Hehe. Thank you! It was nice to meet you.”
“You, too.”
Shin smiled and shook her head at us, folding her arms over her chest. “Look at you, making friends with a random traveler. Never change, Tane.”
“You’ll always be my best friend, though.” The freckled girl teased. “Who else can I share my deepest darkest secrets with?”
“Haha!”
Seeing them giggling away and chatting with each other, the pair reminding me a little of Sango and Maria and making me miss them even more, I ducked my head down low and took my leave. I ended up walking for quite a while, following a dirt path, only to look on in surprise when azaleas began to bloom in my vision, the many bushes of red flowers overlooking a beautiful river.
Realizing I had reached the end of the village, failing to obtain any decent information about the potential perpetrator for the disappearances, only really learning about the victims, my shoulders slumped and I let out a sigh. People were disappearing, demons were running amuck, and the stores were all shut down until further notice. Not only was something nefarious going on here, the village was a total bust. I can’t get any of the supplies or food I need for me and Rin.
Should I try and make my way back to the others since there’s nothing I can really do here? Or… should I try and take down the demon myself?
I managed to kill all those vulture demons, but it put me out of commission for a couple days since I used such a powerful spell. I should be fine as long as I stick to the regular spirits I use, like the eagle, bull, and rhino, and as long as I take care not to get too reckless then the clothes Sesshōmaru gave me will do well to protect me from harm.
I hung my head and gazed at the row of azaleas overlooking the river stream, walking down and taking a seat amongst the field of red. I draped my arms over my knees. “What should I do…?”
Maybe going back to the group would be the best option. I want to help the people in this village, but I haven’t figured anything out and I may not even be equipped to deal with this particular problem.
Not to mention that I only have a few arrows left, and they wouldn’t last long with my horrible aim.
“Irene?” I almost jumped out of my skin upon hearing my name called, and whirled around to make sure I didn’t mishear the voice that said it. “So this is where you ran off to.”
My eyes went so wide, they almost bugged out of my head. “Sesshōmaru!?”
The demon lord was walking this way, and seeing him stop just a few feet away from me I made myself stand up, staring at him in complete bafflement. His long silver hair fluttered in the gentle breeze, his left sleeve billowing along with the silky strands. Sesshomaru’s golden gaze was as intense as ever, yet… something felt a bit off about it. His expression felt a little off. He looked… soft. Gentle, even. There was a tenderness in his eyes that was never there before.
“What… What’re you doing here?” I made my way over to him, walking closer almost habitually.
This was a human village; he always pointedly avoided going near them! So why is he here? It doesn’t make sense.
Confusion painted across my features. I blinked a couple times, blatantly staring as I tried to process what I was seeing and what his reasoning could possibly be for coming here. “Did you follow me?”
Sesshōmaru just stepped closer, the demon lord as calm as ever. I honestly expected a glare or something, as that sort of question would normally offend him in some way, but he just stood in front of me, his amber eyes smoldering with…
Affection?
Wait, what’s going on? Is this really Sesshōmaru?
“Did you honestly believe I would allow you to risk your life after I went through the trouble of restoring it?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at me and moving until he was directly in front of me. I had to crane my neck back to look up at him, having forgotten just how tall he really was. I barely reached his chin with our height difference. “Are you truly that foolish?”
Maybe this is him. It’s hard to mistake that scowl, and no one else knows about him reviving me. I guess I was just imagining things earlier.
Gods, talking with those girls really messed with me…
I know I don’t have a chance with Sesshōmaru, and I never really expected him to save me in the first place- or even be as kind and patient as he has been- but it still hurts. I don’t plan on telling him my feelings, I don’t plan on ever acting on them either. I was hoping to squash them before they could grow even more.
But, like he said, “Y-Yeah. Kinda.”
I laughed weakly, fiddling with my fingers as I held them close to my chest.
“I’m not the smartest person around. But hey! Being foolish isn’t always a bad thing, right? It’s how I met you!” My foolishness got me into trouble and trapped in a room full of undead, and because of it Sesshōmaru was able to save me. “So, I think it’s kind of a good thing!”
With my foolishness, I’m sure they’ll just keep growing stronger the more time I spent around him.
“…Hmph.” Sesshōmaru gazed down at me, and I blinked, nearly recoiling in my surprise, when he lifted his right hand and brushed his fingers against my cheek. They were startlingly soft. “Irene, tell me: do you truly wish to leave?”
My words caught in my throat at his question, and I found it difficult to speak. “W… What?”
His slender fingers and sharp claws brushed lightly over my skin, and then his palm was cupping my cheek. My heart jumped at the touch, my face burning red and heating up considerably. “You don’t, do you?”
Something inside me began to scream. What it was, I wasn’t sure, and yet… I couldn’t move. I found myself enraptured by the way his lashes fluttered, the demon lord slowly leaning down so we were closer in eye level, our noses almost brushing against one another. In my fluster, my brain short-circuited and I choked up, able to feel my lips trembling out of sheer awkwardness as Sesshōmaru drew closer.
“Then stay.” The next time Sesshōmaru spoke, his voice was a startling soft whisper. “Stay with me, Irene. Continue to travel by my side.”
He… wants me to stay? Seriously?
We barely even know each other, why would he want me to stay with him? I’ve only ever caused him trouble. I… only ever pestered him with questions. Sesshōmaru was never this affectionate either- not even with Rin, who he let hide behind him or cling to his sleeve, or even hug his leg. I think the only time he’s touched my face like this was when he first revived me, but he never drew this close.
Why is he doing this?
“I shall continue to protect you, just as I have always done. So stay with me.” Sesshōmaru’s lashes fluttering once more, the corners of his lips pulled into a small smile. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
What I want…
Just what do I want?
I know I want to stay with my new friends, and with the demon lord I’ve grown fond of. I want to stay with my sister and see our family again. I want to help everyone survive and help them defeat Naraku. I want to be able to live in both worlds, despite knowing I can only have one.
What I want isn’t something obtainable.
I want to be able to not have to choose; I want to keep all that is precious to me near, and I want to not have to lose anyone in the process of gaining others. I don’t want to sacrifice my friends for my family. I don’t want to sacrifice my family for my friends. I don’t want to give up my old life for my new one.
I don’t want… to be forgotten.
Abandoned. Left behind.
And I especially don’t want to be the one doing the abandoning and forgetting.
Sesshōmaru, I…
Wait.
I don’t smell dog fur.
The smell of dog fur and the heavy forest- I should be able to smell it with him this close, right? That calming scent that always let me believe I was safe, that told me no harm would come to me as long as I stayed near it; that scent should be overwhelming my senses now.
So why isn’t it?
“Why do you bother allowing others to make your decisions for you? It doesn’t make any sense to me.”
Suddenly, the words Sesshōmaru spoke to me two weeks ago rang through my mind with alarming clarity.
“If you do not wish to leave, say so. A mortal as audacious as yourself should have no qualms in walking your own path.”
Oh.
My earlier guess had been right. This wasn’t actually Sesshōmaru.
The real Sesshōmaru would never say such heartwarming things. He would never get this close to me unless it was to save me from something, and he would never touch me like this unless it was to check whether or not I was still alive. He would never, ever, not in a million years, go near a human village, or try to convince a human to stay with him.
Most importantly… he would never encourage me to make a specific decision.
Sesshōmaru was of the mind that I needed to make my own choice, unswayed by the thoughts and wishes of others. He would never ask me to stay with him, nor would he encourage me to leave this era.
Just like how he never explicitly told me that I could travel with him, he simply wanted me to…
“Do what you will.”
What I did with my life was entirely up to me, and he wasn’t going to force me to do anything. I was just a weak human, one that wouldn’t stand a chance against a particularly powerful demon or a group of bandits, but despite all that Sesshōmaru respected my decisions.
He respected me and my autonomy.
And that’s what this doppelgänger has all wrong.
“I remained silent before…” Inhaling sharply at this realization, I felt the fake Sesshōmaru drop his hand from my face to my arm, his claws curling around my bicep with disturbing tenderness. His golden eyes glimmered with untold affection, false and unreal. “I shouldn’t have. The kimono looks truly beautiful on you.”
This fucking shapeshifter-
No sooner had he said that did my hands shoot forward, startling him when I snatched him by his collar.
Without warning, my fists lit ablaze- hot and white and bright, filled to the brim with rage, and the fake Sesshōmaru roared, the sclera of his eyes flashing red. Shoving me away, I was sent flying a good five feet back as he jumped to put distance between us, attempting to pat the fire out and failing. “You figured me out!?”
The striped kimono had fallen off my head, and as I pushed myself up, shaking a little from the way I crash landed, I picked it back up and slid the sleeves over my arms. “You gotta be joking.”
I turned my nose up at the imposter and scoffed, making a face.
“You had me during the first half, but Sesshōmaru would never say stuff like that. He ain’t the type.”
When I asked the real Sesshōmaru how I looked in the kimonos, he just stared and remained silent. He neither complemented nor insulted me, even when Rin tried to push him for an answer, and the saying “truly beautiful” is absolutely not one I could imagine coming out of his mouth, especially as a descriptor to another person.
He didn’t even say anything when I changed into my striped kimono the first time. He just placed a hair ribbon in my hand and walked off. Not a word between us had been exchanged. Zip, zilch, nada. He left me with nothing to go on.
As if he would ever tell me if I looked pretty or not… hmph.
“Furthermore!” I held a hand up and pointed at the shapeshifter, glaring vehemently at them. “Sesshōmaru ain’t the kind of demon… who would ever fall for a human! I said it before and I’ll say it again; I’m not his type! And I do not appreciate having my heart toyed with!”
A pause, and then-
“Plus, your expressions with his face is just plain creepy. So stop it.” I gave him a stern look. “It’s gross.”
“Hmph. Fair enough.” The fake Sesshōmaru grinned, bearing his fangs at me, and I recoiled at the sight.
For all the real one has glared at me or sent me looks born from irritation or annoyance, he has never once growled or bared his fangs. He never once genuinely threatened me. The real Sesshōmaru was incredibly patient with my antics, and although we had that one conversation where I jokingly asked him to kill me if the time and situation came for it, I don’t think he was actually intending on following through with it.
“My name is Mahoro.” The imposter introduced themself, resting a hand over their chest now that the flames from my Shikigami attack had smoldered out. “I am a demon with the ability to take on the shape of a person’s object of affection. I can transform into the very person you love most.”
What? Oh, gods, that’s messed up. I think I know how he managed to get all his victims now, considering Tane said one of the young men had been planning on proposing to Shin before he vanished. Also, “Wh-Who said I love Sesshōmaru!? I never said that! I barely know the guy!”
And why is my face burning so much at the thought? I can feel my heart racing inside my chest, running a marathon and trying to body slam my ribcage. I thought it was just a really strong crush, but this demon is trying to convince me otherwise. Damn it. I do not love Sesshōmaru. Right?
Mahoro laughed.
“Honestly, you accepted me with such sincerity.” He teased. “Things could have gone so well! After all, one of my other abilities is being able to read your heart… and tell you what it is you want to hear most.”
A smirk playing on his lips, Mahoro curled his claws- Sesshōmaru’s claws- around his chin.
“You’ve fallen for quite the powerful specter, haven’t you? I could’ve given you a moment of true bliss, you know. Had you just continued to play along, you finally would have been embraced by this handsome demon… before ending up in my belly. Such a shame. No matter.” Snapping his fingers, the disguise fell away- and a disgusting hog demon took its place.
Complete with tusks and horns, he wore a bright green vest with a red collar behind his head, with silver armor hanging over a beige hakama. A double-edged spear appeared in the demon’s hands.
When he spoke again, his voice was much deeper and almost gravelly- no longer mimicking that of Sesshōmaru’s low, velvety timbre, and he pointed one of the spear’s ends at me. “The only choice you have left is to surrender and let me devour you! A clever little priestess like you will make a delectable meal!”
Mahoro lunged at me, and I quickly threw a hand out, flames bursting to life, but before he could get even get close a large weapon came flying at him, slicing through his right shoulder and sending him crashing hard onto his back.
“Aghhhh!”
Hold up, I recognize that weapon!
My head snapping up, I followed the hiraikotsu with wide eyes as it spun back around. Looking behind me, I saw a familiar young woman standing there, dressed in her pink kimono and green mobokama. Her blue furoshiki was tied around her shoulders, and her long brown hair whipped behind her as she reached a hand up to catch her weapon. Her feet didn’t so much as skid against the dirt from the weight.
She gazed at me in shock. “I-Irene? Is… Is that really you!?”
“… Sango?” I could barely breathe. It’s been so long since I last saw her. I could even see a person in red running up from behind her, skidding to a stop, his dog ears twitching and his silver hair a mess. “I-Inuyasha?”
“Ha!” The half-demon let out a bark of a laugh, and he wasted no time in drawing his tetsusaiga. “Here I thought you were Sesshōmaru, Irene! You reek of the bastard!”
Huh?
Inuyasha smirked, his amber eyes flashing as he brandished his sword and pointed it at the demon attacking me. “What did I say, Sango? Irene was alive this whole time! I knew it!”
“Y-Yes…” Rage suddenly overtook her features when she saw Mahoro trying to get back up on his feet, and then the demon slayer was running full speed, lifting the hiraikotsu high above her head like it weighed nothing. “Get away from her! Or I’ll pierce straight through your middle!”
Leaping high in the air, Sango swung.
Mahoro narrowly managed to avoid the attack by rolling to the side, the demon grasping his bleeding shoulder and watching as Sango’s weapon got stuck in the ground. “Damn it; I almost had her! I didn’t think a foreign traveler like you would have friends in this village!”
Sango huffed. “Shows what you know! I’m gonna cleave that giant head of yours right off your body!”
“Don’t hog all the fun!” Inuyasha exclaimed, jumping high in the sky and soaring over and past me. Demonic energy coiled around the tetsusaiga, and with a large toothy grin he sliced through the air. “I want in on this! Windscar!”
In a large burst of demonic energy, the blade cut through the wind itself and the pressure caused several large cracks to tear through the earth.
Mahoro, in his desperation, quickly began to spin his spear, and as Inuyasha landed on the ground the demon began to rise up, the attack passing below him. By some miracle of luck, Mahoro managed to not get torn to ribbons by the Windscar. He ended up landing on top of the hill, overlooking the partially destroyed field of azaleas and staring down at the three of us from above.
Sango yanked her hiraikotsu out of the ground, and she and Inuyasha moved to stand protectively in front of me. I was so busy trying to wrap my brain around the fact that they were here- and that they were clearly very angry- that I nearly forgotten about Mahoro, and that he had tried to make me his next victim.
“H-How… How did you guys-”
“What, how did we find you?” Sango asked, amusement in her voice. “How’d you think? We were about to pass by the village when Inuyasha picked up Sesshōmaru’s scent!”
Inuyasha clicked his tongue and glared at me from over his shoulder. “Honestly, what the hell!? You reek of that bastard! What have you been doing- snuggling up to him!?”
Oh, my gods. “I-I have not been “snuggling” up to him!”
It was only the one time, I swear, and I barely even touched his arm. I was curled up against his fluffy boa, that’s all. Rin woke me up like an hour later to munch on some fish and then I fell asleep by the campfire.
“I-I’ve just been traveling with him!”
“Hah, sure. As if.” This freaking jerk. I’mma smack him. “Just stay behind me, okay? And don’t even think about using your Shikigami! They take way too much strength out of you.”
What? No, I can- “I can help!”
“I said, no!” The half-demon barked, and then he was running at Mahoro again. Quickly blocking the tetsusaiga with his staff, Mahoro held Inuyasha at bay, struggling to push back against him. “You’re too weak for this kinda stuff, remember!? Just leave it to us!”
“Are you seriously having a touching reunion in the middle of battle!?” Mahoro exclaimed, disgust written across his hog-like features, disbelief strong in his voice. “I’ll devour all three of you!”
“Ha! Good luck with that, ya oversized piece of pork!”
Sango slid her hiraikotsu onto her back, and rolling up her right sleeve she flexed her wrist and a small blade came tearing out of her armguard. Running up the hill, she shouted, “Keep him still, Inuyasha!”
“Don’t tell me what to do!” Inuyasha snapped, but with a mighty shove sent the demon Mahoro staggering backwards. “Now!”
“Eat this, you demon!”
Sango was utterly ruthless as she lunged and jammed her blade in the side of Mahoro’s neck, slicing through it. Grabbing him by one of the horns while he screamed, she continued to tear until the terrified demon had been completely decapitated, the woman keeping her earlier promise to him. Dropping his head on the ground, Sango watched with fierce eyes as the remains smoldered and dissipated until there was nothing left but bones and a large demon skull.
“Don’t ever touch my friends.” She hissed at his remains.
I… want to be happy.
I was happy, when I first saw them show up to rescue me.
But… they were treating me like I was useless.
Even when I was still sick, I could still help. It took a lot out of me, but I was still capable of supporting them with the Shikigami and healing them. I could still kill a demon or two. I’m not a front-line fighter like Sango or Inuyasha, sure, but I can still do things. It may have worn me out, but I was able to defeat an entire army of demon vultures with the Shikigami’s help.
Have I… always been that much of a burden to my friends?
“Irene!”
I wasn’t able to focus on my dark thoughts for very long. Looking up when I heard Sango call out my name, I was left to yelp and stumble back when she suddenly crashed into me, tossing her arms around me in a tight hug. Her familiar warmth comforted me immediately, and I felt my chest swell with a mass of emotions.
She nuzzled her face into my hair, holding me close. “Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been about you!? I-I thought- we all thought-! Just what happened to you!?”
My lips curled back and I choked, squeezing my eyes tightly shut as I found myself reciprocating the hug. “I-I’m sorry… I-I’m so sorry! I-I wanted to tell you, but I… I was scared, and then Kagura took me away, and I had to save Rin, and-”
“Rin?” Sango sniffled and pulled away, hands gently grasping my arms. “Who’s that?”
“O-Oh…” Right. They wouldn’t know. “She’s, um… She’s a kid that’s been traveling with Sesshōmaru.”
“What!?”
Inuyasha began to make his way down the hill towards us, sword sheathed and his arms tucked in his kimono sleeves. “You mean the little brat in the orange kimono? The one Kohaku was told to kill? I saw her fly off with you back at the castle. She’s seriously traveling with that bastard?”
“Y-Yeah.” I nodded. “That’s her. She’s been traveling with Sesshōmaru for a while now. Naraku wanted me to abduct her to use against him, but… I obviously wasn’t Anastasia, so…”
“Wait, these kimonos!” Sango exclaimed, realizing I was wearing something she hadn’t seen before. Stepping back, she pinched one of my sleeves, her eyes growing wide, and she only grew more shocked when she felt my second kimono was made from similar material. “This isn’t ordinary fabric. Where did you get these? It feels like they’re made out of the hide of a demon…”
I guess growing up as a demon slayer taught you a lot more than how to just kill them and how to process their bones into weapons. They must have used a lot of demon hides as armor, too. I mean, I know they used bones for their weapons, but using demon hides for amor?
Damn…
Sango must really know her stuff to be able to recognize it just from the feel of the fabric. She’s the sole survivor of her village for a reason, and not just because it was her brother who got possessed. She was a force to be reckoned with- having brains, beauty, and brawn.
“Uh, y-yeah!” I smiled brightly, practically beaming at the question. “Sesshōmaru got it for me! He’s been super nice to me. He even gave me a ribbon to tie my hair back with, and- look!”
Stepping back, I did a little spin, showing off how I had my hair tied back, and even touching the purple furoshiki tied around my shoulders. I slid off my bow and quiver to showcase to them.
“Everything I’m wearing is from him! I mentioned before I wanted to try archery, but I didn’t think he was actually listening. But then, one day, a bunch of bandits showed up on the road and tried to attack me, and after taking care of them he gave me these!”
Inuyasha looked deeply disturbed, while Sango was just plain baffled. “What… happened after he carried you away on that dragon, Irene? And… how haven’t you run out of breath yet?”
“Because.” I stated bluntly, grinning ear-to-ear, sliding my quiver and bow back on. I threw my arms out in the air. “I’m alive~! Sesshōmaru used tenseiga to revive me!”
“Tenseiga?”
“Yeah.” I made myself calm down a little, hands curled close to my chest so I wouldn’t start flailing them in my excitement. It was hard not rocking on my feet, though. I’m honestly surprised Inuyasha hasn’t started shouting at me for being on good terms and traveling with his older brother yet. “After Kagura grabbed me from the swamp, I ended up exposed to Naraku’s miasma. Then, thinking I was Anastasia, he ordered me to kidnap Rin. Well, Kagura found out I wasn’t Anastasia and grabbed us both. I had to kill a bunch of demons to escape, and…”
Mid-explanation, I hesitated.
“And… I had to fend off Kohaku. I-I was bleeding out really bad, and I… guess losing all that blood did it, because the next thing I knew I was waking up and all my wounds were gone. I could breathe just fine, too.”
“I-Irene…” Guilt flashed across Sango’s features. “I-I’m sorry… we had no idea Kagura had switched you two until it was too late, and… you ended up getting hurt by Kohaku again.”
“Oh, it’s fine. You know I don’t- wait… what?” My enthusiasm died down, tainted by surprise and hurt. I looked up at Inuyasha to make sure I hadn’t misheard, but his ears just twitched and he turned his head, grimacing. “You guys… didn’t realize we swapped places?”
“The mud completely covered your scent.” Inuyasha said, his amber gaze flickering from the field of azaleas back to me. “All I could smell was swamp. It wasn’t until we realized you were acting a bit weird and that Maria told us something was wrong that we figured it out.”
“We ended up making a deal with Anastasia.” Sango held a hand close to her chest, her brown eyes shimmering with regret. “We wouldn’t attack her if she promised to take us to Naraku’s castle, where you were most likely being held. She gave us some barrier stones to fend against the miasma, and after entering that place alone Inuyasha had to break through Naraku’s castle barrier with his tetsusaiga.”
They didn’t know Anastasia wasn’t… me? Even after all this time we spent together? Even though her personality was entirely different from mine? “You… know what I’m like…”
Inuyasha and Sango blinked, and they watched in surprise as I stepped back, expression twisting with pain. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was feeling at this moment, but it felt very close to betrayal.
Sango reached a hand out, as if to try and pull me back to her, to close the gap that was forming between us. “Irene-”
I avoided her touch, retreating several more feet away from her, tears beginning to sting eyes. A part of me felt like I was overreacting, but for some reason this hurt. It hurt more than anything else I suffered so far, more than any wound I’ve ever been inflicted with during my time here in this era. “Y-You… You should’ve been able to tell she wasn’t me!”
“Look, it isn’t that easy, okay?” Inuyasha snapped, expression hardening into a frustrated glare. “Your scents were muddled by all the swamp water and mud, and you two are practically identical-”
“Our personalities are totally different!”
I can’t believe this. I thought that shapeshifter was the worst possible thing that could happen today, but no. This beat that a hundredfold. Forget having my emotions played with, my best friends just tore my heart out and shredded it.
Mahoro may have tried to use my affection for Sesshōmaru to trick me, but at least he didn’t use one of my worst fears against me.
“H-How could you not have seen it!?” I cried, smacking a hand to my chest. “I’m nothing like Anastasia! I-I’m not- I’m not her!”
Lips curling back, I could feel the tears burning my eyes start to fall, and I took several more steps back away from two of the people I had considered some of my closest and only friends.
“I… I’ve been so worried about… s-seeing you again a-and if you guys were okay. I was… so scared I’d never get to see you again. But you…” Squeezing my eyes shut, unable to bear looking at their faces any longer, I shook my head and balled my hands into fists. “You couldn’t even recognize me!? O-Or recognize that she wasn’t me? Am I that forgettable!?”
“What!?” Inuyasha was taken aback, but Sango sounded horrified.
“No! Irene, that isn’t what we’re saying! We could never forget you-”
“Yeah, sure!” I laughed, backing away when she tried to step closer. I glared at Sango through the tears, a sob trying to tear its way out of my throat as I choked up. “You just mistook me for a corpse that’s been trying to kill us for months! Even if I did go back home, none of ya’ll would care, would you!? You’d forget me just like that! Irene? Who’s she? Dunno her! Gods…”
I can’t believe this is happening. Why am I shouting? Why am I getting so upset over this? I should have seen this coming.
Hiccupping, I buried my face in my hands. “M-Mud or… no mud… you should’ve… been able to tell. I-I’m not… I’m not her. I’m me. I’ve always been me. A-And I’m not… useless. I can fight. I can help. I always could, even when I was sick.”
“Hey-”
“No.” I cut Inuyasha off, sending him a dark look from between my fingers. “Forget it. I’m done. It’s not like you’ll remember me once I’m gone, anyway.”
I was never meant to be in the Feudal Era in the first place.
Lowering my hands from my face, I held my right arm out to my side- and in response to my emotions, a bright blue pentagram began to form in the air, fire blazing to life.
My voice turned cold. “I’m going to kill Anastasia, and then Maria and I are going home. Thanks for helping with Mahoro, but…”
A deep breath, a shaky exhale.
I came to a tired resolution. “I’m out of here.”
The Shikigami that burst out of the star swooped in and grabbed me with its talons, before tossing me in the air and flying under to catch me on its back. I could hear Sango and Inuyasha shouting after me, screaming my name and telling me to come back to them, but I ignored the both of them.
I just looked ahead, refusing to turn back and see their faces.
My chest… felt so cold. I had been so scared for them. I had been so scared without them. To know I was someone they could replace so easily and not even notice I was gone… hurt. It felt like I was reliving the pain I felt back when I was abandoned by my friends in my era, only so much worse.
“At least Sesshōmaru doesn’t pretend… right, buddy?” I gently ran my fingers against the eagle’s feathers, earning a concerned gaze in response. “And Rin’s a kid, so… she means everything she says. But she’ll forget me, too. Kids always forget if that person isn’t a constant in their lives.”
I’m glad, though.
I no longer have to fret about what decision to make. Anastasia will die, and Maria and I will go home. It’s as simple as that.
Things will go back to how they were always meant to be.
About half an hour into the flight, not really heading in any specific direction, everything went wrong, blades of wind suddenly flying our way. The eagle Shikigami hurriedly dodged, and I yelped as I ducked down, gripping onto its feathers so I wouldn’t fall. It spun through the air, diving low to avoid more blades and then flying high again, only to be met with a massive whirlwind.
“Dance of the Dragon!”
“What!?” No, oh gods, not this. Not right now. “Kagura!?”
As the eagle tried to maneuver and avoid the tornadoes spinning around us in midair, I squinted and searched for the wind sorceress. There seemed to be a destroyed village down below, but it was so far down I couldn’t really make out if there was anyone there. It was just a bunch of ruins and collapsed buildings.
“Where’s-” Without warning, another wave of whirlwinds came flying at us, and this time we weren’t able to avoid it. “Gaaaaah!”
A scream tore out from my lips, and the Shikigami cried loudly as it was torn away from me, its screech echoing through the sky, only to vanish in a flicker of dark blue flames. I was left hurtling through the air, being sent flying and spun around before crashing sideways into several trees, body hitting the tree branches hard as I was thrown and sent rolling into the destroyed village.
Everything ached. My body felt sore.
There was no doubt my back was a hideous mass of bruising.
Just trying to sit up became a struggle, and as I finally managed to get myself onto my hands and knees, groaning and whimpering a little in the process, I heard the sound of footsteps and an irritatingly familiar hum. Looking up with narrowed eyes, I saw Kagura smirking at me, the demoness tapping her fan against her chin. “Well, that wasn’t so hard, now was it? All I wanted was to talk…”
“D-Doubt… that…” I coughed bitterly, ribs throbbing with each breath. I winced as I sat up on my legs, wrapping an arm around my wounded abdomen. “Wh-What do you want?”
“Oh, it’s not what I want…” She mused. “Otherwise we’d be having a very different conversation. No, someone else asked me to invite you here to this… quaint little town.”
Quaint? It was totally destroyed. Now that I was actually on the ground, I could see fresh corpses littering the place. Kagura and Kanna must have gone around slaughtering and stealing the souls of all the innocent villagers here just to make a statement for when I arrived, as if to warn me that there was no escaping this time around. I had felt a little bad for her before, learning Naraku had her heart in his possession, but now? I hated her all over again.
Kagura’s red-painted lips curled into a grin, seeing the anger in my battered face. “I’m sure you know who? I’ll be rather disappointed if not. You have so much history together, after all.”
I wasn’t even surprised to see Anastasia step into view. Kanna was right behind her, the little ghost girl not making a single sound even as she walked. She just held that wretched mirror in her hands. “We have come… for your soul.”
Yeah, they definitely went around killing and stealing the souls of all the villagers.
“I tried to be kind to you before.” Anastasia said coldly, staring me down with those lifeless brown eyes of her. It was as disturbing as ever to see her look at me with that face- the one that looked so much like mine. “I had been in the same situation as you once… so I wanted to empathize with you. To let you know your sacrifice would not be in vain. But now you leave me no choice.”
This woman was absolutely insane. “H-How’d… you even know I was still alive!?”
“The spirits.” She stated, extending her arm out towards me. A red snake made of flame coiled out from beneath her sleeve, and from over the back of her hand it hissed at me. “They said your spirits had yet to leave you, and that they were not in search of a new master to serve. That told me everything I needed to know about your wellbeing.”
Kagura hummed and lowered her fan, tucking it into her sleeve as she folded her arms. “Honestly, I’m impressed; you actually managed to convince Sesshōmaru to revive you. How did you do it?”
When I remained silent, simply glaring at her, her curiosity turned into frustration.
“Fine.” She glared. “I suppose I’ll just have to ask him, seeing as you’ll be too dead to do so.”
The way she said that was a little strange, like Kagura wasn’t actually fond of the idea of telling Sesshōmaru I was dead. Why? Don’t tell me she’s afraid of him? I know she's met him before, but that's really all I know about it. Could it be she actually likes him? But why would telling Sesshōmaru I was dead ring badly for her? It's not as if he actually cares about me; he's just keeping up his end of our deal from forever ago. I had left his group for now, which meant he wasn't obligated to protect me. He has no reason to protect me, so he has no reason to be upset if I die. He only revived me because I helped Rin. It's not like he'll come rushing to save me just because he smells my blood. So why is Kagura talking like that?
I wasn’t able to ponder about the reason for very long, for Anastasia had patted Kanna on the back, gently pushing the girl forward.
Kanna stepped towards me and held up the mirror so it was facing me directly. No sooner had I looked at it and locked eyes with my reflection did a chill go down my spine, and I felt that horrible sensation of my body becoming frozen in place.
I had fallen right into their trap.
“Kanna.” Anastasia ordered. “Take her soul.”
This was it.
The mirror began to glow, shining with a brilliant light, and my body soon grew cold. Just like last time, I felt the strength start to drain from me, my life force and energy slowly being sapped away as my soul was gradually sucked into the mirror. I ended up falling forward, collapsing on my front against the dirt, and Anastasia gazed at me solemnly, something almost akin to sorrow in those lifeless eyes of hers.
“Don’t resist.” She advised, her voice as infuriatingly monotone as ever. “Forget about everything; all your sadness and your pain. I shall take it all away, until no more heartache remains.”
“Sh-Shut… up…” Damn it. This isn’t good.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I grit my teeth and dug my fingers into the ground, glaring up at the trio through tears. I sincerely hated this feeling with all my heart. I tried to will some embers to flicker to life, but all I succeeded in doing was wrapping my body in ice blue flames- as if trying to form some kind of protective barrier around myself. It didn’t do much to stop the mirror from absorbing my soul, but it did seem to slow it down a little.
I can’t just die like this. I made the decision to kill Anastasia, so I should at least try to follow through with it.
Kanna’s pitch black eyes gazed down at the mirror. It was shaking a little. “The mirror trembles, and yet… it may just hold. The strength of your soul can not resist the pull for long. Give it to me, Irene.” She lifted her gaze back up to focus on me. “Give me your soul.”
She began to walk my way again, and I wheezed as I tried to push myself back up, my limbs growing more and more numb with each passing moment. The ice blue flames were losing their grip, slowly starting to flicker away despite my desperation to keep them burning. I could feel the Shikigami in my soul panicking, but there was nothing they could do in my current state.
Kanna’s voice was a soft murmur. “The emptiness will console you…”
“Just give in, Irene.” Anastasia encouraged. “It will all be over in a moment. You won’t have to struggle to survive anymore. You won’t have to fight anymore. Stop resisting, and embrace the comfort that nothingness can bring.”
No. No, I won’t just…
I promised I’d come back to them. Rin and Sesshōmaru, Ah-Un and Jaken. I-I promised I’d be okay.
I don’t… want to… make that child cry again…
As I finally got my arms to work so I could sit up and glare directly at Kanna, about to try and gather some fire into my palm to throw, a flash of light rushed by me- an arrow piercing the mirror. Kanna blinked slowly, watching as the sacred arrow went through the glass, and I gasped as I felt her hold on me suddenly release.
The mirror began to vibrate quite violently, and Kanna had to turn away and hold it up towards the forest. “The mirror is going to burst...”
Anastasia rushed towards Kanna, outstretching a hand, seemingly panicked in her determination to stop her, “Don’t-!”
It was too late.
What large amount of my soul they took from me burst out of the mirror and flew at me in a brilliant blue light, many souls even flying to crash against what villagers weren't sliced up and bloodied. It was almost refreshing, feeling all the energy that had been sapped be restored to me, but I was still in quite a lot of pain from my fall. Heaving, a hand to my chest, sweat beading down my face, I looked up, a little dazed.
I had recognized that sacred arrow, but never had I seen it shot with such strong spiritual power. “K-Kagome!?”
A young woman walked out from the forest behind me, and Anastasia, Kanna, Kagura, and I all turned to look at her. She truly was Kagome’s spitting image, and I genuinely thought she was her from this distance despite her priestess attire, but something wasn’t quite right; her hair was much longer, her expression more intense. She looked exactly like the middle-schooler, down to the shape of her eyes and the curve of her nose, but at the same time… couldn’t possibly be her.
An ancestor, perhaps? The resemblance was uncanny. “Wh-Who…”
“I finally found you.” The woman declared, glaring fiercely at the trio who had attacked me. She gripped a red bow tightly in her hand, already drawing another arrow and aiming it at them. Her eyes narrowed coldly, a ferocity in them that Kagome rarely managed to possess. “Tell me where Naraku is.”
Anastasia’s features darkened as she recollected her composure, standing upright to face her. She was clearly angered that she was interrupted. “The spiritual power of purification… so, you must be Kikyō.”
Kikyō? Why… do I recognize that name?
“Kagura-”
“Yeah, yeah.” The demoness grouched, already yanking a moth feather out of her hair. “I’m on it! Hah!”
The three took off, and in a flash they were gone- flying far away to a place we wouldn’t be able to reach. Kikyō and I watched them go, and as the woman lowered her bow and turned to face me I tried to make myself stand. I had just managed to get back on my feet when my knees gave out on me again, and I choked on a pained sob as my ribs screamed in agony, sharp pains tearing through my abdomen.
Kikyō was surprisingly quick to make her way over to me, tucking her arrow away and running to kneel beside me. She rested her hands on my shoulders, watching as I choked and whimpered and tried to not hyperventilate. “Where are you hurt!?”
I was unable to speak.
She was quick to figure it out, though, and grabbed me by the wrists- her hands shockingly cold- before forcing me to lay on my back. “You must relax!” Kikyō informed me, an urgency in her tone despite the gentleness of her touch. “Keep your back straight, like so-” One of my arms pinned, she grabbed my left shoulder so I wouldn’t try to sit up or roll over. “Good. Deep breaths now, steady and slow. Focus on my voice. You can hear me, can’t you?”
A trembling nod, tears streamed down my cheeks.
“Alright. Just keep breathing… yes. You’re doing very well.”
After a couple minutes, she loosened her grip on me and I found myself breathless, if not overall recovered from the slight panic attack. Kikyō clearly knew what she was doing, but given that she was a priestess that didn’t really surprise me. Unfortunately, I did feel incredibly exhausted now, dark spots dancing in my vision, my head growing heavy after having my soul nearly sucked out of me, and I knew I wasn’t going to be conscious for much longer.
I was screwed.
“Can you speak now?" She asked me. "Tell me your name; who are you? What connection do you have to Naraku, that his incarnations are coming after you? Why do they want your soul?”
“I… I…”
“Yes?” Kikyō hovered over me, and as her coffee brown eyes bore into mine, I couldn’t help but think that she really resembled Kagome.
“I’m…” My vision was almost entirely obscured by spots, the world around me blurring. “I’m…”
Before I knew it, I had blacked out, unable to even say my name.
Notes:
Freaking shapeshifters, am I right??? :D
I've been waiting so long to write Minamo Village and the few chapters after it. Hehehehheh. Gods, I'm so excited. Also, WOW. Forty-one chapters, and Irene is only JUST meeting Kikyo. That's wild.
Irene is having a bit of a emotional ride right now.
BUT THAT'S OKAY. THINGS ARE ONLY GOING TO GET MORE DRAMATIC FROM HERE. MWHAHAHAHAHAHA. But, like, in a good way??? Chaos ensues. ANYWAYS KIKYO IS FINALLY HERE AFTER FORTY CHAPTERS YO WOOOOOOOO.
(Time to deepdive into previous chapters (Literally everything before the switch) because I can't remember if Irene knows Kikyo was reanimated or not. I don't think she does. She doesn't even know she's NAMED Kikyo. Just that Kagome is reincarnated from her. She has heard "Kikyo" be mentioned, but she wasn't really in a healthy enough state to remember, so it's just a, "Huh, that sounds kinda familiar" thing.)
As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! Let me know what you think in the comments. 💕💕💕 Your comments give me life. :3
Chapter 42: A Difficult Situation
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
When I awoke, it was to the smell of herbs and a slight chill.
I found myself laying on the wooden floor of a partially destroyed house, a breeze blowing in through the cracked walls. I was a little dazed, but after a while of groggily blinking my eyes open and staring into nothing, staying completely still, the memories of what had happened began to come back to me.
Mahoro.
Sango and Inuyasha.
Kagura, Anastasia, and Kanna.
Kikyō.
I had left the group to try and buy some groceries and weaponry, only to be attacked by a shapeshifter. Inuyasha and Sango came to save me, and… as much as I wanted to be happy to see them, being treated like I couldn’t do anything was incredibly hurtful, and after learning that they had mistaken Anastasia for me, not noticing until it was too late that it wasn’t me traveling with them, that hurt only worsened. I… felt betrayed and flew off in a fit of heartache and anger, only to be knocked out of the sky by Kagura’s wind.
I nearly had my soul sucked out of me by Kanna, and if not for Kikyō’s interference… Anastasia would have won. Not even two hours away from Sesshōmaru and Rin, and I had nearly gotten myself killed twice.
Am I really just a burden to everyone?
Even though I did kill the demon vultures on my own, Sesshōmaru still had to come save me in the end. When I went to fight with Mahoro, it took Sango and Inuyasha to kill him; I wasn’t able to do anything more than burn his shoulders a little bit- granted, it’s not like I was given the opportunity to, seeing as Sango and Inuyasha showed up and practically ordered me to stay put. All my strength comes from the Shikigami, so without them…
Am I even capable of doing anything?
All I wanted was to properly feed a small child, and yet it took a stranger to stop my soul from being stolen.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I made to sit up- only to hiss and flinch as pain wracked my chest, my ribs throbbing and delivering sharp pains all throughout my abdomen. My back practically screamed at me for moving, the bruises coloring me most certainly black and blue in color.
Inhaling shakily through my teeth, I squeezed my eyes shut and tapped my fingers against the floor, attempting to restrain myself and maintain patience.
It’s been so long, I almost forgot what it was like to be beaten up so badly. It’s a sheer miracle that I wasn’t bleeding. Although… even if I was, would Sesshōmaru bother coming to save me? I left the group. I’m not under his protection anymore.
Even if I was bleeding out, screaming his name, begging for help…
He’d probably just leave me be.
But maybe that’s preferable to being replaced and abandoned.
Steadying my breathing, I tapped my fingers against the floor a couple more times, trying to get a hold on my thoughts. I needed to focus. There’s no way I can get anything done or even try defending myself while like this. Kagura probably knocked me out of the sky and threw me against those tree branches because she wanted to incapacitate me.
Sh-Shikigami…
Please…
Bestow upon me your blessing.
Help me.
No sooner had I prayed did a blue pentagram form beneath me, the flames engulfing my form as the twin koi jumped out from either side of me. With their fins, they splashed fire into the air, the embers trickling down onto me as they swam in circles over my beaten form. Just like before, the flames emitted a cooling warmth, and the pain began to ebb as my damaged ribs, and many scratches and bruises, carefully mended and faded away.
As they dove back into the pentagram, retreating into my soul once more, the left koi gave me a stern look of disapproval, while the one on the right looked almost exasperated.
Letting out a small gasp, I pressed a hand to my chest and sat up, wheezing a little as I patted my body to make sure everything was back to normal. Thankfully, it was. If it weren’t for the dirt on my kimonos, one would think I was never hurt to begin with.
Gods, that had been way too close. I seriously have the worst luck.
I should have guessed that Anastasia would know I’m alive because of the connection to Shikigami. Of course she would know I wasn’t dead. With the majority of her spirits still attached and bonded to me, it only makes sense she’d be able to tell they weren’t scattered and searching for a new summoner.
“I just wanted to go grocery shopping…” I whined, slumping over with a frustrated pout. “Freaking jerks.”
Nothing can ever go my way, can it? Hmph.
What should I do now, though?
The village was a total bust and I had no idea where I was. After I fainted from the pain and from having my soul nearly sucked out of me, Kikyō must have carried me and set me inside one of the houses that had been spared from the worst of the destruction. Save for some light debris and dust falling from the ceiling, it was in pretty good shape.
When I went to wipe some dirt off my face, feeling some fall onto me from the partially fallen roof, I noticed I had been covered in ointment. “That… explains the herbal smell.”
Kikyō was definitely a priestess, so did she make the ointment to tend to my scratches?
That was really nice of her. I feel kinda guilty I went ahead and wasted her efforts by using the Shikigami to heal myself. Hopefully she won’t be too upset with me for it. I am a little surprised she chose to stay and help me, though, given that- from her earlier expression- she seemed to have a bit of a grudge against Naraku. I would have thought she would’ve wanted to try and chase after Anastasia, Kagura, and Kanna.
After wiping all the ointment off using a rag I had tucked inside my furoshiki, I stood and checked around the house, trying to find the surprisingly nice priestess.
Not finding her anywhere, but discovering a cooking pot with a handle, I decided to awkwardly grab the cooking pot for my own selfish reasons. Most of the people in the village were dead, so… maybe they won’t mind? I’ll be putting it to good use!
…Man, I can’t believe I’m resorting to stealing.
What kind of person have I become?
Coming to the conclusion that Kikyō was not in the house, I peered out the doorway and blinked, startled to see her standing about ten feet away, several small yet very long dragon-esque demons circling around her, dropping balls of light into her chest. Her long black hair fluttered around her, and with each orb that entered her body she seemed to relax and stand a bit taller, as if… they were strengthening her somehow. Replenishing her energy.
Yet, while it was a rather beautiful sight, ethereal and bright, those balls of light unnerved me.
I… recognized them.
There were no voices speaking inside my head, pleading for help or crying out in pain, but there was no mistaking it. Stepping out from inside the hut, I approached the priestess, a little disturbed and very much confused by what was happening. “A-Aren’t those… souls?”
Kikyō paused, and the demons circled her for a moment more before flying off. She turned to face me, surprise flashing in her coffee-colored gaze only momentarily before she collected herself and her expression turned cold. “You’re awake.”
“What… What were you doing with those souls?” Any and all gratitude I had previously was now gone, my shoulders tensing as I found myself growing more on the defensive side of things. There was no reason why a priestess should want to collect souls. There should be no reason why a living priestess should be absorbing them. “Wh-Why do you need them?”
“...They sustain me.” Kikyō answered simply. She didn’t seem alarmed by my reaction; in fact, it was more as if she had expected it. “My life was taken many years ago, and was returned to me without consent. I’ve decided to use this second chance to enact revenge upon a cruel demon named Naraku, the very man who caused my original demise, but without the souls of the dead this body is useless.”
The woman tilted her head at me, and I almost flinched back at the look she gave me.
“I suppose, to you, I am no different from the woman who had attacked you. Are you afraid of me, now that you know of my true nature?”
Am I… afraid of her? I…
I don’t know.
I feel like I should be- she was just a walking corpse, devouring the souls of the dead to keep on living. She truly wasn’t any different from Anastasia, who wanted to use my soul to become one of the living. But… unlike Anastasia, who has been causing destruction and hurting countless others in aim of her goal, Kikyō seemed to be doing the opposite. She could have left me unconscious on the ground to chase after them, to use them to find Naraku and enact her revenge, but instead she carried me to a hut on the outskirts of the village and tried to tend to my wounds.
She helped me. “N-No.”
Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to calm down and shake my head.
“You’re… not like Anastasia. You didn’t have to help me, but you did, a-and…”
“And?” Kikyō inquired, raising a brow. “My helping you was merely for my own selfish gain. You have a connection to Naraku, and may be able to give me the answers I need. If not for that, I might have left you. Do you still not believe me to be a threat?”
“...We’re all selfish.”
Kikyō paused at that, and blinked when I looked up, bravely meeting her stare.
“A-And even if you were only saving me to get answers, you still saved me.” Kikyō looked so much like Kagome, it was a little hard to try and hate her. She reminded me so much of the middle schooler, she just had to be an ancestor, or-
Wait.
Kagome was the reincarnation of a dead priestess. Kikyō was a dead priestess who was forcibly revived and has a grudge against Naraku. Is Kikyō the priestess that Kagome was reincarnated from? “A-Anyways, I don’t hate you! And… And I’m not scared of you. A little wary, since, y’know, the whole Anastasia being after my soul thing, but, like… hey; as long as you don’t come after my soul, I think we’re good.”
I held up a hand in greeting and laughed, smiling a bit awkwardly.
“M-My name’s Irene, by the way! You’re Kikyō, right? That a super pretty name! You’re also super pretty. It’s nice to meet you! What’re your questions? I can’t promise I’ll be able to answer all of them, since I’ve only been here for like… a little over two months, but I’ll do my best!”
Kikyō stared, then closed her eyes to let out a breathy chuckle. A smile tugged across her pale lips.
Stepping closer, she moved past me towards the house and picked up the bow and quiver that was sitting against the outside wall. She held them out to me. “Here. Take these. I went ahead and refilled your stock with what arrows I found around the village.”
I took the quiver and bow gratefully, surprised by the kind gesture. “O-Oh. Uh… thank you.”
For someone who claimed to only save me to satisfy her own curiosity, she was being really nice to me. In a way, she reminded me a little of Sesshōmaru.
Cold on the outside, but… always taking care of others.
“We’ll walk and talk.” Kikyō said as she started moving past me again. I didn’t think much of it before following her. The cooking pot was quite heavy, but Kikyō didn’t seem to care much that I had it. “There’s a castle town a little ways north of here. I’ll escort you part of the way there, but then you’re on your own.”
A castle town? Oh, heck yeah; I’m sure to find groceries there. “Sounds good to me!”
She glanced at me upon hearing my enthusiasm, yet didn’t comment on it. We just made our way out of the village and into the forest, and as we walked she began her questions. “For what reason is Naraku after you? Why does he want your soul?”
“I-It’s not really him who wants my soul.” I responded, following obediently after her. “It’s the lady who looks like me. Uh… it’s a really long and complicated story, and I’m not sure you’ll really believe any of it, but… she’s undead. Like you. I don’t think she uses souls of the dead to move around, though.”
“Oh?” That piqued her interest.
“Yeah. What I do know is that… she died a really long time ago. Using an ancient “secret” of some sort that a god gave away and was punished for, she was brought back to life. She needs to absorb the soul of a living relative to become human again.”
Kikyō hummed thoughtfully. “So, she’s your ancestor. I thought perhaps you might be her reincarnation. I could sense no life from her when we met, and if you were a reincarnation it would have made sense why she wanted your soul. But if you’re simply a descendant and she needs your soul to become human…”
I raised a hand up in a shrug. “Yeah. She kinda summoned me and my sister here to this country. At first she only wanted my sister, so she tried to kill me during the actual summoning ritual, but then she realized I had the Shikigami spirits that she lost, so she started targeting me instead.”
“If she gets your soul, she gets the spirits bound to it.” The priestess realized. “Hm… a complicated story, indeed. To return to your time, you most likely need to destroy the summoner- in this case, Anastasia. She’s been working with Naraku to obtain your soul, which means she has something that he wants… or has promised to obtain for him.”
“That’s the thought process.”
Letting out a sigh, I hung my head dramatically to the side, only to pause. My feet came to a halt, and seeing that I wasn’t following her anymore Kikyō stopped to look back at me.
I furrowed my brows in confusion, staring at her in bafflement and mild alarm. “How’d… you know I’m not from this time? I only said I was brought to this “country”.”
Her coffee brown eyes regarded me cooly. “The flow of time is different around you… you do not age like the rest.”
Huh? “What do you mean I don’t…”
Oh.
Oh, my gods. I’m so dumb.
I’ve been in the Feudal Era for over two months, but not once have I suffered my monthly. I haven’t bled, when I should have by now. Does that really mean I’m not aging? Because I’m not in my time period? What about Maria? Is she frozen-in-time as well? Will I remain unaging until we go back to our era? How haven’t I realized Kagome never once brought monthly necessities with her through the well?
Does… Does this mean I really don’t get a choice in the end?
Kikyō’s voice snapped me out of my darkening spiral of thoughts, and I snapped my gaze back up to meet hers. “I met someone like you before- a girl that does not belong in this era. She travels through time itself, in search of the jewel shards and to destroy Naraku. You being here is surprising, I shall admit, but it isn’t the first time I’ve met someone like you.”
“...Was it Kagome?”
Kikyō barely reacted to the fact that I knew of her. Her gaze just grew colder and more distant. “Yes. You know exactly who I am, don’t you?”
“You’re…” I hesitated. “You’re the priestess Kagome reincarnated from.”
“And?”
“…Th-That’s literally all I know.” Now Kikyō looked surprised, and I cleared my throat, awkwardly looking away and then back at her. “I-I only know that Kagome was reincarnated from a priestess. I… haven’t asked anything more about it, because…”
“Because, as far as you knew, I was still dead.”
I nodded solemnly. “Plus, it seemed like a, uh… s-sensitive… subject.”
She hummed, and we started walking again. “I was revived by a witch who used that girl as a medium. As our soul is one in the same, it took her soul to awaken me- and now, part of that soul is within me now. It is incomplete, however, and I must compensate with the dead souls of others to function.” So, basically, the soul was split into two, and because of that Kikyō needs to make up for the missing half. “Otherwise, my body will wither away… and the part of the original soul that I have will return to that girl.”
Kikyō would end up dying again. “I… I’m sorry…”
She looked so young, too. I had no doubt she was older than Kagome, but she didn’t look much younger than me. My guess was that she was about eighteen when she died.
Just what did Naraku do that caused her to die so tragically young?
“I don’t need your sentiments.” The undead priestess stated, facing ahead and not once turning back to look at me. “Nor do I wish for your pity. I am here now because I choose to be, and I will not return to that Kagome girl so easily.”
My face softened, and I lowered my head, a sadness gripping my heart. “I… wasn’t going to tell you to. Like I said, everybody is selfish. You want to live. I don’t… really think that’s a bad thing.”
“...Thank you.”
“A-Anyways…” Ahem. This conversation took such a weird turn. I don’t know how I didn’t realize the unaging thing sooner. I always had some of the worst cramps, but I’ve not experienced them once since coming to this era. “Long story short: Anastasia teamed up with Naraku to summon me and my sister here. She wants my soul so she can become human, and she has to take it from me while I’m alive or she won’t get the spirits I’m bonded to.”
I paused to take a breath, a bit of a depressive wave washing over me the more I talked about the situation I was in.
“Defeating… Anastasia may or may not send me and my sister home, but… I’m hoping we can kill Naraku beforehand.” Kikyō didn’t say anything this time around, simply listening and processing my story as we walked. Feeling a little uncomfortable, I continued to ramble, a hint of bitterness making itself known as I realized what I said. “Well, I say “we” but I… kind of… r-ran off on them.”
“You ran away?”
It felt so shameful saying it aloud. Like I was making a big deal out of nothing, that maybe Kikyō wouldn’t take me seriously. That she’d say my feelings were stupid and pointless, that… I was just being emotional. “O-Okay, so! There’s this whole thing- like, you saw Anastasia, right?”
Kikyō glanced back at me from the corner of her eye, watching as I spoke with a downtrodden expression, carrying the iron pot with both hands. It was seriously heavy, and my arms were starting to grow a little sore.
“We look a lot alike.” I explained, solemn yet a little defensive. “There was… this time about three weeks ago where we were in this swamp, fighting her and Kagura, and… because of the mud and swamp water our scents got all mixed up. Kagura used her wind to make this… watery smoke screen, and grabbed me and took me to the castle, while Anastasia was left behind with my friends.”
The image of Inuyasha trying to attack as Kagura flew away with me was still vivid in my mind, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. Now that I’m recalling it, they didn’t even notice the swap as it happened.
“Heck, I… I spoke to Naraku face-to-face and he didn’t notice a thing. He just sent me on a mission to kidnap this little human girl that travels with a demon lord named Sesshōmaru.”
“Sesshōmaru…” Kikyō’s eyes narrowed. “I recognize that name.”
“Yeah. He’s Inuyasha’s older half-brother. Uh… Inuyasha… being one of my friends. Who I ran away from. Because reasons. Anyways! Sesshōmaru’s actually been really nice to me, and has saved me several times- including the day we first met, but Inuyasha always got really mad at me for liking him. Which, I mean, fair. Everyone always described Sesshōmaru as this super cruel and ruthless demon, and he’s apparently tormented Inuyasha a lot growing up. A-And I know I should hate him for that, but…”
“Because he’s been kind to you,” Kikyō surmised, “you find it difficult to do so.”
I tightened my grip on the cooking pot handle and turned away, worrying my bottom lip. I could feel my eyes starting to sting. “Y-Yeah. Sometime after the switch, when I was with the little girl Naraku wanted me to kidnap, Kagura… found out I wasn’t Anastasia and… attacked me. I was already sort of dying from a chronic illness I had, but the miasma I inhaled at Naraku’s castle made me worse, so I ended up losing to her. She kidnapped me and the human child, and then took us both to the castle.”
Kikyō hummed, encouraging me to continue. It was baffling that she was just letting me talk it out like this, but maybe she was finding some of this information useful somehow. Either way, it was letting me vent out of feelings and get out the worst of my frustration. I had more stress piled up than I realized, but I had been bottling up my more negative feelings for quite a while.
It was only a matter of time before the glass bottle they were all in burst, but… thankfully, because Kikyō was here letting me talk it all out, some of those feelings were able to be poured out without a massive eruption.
I just hoped things stayed that way, because I’m not entirely sure what I’d do if the bottle cracked from all the pressure.
Taking another deep breath, I gathered up my courage to continue. “I… ended up snagging a barrier stone from this boy named Kohaku- a child Naraku brought back from the dead and has been controlling ever since- and I ran off with the little girl. I killed several demons, but ended up getting badly injured by the boy. That combined with the wounds and illness I already had… I was bleeding a lot. Sesshōmaru showed up just in time to rescue us, and… after sending us away… I…”
I bit down hard on my bottom lip, hesitating greatly, uncertain if I should truly go into detail with this not-quite stranger, before giving in as the depression grew stronger.
Hanging my head, shoulders slumping, my voice became a quiet murmur. “I died.”
The priestess looked at me fully then, turning her head with furrowed brows.
It felt wrong to say this, seeing as she herself was revived but in a way that wasn’t… true. She and Anastasia both suffered from resurrections that didn’t truly resurrect them, making them empty shells of who they once were, and forcing them to depend on the souls of others. Unlike Anastasia, Kikyō seemed to have emotion, but unlike Kikyō, Anastasia had a way to become human again.
She just has to kill me first.
But… it felt like this was part of my problem. “The last time I ever saw my friends was when I was dying and covered head-to-toe in blood, and… after Sesshōmaru revived me with one of his demon swords- the tenseiga, I’ve been traveling with him and looking after the little girl he’s adopted. He’s been really good to me. He’s been protecting me, and he gave me new clothes to wear since the ones I was wearing were totally ruined, and… even gave me the bow and quiver I have after saving me from some bandits.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I shook my head, before sighing and staring up at the sky. Kikyō’s gaze felt so intense, it felt like she was trying to burn a hole through my face. I wasn’t sure what exactly she was thinking, but I doubt it was anything good. It made it a little hard to look at her. I couldn’t really blame her if she was judging me right now, though.
“He’s been so nice for someone who’s supposedly evil. I mean, would someone who’s supposedly evil even bother reviving and raising a small child? Would he bother helping his brother’s friend? Especially since he supposedly hates said brother?” It truly made no sense. “Like, I get he doesn’t really care about me. We made a deal before, and what we have going on is kind of an extension of that. As long as I’m with his group, I’ll be under his protection- but as soon as I leave it? That protection is gone. Well… I left.”
“...Why did you leave?” Kikyō carefully asked.
“Good question!” I laughed, a pained smile forming on my lips. “Uh, that kid he’s raising- I’m honestly not sure how she’s survived so long off of random mushrooms and berries, and… the occasional fish. He has his minion go hunting sometimes, but she’s not really getting any of the nutrition she actually needs. She’s pretty thin. So… I thought; hey, I have money, there’s a village nearby, I’ll go buy some vegetables and fruit for her! Well, turns out…”
I paused for dramatic effect, making a face, before continuing the story.
“That village was being haunted by a shapeshifting demon! He tried to make me his next victim by disguising himself as Sesshōmaru. It didn’t work. I called him out on his act. Lit him on fire. He tried to attack me. Two of my friends showed up.”
“Only two of them?”
“Yeah.” It was a little weird that it was only Sango and Inuyasha, now that she’s pointed it out. It’s even weirder that the demon slayer didn’t have Kirara with her. “They were passing by the village when Inuyasha caught my scent- or, well, Sesshōmaru’s scent, I guess. Sango must have realized what was going on and chased after him. Anyways, they showed up and I was… I was happy to see them. I-I really was. I was so scared for them, and was worried I’d never see them again, and… and I was happy they appeared.”
The more I talked about them, the more my eyes started to sting, and I could feel a lump catch in the back of my throat. Kikyō noticed that I was on the verge to tears, for she slowed her walk to match her pace with mine. Her cold hand rested on my arm. “So what bothered you?”
“They…” I inhaled shakily, struggling to get out the words. Talking about my feelings was never something I was very good at. “They were… t-treating me like I was useless. I-I know when I was sick before they always took care of me; they always took care of me. Sango nursed me back into functionality so many times, a-and Kagome always brought me medicine from her era so I could breathe decently. Inuyasha defended me when he realized people were being prejudiced against me. A-And… they were all just kind.”
“But…?”
“But they were acting like I couldn’t do anything!” My feet coming to a halt, the tears finally began to fall, and I found myself dropping the iron pot as my hands began to fly about, moving rapidly as I spoke. “I-I healed them before with my Shikigami; I helped them fight against demons plenty of times in the past! I-It took a lot out of me because of my condition, but I could do it! A-And… instead of trusting me after being apart for so long, they told me to stay put and not help at all! And then, to make it all worse, they said they didn’t realize Anastasia wasn’t me!”
Kikyō was silent, simply stopping to stare and listen.
“She was probably with them for hours before they realized something was wrong, and by the time they realized she wasn’t me, I was already fighting my way out of the castle! We’re two totally different people! Looking alike doesn’t mean anything when your personalities are completely different! A-And… And now…” I grit my teeth and shook my head, trying to blink away the tears, swallowing thickly. “And now they probably hate me.”
I had said so many harsh things back there in that field of azaleas.
“I’m… so used to being forgotten. Of… having people replace me. I thought- just once- that I… made real friends who wouldn’t… a-abandon me. But they didn’t even notice until way later that I was gone. Was it because I was sick? Was I that much of a burden to them? What did I do wrong? Why…” My lips curled back and I choked, my shoulders shaking as a sob wracked my body. As I lowered my head, ashamed and lost in despair, my hands fell and grasped my mobokama, my fingers tugging and pulling at the white fabric. “Why a-am I always causing so much trouble? Why can’t I make friends and keep them? What’s… What’s wrong with me?”
“There is nothing wrong with you.” Kikyō stated softly. She moved to stand in front of me, and I sniffled as her icy hands gently rested on my arms. “You’ve done the best you could in the circumstances given to you. I’m certain your friends know this. They would not hate you over something like this.”
“B-But the things I said-”
“Were said out of pain and sadness.” She assured. I felt her draw her hands back and cup my face, forcing me to look up at her. Her coffee brown gaze, which had been so cold and distant earlier, now looked so warm and kind. “I have met these friends of yours before, Irene; they are not the kind of people who would so cruelly abandon or forsake you for someone else. I am certain that when they realized the truth behind the deception, they were overcome with worry for your wellbeing.”
I… guess so. They did seem really relieved when they saw me in Minamo Village… and Inuyasha did look pretty scared when he saw me being carried away atop Ah-Un, drenched in my own blood.
When Kikyō continued to speak, she spoke with such a tone that it was hard to argue with her, something about her voice ringing with such clarity and sureness that I felt she must know what she’s talking about. “There are just some things that are hard to notice when in the heat of the moment. You had just come out of a battle when the switch occurred, yes? They must have taken so long to realize because they were focused on following the enemy.”
“...Y-You think so?” That would make a lot of sense, and… I so badly wanted it to be true.
Kikyō smiled softly. “Your friends care deeply for you, Irene. They took care of you when others would have been tempted to forsake you. The last they saw of you was you in a badly injured state- no matter how much time has passed, that image must still be engraved in their hearts. They were not treating you as a burden, Irene, and they were not treating you as someone who could do nothing.”
She leaned forward, and my breath hitched in my throat when she closed her eyes and rested her forehead against mine. My lungs stuttered at the touch, and before I knew it my fingers moved to curl lightly around her wrists, leaning into her hold, desperate for some kind of affection and comfort.
Maybe it was the gentleness in which she spoke, or the warmth in her eyes, or even the fact that she looked so much like Kagome, but I felt like I could trust her… and the things she says. I could feel safe again, if only for a moment. “They had been afraid for you, as the you they last saw was someone on the verge of death.”
They were… afraid for me? Because I scared them when we last met?
“You have nothing to worry about.” Kikyō promised. “When you meet them again, simply be true to your own feelings. No one will blame you or hate you. Tell them of this pain in your heart, because then… they will see the real you- and not the you that they remember.”
Swallowing down the lump in my throat, I gave a tentative nod and sniffled. “O-Okay…”
Kikyō chuckled and pulled away, brushing her fingers against the tears on my cheek before wiping them away with her sleeve.
“I-I’m sorry… wait! No. I mean- thank you. Sorry. Ack!” I cringed and recoiled away from the priestess, clamping my hands over my mouth. She just laughed. “I-I have… a bad habit of that…”
“It’s alright.” She said, a twinge of amusement in her voice. “I understood what you meant. Now, wipe away your tears; the castle town is close. You flew to Botan Village, didn’t you? I saw your spirit be knocked out of the sky earlier. If you use the power of that spirit again, you should be able to make it to Asagiri Town from here.”
Her expression then hardened.
“But be wary; your ancestor and those incarnations of Naraku’s are bound to come after you again. As soon as you are alone, they’ll attack. Are you prepared to handle them this time?”
I don’t have much of a choice.
But… talking with her did make me feel a bit better. I wasn’t as angry anymore, and I wasn’t as bitter or betrayed. I just felt sort of tired- like I needed to take a good dunk under some cold water to wake myself up and snap myself out of this depressive slump. It wouldn’t be a permanent solution, but it would last long enough for me to get my rear in gear to apologize to my friends for snapping at them and running away like I did.
“I…” Closing my eyes, I inhaled shakily and brought my hands to my face, patting my cheeks. I exhaled slowly. It took a few seconds for me to gather the courage and the motivation, but once I did I was able to ball my hands into fists and hold them up near my chest, looking at Kikyō with determined eyes and a slight grin. “I have absolutely no idea, but, y’know what? That’s okay! I’ll figure it out. It’s how I’ve gotten this far, and it’ll keep carrying me through!”
Kikyō let out a small chuckle, stepping back three feet and looking down at me with kind eyes. “Then I shall wish you luck. Stay true to yourself, Irene, and should you ever again find yourself feeling such heavy concern… remember; you will always find the answer in your heart.”
I beamed at her. “Thank you, Kikyō. It was nice meeting you!”
“You as well. Farewell, Irene; although… I am certain a day will come when we meet again.”
“Maybe.” We are chasing the same enemy.
Holding my hands out in front of me, I called forth the power of the Shikigami, apologizing for earlier and asking the eagle once more for its help. It replied rather quickly, bursting forth out of a blue pentagram and flapping its wings as it towered over me. I reached out and gently pet it along the fiery feathers near its neck, before carefully climbing onto its back when it ducked low to allow me access.
I looked at Kikyō one last time. “Seriously… thank you. You really saved me.”
“It wasn’t planned.” She said. “But fate is inescapable. We were destined to meet here, and so we have. That is all there is to it.”
Well, okay. Not how I would’ve put it, but I’ll take it. “See you when I see ya! I owe you one!”
Kikyō just nodded, and the priestess watched as the eagle took off, soaring high in the sky and leaving her behind in the forest. It was pretty late into the day now, but overall I think things could have gone a lot worse. Rin is probably worried about me, seeing as I’m taking a bit longer than expected, but I could see the castle town Kikyō mentioned in the short distance.
Oh, what did she say it named? Asagiri Town?
“Think you can fly me there?” I asked the eagle. It just snorted, as if I had asked a stupid question, before nodding and taking off, flying at full speed. “Wh-Whoa! Uh, okay! Thank you! Much appreciated!”
Wait. Aw, hells, I forgot to grab the cooking pot I set down!
“You know what? It’s fine.” This is fine. “I’ll just… buy me a new one. Damn it.”
So much for carrying it all this way. My arms are sore for nothing now.
In about ten minutes, not so much as a single attack from a demon or even a very specific wind sorceress, we were able to reach the castle town entrance. I had the eagle spirit set me down about twenty feet away from the entrance behind a tree, so as to not garner any suspicion, and thanking it for its help the eagle vanished in a burst of embers and flame. I slid off my second kimono and tossed it over my head, and- after praying absolutely nothing happens while I’m just shopping for groceries- I made my way into town.
My heart was pounding with anxiety, but the guards that were at the front gate didn’t stop me. They saw me walk by and nodded their heads at me, allowing me to pass, before continuing their duty.
Before I even stepped into the town I could already hear the bustling of the market place and of the citizens as they walked through the streets, chatting with one another. It was a very lively castle town, even more so than the one Naraku had previously destroyed, and I found myself amazed by the amount of shops there were. I couldn’t read any of the signs so I had no idea what they were selling, save for the ones with their items out on display, but it was all so lively and wonderful.
I couldn’t see very many men outside of the soldiers patrolling town, however… which was a little strange. I think the only normal men I saw were young boys, no older than fourteen, or elders that were manning the shops or walking around town to enjoy the scenery.
As I decided to step in line to view some straw baskets that were on sale, figuring it would be good to purchase one to carry everything, I could hear some young women next to me whispering to one another.
“Did you hear about Akari’s brother?” One of them asked.
“What about him?”
“He was conscripted to the castle this morning! The lord’s been on edge ever since that demon’s threats. I heard that he wants to take the lord’s bride for himself!”
The woman gasped, then lowered her voice considerably. “That poor girl. Wasn’t Akari’s brother the only one supporting their family after their parents passed away? This is why the lord should’ve settled for a regular bride; why choose that outsider? Her father may be one of us, but her mother…”
“He may as well have been inviting the demon over! That woman’s only ever going to bring bad luck.”
Hold on, is this the town that old man told me about- with the demon harassing the lord and his soon-to-be bride? From what these two women are saying, it seemed to be that way. The lord’s bride… from how they described, she seemed to be of mixed descent. Half Japanese and half… something else. Gods, could they be anymore rude? Maybe it really is a good thing I’m covering my face.
Jeez…
If they saw my face, they’d probably start hurling stones at me.
Picking out a large basket I could carry on my back, I asked the price and handed out the yen. I then spent about half an hour trying to choose the right fruits and vegetables that Rin would need to eat. I’ve never actually shopped for groceries like this before, nor have I ever had to look after a child to this extent, but while Sesshōmaru kept her fed just enough it still wasn’t enough for her to grow properly. That man had absolutely idea what he was doing.
I guess it’s to be expected though- prior to meeting that child, he had completely abhorred humans and his own younger half-brother, so he probably had absolutely zero experience with raising children or even just looking after another living person. Especially a human one. He did bring that horse that died during the bandit attack for us to eat over the course of a few days, but it would be more helpful if he went out of his way more often to hunt large game.
A child needs to eat.
“Is this a pear?” It looked like a pear. Huh. I don’t see a lot of bruising on it, so it should be good. “Then… a couple of these, a few radishes… oh, and carrots. What… What is this?” I picked up an orange fruit that definitely wasn’t an orange.
“That’s a persimmon, miss.” The elderly shopkeep told me, amused by my ignorance. “Have you never seen one before?”
“I… I think I have? I just… never knew what it was called.”
He hummed at that, and I could tell he was eying my kimonos curiously- his interest definitely piqued by the flower embroidery on my sleeves. I tried to ignore it, even as an uneasy feeling settled deep in the pit of my stomach. “I’ve never heard an accent like yours. Are you from the continent? You speak our language very well.”
The continent? “Uh, sure. Th-Thank you! I-I’ll take a few of these… persimmons, too. How much would that all cost?”
He carefully counted the amount of fruit and vegetables I picked out, before giving me a price. I almost cried at the amount, but I kept it in and paid him the price. In his defense, it was a lot of fruit and vegetables I had picked out- my basket was practically full. All that was left now to get was cooking ware, and maybe some herbs and a knife.
Walking through town, I spent five minutes trying to find a store that sold cooking ware. I managed to find a herbal shop and got a few good bag fulls of them, as well as a small kitchen knife, but otherwise I wasn’t having much luck.
To make matters worse, my search was crudely cut short when a soldier bumped his shoulder against mine, sending me stumbling back, and as another soldier caught me by the arm so I wouldn’t fall… my striped kimono fell off my head and down to my shoulders, revealing my face to both men. They had been in the process of scolding me for getting in their way, but cut themselves off to stare in shock when my foreign features came into view. “You…”
Frick.
“You look like the princess.”
“...Hah?” The two soldiers shared a look, and I yelped when they both grabbed my arms, holding onto me quite roughly as they began to drag me away. “W-Wait, hey! What’re you doing!?”
“You’re coming with us to the lord’s castle.” The man on the left said, practically glaring at me. “You’re the answer the lord and his bride have been looking for!”
“Excuse me!?” First I was a criminal, then I was a sacrifice, after that I became a murderer, and now I’m a princess? Damn it, is this another one of Anastasia’s schemes? “Let go!”
The man on the right squeezed my arm hard enough to leave a bruise, and I flinched. “Shut up and do as you're told! You’re coming with us, whether you like it or not.”
“You should be honored!” The first soldier exclaimed. “Many have to wait a fortnight just to have an audience with our esteemed lord.”
This… is getting seriously ridiculous. I just want one time where I can go into a village or town by myself without anything happening. It had been going so freaking well, too. “D-Don’t drag me, I can walk!”
“I said be quiet!”
Startled and rather frightened by the aggressive shout, I shrunk back and grimaced, begrudgingly letting myself get pulled along by the two jerk-faced soldiers. It was honestly a miracle they hadn’t started smacking me around yet, like the villagers in Kasasagi Town had. Still, their grips on my arms were quite painful, and I knew I was going to have marks left over by the time whatever-this-is-all-about was done with.
The walk to the castle was rather long.
With the heavy weight on my back it felt even longer. We had to pass by a gate guarded by more soldiers, who all stared and eyed me with such disgusting looks it honestly gave me chills, and then we walked by more soldiers- almost an entire army’s worth of men inside the castle walls. Some were so young- too young to be there- while others were much older. It was alarming seeing just how many boys the lord had forcibly conscripted to feed his own anxiety, tyrannically forcing them to fight and die for him should the demon appear.
The climb up the staircase had been utterly exhausting, and the gazes of the servants as we made our way through the halls was very much unnerving. They were looking at me with eyes full of disdain, and eyes… that had already decided I was soon going to be dead.
I could hear them all whispering about it too, saying that I was probably taken in to be sacrificed in the princess’ stead, and on our way to the lord’s audience chamber we came across a young woman dressed like a feudal princess, with a yellow kimono patterned with blue stripes and paler blue diamonds adorning her petite frame. It was tied in place around her waist with a green obi and blue sash, and draped over her arms was a red robe embroidered with pink cherry blossoms, her dark chocolate hair long and neatly brushed, tied back in a single thick braid. She had two thick parts of her hair pulled to rest over her shoulders, her bangs framing her face, and her eyes were a very intense dark blue.
She was, without a doubt, the princess everyone was speaking of, but as the soldiers all stopped to bow to her, I could only stare, alarming flashing across my face as I met her stare and got a truly good look at her facial features.
Because, despite her eyes being a different color and her hair much longer, her brows carefully plucked and thinned out to match this era’s preferred type of beauty, she looked almost identical to a certain onmyōji priestess, hardly any trace of asian descent visible in her face. “A-Anastasia?”
“Pardon?” She blinked, before understanding fell upon her and she lifted a sleeve up to cover her mouth, narrowing her gaze curiously at me. “Ah, you know of my grandmother? I suppose you do resemble her… though I’ve never seen her for myself. My mother was her spitting image, you see. Are we related, perhaps?”
“Uh… if she’s your grandmother, then y-yeah. Kind of.” By about five hundred years.
One of the soldiers clearly didn’t like how I was speaking to this woman, because they smacked me hard against the back of the head before gripping a handful of my hair and forcing me to bow, practically yanking out my ponytail and earning a pained yelp from me. “Show some respect! This is Lady Diana you are speaking to! Relative or not, she is to be married to our lord!”
The woman called Diana didn’t scold the man for hitting or hurting me, nor did she order the soldiers to release me. Her blue eyes just flashed with a disturbing mischief, and I tensed when she walked over, patting the man’s hand away and grasping my chin to force me to look up at her, my hair falling freely over my shoulders now.
A tense silence fell between us, so heavy you could cut it with a sharp knife, and when she lowered her sleeve from her lips I saw that she was smiling at me- but not in a way that invoked warmth. It was the kind of smile that sent shivers down your spine, that caused your blood to chill, for you knew it was a smile that meant only bad things were going to happen to you.
Whatever it was she wanted, it wasn’t going to end well for me, and I had a feeling whatever it was it was probably going to be fairly close to whatever those maids had been gossiping about earlier.
A demon was threatening to take Diana as his wife, right? The maids said I was probably going to be sacrificed to the demon in her place. I’m not the brightest bulb in the box, but even I could figure out that meant she was going to use our resemblance to try and trick the demon into marrying me instead. Like hell I’d ever agree to that, though. I was nearly used as a sacrifice once; I’m not doing it again.
“Bring this woman to my room.” The princess ordered, releasing my chin and stepping back, her robes flowing around her with every movement, the long hem dragging against the ground. “You two have done well showing her to this castle; I shall ask the lord to reward you for your efforts. Thanks to you, my wedding will be able to continue without any trouble.”
“O-Oh!” The soldiers immediately brightened, growing flustered by the praise. “Y-You honor us, m’lady!”
“Thank you, princess!”
Lady Diana just giggled. “Come now, it’s what you deserve. Now, take her to my room; I’m going to speak to the lord about this matter.”
I did have one question though; how is Diana even here?
I know for a fact that I don’t have any living relatives in Japan- and I know I never had any from there, either. But this lady is the grandchild of Anastasia? Shouldn’t she be across the seas? Why is she trying to marry a Japanese lord?
The women in the market… said that Diana was half-and-half.
That meant she was half-Japanese and half… uh, actually, where is Anastasia from? The Americas won’t be founded for a while, so she has to be from some European country, right? Overseas trade has just begun, so… is she British? Spanish? French? Gods, I wish I paid more attention to history classes rather than memorizing just enough to pass the tests. Could she be Dutch? Wait, what even is Dutch? Is that similar to German?
Ugh, I don’t know.
What I do know is that my family had some very strong roots in European countries- it’s all pretty spread out. Maybe I can get Diana talking when she returns to her room, because clearly I’m going to be stuck here for a while. There’s way too many guards for me to try and take down, especially in castle I know nothing on how to navigate.
I’ll just have to see what these people want from me, and go from there.
If they want to sacrifice me, they’ll have to give me a damn good reason to go along with it.
…
Irene had run away.
She completely misunderstood them, and ran away. They were trying to explain that wasn’t the case, that they didn’t mean to mistake her with Anastasia. So much was happening, they didn’t pay enough attention to actually notice something was wrong, and because of the mud none of the demons or even Inuyasha were able to tell she wasn’t Irene.
It’s not that they didn’t care about her, they were just so focused on chasing Naraku’s scent that they didn’t realize what had happened.
They could never forget Irene; she was a dear friend, and Sango…
Sango truly saw her as the sister she never had.
It was pure coincidence that they passed by Minamo Village that day. Kagome and Maria weren’t feeling very well, sick from stress and running fevers, and they were looking for a place to stay. Sango had Kagome resting on Kirara’s back while Maria slept atop Saun, and Shippō kept a close eye on both. They were debating whether or not to go see if there was an inn or a nobleman Miroku could trick into letting them spend the night when Inuyasha suddenly tensed up.
“Miroku, stay with the girls.”
“What?” The monk was startled. His expression quickly shifted into one of seriousness, Miroku gripping his staff tight and turning to face the half-demon. “What’s wrong, Inuyasha?”
His entire body was stiff, his ears perked up and drawn back. Everyone watched as Inuyasha sniffed the air, a strange look crossing his face- one that seemed to be torn between concern and alarm and disdain. “Sesshōmaru is near.”
Sango had immediately stepped forward, gripping her hiraikotsu. “What!? Then… that would mean…”
No sooner had she said that did she take off running, surprising Inuyasha, Miroku, and even Shippō.
“That means Irene is here!”
She was convinced. Irene just had to be alive. She always had a way with people and even demons; she was so sweet and kind and warm, so silly and a little awkward, so stubborn and gentle and fierce. It was impossible to not like her. It was impossible to not care for her. The headman of Kasasagi Town fell for her, and Tōran the panther demon, who had tried to sacrifice her, came to love her.
So Sango had no doubt that Irene would have brought Sesshōmaru to her side as well. He saved her so many times- he must have taken her away from Naraku’s castle for a reason.
He must have wanted to help her.
Only a demon with a compassionate heart could ever hope to use the tenseiga. Sesshōmaru was cold, ruthless, and cruel… but he saved Irene. Sango had no doubt that he must have wanted to keep her alive. To care enough for someone to want them alive… is probably start of Sesshōmaru obtaining a compassionate heart.
So wouldn’t it make sense for him to use the tenseiga?
Irene… please, be alive!
Sango ran through the whole village, looking around for any sign of the brunette. Before long, she had found herself in a field of azaleas, and there she saw a young woman dressed in a blue kimono standing across from Sesshōmaru.
Only… that demon wasn’t actually Sesshōmaru, for he soon transformed into something else- a demon far more hideous and grotesque than the elegant and deadly beautiful demon lord.
Sango could only see the back of the woman, but the dark chocolate hair color was so familiar, and while she did seem a little thinner she seemed to be about the right build. When Sango saw the demon try to lunge at the lady, the demon slayer didn’t hesitate- running forward and throwing the hiraikotsu at full strength, slicing the demon’s shoulder. As her weapon doubled back to her, Sango saw the woman turn-
And as those warm brown eyes met hers, wide and innocent as ever, her thoughts showing clearly on her face, Sango’s heart thumped in her chest. It was her.
It was really, truly, “I-Irene?”
Oh, if only things didn’t go bad from there.
Sango and Inuyasha weren’t expecting her to grow so upset from being told to stand back, and they really weren’t expecting her to misunderstand them when they said they didn’t notice Anastasia had taken her place. Sango wished she had explained things a little better. If she hadn’t said what she did, Irene might not have gotten so hurt and ran off like that.
And now… Inuyasha and Sango were trying to explain to Maria, who had just broken her fever, that her younger sister was, in fact, alive, and that it was no speculation but the honest truth, and that they encountered her, only to… create a misunderstanding and cause her to run off.
Understandably, Maria was pissed.
At the same time, though, it was a… rather calm anger compared to what they were used to.
Sitting on a futon, leaning against Saun’s side, Maria brought a hand up and pinched the bridge of her nose, furrowing her brows and letting out a shaky, frustrated sigh. “Of course she did. Irene is… timid. Anxious. Afraid of… alone- er, alone-ness?”
In her weak state, Maria’s language skills were failing considerably. Translating her thoughts and words into Japanese was quite difficult.
Shippō handed her a canteen of water, which she took gratefully and swallowed a few gulps of before trying to speak again, staring down at the object with pained eyes. “Irene… doesn’t want to be alone. Fears it. Has… no friends at home. Only me and… family.”
Her hazel eyes were intense as they flicked up to gaze at the group, a small frown tugging at her lips as she gazed at Inuyasha, Sango, and Miroku, and then Shippō, Kirara, and the still somewhat feverish Kagome.
“You… You’re the first friends… she’s had in a long time. Losing you… being lost by you… scares her.”
It was a little hard making sense of what Maria was trying to say, but they understood the gist of it. Miroku figured it out the fastest, an understanding dawning on him as his blue eyes gazed at the freckled woman. “Irene thinks she’s been abandoned. And… ah, you know what?”
He brought a hand to his chin, furrowing his brows in thought. Everyone turned to look at the monk.
“This reminds me of what Irene said to me, Sango, and Shippō back on Mount Huoh, after she passed the air spirit’s test. She said she was scared of being useless, of not being able to help and frequently worrying that she might make us mad.” Miroku snapped his head up and whipped around to look at Inuyasha and Sango. “She had such a strong guilt complex back then, believing herself to be at fault for everything. If you told her not to help or not even try to use the Shikigami…”
Inuyasha flinched a little, his dog ears twitching as he turned away, clearly uncomfortable beneath Miroku’s accusing stare.
“Even if it was said out of worry…”
Sango closed her eyes, guilt painting across her features, and Kagome coughed lightly into her fist. The middle schooler looked up at the pair, sad yet understanding. “You played into that fear…”
“What!?” Shippō was horrified. He climbed onto Maria’s lap, staring at his friends in disbelief. “How could you guys do that!? You know how sensitive Irene can be!”
“That’s not even the worst part.” Sango lamented, her shoulders slumping as she brought her arms up to hug herself. “Irene said that even if she did go back home, we’d just forget her. But… that isn’t true. We could never forget Irene. At least, I know I wouldn’t be able to…”
“Agreed.” Miroku nodded his head firmly, his blue eyes burning with determination. “Irene has become a very dear friend to all of us. Knowing she’s alive is a huge relief from the grief that has been weighing down on our hearts, but we can’t just let this misunderstanding fester. I suggest that as soon as morning comes, we head out in search of her.”
“Yes!” Sango nodded fervently, very much on board with this idea. “It’s too dangerous for her to be traveling alone! That demon even impersonated Sesshōmaru, so who knows what other kinds of danger she’ll get in?”
“Kagome and Maria need to rest for the night,” Inuyasha said, thinking deeply as he folded his arms into his sleeves, “but I should still be able to follow her scent in the morning. It’ll be faint, but I can pick it up- especially since she reeks so strongly of that bastard.”
“I really hope Irene is okay.” Shippō murmured, fiddling with his hands. “She’s tough, but what if she runs into a really strong demon? Or gets ganged up on again? I’m really worried…”
Kagome gave the boy a small smile. “I’m sure she’ll be just fine, Shippō. Irene is pretty resourceful. She’ll be able to hold out until we get to her.”
“Y-Yeah… true. Irene is super smart! She held out against the panther demons all on her own!”
“See? She’ll be fine.”
Maria was silent as she watched this exchange, observing them as they talked and discussed the feelings of her younger sister and how much they cared for her. How far they were willing to go out of their way in this kill-or-be-killed world to find her and clear up this painful misunderstanding.
How Irene cared for and loved them so much, that she actually ran away by herself from the heartache and fear of being abandoned. Irene, who used to be so submissive and meek that she would have just stood in place and quietly suffered alone, standing in the crowd, without uttering a sound or having the courage to run off.
If they went back home, to their era, would Irene… really be happy?
…
Before the men could yank me up onto my feet and drag me away, I snatched up my hair ribbon and shoved it into my sleeve. Sesshōmaru had given me that hair ribbon, and I wasn’t about to lose it anytime soon- common accessory or not.
I ended up suffering a few more stares and whispers, and the bruises that were blooming along my arms were doubling in number by this point, but I tried to ignore it. As it turns out, Diana’s room wasn’t that much fancier than the usual guest rooms I had stayed in while traveling with Sango and the others, but it was much larger and decorated with simple furniture and various calligraphy paintings.
The soldiers practically threw me to the ground, and I yelped when they yanked the basket of food and quiver of arrows off my back, almost taking my striped kimono with them if I didn’t grab onto it in time. “Hey-!”
“You won’t be needing this.” The first one sneered, holding the basket up out of my reach. He laughed. “We’ll consider this a donation to the castle.”
“What!? Oi!” Okay, now I was mad. “I bought that fair and square! Give it back!”
Pushing myself onto my feet, I lunged at them- but the second soldier was quick to slam his fist into my stomach, winding me and knocking me to the ground. “Be quiet, wench! Your only concern should be serving the princess. Stay here obediently and wait for her return.”
Damn it…
Hunched over, I wrapped an arm over my aching abdomen, glaring up at the two men through tears. I wanted to summon the Shikigami and burn them so I could take the basket of food and arrows back, but doing so would probably only alert the other guards patrolling the halls. I needed to keep a low profile.
Worst case scenario, the Shikigami will be my trump card. I can’t reveal them just yet. When the time comes, I’ll attack and get it back.
Rin needs that food, and… Kikyō was really kind refilling my quiver for me.
“I hope ya’ll step on legos.” I cursed, but because of the last part being so strongly English they didn’t quite understand. “A-Actually, no! I hope you get rocks stuck in your shoes!”
The one soldier just kicked me in the chest to knock me on my back, and then they left, laughing to themselves about what good fortune they had. Bastards. It was a good thing they hadn’t beaten me to the point of spitting blood like the last few times I was captured or dragged away, but I was getting seriously sick of this kind of treatment. It was just me left now, with a pair of different soldiers guarding the door to the princess’ room.
It was a waiting game I was being forced to play, and I could see the sun setting from the window nearby.
By the time Diana showed up, it was practically nightfall. She was accompanied by two female servants, both of whom kept their heads held low. Walking forward, Diana approached me, unperturbed by the glare I was sending her way. She spent a few moments observing me with curiosity in her gaze, intrigued by our resemblance.
“Your name.” She ordered.
I turned my nose up at her. “Irene.”
“Irene…? That’s an interesting name. Are you my uncle’s child?”
Huh? “Uncle? You have an uncle?”
“Yes.” Diana folded her hands into her sleeves, frowning at me and narrowing her eyes. It disturbed me, almost more than whenever I see Anastasia, as she looked so similar to me but had blue irises instead of brown. Whilst Anastasia could have passed for my twin, Diana looked more like the half-sister I never had. “He went overseas back to Grandmother’s homeland sometime after my mother’s death. Fortunately, despite being abandoned by my uncle, the lord of this castle heard tell of my beauty and decided to take me in as his bride.”
Anastasia’s homeland… aha! I get it now.
I must be descended from her uncle. But then, does something happen to Diana? Or maybe to her descendants? “I mean… yeah. You could… s-say that.”
“That would explain our resemblance.” She hummed.
Diana’s eyes observed my features closely, before drifting down to gaze at my kimonos. The way her face lit up at the sight of them was quite disturbing. I found myself grabbing onto them, pulling them closer to me in a surge of protectiveness.
The woman moved to kneel in front of me, a sleeve lifted up to her lips. Her eyelashes fluttered. “What beautiful kimonos…”
“…They were a gift.”
Her lips curled into another unnerving smile. She spoke over her shoulder to her attendants. “Girls, prepare a bath for our guest. She’ll have quite the journey to make tomorrow.”
“What?” I don’t like the sound of that. “Wh-What’s tomorrow? What journey?”
Is she seriously planning on sacrificing me to some random demon just so she’d be safe?
“What’d you want me to do?”
Diana’s smile broadened. “Nothing too difficult. I just want you to act as my double. I’m supposed to be getting married in the morning, you see- but an awful demon has been making threats. I want you to act as my double during the bridal procession.”
Procession… what the hell is a bridal procession? “And what makes you think I’ll be going along with this?”
“Well…” Her lashes fluttered. “You want your things back, don’t you?”
Oh, this bitch. “You’ll really give me my things back if I do this?”
“…Of course.” She flashed me a closed-eye smile, holding a sleeve up to her lips again. “Simply return to the castle, and all your things shall be returned to you.”
Diana isn’t telling me everything. I know she isn’t telling me everything, because I heard everything from the maids on the way here. “What… kind of threats?”
“What kind do you think?” The so-called princess asked. “He wants to make me his bride instead of the lord’s. I can’t blame him, of course, but it’s very inconvenient. So I’ll be using you as my replacement. I trust you understand?”
What I understand is that she’s sending me to the demon in her place. I doubt she’s even having a procession at all for her own wedding unless it’s in town. Diana wants to send me to the demon so she doesn’t have to deal with the consequences of defying him…
Because we look so similar, she’s hoping he’ll settle for me instead.
Hah… I can’t stand two-faced jerks like her.
“Fine. I’ll just kill ‘em and come back.” I pushed myself up onto my feet and patted some of the dirt off my kimonos, giving the princess a cold look. “Easy enough.”
Diana’s eyebrows rose. “Oh? You’ll kill him?”
“Yeah.” I turned to face her completely, resting my hands on my waist. “He’s not my first demon. I killed a whole horde of demon vultures the other day.”
Her gaze landed on the bow on my shoulder. “How fortunate. You’re more capable than I was expecting. Very well. Kill the demon and come back alive, and we shall not only reward you for your efforts, but we shall return your things as well. Now, if you will…”
She gestured to her attendants, and they were quick to walk over and grab me by the arms. I could feel Diana’s eyes on me as they escorted me out of the room and down the hallways, and I was left to wait in the cold, forced to undress and clean myself with a rag, as they prepared the bath.
As one heated the bath, the other poured what looked to be medicinal herbs into the hot water. It was extremely uncomfortable being exposed to these strangers, but it was even more uncomfortable when the one lady practically dragged me into the bath and, after forcibly rinsing my hair, started rubbing some kind of soaked bag against it.
Overall, it felt rather violating. If it was Sango or Kagome, I wouldn’t feel so uncomfortable, but I didn’t know either of these women.
When the bath was done, they took my kimonos and bow away, despite my protests, and dressed me in some fine robes. Afterwards, they guided me to a guest room that was surrounded by guards- clearly to stop me from attempting any kind of escape. Gods, this was the worst. I had to hold my hair ribbon in a death grip just to prevent it from being taken away, and I tied it around my wrist afterwards to make sure I wouldn’t lose it.
I hated everything that was happening.
“You will spend the night here, and take another bath in the morning.” One of the attendants spoke. Their gazes were distant and cold. “We will prepare you for the bridal procession after.”
Guess they’re not gonna feed me, judging by what they’re saying. Rude. “What, no breakfast? Not even a “thank you for doing this against your will” dinner?”
They just stared at me, then turned around and left.
Jerks.
For dressing me up like a princess, they sure aren’t treating me like one. This is Shiori and the demon bats all over again. I’m just a freaking sacrifice to these people. They better keep their end of the deal, or I’m setting fire to this place. I don’t care anymore. I’m tired of playing nice.
Being nice… only ever gets me hurt.
Taking a seat on the futon that was laid out, I sighed and fell onto my back, lacing my fingers over my stomach before fiddling with the hair ribbon around my wrist. I stared tiredly up at the ceiling, wishing more than ever I was back in the forest with Sesshōmaru and Rin.
I tried to hope nothing would happen, but I really can’t go anywhere on my own without chaos ensuing.
Maybe the gods have it out for me.
Wouldn’t surprise me, especially since it was my ancestor that rewrote time. This is going to be such a long night. I’m not going to be able to sleep at all. My stomach keeps rumbling, too. What a pain.
Unsurprisingly, I spent the night tossing and turning.
When the attendants came to wake me this time, they didn’t even offer me a small bowl of rice to eat. They just dragged me back to the baths, forcibly undressed me, and shoved me into the water. One of them combed camellia oil into my hair, and then took me back to the room where even more attendants were waiting to start dressing me up.
There were three kimonos they put me in: a colorful and vibrant kimono with various flower patterns, a white kimono with subtle flower patterns, and then a pure white one with somehow even whiter flower patterns that… I think was called a shiromuku? After painting my lips red, patting on some light foundation, and coloring the corner of my eyes scarlet, they draped some kind of hood over my head and shoulders, one that I wasn’t really sure if it was supposed to be a katsuki or a wataboshi.
I felt utterly ridiculous.
All these years convinced I was never going to marry or be in a relationship, and now here I am… dressing up as a sacrificial bride against my will because someone doesn’t want to tell the demon “no” outright. Which, I mean, I guess is fair- he’d probably attack the town if she refused him, but she didn’t have to force me to do this.
Diana could have just asked for my help. Not that I would have necessarily accepted, but, y’know, at least I would have had a choice. I’m so sick of not having a choice. It’s so frustrating and upsetting and it… just makes me more worried that I’ll be forced to leave the Feudal Era.
This is so dumb…
I didn’t agree to any of this. I just want my things back.
I want my kimonos…
I could feel the hair ribbon brush against the inside of my sleeves, carefully hidden from view of anyone who would dare snatch it from me. The maids didn’t seem to care, seeing as I was just a sacrifice for their princess anyways, but I was paranoid. They’ve already taken so much from me.
I don’t want to be here.
Hearing the door slide open, I blinked and looked up, and all the attendants quickly bowed. Diana walked in, head held low, following behind a man who couldn’t be older than thirty. Based on his attire and the way he had tied up his hair, he was most likely the lord she was supposed to marry. He wasn’t the prettiest guy around, that was for sure, but he could look a whole lot worse- and, in all honesty, that mustache was not working for him. I could feel a chill going down my spine as he stopped to stare at me, his dark eyes raking my form.
“You truly do resemble my bride.” He commented. “How remarkable…”
“She’s perfect for the demon, isn’t she, my lord?” Diana asked, her blue eyes sparkling, though there was something uncomfortable about her tone and the way she looked from her betrothed to me and back at him. Like she felt… threatened, somehow.
“Yes…” He rubbed his goatee. “Even for a monster, he would have to be out of his mind to turn her away. Cleaned up and dressed like this… she’s quite the beauty.”
Uh, what? I think I heard a massive compliment, but the way it was said sounded quite disrespectful and sleazy. “I want my things back.”
“And you’ll get them.” Diana promised. “After you return from dealing with the demon.”
Hmph. Judging by the way she said that, she clearly wasn’t expecting me to come back.
“You two- take her to the palanquin.” The lord ordered, tossing his arm out to the side as he spoke to two of the five women that had been tending to me. “And ready the escorts. It’s time for my own bride to prepare for our wedding.”
Thankfully, no one forcibly grabbed me this time around. I was left to carefully, and quietly, follow them through the halls and out to the front of the castle, where there were at least twelve people waiting.
Four men on each side of the palanquin, ready to carry it, and a bannerman at the front prepared to lead the way. There were two soldiers near the back beside a pair of horses who had various gift boxes strapped on their backs, and one of the attendants was instructed to walk alongside the palanquin as a show of “loyalty” to convince anyone and everyone that the princess was inside.
Once I was inside the palanquin, I was given the order to not show my face to anyone except the demon in question, a man named…
Ryūno.
As long as he’s not any more powerful than Kagura, I should be able to pull this off fairly well. I fought her once and managed to leave a nasty scar on her face for quite a while, and I’ve dealt with a multitude of demons on my own, so… worst case scenario, I ask the dragon for help and then ride Roh or the eagle back to the castle.
I wanted to smack Diana silly for blackmailing me, but that wasn’t something I could really do without sending the entire castle after me. If killing a cruel demon was all it took to get my things back, then that’s what I’ll do.
Although…
It would be nice if I didn’t have to do all this alone. I guess this is what I get for misunderstanding and snapping at my friends- if… they’re even still willing to be friends with me.
Sango… Inuyasha…
I really screwed up. I’m sorry.
Letting out a sigh, I leaned back into my seat and gazed out the window to the side, lifting a hand up to push the curtain aside. From the looks of things, we were heading out into the forest. My left hand curled into a fist, gripping at the pristine wedding kimono I was wearing. I could feel the hair ribbon slide down to my wrist from where I had pushed it up near my elbow earlier. I tried to gather courage from it, silly as it was.
If I didn’t ask any questions… Diana would have just sent me straight into the demon’s lair without telling me.
She didn’t even have the decency to give me back my bow and arrows, despite my telling her that I would try to kill the demon. That woman probably didn’t even believe me and was just sending me off to be married to him in her place.
But that isn’t how this is gonna go.
I refuse.
Stay calm, don’t panic, be patient…
Until we reach the destination, wherever that is, I just have to sit here and wait, keeping my face hidden. Ryūno will get close to me and when he tries to take a look at my face, I’ll grab hold of him and melt him with the Shikigami, just as I’ve done to many demons in the past. He may get a hit on me in the process, but as long as it isn’t an immediately fatal wound I can easily heal up- the koi fish be willing.
I fiddled with the hair ribbon, taking a deep breath.
There’s no way I’ll allow myself to be sacrificed like this- and there's especially no way I’ll allow myself to be married to some stranger.
That… was the plan, anyways, but the men outside started screaming without warning, and I ended up screeching as the palanquin dropped roughly to the ground. Half fallen against the seat, I snapped my head up and moved to lift the curtain to see out the window. “H-Hey! What’s going on!?”
“Demoooons!”
“Run!”
The escorts had all abandoned me, and the poor woman serving the role as my attendant cried and screamed as several worm demons came flying at her out of the sky. From what I could see, most of the escorts were suffering similar fates, bloody and grotesque as they were all killed and devoured.
There were so many demons- more than I could ever hope to count. They looked a lot like the hordes of demons I saw guarding Naraku’s castle.
Did they really find me that fast!?
When several blades of wind came crashing into the palanquin, collapsing the ceiling and causing debris to come falling down around me, I let out another shriek, having obtained my answer. Blood splattered against the curtains, and then the top of the palanquin was sliced clean off by even more blades, splinters of wood shooting everywhere.
I ducked down and covered my head, biting back a scream as the palanquin shattered and splintered apart. I could feel some larger pieces of wood hit hard against my back and scrape my knuckles, and a sharp piece of debris lodged itself into my arm. It took all I had to grab hold and yank it out, blood pooling out of my flesh and staining the beautiful white bridal kimono I was wearing.
No, no, no, no, no!
This wasn’t supposed to happen. They weren’t supposed to show up so soon. I thought they’d come after me when I was making my way back to my travel party.
I need to get out here.
Shaking, I struggled for a moment to try and stand up, pushing my way through the debris that had fallen onto me. Picking myself up and grabbing the hem of my kimono so I could maneuver more freely, I tried to step over the mess, the white hood I was wearing falling from my head and onto the ground.
The soldiers’ screams rang in my ears and I flinched, only to force myself to look at the bloodbath before me.
Th-They're seriously eating them…
Oh gods, I think I'm going to be sick.
It’s been a while since I last did a vocal prayer, but here we freaking go. “F-Flame burning bright…”
I knelt down and clasped my hands together, focusing all my energy into an attack. A glowing red pentagram formed beneath me, shining almost blindingly as an animal started to take form. I held my hands up, palms facing outwards in the direction of the chaos. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, blinking away all the tears that were blurring my vision.
“Turn into a sword of wrath!”
Instead of the usual rhinoceros or ox, the flame became a large dog. I watched with bated breath as the transformed Roh lunged towards one of the many demons, letting out a large howl before biting deep into its neck.
I let out an exclamation of triumph before getting up and trying to run towards one of the soldiers still alive. They may have been cruel to me, but gods damn it I’m not mean enough to just let them die in front of me.
Sh-Shikigami! Attack!
I threw my arm to the side, a large burst of red flame shooting out of my palm towards a centipede demon that was lunging at us.
Again!
I felt a short flash of relief when the flames hit the beast square in the chest, sending the demon flying back, and as I reached out to try and summon the koi fish to heal the wounded man a large hand suddenly slammed hard into my side. I wasn't given any time to react as I was sent hurling through the air, body crashing hard against a tree trunk.
In the end, I was left gasping, winded from the blow, and I slunk down to the ground.
Something wasn’t quite right with my right leg. Was it broken? Oh, gods, I think there’s a large piece of wood stuck in my shin. Coughing into my shoulder, the taste of iron caught on my tongue. All the air I had previously was now gone, but I still had some energy left. I couldn't move, but I could still attack.
O-One more…
Maybe I could use my remaining strength to heal all the wounded, but wouldn’t they all just be taken down again? They weren't very skilled or practiced against demons. I was the most advanced fighter here and I couldn't do very much without help. I was the support, not the offense. People protected me and I kept them alive; that was my role. This… was not my thing. And even if I did use what strength I had left to revive them, they would just abandon me to be killed. They wouldn’t help.
I'm scared.
O' flame burning bright… ch-change form…
I was so dizzy. It was hard to concentrate. The army of demons seemed to double into even more, and they were all getting closer. I could see Kagura making her way to the forefront of them all, her fan snapping shut as she pressed it to her lips with cold, tired eyes.
...at my call…
Anastasia was right beside her, Kanna coming up from behind. They just need to come a little closer. The second they attack… the recoil will hurt them as well.
The warmth from the red flame tickled my fingertips, and my body felt warm from the build up of spiritual energy. I sort of wished it was holy spiritual energy, as my attacks would be far more painful and strong, but it wasn't. It was a life force.
Everything hurts…
No, stay focused. Don’t look at the mirror. I need to concentrate.
Why does everything always go so wrong?
I just wanted to help Rin, but this is what I get? Blackmailed into acting as a sacrifice? Being continually hunted down by Anastasia and Naraku’s incarnations? There’s no way I’m going to be able to fight Ryūno like this.
Am… I really going to be forced into becoming some random demon’s wife?
I glared at the trio through hazy vision, but Kagura just smirked at me. “Yo.”
“Yo, yourself.”
“You’re surprisingly easy to track down.” She commented. “Thanks for making things simple. Now- you two; hurry and get it over with. That priestess might show up again.”
Anastasia stepped forward, brown eyes identical to my own yet completely unfeeling as they bore into my own. “Kanna.”
Don’t look at the mirror. Don’t look at the mirror.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I turned my head away, only to blink away some tears as I glared into the forest before me. Gods, what did I do last time? Make some kind of barrier? Is that a thing I can actually do?
It might be the best option I have at the moment.
My skull throbbed intensely, my head having sustained a rather nasty concussion from how hard I had hit the tree. Everything was blurring in-and-out and… I wasn't sure I would even last long enough for them to kill me. I had hoped things would have gone by quickly and without trouble, but I really should have known better. With my luck everything always goes wrong.
Sesshōmaru…
No, don’t think about him; he won’t come for me. I was on my own.
I have to do this on my own.
Trying to guide the flames to wrap around my body in a protective circle, they flickered red and then blue. Kanna was unperturbed as she stepped forward, holding up the mirror and facing the glass towards me. I kept my eyes pointed away.
"Your soul…" The girl murmured quietly, voice barely above a whisper. "Give it to me."
At her command the mirror began to light up.
A cold washed over my form. I wasn’t looking at my reflection, and yet it seemed to lock me in place. Kanna moved closer, only to suddenly vanish, and I blinked, alarmed, only to freeze when she appeared right in front of me, the mirror held up to my face.
She got me.
“Rest now.” The demon child murmured. “Give your soul to me… and sleep.”
Notes:
If Kikyo is out of character I will cry.
Girl just be trying to live her best undead life, helping people and trying to find a place to settle down in, while getting in a little bit of girlboss revenge on the side. She's a good person, she's just also very bitter. I have such mixed feelings about her, lol. I like her more when she's not around Inuyasha or Kagome, because she just turns really mean. But that's just me. She died super young without ever having a chance to really live for herself.
And when the jewel granted her wish to have a normal life, reincarnating her as Kagome, she was revived by Urasue (definitely not how that's spelled) and ended up having a bit of a grudge towards Kagome because she's who she always wanted to be and actually gets to BE with Inuyasha. But she doesn't want to go back to her, because she wants to LIVE her own life without being bound to another, but knows she can't truly live because she's already dead. Tragic Priestess indeed.
Like. She's EIGHTEEN. That's so BABY. T_T Being twenty-four now has me looking at everyone like, HOW!??? WHY!??? NARAKU GET OVER HERE SO I CAN PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE AND GIVE HITOMI HIS BODY BACK. Can I just adopt everyone???? I want to adopt everyone.
ANYWAYS DIANA IS FINALLY HERE AND RYUNO IS SO CLOSE DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY YEARS I HAVE BEEN WAIIIIITING FOR THIS ALSKJFLDKJLFDKJFLDKJKLDJKLDKJD (goes absolutely feral and starts frothing at the mouth) HERE WE FREAKING GO THE PIVOTAL ARC THAT MAKES IRENE MAKE UP HER MIND FOR GOOD.
As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! Let me know what you think in the comments. 💕💕💕 Your comments give me life. :3
Chapter 43: Ryūno: The Great River King
Notes:
I was listening to "Prayer, Wish" from the second movie OST, and MAN does it give the beginning of this chapter an extra layer of... something. It was just very satisfying to proofread to.
That said, why is it so hard trying to find information on the Muromachi Period 😭
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Sesshōmaru had become absolutely convinced, more than ever, that while Irene possessed great power through the spirits bonded to her soul, able to summon powerful creatures and create an explosion so massive it wiped out over thirty demon vultures at once- the woman even being able to commune with his esteemed father beyond the grave- and is, as a result, a rather impressive priestess… she was, in truth, a complete and utter fool.
He’s always known this fact; from the moment they met to when she first expressed gratitude towards him.
From when she smiled at him from behind that demon slayer’s mask, her body torn open from various gashes and cuts, blood dripping and pooling heavily around her feet, her body reeking from the excruciating pain she was in, and all the way to when he took it upon himself to revive her… and was greeted with a smile just as bright, yet this time visible, her eyes full of life and brimming with warmth. Irene has only ever acted the fool, and has only ever convinced Sesshōmaru that she was such.
Her smiles, her gratitude, her tears, the lively redness in her cheeks, and the affectionate warmth in her gaze whenever she looked at him…
Irene was so inexplicably foolish.
Yet he found himself humoring her, allowing her to travel with his entourage and letting her ask her questions. She was always so reckless, ever aware of the situation and her limitations yet never taking into account her wellbeing. He knew from the first few times they met that she had a habit of getting herself hurt; Irene had been wounded and bleeding every single time they encountered one another.
In the destroyed castle, and again when she was raised in the sky as a sacrifice to the panther demons. When she appeared in his camp barely clinging to life, pushing her weak body to its limits, and when he arrived at Naraku’s castle… the amount of blood that had been spilled burned his nose, pungent and thick, and tainted by the stench of miasma.
He had no doubt that, if things continued the way they had, she would continue to get herself hurt, carelessly risking herself in search of an opportune moment to obtain the outcome she wished. So, rather than prepare her clothes made of normal fabric that would easily be torn up and cut through, he left and hunted down a demon- a pathetic water dragon that served no real purpose for existing other than to scare those that dared to approach its lake. It didn’t even have the power to take on a humanoid form, and was all too easily slain when sliced by Sesshōmaru’s claws.
The demon lord gathered the dragon’s hide, then left for a famous craftsman and tailor known for weaving with demon worm silk. She lived rather far away, but with his abilities he was able to fly there quite quickly, and commissioned two kimonos to be made.
There was enough hide for thrice that amount, but it would take too much time and Irene only needed the two. Once they were finished, the demoness even throwing in a mobokama as thanks for the extra left over material, he left. If some wandering merchants saw Sesshōmaru walking through the woods afterwards and fled in horror, leaving behind a furoshiki and various items Irene would find use of in their cart, then so be it.
She seemed rather fond of the camelia oil, seeing as she had used it the day he had given it to her and has been using it ever since. The blue kimonos fit her well, hugging her dainty yet curvaceous frame, and hiding just enough of her scars that they couldn’t be seen unless she pushed back her sleeves. The fabric would serve as light armor, and should her foolishness put her in any more dangerous situations, Sesshōmaru will no longer have to smell that disgusting blood of hers.
Yes… it was disgusting, wasn’t it?
The scent unsettled him, churning his stomach and burning his nostrils. It was most unlike her normal scent, which was much more pleasing to the senses. With her healthy and healed, he no longer had to tolerate that wretched reek of her being in pain, and could simply relax and continue on with his journey.
But that didn’t stop her from getting hurt, did it? No sooner had he gifted her the kimonos had she gone and allowed a weak demon to cut open the back of her hand. All at once had Sesshōmaru’s sense of calm been disrupted, the sharp stinging scent of her blood flooding his senses.
Her foolishness, her audacity, knew no bounds, and she would only continue to test him and his generosity throughout the coming weeks.
Irene was kind to Rin, this was true; she looked after her like a mother would her own child, but in doing so only forsake her own wellbeing more. She bickered with Jaken frequently and got into arguments which Sesshōmaru would often have to shut down, either by sending Irene a stern glare or ordering the imp who started the fight to be silent. Irene’s questions would start to become more personal, the woman intent on figuring out what it was he ate, or if he slept at all, if he needed sleep, and would even take to sitting beside him some days after they had set up camp.
Yet she never asked for help.
Irene was no longer a sickly mortal, who clung to life with all that she had despite the immense pain her failing body would bring her. Her skin was no longer as white as a winter’s snow, and her movements were no longer sluggish and lumbering. Her voice didn’t come out in breathy gasps and struggling wheezes. Instead, she was now bright and vibrant, and her face was constantly flushed red with life. Her words came out in bursts of excitement and without the need to pause to catch her breath. She walked and ran, and played games with the child he had taken under his wing.
On the day the bandits had approached her, Sesshōmaru had simply sat and watched- waiting to see what she would do. She could call on the spirits and have them kill the pests where they stood, or punish them for their insults. Irene could have called out to Sesshōmaru, and he would have gone ahead and gotten rid of the men- who, by insulting her, someone Sesshōmaru had accepted into his inner circle, had insulted him- only… she did no such thing.
That foolish woman merely glanced at him, decided she was on her own, and tried to talk the bandits down, and when they attacked…
Faltered in summoning her flames, remaining silent even in such an obvious time of need.
She truly is soft. He had thought after Irene had refused his offer of allowing her to finish off the bandit leader, the demon lord even recalling how, back at the castle, she only bound the boy named Kohaku instead of hurting him. These vermin would have forced themselves upon her, would have had her suffer a fate worse than death, and she still doesn’t have the heart to kill them.
Sesshōmaru truly could not understand Irene.
She fights so hard to survive, yet has so little care towards herself. She feels anger for the insults, but doesn’t seek revenge for them. She’s been hurt by her family, yet aims to return to them- not because she desires it, but because it’s what someone else wants. She’s strong-willed, strong enough to stand up to Sesshōmaru and not flinch when he offered to kill her, taking the comment with a smile and simply asking whether he should use his claws or sword for a more merciful death, but at the same time she was so submissive to the will of others.
So much so that a pathetic squirrel demon had hypnotized her, most likely with the intent of luring her close and swallowing her whole with its massive jaws.
“You confuse me.” Irene had once told him, lacing her hands behind her back and leaning over to grin up at him from several feet ahead of him. “It’s not a bad thing, though. One of these days I’ll figure you out.”
An audacious, foolish enigma- who was just as confused about Sesshōmaru as Sesshōmaru was her.
“I may not even have the luxury of choice. Even if I wanted to stay… I might not be able to.”
A human woman who may one day suddenly disappear.
Ever since he made the decision to revive her, the already loud days of travel became even louder, and her absence has caused a surprising silence. Sesshōmaru may not have given it much thought other than finding the quiet a rather pleasant change for once, but Irene had settled into their travel party with an ease most wouldn’t dare, and boldly approached the demon lord more than once during times of rest. Whether it was to sit beside him or to strike up a conversation where only she spoke, it mattered not.
She made herself known and ensured her voice was heard.
He vividly remembered the way she took a seat beside him the day after she had exhausted herself summoning the dragon spirit. Sesshōmaru had scolded her, telling her how her recklessness would be the death of her. The demon lord has informed Irene several times that if she died again, he would not go out of his way to revive her a second time, and yet it was as if she refused to listen.
The woman could barely walk on her own at the time due to her exhaustion, but was already making plans to go to a human village- one that may very well turn against her, just as she said others have done in the past.
“What, you worried?”
Had anyone else asked him such a thing, he would have slain them on the spot.
But Irene merely laughed, pulling her knees up to her chest and resting the side of her face on her arms as she smiled up at him, her eyes- brown as the richest of soils- crinkling fondly, sad and so full of warmth and life. “Easy, easy! I’m just playing. I know you don’t actually care about me.”
And why would he?
Still, there had been a slight rise of irritation at her words; for all that’s happened, he had rewarded her with the gift of life, allowing her to survive another day, and she expected him to let her waste it so foolishly? Should she have called his name, he would have rushed to her aid sooner- instead of solely relying on her scent and the panicked words of a child to track her down.
He would have killed those vermin before she could summon that dragon spirit, and he would have caught her before she had even started falling. If not for Sesshōmaru, Irene would have already departed once more for the afterlife.
“Yeah…” The woman had murmured. “But, to be fair, I didn’t think you’d come to save me at all.”
Soft, accepting, quiet.
Irene was grateful for his help and all that he has done for her, yet continually refuses to rely on him. She was merely a weak mortal- capable, commendable, but oh, so foolish- and would rather risk getting herself killed defending herself than call out and ask for the demon lord’s assistance.
He, Sesshōmaru, has bestowed upon her the honor of his protection, yet whenever she needs it most dismisses it.
Perhaps she truly didn’t have a sense of self-preservation. She held no value for her own life, and cared only for how she may die. Irene had used up all her strength to kill the demons attacking her, yet so easily accepted herself falling through the air. How… could a human be so lacking in ambition? In greed? How could she be so blind to the protection that she’s been given, that she would show shock upon being rescued?
Did she think he was not a man of honor?
“I thought about screaming, but I didn’t think anyone would come to save me. I thought I was going to die no matter what.” Irene had spoken through the silence that fell between them, and as she paused and closed her eyes, the audacious woman startled him- letting herself fall and rest against his mokomoko. A smile, so at ease and so relieved, fell across her lips. Her scent, as calming as petrichor and yet so out of this time, flooded his senses, and he could only stare as she relaxed against him, her warmth burning into his one arm despite not actually touching him “You showing up really surprised me. It… It actually made me really happy. Thank you, Sesshōmaru.”
This fool of a woman…
Just what was going through her mind?
Then, and even now- leaving the group to travel recklessly into a human village, despite knowing full well she had suffered disdain and abuse from humans previously. Ever since that woman foolishly left on her own to go to that human village, Rin has barely made a sound. She simply sat in the grass picking at the strands, and tearing at the petals of the flowers she usually would be so fond of.
The days were never spent in such heavy quiet- not ever since Jaken and Rin became his wards, and especially not since Irene made herself comfortable amongst them.
“She’s a kid!” Irene had sternly insisted when Jaken complained about her giving Rin more fish than him. “Kids need lots of food to grow. She needs protein and veggies!”
Was it truly so important for a human child to eat so much of a specific food? Was it so necessary that Irene was willing to forsake her safety and life once again just to procure it for her?
Rin had been much smaller when they first met, barely reaching up to the halfway point of his shins, but over time she’s grown quite a bit and now stood as tall as his knees. She was still very young, so it only stands to reason that she would be so short. Rin seemed to be doing just fine surviving off of nature’s bounties and the fish they would catch.
And yet…
Sesshōmaru’s lips pulled into a tight frown, his brows furrowing ever-so-slightly as he observed the child whom, against his better judgment, he had found himself looking after. The checkered pattern kimono fit her well, she had grown into the long sleeves, and she wasn’t nearly as starved as when they first met, but as he looked closely… he saw she was a little thinner than he expected.
It isn’t as though she’s fallen ill while under his care, and while she was a bit thin it wasn’t as if she was starving, so he didn’t understand why Irene kept making such a fuss about how much Rin should eat and what it is she should be eating. Humans are such pitiful creatures, and if Rin truly wasn’t getting the nutrients she needed to grow from the forest around them then they’re even more pitiful and fragile than he previously believed.
Is it that Rin was too small for her age? Was she not healthy in the eyes of Irene, an adult human woman… who not only hailed from another land, but from another time far in the future?
How ridiculous.
To think that he, Sesshōmaru, has been made to think that he was incapable of looking after a single mortal child. That he has been somehow incorrectly looking after her, when he has been doing nothing more than raising her the same way as his mother did him.
“Rin.” Sesshōmaru called, his pride as both demon and man challenged by the audacious words of the mortal woman he had allowed to travel with him. And yet, as he spoke, he found himself faltering, wondering if perhaps, as a human, Irene was actually in the right about this matter, and that he, a demon, Sesshōmaru, was truly wrong. “Have you… been getting enough to eat?”
The child froze mid-plucking of a pale blue and white flower, her brown eyes snapping up to meet his calm stare. After a few seconds, she hesitated and awkwardly looked down. “Y-Yes, M’lord. I’ve been eating very well.”
“…You aren’t left hungry after your meals?”
“I-I’m okay.” Rin was clearly lying; he could smell the fear drifting from her tiny form. “B-Big Sister always makes sure to give me the bigger portion, a-and she always shares her food with me if I’m still hungry! So…”
Sesshōmaru was silent, closing his eyes just briefly to turn his head and gaze off in the direction Irene had left. It seems that woman was more well-informed in this matter than him, after all. How irritating. Perhaps it should be expected, however; after all, he is a demon, and Rin is a human child. “Jaken.”
The imp jolted and snorted loudly as he woke up, having been dozing off atop Ah-Un’s back. “Huh!? What!? O-Oh, did you call for me, Lord Sesshōmaru!?”
“…Go hunt something for Rin to eat.”
“I… uh, what?”
Both Jaken and Rin looked surprised, but the demon lord didn’t turn to face either of them. “I won’t repeat myself.”
That woman… with her foolish smile and audacious attitude… challenging him and his capability of raising a mere child…
She was truly ridiculous.
“If that is your command, Lord Sesshōmaru.” Jaken said, before grumbling and grabbing his staff, sliding off Ah-Un. Head hung low, he sighed heavily in defeat and marched off into the forest’s depths. “Tch. Where’s that woman when I need her? She should be looking after that child, not me… honestly, why do we keep Rin around?”
Rin watched as the imp left the group to go hunt something, before slowly turning her head back to stare at the silver-haired demon lord. She looked down at the half-plucked flower in her hand, then up at him again.
She followed his gaze towards the forest.
They haven’t moved since Irene ran off on them. Instead of continuing to walk and travel throughout the land in search of his enemy, Sesshōmaru took a seat beside a tree as if having decided to wait for the young woman’s return.
“Lord Sesshōmaru,” Rin began to ask, catching his attention and causing him to look at her out of the corner of his eye. The half-plucked flower hung loosely between her forefinger and thumb. “When do you think Big Sister will come back?”
It’s already been a day, and it was nearly mid afternoon now.
“She’s… going to be okay, right?”
He said nothing.
Irene was a reckless mortal, but she wasn’t as weak as most- especially not now that she’s been revived in full health. The woman that had once been so ghastly pale and could barely even stand now ran around playing games with Rin on a daily basis. She helped Jaken fend off any wild attacking demons when Sesshōmaru was not around, and was even able to use the spirits she was bonded with to kill a horde of demonic vultures.
She was perfectly capable of fending for herself; it was just a matter of if she was able to survive without getting herself caught in an impossible situation that she couldn’t get out of afterwards. Because, capable as she was, having killed that horde of demon vultures, Irene had still drained so much of her energy that she would have still died if Sesshōmaru himself didn’t appear to catch her and stop her fall.
It isn’t demons or even humans that were a threat to her life. It was what would happen to her after taking them all down.
The biggest threat to Irene… was quite possibly Irene herself.
“She’s not as weak as you think.” The demon lord found himself saying, gazing off into the distance again. “She’s simply a fool.”
“…Huh?”
Rin looked deeply confused by his words, and only grew more confused when a sudden strong breeze blew by them. Long silvery strands of silken hair fluttered in the wind, yet instead of basking in the breeze Sesshōmaru lifted his head, a frown falling upon his lips.
Blood…?
He recognized this blood. It was coming from the north, a direction completely opposite of the one Irene had left in. The scent was quite thick, wafting heavily through the air, which meant a lot of it had been spilled. But it wasn’t just her blood he smelled; he could smell the blood of other humans, and the scents of various demons.
“I’ll be fine~! If Sesshōmaru catches even a whiff of my blood, assume something bad’s happened. ‘Kay? ‘Kay. You don’t have to come save me if you don’t want to, though. I’d appreciate it, but, like, y’know; you do you. I’ll find a way to get myself out of it.”
Sesshōmaru closed his eyes, leaning back against the tree, recalling the foolish priestess’ words- and the fear that had radiated from her form as she said them. She had been lying through her teeth, but…
If she did not require his help, then so be it.
Irene must learn from her foolishness at some point. There’s no point in offering his assistance if she neither desires nor needs it. It wasn’t his problem if she decided to willingly walk into danger, and he could care less what happens to her. She was just someone who decided to travel with him, and whom he decided to revive.
Nothing more, nothing less.
But this scent…
“It was really scary, you know?”
Rin watched as Sesshōmaru’s amber eyes narrowed, something almost akin to anger or even annoyance flashing across his features, and then he was moving to stand on his feet, getting up without so much as a sound or even an explanation for why he began to take off, heading north instead of the westward direction Irene had left.
The blue and white flower’s plucked petals fluttered, picked up by the wind and flying away in the air. Rin frowned, tilting her head in confusion. “Lord Sesshōmaru…?”
…
This was it.
I screwed up. I seriously screwed up.
I'm… I'm so sorry.
Rin was going to cry so badly after this. As pure and gentle as she was, I knew even she might hold a grudge for me dying like this. I promised to return to her, but… that clearly wasn't going to happen. This is exactly why I never wanted to make that promise in the first place.
I'm sorry.
I can't believe this is the end.
Due to the barrier I had managed to create, the soul was rather slow in leaving my body. It barely reached the blue glow of the Shikigami flames when, by some miracle, spears of water came shooting out of the sky, nearly piercing Kanna if she hadn’t vanished out of sight. Anastasia scowled when one tore her sleeve, pulling her arm out of the way, and Kagura carefully jumped back to avoid the attacks.
Not a single one was aimed at me.
When the spears hit the ground, they burst- and water droplets flew everywhere. Many of the demons had been stabbed through, and then a large wave of water, sharp like a bladed pendulum, cut through the horde. As bits and pieces of the beasts were sent flying, dissipating mid-fall, a gilded halberd cut through the air, and as the dust cleared a man could be seen standing tall in the midst of it all, a large dark turquoise dragon tail swishing angrily against the ground.
Kagura cursed and unfolded her fan, snapping her hand out to the side. “And just who are you?”
“I believe I should be the one asking the questions.” The man growled, fangs peering out from behind full lips.
Sea green eyes narrowed dangerously, bright and blinding in contrast to his dark brown skin, accented by sky blue stripes and golden eyeshadow. A pair of dark turquoise horns protruded from his forehead, and his forest green locks were half tied back with a white ribbon, the bottom half flowing around his armored shoulders. His kimono was black on the right and yellow on the left, golden water lilies embroidered into the fabric. A white sash with a sky blue pattern and dark green water droplets was tied around his hips.
His boots, black in color, were accented by yellow ties and lining, and matched his tekkou in color. But beneath it all, his magnificent silver armor and clothing, he wore a dark turquoise skintight suit made of scales, and his claws were as blue as his stripes.
The man that had appeared was breathtakingly beautiful, but in his anger was downright terrifying. His demonic aura was almost suffocating in its intensity, his hair and sash flowing around him from the wind pressure it created. “You’re the ones attacking my bride, after all.”
“…What?” Kagura was clearly not expecting that, and she whipped her head around to look at me, an eyebrow raised in question. She snapped her fan shut and pointed at the newcomer, crimson eyes disbelieving. “You’re marrying this man? Him!? What about Sesshōmaru? You’re just… giving up on him?”
Oh my gods. “I-I’m not giving up on anybody!”
She clicked her tongue at me.
“What does he even have to do with this!? We’re not together! I don’t-“ The words faltered before I could get them out of my mouth, and I flinched, realizing maybe I did care for Sesshōmaru more than I realized. Seeing Ryūno appear instead of Sesshōmaru… hurt more than I wanted to admit. Damn it. “S-Sesshōmaru doesn’t… c-care for me like… like…!”
Pain wracked my body, and my eyes widened before I found myself hunching over, coughing wetly into my sleeves. My ribs were definitely a bit messed up, and I could feel with my tongue that the inside of my cheek had been badly cut. Probably from my teeth when I crashed into the tree. Just my luck.
When I had gathered the strength to look back up, I just saw Kagura giving me a look, fan tapped to her chin and her eyes narrowed. She clearly didn’t believe me.
“I can’t stand you.” The wind sorceress settled on saying, red lips tilted into a small frown. “Honestly, just what does that man see in you?”
What?
Anastasia glared at us. “Enough!”
Kagura scoffed, and I flinched back. Anastasia’s eyes were cold as she stepped forward to face the new demon.
“I’m so tired of interruptions.” She said, and held out an arm, the Shikigami snake coiling out from her sleeve and hissing. “Stop getting in my way!”
The snake shot out, flying at the man and unhinging its jaws.
Ryūno merely jumped into the air, raising his weapon above his head, only to let out a battle cry and swing his halberd downwards, sending a wave of water towards the spirit and causing it to shriek as it was enveloped in the liquid. Anastasia stepped back, a small gasp escaping her lips, a hand snapping up to grasp at her chest. She whipped her head around to glare at Kanna. “The mirror! Use it!”
I really don’t want to marry Ryūno, but he’s my last hope right now. Dropping the barrier, I held my right palm out and called out for Roh in a mental prayer. “No, you don’t!”
“Master!” In a burst of red flame, the Shikigami familiar appeared, and I felt myself grow weaker as a result.
Roh charged at Kanna, barking loudly, but the girl disappeared before he could reach her. Ryūno took that chance to charge at Anastasia and Kagura, and Kagura retaliated by sending forth a gust of her wind blades, all of which Ryūno halted by swinging his weapon and causing a large wave to rise up and intercept them. Kagura’s red eyes grew wide, and as she saw Ryūno lunge she was quick to yank out a moth feather from her hair and fly into the air.
“You’re on your own, woman!” She shouted down at Anastasia, and the undead priestess looked up in disbelief, watching as the wind sorceress retreated, Kanna appearing on the feather behind her, leaving the brunette alone. “Take her soul yourself!”
I could hardly believe the sheer rage that crossed her face at their betrayal. “Traitors…!”
Anastasia turned around, glaring at me before focusing on Ryūno. He was standing tall, pointing his halberd at her from a distance. The sclera of his eyes flashed red, and his sea green eyes burned gold. “Step away from my bride, or I will slice you in half and feed you to my servants. Or… are you even alive, woman? You reek of dirt and clay. I can’t get a single whiff of life from you.”
“You won’t have her for long.” Anastasia stated coldly, bringing her hands together, completely ignoring his question. A pentagram formed beneath her feet, glowing a bright scarlet and then shifting to white, enveloping her form. It was so blinding I had to close my eyes, but when I could finally see again…
She was gone.
Anastasia ran away.
“Diana!” Ryūno was quick to rush over once they were gone, and I bit back a cry of pain when he reached out to touch me, cupping my face. “Are you alright, my- huh?”
He blinked, and I glared at him through the tears, lacking the strength to attack and barely managing to stay awake. My lips curled back as he leaned in close.
“You aren’t… Diana. You resemble her, but your eyes are brown. And your hair…” Ryūno’s fingers touched the locks of dark brown hair that were brushing my shoulders. Hurt flashed across his features, and the next time he looked at me I was stunned by the sheer heartbreak that painted itself across his handsome features. “Did… Did she change her mind? Does she wish to break our promise?”
“P-Promise…?”
Ryūno pulled away, bringing his hand up to cover the lower half of his face. “She saved me. I was… wounded in a fierce battle against a powerful demon, and… she found me resting near the river stream. Rather than running in terror or trying to finish me off, she tended to my wounds.”
That… jerk of a woman did?
“When I asked for her hand, she… said she’d accept. We promised that once I had fully recovered and could see her again, she would become my bride and I’d take her to my domain.” Ryūno’s hand fell, and he curled his fingers into a trembling fist. His lips curled back in a small growl, his sea green eyes flashing gold in his anger. “When I heard word that my beloved would be marrying that human lord instead, I left to find her immediately! She agreed to meet me here today, so that we could marry. But…”
The anger seemed to leave him, instead replaced with heavy sadness. His gaze lifted to meet mine, and I blinked dazedly when his fingers brushed my cheek. He cupped my face, forcing me to remain looking at him. Spots danced in my vision.
Ryūno was oddly careful to not nick me with his claws. “She sent you in her place. Diana… never truly intended to be mine, did she?”
Well… this definitely wasn’t how things were supposed to go.
“What’s your name, woman?” The man asked, voice taking on a softer tone. “I am Ryūno, the Great River King; Guardian of the Depths and The Raging Tide.”
Where on earth was this conversation going? A bad feeling was starting to settle in my stomach, and I did not like it. “I-Irene…”
“Irene.” He echoed, voice a breathy whisper. In my daze, I found myself growing a bit alarmed upon seeing the warm look Ryūno gave me, his brown cheeks flushing dark as his eyes suddenly grew warmer. At his affectionate smile, a surge of horror came crashing down on me, and I realized very quickly that this demon… was one who fell in love very easily. “I’ll take care of you from now on. You won’t have to worry about anything.”
“W-Wait-!” A pained whimper tried to escape me when he reached out to lift me up, and I had to strangle a cry when he hoisted me into his arms. My heart filled with fear, and as Ryūno held me close, pressing what was surely meant to be a reassuring kiss against my forehead, I could only think of Sesshōmaru- and how much I regretted ever leaving the group. “I-I’m-I’m not-”
“It’ll be alright.” He promised. “Just rest now.”
I’m… in serious trouble now. More than before. Having my soul nearly stolen was nothing in comparison to this.
R-Ryūno’s not… gonna make me marry him, right?
This is scaring me. I don’t like this. Give me back Anastasia and Kagura and Kanna. Give me back the horrid mirror that locked me in place and had been trying to suck out my soul. This was so much worse.
Squeezing my eyes shut, a familiar face flashed through my mind and I strangled back a sob.
Sesshōmaru…!
I didn’t mean it when I said not to come after me. I didn’t mean it when I said I’d be fine. I was terrified of traveling alone. I didn’t want to go into a village by myself. I was lying. I’m always lying. Don’t leave me alone. Don’t forget me. Please come get me.
I’m so scared.
“Diana may have forsaken me, but I will not forsake you.” Ryūno swore, gilded halberd vanishing in a burst of bubbles as he began to rise up into the air, his long tail trailing behind him, blue and green fins fluttering in the air. “You’ll be protected and cared for in my domain, and respected as my queen. But first… we must tend to your wounds.”
I flinched when he began to nuzzle my hair, smiling and humming to himself.
“How brave you were, facing off against those demons and even trying to help me with that strange fire… I shall be a good husband to you. Just think how lovely our half-demon children will be. My beautiful, brave Irene…”
He pressed another kiss to my head.
“My domain is not far. You’ll adore the robes and kimonos I have prepared for you.”
Robes and kimonos he had prepared for Diana.
Breathing a little off, I slid a hand into my sleeve, gripping the hair ribbon I had tied onto my arm. It felt quite loose. Maybe… if I’m lucky… someone will come after me? If not Sesshōmaru, maybe Inuyasha? I had said some hurtful things, but… he knew I was just upset, right? We had arguments all the time. Inuyasha… still thinks of me as a friend… right?
So…
If I can make a trail to Ryūno’s domain using my scent, he’ll be able to find me. My blood is quite pungent according to Sesshōmaru, given how much he claimed to hate the smell, and my left arm and right leg are still dripping even as we fly, so I have that going for me. But Inuyasha is bound to be drawn to Sesshomaru’s scent. He hates his older brother so much, he can’t help but pick a fight with him.
It’s been a while, so my ribbon might not smell too strongly of him anymore, but…
It’s all I have.
Sesshōmaru…
Someone, anyone-
Inuyasha, Sango…
Please, come find me. Come save me. I can’t get out of this on my own. Find me before it’s too late- before I’m forced to marry this man.
“I know it must hurt.” Ryūno murmured, pressing a kiss against the tears falling down my cheeks, lifting me closer to him. “But stay strong. We are almost there.”
I don’t… want to have his half-demon children.
The forest passed by below us at an alarming pace. It wasn’t long before the mountains came into view, and along with it a long flowing river and a massive waterfall. Seeing us heading directly towards the waterfall, I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped the hair ribbon tight, before gathering my courage and forcing myself to tug on the string, unraveling it and letting it flutter through the air. Mere seconds passed before it landed in the river’s stream.
I was a bit alarmed by that, but I tried to keep hope that the water wouldn’t completely wash away the scent. Demons, or even half-demons, have extremely sensitive noses, so…
With any luck, it’ll be useful.
As we neared the waterfall, Ryūno floated closer to the river’s surface until he standing on it. Shifting to hold me with one arm, he waved a hand and the waterfall shifted, a path being formed as he parted the waters so we wouldn’t get soaked. He walked through it as I gaped, and my eyes only grew wider as the waterfall closed behind us and we entered a cavern with tiny streams of water flowing through cracks along a spiraling stone staircase that led down, down, down, various crystal stalactites lighting the way in a spiral pattern, dripping water like illuminated pearls on the passage below.
It was gorgeous. A little eerie, given the situation, but absolutely breathtaking.
Rather than walking the whole path down, Ryūno leapt and glided to the bottom, his long tail flowing behind him. The fins fluttered like seaweed, and his bright eyes seemed to glow in the darkness- much like the crystals themselves. Eventually, the staircase dwindled into a straight and flat pathway, and as the crystal stalactites faded into stalagmites, colorful grass of blues, greens, and purples bloomed around us. I didn’t recognize the kind it was, but as the crystal began to vanish a new type of light took form, and looking around I realized…
We were beneath the river now.
Inside of it.
Because, all around us, was a barrier- and outside that barrier was the river itself, along with all the amphibious life that lived in it. At the center of it all, within the barrier… was a castle- much like the one in Asagiri Town, and much like the one Naraku had possessed before vanishing. There were various demons at the gate, all fish-like in nature, and even more demons were patrolling the courtyard and halls.
They all startled upon seeing Ryūno walk up with me in his arms, but were quick to bow in greeting. “My lord! You have returned!”
“This must be Lady Diana!”
Ryūno quickly shut them into silence with a firm glare. “No. My bride is Irene.” His features softened then, and he turned to smile down at me. I felt a chill go down my spine. “She’s far lovelier than that traitor.”
I felt bad for him when he found out Diana betrayed him, as he didn’t necessarily come across as a bad person since he didn’t murder me for the switch and even protected me from Anastasia, Kagura, and Kanna, so I didn’t want to kill him, but… this was terrifying. It was getting scarier and scarier with each passing moment.
“Send for Rimi.” Ryūno ordered one of the guardsmen. “We can’t have our wedding night when she’s still wounded.”
One of the fish demons eyed the piece of wood still caught in my leg, eying me questionably. “You truly want this human as your wife? Princess Kaida would be-“
“A nuisance.” Ryūno stated coldly, marching ahead. “Irene shall be my wife. No one else. I care not for that demoness.”
No, nope, please care for her. Marry her instead. “A-Actually-“
“Just ignore them.” He said, completely dismissing whatever I was about to say. The unfamiliar demon lord continued to walk, and I froze as he pressed another kiss to my forehead. “They’ll accept you in time, and until then and even afterwards you shall be under my protection. I am king of these depths. They can not defy me.”
Ryūno is seriously intent on marrying me. He’s determined to make me his. He may be acting sweet and doting towards me, but he’s only hearing what he wants to hear.
A demon that falls in love so easily…
He may just be the most dangerous one of all.
Or… maybe it wasn’t that he falls in love easily, given his reaction about the suggestion of taking Princess Kaida as a bride instead, but rather that he just had a thing for human women. Well, that or foreigners; I don’t know. It’s gotta be one of the two. Actually, now that I’m thinking about it, why does he want to marry me? Because he had his heart broken, and I was the next best thing since I resembled his love?
Does… Does he think because I was forced to go in her place, I don’t have anywhere to go back to?
That could be possible. This was the Feudal Era, after all.
Women aren’t exactly treated very well in this time period, and those used as sacrifices… well, if they were set forward as a sacrifice, chances were they had nowhere to go back to or a family that just wouldn’t accept them even if they tried. If I think about it this way, then Ryūno was probably simultaneously trying to mend his broken heart and look after me, giving me a future way better than what had been intended by the noble who sent me in her place, but… that wasn’t what actually happened with me. He had it all wrong.
And… even if his actions are coming from a good place, he still wasn’t listening.
He was still forcing me to marry him.
If my wounds heal, he’ll climb into my bed. He’ll see my tears or trembling as nervousness rather than fear. Any and all protests will fall on deaf ears, as he won’t even allow me the chance to say them in his efforts to “soothe” me.
He’s probably even mistaking the fear wafting from my very being right now as fear from the earlier attack, rather than fear of him and what he may do to me as my “husband”.
I…
I missed the demon lord who was silent, who listened but never showed it, who allowed me to speak without making his own assumptions. I missed Sesshōmaru who looked after me, but never pushed me into doing anything I was uncomfortable with. Who went out of his way to get me light armor knowing I was reckless, who gave me a bow and a quiver full of arrows after hearing I wanted to try archery. Who handed me a hair ribbon after watching me fiddling and messing with the growing strands for so long.
I missed Sesshōmaru, and his quiet stares and little frowns and the tiniest furrow of his brows when confused or annoyed. I missed him and his distant, unconditional kindness. His glares and his surprise, his protection, and his blunt, if perhaps a bit harsh, advice.
His annoyance and his acceptance, his calmness and his patience in allowing me to pester him.
I… missed him so much.
I don’t want to be here. I want to be with him. I want to walk beside him again, rambling away and occasionally receiving a sassy quip in response. I remembered the way he agreed to kill me, how he joked so seriously about how he wasn’t about to run me through with his demon blade again, and that if he were to kill me it would be with his claws. He had been so serious through that entire conversation, but… I don’t think he actually meant a word of it.
Sesshōmaru…!
I squeezed my eyes shut, head pounding as my heart caught in my throat, more tears falling silently down my cheeks. I could hear Ryūno slide open a door, then a second door, and then a third- closing it shut behind us, before feeling him carefully set me down atop a few pillows. His hands brushed my face, wiping away the tears, and I hiccupped as he pushed up the hems of my kimonos to reveal the wood stuck in my right leg.
Please, please, please come find me!
Right when a woman with long blue hair and fins for ears slid open the door to the room, Ryūno yanked out the piece of wood. I had to grit my teeth so I wouldn’t scream, but there was no stopping the cry of pain that tore out of my throat before I slumped over, exhausted and dazed.
I don’t… expect anything from you. I’m just… grateful you’ve been protecting me all this time. But please…
Just this once, let me hope.
Let me expect something.
I don’t care if he’ll never like me back; I just don’t want to be left here and forced to have some random demon’s kids.
…Can I even have Ryūno’s kids?
As the female amphibious demon began to tend to my wounds, cleaning them with fresh water and stitching them shut, a thought came to me. Being someone from another time, I was unaging. I haven’t had my monthly since coming to the Feudal Era.
Doesn’t that mean that I’m physically unable to have children right now?
Oh, thank gods.
Or… wait, no, hold on-
Ryūno doesn’t know that. He won’t believe me if I try to tell him that. He may still try to force himself on me, wrapped up in the delusion that I was fine with marrying him. He said he won’t have our bridal night until my wounds are taken care of- but does that mean he wants to wait until after they’re bandaged or after they’re healed?
Crap.
“I-I don’t…” I had to choke out the words, forcing myself to admit that I wasn’t okay. “I don’t feel… very good.”
“Unsurprising.” The woman, Rimi, said- brushing my bangs out of my face to tend to a cut on my head I didn’t even know I had. She soaked up a lot of blood that dripped down my left eye, something I hadn’t noticed at all in my panic. “The concussion you have is pretty serious. You’ve also lost a lot of blood. Most humans would have fallen unconscious or died by now.”
Ryūno narrowed his eyes at her words. “Will Irene be alright?”
“Yes.” Rimi nodded, only to pause and give him a look. “She’s a human, M’lord. Don’t try anything until after she’s eaten and recovered from the blood loss. You may just break her.”
He clicked his tongue. “Can we at least have the ceremony?”
“We’ll need to bathe her, redo her makeup, and dress her in new robes, but… yes. I suppose.”
“Good. You hear that, my love?” Ryūno’s eyes softened as he looked at me, and I flinched when his hand cupped my cheek. He moved closer, nuzzling my hair. “We’ll be able to say our vows soon enough.”
Is divorce a thing in Feudal Japan?
I might be able to avoid sleeping with him for a while, but I don’t think I’ll be able to get out of saying any vows. If we have to write our names, will it count if I write with my left hand instead of my right? It’s not as if I know how to write in this language, so I could use that to my advantage. I’d rather not go through that at all, though.
Maybe I can find a way to stall for time during the preparations; someone has to have found my ribbon by now, right? Or… even just the destruction of the palanquin and the corpses surrounding it? I was wounded, so my blood should be all over the place.
It’s not… bad to hope, right?
Someone will be coming for me, right? I didn’t sacrifice the one thing I had left of Sesshōmaru for nothing, right? This… isn’t a pointless endeavor, right?
I’m… I’m allowed to have hope.
But what if no one comes?
Someone has to find me.
What if I’m trapped here forever?
Sesshōmaru doesn’t actually like me. Inuyasha and Sango were hurt by me.
What if… I’m alone…?
Am I… truly going to have to live here, at least until Anastasia is defeated? Is this going to be my life now? Doomed to be a random, albeit doting, demon’s wife, hidden beneath a river? For the first time since being summoned, have I truly ended up in a situation I can’t get out of?
Have I lost?
…
It didn’t take Sesshōmaru long to arrive at the sight of destruction where Irene’s blood had been spilled. He could see human corpses strewn about, blood pooling and chunks of flesh missing, bones out of full display. There were various demon corpses as well, but most notably was the strong scent of Naraku that lingered in the air.
Yet, rather than it be Naraku himself, it was merely his incarnation- Kagura.
She must have come with that undead ancestor to try and steal Irene’s soul again. Evidently, they failed. The mass destruction of demons said everything, and Irene’s body was nowhere to be found. Her blood was still fresh, and he could smell the trail leading deeper into the forest, towards the mountains.
But what was she doing here in the first place?
She had said she was going to shop in the nearby village, not run off all this way to get herself into trouble. And this palanquin that’s been torn to pieces and sliced apart… it reeked of Irene. She must have been inside of it when the demons attacked.
“This cloth…” Reaching through the rubble, he pulled out a long white-and-red hood, one that’s been stained with Irene’s blood. It was obvious at a glance what kind of hood it was, as it was something only brides were supposed to wear.
Sesshōmaru’s eyes narrowed, and a frown tugged at his lips.
“What a fool.” She’s gotten herself tangled up in something she had no need to be tangled up with. Did someone see her face and decide to try marrying her off to please some pathetic human lord? Or was she forced to go in someone else’s place? She didn’t exactly adhere to the country’s current standards of beauty, but as a foreigner her round features were unfamiliar and could certainly be found enticing to some.
Dropping the hood, he lifted his head and sniffed the air- having to sort through all the different scents- before leaping into the air and flying through it, his long fur boa fluttering behind him. Going by scent alone, a demon of some sort had taken Irene away while she was still wounded. The demon reeked of fish and of freshwater, so perhaps they lived near the river.
That would certainly explain why the scents led to the mountains.
As Sesshōmaru followed the trail towards the mountains, Irene’s scent suddenly grew stronger- yet was coming from a different direction. Pausing mid-flight, he moved to head closer to the river, and upon landing on the ground at the edge of the long stream he found himself surprised to see a familiar white hair ribbon caught on a twig from a log that had fallen and gotten stuck between some boulders. Leaping over to stand on one of the boulders, he knelt down and picked it up with his claws, the damp hair ribbon still heavy with Irene’s scent.
He had taken the ribbon from a random traveler he came across a while ago, having seen Irene grow annoyed with her growing hair. Long hair was seen as a sign of beauty, the longer the more beautiful, but Irene absolutely despised it. She only ever took the ribbon off to bathe, so there was no way she would have dropped it so carelessly.
Which meant…
She dropped this on purpose.
“Hmph.” For as foolish as she could be, she could be just as clever. Clutching it in his hand, Sesshōmaru tucked it into his kimono and turned his head, looking at where the ribbon must have drifted from. “This came from upstream…”
Is the demon’s home in the water, rather than simply hiding near it?
Irene always dismisses the notion of relying on others, determined to handle everything on her own. It seems she’s finally learned to forgo her pride. Even with her spirits, she was still just a mortal- and with her great powers comes great cost. She must have foreseen that with her wounds and lack of energy to spare in summoning those spirits, she had no way to escape the demon carrying her away, and dropped the hair ribbon in hopes of giving him, Sesshōmaru, a clue as to her whereabouts.
It wasn’t as though he truly cared as to what happened to her, but whatever pest had stolen Irene away was challenging Sesshōmaru. He despised the scent of her blood, and he despised the scent of fear that emanated from her even more so.
“Sesshōmaru! Sesshōmaru!?” The puttering of footsteps, and then the woman had been standing in front of him, bouncing on her feet in her excitement as she curled her hands close to her chest. “Sesshōmaru! W-Would it be alright if I bathed in the hot springs for a bit!? Pretty please!? I-I won’t take too long! Promise!”
“...Do as you will.”
“O-Okay.” Her smile, wide as could be, seemed to grow even wider, her brown eyes sparkling with glee. “Thank you!”
What a pointless memory.
Sesshōmaru isn’t even sure why he’s remembering it now- or why he’s been recalling their previous conversations and time together. She’ll disappear eventually, going back to her own era. He has more important things to do than waste his time rescuing a human, especially one of such little consequence, but he had made the decision to revive her… and for as long as she was beside him he was not going to allow the calming scent of petrichor and more to be tainted, disturbing his peace.
No one touches those he keeps with him without his, or their, permission.
…
I ended up dozing off a little while Rimi cleaned my wounds and stitched me up. For being a kidnapper, Ryūno made quite the comfortable pillow, and quite frankly I hurt and was utterly exhausted. He himself wasn’t really menacing to me, he’s been very gentle this whole time, I was just extremely not okay with marrying him.
Before I came to the Feudal Era, I wasn’t even sure if I could be in a relationship at all. Then I met Sesshōmaru, and Tōran abruptly kissed me, and I’ve come to realize that I do feel some attraction, but being suddenly kidnapped, forced to be a pretend bride, then kidnapped again and told I was going to be a real bride… was seriously scary. The idea of doing anything intimate was terrifying, especially since I’ve never done anything intimate ever.
Ryūno was gorgeous, sure, but holy hell there’s no way I could sleep with him.
These were the thoughts running through my mind after I woke up, realizing my top two kimonos were gone, leaving me in the vibrant red flower-patterned one, and that I was sitting in Ryūno’s lap, the demon lord having removed his armor. He had his arms curled around my stomach, sitting comfortably with his chin on my shoulder. I had almost panicked and shoved him off of me when I first woke, barely stopping myself in time.
As much as I didn’t want to sleep with him, I didn’t want to die either.
“Feel better?” Ryūno hummed, smiling and gazing at me from the corner of his eyes. I tensed when he pressed another kiss to my cheek. It was a little alarming how affectionate he was. “You had me worried for a while there, my dearest; you slept like the dead.”
“Haha…” A strained laugh left my lips. “S-Sorry.”
This was so stressful.
I almost jumped when he tightened his grip around my waist, the draconic demon lord holding me tight to his chest. “I’ve ordered for food to be made not too long ago. The servants should be on their way now.”
Oh, how lovely.
Not.
I ended up sitting in Ryūno’s lap for quite a while, and when the servants finally arrived with various trays of food consisting of rice, fish, and veggies, I found myself lacking any and all appetite. My heart only sunk deeper when Ryūno nuzzled his face against the curve of my neck. “You’re so thin… please, eat to your heart’s content. This will soon be your home, so make yourself comfortable, alright? The servants will do whatever you ask.”
Before coming to this place, I had been starving- deprived of dinner and even breakfast. But now I felt sick. I didn’t want to eat anything at all.
“Irene?”
“Uh, th-thank you…” I didn’t know what to say, but I tried to make myself play along, plastering on a smile as I rested my hands on his arms. “I’m still not feeling very good, though, so…”
“You should eat.” He insisted. “You need the energy. Here-“
Ryūno leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back, and reached over to pick up a piece of fish with the chopsticks that were resting on the tray. He held the piece of meat out to me with a gentle smile. I could feel the eyes of all the servants on us.
“I’ll feed you.” Ryūno beamed. “Say, “ahhh”.”
This was so humiliating…
Still, I swallowed down the anxiety and did as told, and for the next twenty minutes Ryūno fed me the food until my stomach felt close to bursting. The meals may have been delicious, but I so badly wanted to throw up.
If things had been different, maybe I’d have been fine with this situation. If I was someone else who had been forced to play as Diana’s double and was saved from death by a beautiful and very doting demon like Ryūno, and had nowhere to go back to, maybe I wouldn’t have minded this so much. If I had actually been someone from the fifteen hundreds, whose only options in life were to die young, be killed, or marry someone influential in hopes of a better life, this might have been a blessing. He was so very doting and gentle, and was making sure I was being given the royal treatment.
But… I was from the twenty-first century, and I hated everything about this situation.
Did anyone find the ribbon yet?
I’m… starting to think not. I’m starting to think I really am going to end up marrying Ryūno. After I’m healed, I’m going to have to spend the night with him. Several nights, probably. I’m…
I’m screwed.
Totally and utterly screwed.
No one is coming to get me.
Inuyasha and Sango aren’t going to find me. Sesshōmaru isn’t going to go out of his way to rescue me. I was lost. Bound to be hidden beneath the river forever- or, at least, until Anastasia is defeated; but what will become of me by then? Will I even still be me?
No one’s going to save me…
As Ryūno hugged me tight, I felt a wave of defeat wash over me, despair gnawing and gripping my heart in a vice.
I’m… gonna have to marry him.
Is there even any point in trying to stall anymore?
With the meals finished, Ryūno had the servants take the trays away, and lifted me up into his arms as he called for someone to prepare the baths and ready the shiromuku they had made the other day. I found myself growing resigned to my fate as I was set down upon a stool, Ryūno leaving the room so some demoness servants could tend to me. They stripped me of the red kimono, greatly alarmed upon seeing the scars decorating my form and muttering to themselves about how Ryūno must be informed, but I paid them no mind- not even when they took damp rags to my skin, scrubbing the dirt and the dried blood off.
No; instead, I could only focus on the feeling of how what little dignity and pride I had left was fading away, a cold hollowness taking its place. A doubt and loneliness rooting itself in my soul, sending the spirits into a panic.
When the servants were done cleaning me, they guided me into the bath- one filled with medicinal herbs and with lotuses floating on the surface- and washed my hair. I began to dissociate as one of them ran a comb through my dark locks, mind no longer processing what was happening as I was readied to become a bride for the second time today.
Being discarded… has never felt more painful.
So many times in the past had I been abandoned or replaced, but this? This was… somehow the worst one.
The world itself was crashing around me.
So why… in the depths of my heart, foolish and pointless as it was, did I find myself hoping that maybe, just maybe, for whatever reason, a certain silver-haired demon with pointed ears and aloof molten gold eyes would come rescue me from this situation? Perhaps the true reason I was so repulsed was because I already had feelings for someone else- and every touch and every kiss from Ryūno had me wishing for Sesshōmaru instead.
He would never, but I’d be happy just staying by his side and helping him look after Rin. Basking in the comfort of his presence, in the smell of the forest that was so very him. Sitting beside him against a large tree, watching as Rin played with Jaken and Ah-Un, the light from the campfire flickering and illuminating the darkness of night.
I’d… give anything just to have those peaceful days again. To be there instead of here.
Before I knew it, I was already completely dressed, makeup redone, and my hair put up in a style far more befitting a bride than the loose way the servants in Asagiri Town had let it hang before. They had tied my hair into a bit of a low bun, pinning it in place with a white-colored flower hair accessory. The shiromuku itself was also far more elegant and embellished, the hems of the gown and sleeves a light blue- perhaps to match the groom, and rather than red the inside kimono was a pink.
It was a very expensive bridal kimono, all in all, compared to the much plainer one I had been wearing earlier, which really just goes to show how much Ryūno had really been looking forward to marrying Diana.
Feeling a long white hood being draped over my head and shoulders, I knew it was time to face the inevitable.
Head held low, hands laced together in my sleeves, I was guided through the halls where all the servants save for the two on either side of me were lined up, sitting on their knees with their heads bowed. The two demonesses led me through the castle down many halls, until finally we reached a sitting room where Ryūno was waiting, his turquoise eyes lighting up with joy upon seeing me enter.
He had his armor on again, and on the small table in front of him were three empty cups and a bottle of what was most likely sake. A long scroll and a calligraphy brush was resting beside them. In the back of my mind, I once again wondered if the writing would count if I wrote with my non-dominant hand.
“You’re finally here.” Ryūno beamed. He held a hand out, and I forced myself to take it. “Come closer; allow me to see your face. My beautiful bride… now we can finally say our vows.”
This was it.
As I knelt down on the ground, feeling Ryūno’s hands cup either side of my face, I felt what little hope I had left in me vanish. There was no doubt about it now.
I was going to become this demon’s wife.
This only solidified when one of the demonesses moved over to whisper to him, most likely informing him about my scars, and Ryūno merely waved her off. “It simply means she’s survived through many hardships. All the more reason why she should be here, as my wife and under my protection- where she can flourish and live without fear.”
He turned to face me again, turquoise eyes crinkling affectionately as he brushed his fingers against my cheeks.
“No longer shall your life be at risk. I will keep you safe, Irene.”
Ryūno began to speak his vows.
Once he was done, the second demoness knelt behind me and leaned in close, whispering to me and making me repeat after her. After I finished, voice quiet and devoid of all energy, I was made to take three sips of sake- which I almost spat out upon tasting. Save for a few sips of wine mine and Maria’s eldest sister had me try a couple years ago despite my being underage, I’ve never actually had alcohol.
I had to force myself to swallow it, ignoring the way Ryūno’s face crinkled with amusement upon seeing my disgust.
Once I was done, he took three sips of the sake as well… before finally picking up the calligraphy brush. He wrote his name down, and I could feel my eyes sting with tears as he gently pushed the brush into my hand.
I ended up sitting there in silence for quite a long time, a lump caught in my throat, until I had finally managed to find the strength to murmur, trying once more in a desperate attempt to stall for time, a tiny part of my heart I didn’t even know existed still so foolishly hoping that someone would come to stop this. “I… I don’t… know how to write in this language…”
Ryūno was unbothered. He just smiled softly and told me to write my name in the language I did know.
Hand shaking, I hesitated before dipping the brush in ink. I thought about switching to my left hand. I thought about hesitating another moment longer, and then another, and then another, and maybe not even signing at all, taking the risk to anger the demon, but… in the end, I became resigned.
There was no escaping this.
And yet… no sooner had I put the tip of the brush down on the scroll to draw out the first letter of my name, did the sounds of complete and utter destruction from within the castle walls echo loudly, reaching through the halls to the room we were in. Demons were screaming, shouting for their lord, cries of voices being abruptly and horrifically cut off, and as a rush of footsteps rang in our ears, we whirled our heads around to look behind us, only to watch as the door started melting with a sickly green light.
In about the span of second, when it had completely fallen apart, my heart jumped back into my chest and lodged itself in my throat, and upon seeing who was standing there, staring down at us with cold amber eyes, the tears I’ve been holding back finally began to fall.
My lips parted in a breathless gasp. “S-Sesshōmaru…?”
Was it really him?
Ryūno started to stand up in a rage, but he wasn’t able to do anything before I had dropped the brush and lunged forward, tripping over the shiromuku hem and falling onto my hands and knees in front of the intruder. “I-It’s you, right!?” I cried, lips curling back as I choked on a rising sob. “Y-You’re not another shapeshifter, right!? You’re real, right!?”
“What nonsense are you spouting?” The silver-haired demon lord demanded.
Through the tears, I saw his brows furrowing and his golden eyes narrow, a hint of anger and irritation in his gaze. Reaching into his top, he pulled out a familiar ribbon, and my eyes lit up at the sight, my lips trembling as they spread out into a disbelieving yet absolutely ecstatic smile.
“What were you thinking,” Sesshōmaru growled, “allowing yourself to be captured by a lowly demon?”
It really was him. “You… found it? You found my hair ribbon?”
This must be a dream.
“S-Sesshōmaru…”
Shifting so I was sitting on my legs, I looked up at him with teary eyes and tugged off my hood, not bothering to stop the tears as they fell. The taste of sake was still strong on my tongue, and I knew some of the makeup was probably smeared now. But still… seeing him here caused a wave of comfort and relief to wash over me, his very presence giving the illusion of safety and security, and gave me the encouragement I needed.
“I-I don’t…” Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, I took a moment to breathe in shakily before blinking away a few more tears, gazing up at him and crying, “I don’t wanna get married! I don’t-!”
A hiccup tore through my throat, and I brought a sleeve up to my face.
“I don’t wanna be here! I wanna go back, Sesshōmaru!”
That seemed to be all he needed to hear.
Dropping the hair ribbon on the floor, allowing me to snatch it up in place of the bridal hood, he unsheathed his sword and lunged at Ryūno. The dragon demon managed to leap out of the way to avoid it, but Sesshōmaru’s sword cut through the table, effectively destroying the sake, ink, and the scroll that was on it, creating a complete and utter mess. The two demonesses that had been my guides during the ceremony had moved to hide and cower in the side of the room, away from the worst of the danger.
I looked over my shoulder at the two demon lords in alarm, this having not been what I meant for Sesshōmaru to do.
I guess, in a way, this also just really verified that it was him, though.
“What is this, Irene!?” Ryūno demanded as Sesshōmaru blasted a hole through the wall beside him, his voice aching with the sound of betrayal. “Have you forsaken me as well!?”
“Y-You never even gave me a choice!” I exclaimed, baffled by his accusation. With a wave of his hands, a gilded halberd formed from water, and the aquatic demon lord grabbed hold of it to fend off Sesshōmaru’s tōkijin. “You decided to bring me here on your own! Y-You didn’t even propose properly! At least ask me before whisking me away!”
“And this man!?” He struggled against the silver-haired demon lord’s blade, but with a good push and a flick of his tail, he had Sesshōmaru jumping back, the great dog demon landing in front of me. Ryūno glared through teary eyes, pointing his halberd at us. “Who is he to you?”
“…Wh-What? I- uh…” I’m not really sure. “My best friend’s older brother?”
At that, Sesshōmaru glared at me from over his shoulder. He clearly did not like the mention of Inuyasha. Whoops.
Ryūno looked stunned. “That’s… That’s it?”
Sitting there, feeling a little silly, I gave an uncertain shrug and a sheepish grin. I held the hair ribbon close to my chest. “I-I mean, we aren’t… really friends and we aren’t really allies? We just… kind of exist around each other.”
“Then… you aren’t together?”
The face I made then was absolutely incredulous. “Like he would ever!”
Sesshōmaru redirected his glare to Ryūno, insulted by the very suggestion. He was probably getting tired of being accused of dating me; this was, what- the second or third time? He’ll abandon me in the woods at this rate.
“So you don’t love him?” Ryūno asked, frowning as he lowered his halberd. “Then why are you opposed to marrying me? You don’t… have anywhere else to go, do you? Diana sent you in her stead, not knowing if I would kill you. I would never allow you to fall into anymore danger!”
Oh, jeez.
Slowly, I made myself stand- inhaling sharply and wincing as pain flared in my bad leg. Sesshōmaru must have smelled my pain, for his gaze flicked back towards me again. I limped over to stand beside the dog demon lord, tugging out the pin in my hair and letting the locks fall free.
I gave Ryūno a look as I pointed the pin at him, eyes narrowed angrily, the hair ribbon dangling in my other hand. “You didn’t even ask me to marry you! You just up and picked me up, and carried me here! You declared you were gonna marry me! I was given no choice in it! You wanna know why I was there in the forest instead of Diana?”
He was quiet, watching in stunned silence as I went off on him, my hands flying as I raged.
“Because she stole my things- the kimonos Sesshōmaru gave me, the food I bought for Rin, a tiny child I've been helping him look after, and my bow and arrows! She had her soldiers toss me around and yank my things away, and when her maids forced me into the baths and dressed me up, took my clothes away! I was blackmailed into coming here! I never agreed to marry you! You made the decision on your own! I do have somewhere to go back to! Somewhere I actually promised to return!”
Him, Diana, and everyone else…
I’ve never been allowed or able to choose for myself. But this? “I-I don’t want this! You’re really kind and pretty and all, a-and I’m grateful you helped me, but I don’t know you! I don’t… want to marry you!”
What I want is-
“I-I want to stay with Sesshōmaru! I want to help him look after Rin! I-I want…” My shoulders shook and I lowered my head, squeezing my eyes tightly shut. I dropped my hands and let them cling to my robe. “I want to stay.”
A heavy silence filled the room.
When I looked up, Ryūno had lowered his weapon completely. His face was heartbroken. “And that’s… your final decision? That’s what you truly want?”
I faltered, and cast a nervous glance at Sesshōmaru. The demon lord was staring intently at him, but I couldn’t read his face. I had no idea what he was thinking. I just hoped it wasn’t anything bad, and that he was only recalling the discussion we had before.
Whether or not I wanted to stay or leave- and if I, someone he claimed to be so audacious, had the strength to carve my own path.
If what I wanted was to stay by him… would he be okay with that? It was incredibly selfish of me, and I know I’m mostly just a nuisance to him, but… I like being by his side. I enjoy the days spent walking together aimlessly through the forest, and the nights when the group has set up camp and he’s watching over us all from his spot by his chosen tree. He doesn’t talk much, so hearing his voice always brought me such joy.
It was silly and ridiculous, but I loved being with Sesshōmaru. There was so much I wanted to learn about him, so much I wanted to know. I wanted to keep having proper conversations with him- until we had so many I could no longer keep count with my hands.
I… loved Sesshōmaru.
Looking away, I gave Ryūno a tentative nod and gripped my shiromuku tight. “Y-Yeah.”
“…Then go.”
I snapped my head up, eyes wide. “What?”
“Leave.” Ryūno demanded, not looking at either of us. “You’re not welcome in my domain any longer.”
“…Y-You aren’t mad?”
“Mad?” He echoed, before whipping his head around. “What makes you think I’m not mad? I’m livid.” Spinning his halberd, Ryūno pointed it at Sesshōmaru with a growl. “You chose a dog over me; the great Ryūno! I am the dragon demon that presides over these waters, and I demand respect!”
Sesshōmaru tightened his grip on his sword handle, and I felt a flash of panic rush through me, sensing another fight about to take place. If things got any worse, they would try to kill each other- and Ryūno wouldn’t be the one to survive. “You demand respect, yet showed none to the person you desired to wed? How laughable.”
“O-kay~!” I quickly exclaimed, sliding in front of Sesshōmaru and holding an arm out like I was trying to interrupt a spat between children. “Enough! Ryūno was- he was a little presumptuous, b-but he didn’t do anything to hurt me! He actually had his people tend to my wounds! A-And we didn’t get married so it’s not like anything’s happened, either! So…”
I retreated my arm, worrying my bottom lip despite the rouge I was wearing, and held my hands close to my chest, looking pleadingly up at Sesshōmaru.
“C-Can we… just go? Please?”
Sesshōmaru glanced down at me, and turned to stare coldly at Ryūno one last time. After a moment, he sheathed his sword, turning to face me with closed eyes. “Be grateful.” He said, and for a second I thought he was talking to me- but his next words made it clear they were directed towards Ryūno. “Your life was spared today, and only because of the mortal woman you tried to force into your arms. Never forget that fact.”
Holy frick, he was mad.
Ryūno glared at Sesshōmaru in response, turning his nose up at him. “You truly think you could kill me?”
I panicked and pointed the hair pin at him again. “Enough! Stop it! No more fighting!”
They were acting ridiculous.
“Ryūno!” I tried really hard not to think about the fact that my kimonos were made out of water dragon skin. “You are a really kind demon, okay? You didn’t kill me for the switch when you could’ve, and you had your people tend to my wounds. However, you just assumed I’d agree to marry you, which I didn’t, because you never even freaking asked.”
Honestly, that was my biggest issue with this whole thing.
“You deserve better than Diana, who’s… really kind of a brat, and way better than me, who… could never really be with you in the first place, okay?” Taking a deep breath, I built up the courage and began to make my way over to him, holding the flower hairpin out to him. He paused before taking it, staring down at it and then me with conflicted eyes. In an effort to be a bit gentler, knowing I was breaking his heart for the second time today, I softened my voice. “If you save some pretty lady from danger, I don’t doubt she’ll fall in love with you... just make sure you ask her to marry you first, okay? Don’t just kidnap her.”
He furrowed brows and turned away, frowning. “I asked Diana-”
“But she was a two-faced lying brat. Ask someone else.”
Ryūno practically pouted as he glanced back at me. “Will you marry me?”
Oh, my gods. I could feel my face burn at the question. He really just didn’t know how to give up, did he? “A-Ask someone who isn’t me!”
Finally giving into defeat, he huffed and sighed. “Very well…”
“Thank you! I’m… really sorry about all this.” But thank gods I’m not marrying him. “It was nice meeting you! Byeeee!”
I waved, then turned back around, moving to tie my hair up with the ribbon. It was a little damp- probably from having landed in the river stream- but otherwise perfectly fine. Walking back through the mess that was the destroyed table, stopping a couple feet away from the silver-haired demon lord, I stared up at Sesshōmaru. He was just standing there, looking down at me with his aloof features and intense golden gaze, but I could feel the emotions bubbling up again. I could hardly believe this was real- that he had come for me.
Even though he had no reason to… Sesshōmaru went out of his way to find me.
I curled my hands close to my chest, wondering what made him do all this. “H-How… do we get out of here? Which way’s the exit?”
I had tried so hard not to hope. I wanted to believe someone would come, but I was convinced it wouldn’t be him. Even though I so badly wanted it to be, I couldn’t think of any reason why he would want to come after me.
But he did, and he was here, and I was saved.
The supposedly cruel and cold-hearted demon lord saved more than just my life today, and I knew there was no way I would ever be able to repay him for it.
Sesshōmaru glanced over his shoulder at the door he had melted and walked through, before turning back to me. I blinked, staring up at him curiously, wondering what he was thinking, only to tense when he stepped forward, standing directly in front of me, our chests almost touching.
My heart picked up pace and lodged in my throat, my cheeks burning a bright red at the sudden proximity. He started reaching his hand out.
Heart skipping a beat, a startled squeak escaping my lips, my eyes flinched shut, not really sure what to expect… when his hand suddenly found the back of my shiromuku and gripped it, hoisting me up and tossing me over his right shoulder. As I yelped, I found myself being greeted with a face full of fur.
I’ve never felt so flustered and embarrassed. Pushing my self up so I could try and get a look at him, I exclaimed, “Wh-What the-!? What was that for!?”
“We’re going.” He stated bluntly, and just proceeded to walk out of the room, heading past all the unconscious servants and some of the guards he had killed. I gazed in horror at all the destruction that had fallen upon the underwater castle, baffled and a little bit disturbed Sesshōmaru went that far to rescue me. Those that were alive and awake were cowering, gazing at us in shock. “Rin is waiting for you.”
“Huh!?” It took a moment for me to process what he said. “O-Oh… uh, b-before we go back to Rin, c-can we… make a pitstop at Asagiri Town? I want to get my things back.”
Sesshōmaru didn’t respond, merely carrying me out of the castle and out the gate. “Why haven’t you healed yourself?”
“What? Oh…” Yeah, that was a thing. “H-He said we couldn’t… have the w-wedding… night… while I was still hurt, so…”
The demon lord went silent again.
Upon nearing the staircase, he leapt and took flight, and I let out another small yelp as I clung onto his fur, his right hand keeping firm hold of my thighs so I wouldn’t fall. Despite all the odds, Sesshōmaru had come to my rescue, and despite my disbelief…
He had come to my rescue.
“Th-Thank you…” I choked out, clinging tight to his fur as he burst through the waterfall, taking flight into the sky. I lowered my head, shaking a little, before feeling a smile paint across my lips, a laugh bubbling out my throat. I glanced at him as best as I could from over my shoulder, beaming and fighting tears. “I-I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you!”
“You’d get yourself killed.” Was his brutal response. I gaped at him. “Or married off to a senseless demon.”
“O-Okay, harsh, but… yeah. Probably.” Both scenarios literally almost happened today, so I can’t exactly argue there.
A silly grin plastered itself on my face, and I tried to sit up a little, feeling his hand grip my leg a bit tighter.
“You’ll come save me before either things ever happen, though, right?”
Sesshōmaru didn’t say anything in reply, but his lack of a response was an answer in and of itself I was starting to learn. Seeing as he didn’t refute my claim, that probably meant he actually would save me. If he was against it, he would have very much made it known. Sesshōmaru was just a little too prideful to allow himself to admit aloud he’d help me. That meant, if I were attacked and called out for him, he... would probably come running.
Features softening, I leaned back down against the dog fur, watching as the sky and forest passed by us. For the first time today, I felt truly safe and at ease. “Sesshōmaru…”
I closed my eyes, simply basking in the comfort his presence gave.
“I’m really glad you came.”
Notes:
"The sun goes down, the stars come out, and all that counts is here and now~ my universe will never be the same; I'm glad you came."
Anyways, RYUNOOOOOOOOO!!!!! I have his full design posted on my tumblr. :3 He's a good cookie, just had a big misunderstanding about Irene's situation. Lowkey probably ends up saving a woman from some bandits, and seeing how pretty he is ends up agreeing to marry him. Maybe she was running from her village that had been attacked. Who knows?
SESSSHOMARRUUUUUUUU~!!!! He absolutely one hundo percent knows Irene has feelings for him, but he's too oblivious/too prideful to notice/acknowledge his own. Hopefully his PoV made sense. Alskjfldkjfldkj, not Irene removing her hood/veil for SESSHOMARU instead of Ryuno. Foreshadowing? Hehehe.
So, the other day, I was telling my sister about the Ryuno vs Sess encounter- and it was absolutely hilarious. She's a riot. Here's the conversation-
Ryūno: “Who is he to you?”
Irene: “Uh… my best friend’s older brother…?”
Me: “And then Sesshomaru glares at her from over his shoulder!”
My sister, interpreting his glare: “Bitch, haven’t you realized I’ve already IMPRINTED on you!?”
Me, losing it:
Ryūno: “That’s… That’s it? You aren’t together?”
Me: “And now Sesshomaru is glaring at Ryūno!”
My sister, interpreting the glare once again: “Excuse me!!! I’ve clearly already staked my claim!!! She is MY waifu!!!”
I was dead on the couch laughing so hard. R.I.P I love her so much.
As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! Let me know what you think in the comments. 💕💕💕 Your comments give me life. :3
Chapter 44: An Unspoken Bond and A Silent Promise
Notes:
So a huge shoutout to @winterspellsfrozenkit for helping me brainstorm and write up this chapter!!! Thank you so much!!! Seriously, I don't think it would've gotten done without your help. XD You are a fanfic life-saver.
Now, BUCKLE UP BECAUSE THIS CHAPTER IS INCREDIBLY CHAOTIC AND BRUTAL. It is a RIDE. Grab your cup 'o tea, a blanket, and/or a plushie or animal because it is time for CHAPTER 44 TO BEGIN!!!!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Beauty was a senseless notion.
It was something brought forth by fools who desired that which they believed was above them. Fools consumed by greed and lust, they gave into their most base desires and lost control of themselves, and were so pathetic and weak they refused to acknowledge how lowly they’ve become. This has not changed over the last few centuries. Sesshōmaru is convinced this senselessness has only gotten worse.
But… it wasn’t always about greed or lust, he’s discovered.
There was an ever present beauty in the nature around him, one he never bothered to acknowledge until it was finally pointed out to him. Sunlight streaming in through the branches, illuminating the path before him. Flowers in full bloom, surviving the cold and the harsh world, growing on the side of the road. He didn’t really understand it, or how he was supposed to appreciate it, but Irene had been basking in it shortly after her revival.
A woman who died beneath the ominous glow of a red moon, and came back to life in the warm rays of the morning sun…
Reckless, foolish, soft, and audacious, yet also clever and capable.
What was beauty in her eyes? Who was she to even cause him to be curious about it?
The day he had given her the kimonos, she had been delighted beyond reason. Joyous and bright, she walked with a spring in her step and a large grin on her face. Irene had been humming, moving ahead of the group and gazing at the scenery with sparkling eyes. The human woman had been acting completely enamored with the world around her, to the point Sesshōmaru found it ridiculous.
But then… she stopped moving and gazed up at the sky, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply. She had seemed so at peace. A serenity of sorts had taken root in her, and when she looked back at them her smile had softened, her brown gaze warm and misty and all too affectionate.
“Isn’t the world just so beautiful?”
Beautiful. A word Sesshōmaru understood, but didn’t quite comprehend.
He had observed the woman for a moment, watching her smile with life in her eyes and bright red cheeks. “What’s so beautiful about it?”
Irene soon spoke of the sunlight fluttering through the tree branches, and how it illuminated the plants below. Of the birds with their constant singing and the clear blue sky. She spoke of the life and nature that surrounded them, that grew around them, but what was the point? All things die eventually; that was the true reality. Beauty is just a temporary thing, and it will wilt just like the flowers she so adores.
Just like her life- which was taken under the light of the blood red moon.
Irene was a terribly foolish creature… but she was not greedy like the rest of mankind. She was audacious, yes, but she had no ambition, no desire to take that which did not belong to her or what was above her. She simply wanted to be. Irene was a foolish woman who found beauty in the mundane and temporary, and had an existence that was of little to no consequence to the demon lord.
So why… was he so irritated?
Even before having found the bridal hood, an anger has been stirring within him. The heavy scent of blood, the fear that tainted it, and the knowledge that some pest was trying to claim her for their own disgusting wants; it aggravated him greatly. Sesshōmaru wanted to tear his claws through the throat of the person that instigated all of this- and behead the vermin that stole her away.
One does not challenge him without facing the consequences, and finding the hair ribbon in the river stream was the final straw.
He showed no mercy to the lowly demons that got in his way. He ordered them to move, only having business with their leader, but when they tried to intercept him he cut them down. Most of the pests in the castle halls had been slashed to bits by his claws and poison whip, and catching the direction Irene’s scent was strongest- the fear in it spiking so strong it was almost rancid- he began to run. Sesshōmaru melted the door with a fury, furious with Irene for getting herself into another troublesome situation and furious with the water dragon demon for stealing her away.
But… seeing her turn to look at him- dressed in a magnificent shiromuku, cleaned up, and her dark brown hair done up with a flower pin, red rouge on her lips- his rage faltered.
He could only watch as the hood fell from her head and shoulders, cascading around her in a flutter of white-and-pink silk, and as she gazed up at him with teary eyes and a trembling smile, Sesshōmaru knew she was the very picture of beauty that would lead many fools into giving leave of their senses, sacrificing their pride and their minds in favor of something temporary and pointless.
Arrogant fools would tear her apart for their own greed, and their lust would break her sense of self. Adorned in such precious pink silk that was embroidered with lilacs and accented with a soft blue, Irene was undoubtedly beautiful.
She did not wish to be, however, and hearing her call out to him reminded him of his purpose in coming here. He chided her for her recklessness and took out the hair ribbon he found. Rather than attacking Ryūno immediately, Sesshōmaru decided to wait; will Irene truly abandon her pride and ask him, Sesshōmaru, for help, or will she accept her fate in marrying such a pathetic creature?
Did she truly leave the hair ribbon behind for him to find, or was it merely coincidence that it had been lost?
“I-I don’t… I don’t wanna get married!” Irene cried, a hiccup tearing through her throat. “I-I don’t-! I don’t wanna be here! I wanna go back, Sesshōmaru!”
That was all he needed to hear.
Yet that foolish woman still chose to show mercy, forgiving Ryūno for forcing her hand in his. She scolded him, lectured him, and even gave him advice. Sesshōmaru would have slaughtered the man for daring to steal away someone he had taken under his wing, and yet was asked to spare him. Ryūno should realize how close he came to death that day, for if not for Irene’s plea Sesshōmaru would have ended him then and there. He should be grateful, for Irene is far more generous than he, and had it only been Sesshōmaru that Ryūno had wronged he would not have agreed to Irene’s request.
Pitiful demon, so worked up over a human woman…
Just like Sesshōmaru’s deceased father, and just like his miserable half-brother who had been pinned to a tree in a fifty year sleep.
What’s the point of it all?
It just didn’t make any sense to him.
“H-How… do we get out of here?” Sesshōmaru had stared down at Irene as she approached him, watching as she tied her hair back with the ribbon he had given her. She looked rather anxious, nervousness radiating from her smaller form as she stood a few feet away in front of him. The shiromuku hem trailed behind her, clinging to her form and giving off an aura of elegance she normally did not possess. Irene curled her hands close to her chest, fingers hidden beneath her long sleeves. Her deep chestnut brown eyes, though concerned, shimmered with unsaid joy. “Which way’s the exit?”
Sesshōmaru said nothing, realizing upon seeing her smile at him that his own actions today made little sense.
He pulled his gaze away to stare at the door he had melted, wondering if the rage he had felt truly did come from a sense of pride- and why the scent of her blood disgusted him so. She was just another human he had allowed to travel with him. A curious one, perhaps, but a human nonetheless.
Just as she said before, they were neither allies nor enemies. They simply existed around each other. Nothing more and nothing less.
And yet…
“I-I want to stay with Sesshōmaru! I want to help him look after Rin! I-I want… I want to stay.”
To declare such a thing so fiercely, when she had been so hesitant to voice her desires before, made it clear that there was more to it. There was more to it, because Sesshōmaru would not stop her if that was what she wished. She was bound to vanish eventually, but if she wished to remain by his side until then… so be it. Irene would be granted his protection for just a little while longer.
He’d allow her to continue walking beside him.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Whatever it was that led to their continuous encounters, this was as far as it would go. His generosity only goes so far. He is Sesshōmaru, the eldest son of the great dog demon general, and though Irene may hold such affections towards him like many fools have before, he is not inclined to such ridiculous notions.
No, it is just as she said.
They exist around each other, and that is all.
He is merely…
“Sesshōmaru?” Irene called, and his hand on her leg tensed. He glanced at the brunette from the corner of his eyes, the woman clinging leisurely to his mokomoko as she remained seated over his right shoulder. She had already gone ahead and healed herself with her Shikigami, the heavy stench of pain and blood no longer radiating from her. “I think that’s the town over there! Can you drop me off at the castle? Oooh, but should we crash through the ceiling or should I just walk through the front door…?”
She pursed her rouge-painted lips, thinking about it, fingers gently gripping his dog fur.
“I feel like the front door would be more of a power move… and if anyone tries to attack me, I can just summon a wall of flame. Yeah! Yeah, that sounds good.” Irene flashed him a brilliant smile, her deep chestnut eyes seeming to sparkle a startling russet. “Drop me off at the front door? Pretty please? I’ll be quick! I just want to grab the food and my kimonos, and I’ll be right out.”
Irene was still clearly reluctant about hurting others, but she was no longer willing to allow herself to be mistreated. She was no longer the meek woman he met back in that decrepit and destroyed castle.
She was reckless, but that recklessness now came with a plan, and she was fully prepared to do what was necessary to get back what was taken from her. Her skill with a bow could use some work, but she was a very formidable priestess… and her anger towards her abusers will only fuel her powers. Irene was no longer afraid to use her flames as a means of defense.
Irene was ready to use her spirits to scare off the pathetic fools who harmed her. “Um, just in case… if you hear me scream… o-or smell my blood… you’ll come save me, right?”
Sesshōmaru stared at her, expression carefully masked to hide his inner thoughts. Molten gold stared into chestnut brown, and the brunette fiddled with the fur of his mokomoko.
“…I-I don’t think it’ll come to that, but, I mean, you know; it might. And I don’t think I can take a whole army on by myself.”
Turning his gaze away and focusing on the castle ahead of them, Sesshōmaru ignored her foolish question and instead asked, “Here?”
Irene blinked at the change of topic, before relaxing upon realizing he didn’t explicitly say he wouldn't save her. Watching the town pass by below them, she brightened upon seeing the castle nearby. “Yeah! That gate over there! See the two guards? Set me down in front of them. I wanna freak ‘em out.”
The demon lord just hummed, and slowed his descent towards the town. Irene let out a small squeak when Sesshōmaru lowered them down until they were just above the two men, and the brunette grinned wickedly, mischief in her gaze.
Loosening his grip, he looked at her, and upon seeing her nod he released Irene.
It was almost pitiful how easily startled the two guards were, the mortals having not sensed or noticed his presence above them at all.
When Irene came fluttering down before them in a dance of pink-and-blue silk, she landed with the slightest stumble, but recovered with an impressive grace. Her arms out on either side, long sleeves billowing past her fingertips, she rose and lifted her head, and the two men stared, stunned, as she smiled at them with fluttering lashes and red lips.
“I’m baaack~!” Irene greeted, voice honey sweet. The brunette lifted a sleeve to the side of her face, emphasizing her grin. Her fierce eyes were a sight to behold, and the demon lord found himself silently acknowledging that such confidence was something that suited her greatly. “Miss me?”
Sesshōmaru and Irene were nothing more and nothing less than what they already were, two strangers that existed around one another and kept being drawn together by the string of fate- for no reason other than that she was destined to die and he was destined to revive her. She was friends with his pathetic little brother, and he found her presence tolerable. Neither allies nor foes, they traveled together, and he could care less as to whether she chose to stay by his side or leave back for her time period.
And yet, seeing the two men gawk at her, the demon lord had the strangest urge to claw their eyes out.
…
The guards almost didn’t recognize me, what with how dressed up I was.
If not for my resemblance to Diana, whom they’ve surely seen on a daily basis, they might not have recognized me at all. Once they recovered from their shock, they were quick to point their spears at me, alarmed not just by my appearance but by my suddenly falling from the sky.
“You- how!?” The man on the left demanded, glaring at me with dark disbelieving eyes. “You weren’t supposed to come back!”
The second guard looked equally baffled. “That demon should have eaten you alive!”
“Well, clearly he didn’t.” I huffed. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have an audience with your princess. She has a promise to keep.”
Both guards glanced at each other, a silent conversation passing between them, and after giving each other nods they turned to face me again. The guard on the right stepped forward. “Absolutely not. You aren’t going anywhere near Lady Diana!”
He charged at me.
Sidestepping him was easy, compared to all the demons I’ve had to face- and when the second guard swung I gripped the fabric of my shiromuku so I wouldn’t trip over it, fully prepared to spin and lunge to the side to avoid it while summoning forth my eagle Shikigami to bind him, but before I could a glowing green whip cracked against the ground, snapping the man’s spear in two, and I looked up with wide eyes at Sesshōmaru.
The guards did the same, and the one whose spear broke let out a horrified stammer, “A-A demon!”
“How did he get so close to the castle!? Sound the alar-“ The second guard was unable to finish his sentence.
One second the demon lord was in the sky, and the next he was hovering above the ground, appearing behind the man in a flash, the guard’s head being sent flying and his body collapsing to the ground with a sickening thud as Sesshōmaru’s one arm sliced through the air. The demon lord was completely unphased, though there was an annoyance shimmering in those molten gold eyes of his, and upon seeing the blood splatter my stomach began to churn, but I kept my disgust down and tried to convince myself to feel gratitude instead of horror.
Sesshōmaru killed him to protect me, after all. I would have rather he just scared them, since I didn’t want to cause any real harm to anyone, but at least he was trying to help… even if it was in his own ruthless way.
Honestly, now that I’m thinking about it, it’s a miracle I even managed to convince him to spare Ryūno.
When the demon lord’s golden eyes turned to stare down at the remaining guard, the man choked and fell to his rear, his legs giving out on him. He was trembling, and as his pants grew dark I realized that he had soiled himself in his fear.
Gross.
“Irene.” Sesshōmaru spoke, not even casting me a glance as he glared down the guard- who was so terrified he couldn’t even speak. A frown hung heavily on his lips. “Make it quick. The stench of this human town is disgusting.”
“Uh, y-yeah!” Stumbling over to the dead guard, I tried not to think too much about how his head was rolling five feet away or how blood was continuing to pool from his severed neck as I shakily grabbed the gate keys from off his belt. I held up both the hems of my sleeves and my shiromuku to ensure neither got stained by the crimson liquid. “Thank you. A-Ahem. Okay…”
Unlocking the gate, I pushed the doors open and tossed the keys, before spinning on my heel and giving Sesshōmaru a large grin and two thumbs up.
“I’ll be back! I’ll shout for you if I need help! Thank you! I appreciate you!”
He just scoffed.
Happy thoughts. I can do this.
Gods, I can’t wait to see the look on Diana’s face when she sees I survived. My heart is absolutely racing right now, but the idea of her realizing her little scheme failed was just too good. I never really considered myself that petty of a person, but I was really tired of being pushed around and taken advantage of. Ancestor or otherwise, I was not going to let Diana get away with what she did.
I’m going to rub my survival in her face and get my things back.
That bitch better have not touched my kimonos…
If she threw them away, I’m going to light her on fire. Maybe. Potentially. A harmless flame, but one that will at least get a good scare out of her. Maybe I’ll burn her kimonos.
The walk to the castle was just as long as I remembered, save for the trek to the gate. The soldiers that were walking around inside and/or guarding the courtyard all had to do doubletakes when they saw me casually walking by, and several looked at each other in alarm and disbelief before charging forward and blocking the castle entrance. Two blocked the staircase with their spears, while three more stood in front and pointed their blades at me.
“You may not pass!” One declared loudly, clearly raising his voice to hopefully inform others of my presence. “The lord is currently receiving guests before the ceremony tonight! Leave this place at once!”
“Lord Akamatsu and Lady Diana have no time to spare for a peasant like yourself!” A guard from the back exclaimed.
“...So family isn’t invited the wedding?” I mused. “That’s kind of rude, don’t you think? I even took care of her little “demon” problem for her.”
At that, the men faltered.
They glanced at each other, muttering amongst themselves in disbelief before eying me curiously, noticing that the shiromuku I was wearing was much more elegant and refined, and far more colorful, than the pure white one I had been given this morning. They probably didn’t even recognize it as a shiromuku at first because of the color scheme, but I had been done-up even more beautifully than what Diana’s servants had done for me earlier that I hardly looked like someone who just got done killing a demon.
But, what they don’t know, is that Ryūno isn’t actually dead. He’s still very much alive.
That’s my little secret, though.
Who knows, being all prettied up like this might actually make me coming back alive even more intimidating. They were already muttering under their breath about me being a demon, or some kind of vengeful spirit. It was kind of amusing. When one uttered the word, “Onryō,” the rest fell silent, dread and horror painting on all of their faces.
They looked at each other like someone had just cast a curse that would doom the entire land.
“She promised that if I came back alive, she’d return my things and “reward me for my efforts”. So… if you really wanna attack me here,” I flashed them all a shit-eating grin, thoroughly pissed at being blackmailed by their so-called princess, and lifted my hands up to press my fingertips together, sleeves falling down just slightly to reveal my perfectly manicured hands and scarred forearms, “just know you’ll be defying your “Lady Diana’s” orders, and therefore defying your lord.”
Maybe I was being a little too mean, but… man, I was so sick of being treated so badly. I was so sick of the prejudice and the abuse, and the blackmail…
Oh, the blackmail was the final straw.
“Which means, unless you want to be punished for treason…” I fluttered my lashes at them, before my expression went completely and utterly blank, eyes growing cold. “Back off and let me through.”
They looked terrified.
But, then again, they probably didn’t want to mess with someone who killed a demon. Stepping forward, the men all stumbled back and stepped out of the way, shakily holding their spears and a few still pointing their blades at me. They didn’t try to attack.
Walking forward, I did so as confidently as I could- keeping my back straight and head held up high, eyes focused on the path ahead of me. I could feel some anxiety trying to rise up, afraid of actually being attacked, but Sesshōmaru was close by and waiting for me. If anything happened, he’d come rescue me.
He’ll… help me.
I just have to call for him. If I call his name, he’ll come save me. He’s not going to abandon me or throw me away in the woods somewhere. Whatever we were, it was enough, because he’ll be there. I’m allowed to rely on him.
Gods, the thought made it really hard not to smile, a shy redness tickling my cheeks as my heart fluttered in my chest. I felt so silly getting so happy about something like this, but considering he was Sesshōmaru of all people- it just felt like a bigger deal than it actually was.
We weren’t friends or allies or enemies or any kind of specific label, but knowing that he’ll come save me if I ask… made it feel like he had accepted me.
Like I was truly a part of the group.
The weird dysfunctional little travel family of Sesshōmaru, Jaken, Rin, and Ah-Un. It was nice. I really liked it. Even if it wasn’t necessarily true, I loved the idea that I was considered one of his people.
We haven’t known each other for very long, but it feels as though we’ve come such a long way from our first meeting back in that decrepit, destroyed castle… where he found me crouched down clinging to a small calico tomcat after he cut a path through a horde of reanimated corpses. Who’d have ever thought, after a day like that, we’d be here now? Life truly was full of surprises, and more than just the time traveling kind.
As I walked, I came across more soldiers.
When they tried to approach and threaten me, I just waved a hand, silently asking the Shikigami to help me, and a wall of flame circled around me in a protective barrier. The men all let out shrieks and jumped back, alarmed, and some stumbled back and even dropped their weapons in an effort to avoid me as I kept walking forward. “What is-!?”
“A demon!?”
“She’s a demon!”
It was easy to tell where the main hall was, given the amount of guards and how they were all stationed. When one soldier felt particularly brave and tried to attack despite the flame, the eagle Shikigami was kind enough to bind him for me, stopping him in his tracks and turning his spear into ash. There was screaming, men shouting about me being a female demon, and then more terrified yelling about an,
“Onryō! She’s an Onryō!”
I just kept walking. I had no reason to be afraid- not with the Shikigami on my side and with Sesshōmaru on standby waiting to fly to my rescue.
Was my heart still racing? Yes.
Was I going to let it get to me? Absolutely not.
Soldiers were running past me now, dropping their spears, and I watched with slightly furrowed brows as they ran away, screaming at their colleagues to make way and pushing through them when they were too scared to move. Others pressed their backs to the walls, squeezing their eyes shut and looking away, while others stared at me with faces as white as sheets.
It was kind of weird, but it also made me feel like I was doing a very good job at being scary.
I stopped in front of the doors leading to the main hall- the reception room. Several guards were posted out the door, but they were quick to clear a path. They had heard the shouting, the accusations, and saw me walking towards them. Their fear only grew when I summoned my fiery red bull spirit and had him charge through the hall, knocking down the sliding doors and making an entrance with a loud roar before he clopped his front hooves, lowed, and disappeared.
Silence filled the castle halls, and I gripped the hem of my shiromuku as I stepped over the debris and passed the frightened soldiers, who were all watching me with big eyes and open mouths.
The lord of this castle- Akamatsu, I think the one soldier said- was sitting on some rather luxurious pillows, guards lining the walls of the room. Several maids were kneeling on either side of Lord Akamatsu, one much older than the rest, and kneeling before the lord was another noble, this one offering his congratulations in the form of various expensive presents. The noble had his own little entourage behind him, and a few more nobles and their entourages were kneeling behind him as well.
Diana was nowhere to be seen.
As I stood at the top of the debris, I grit my jaw before plastering on a smile, seeing the lord stare at me with great surprise. His dark eyes were wide as could be. “You… You came back?”
I stepped down from the debris, walking around the group of nobles and their servants- all of whom were staring at me in disbelief and shock. Whether it was because I was a foreigner or because of the kimono I was wearing, or even both, I wasn’t sure.
Yet as I neared, their expressions shifted from confusion to horror, and they all scuttled up onto their feet- everyone, of course, except the lord- and they parted, fearfully clearing a path. But that did nothing to stop the guards from running and surrounding me, pointing at me with their spears from about five feet away.
I came to a halt, staring down the lord. “I said I would. I want my things back.”
Inside my chest, my heart was racing. I could feel my palms sweating. The exhaustion of summoning so many spirits in such a short amount of time, in just one day, was wearing down on me.
I tried not to let it show.
Sesshōmaru will save me. If anything goes wrong, I just have to shout. Sesshōmaru will save me.
I can do this.
He’s never abandoned me.
Sesshōmaru didn’t have to help me when we first met, but he did. He didn’t have to protect me from the horde of undead, but he did. He didn’t have to save me when I was held hostage by the panther demons, but he did. He didn’t have to go out of his way to bring Ah-Un so I could escape with Rin, and… he didn't have to revive me… but he did.
He didn’t have to rescue me today, either, but…
Sesshōmaru did.
And I know, if I need it, he’ll save me again.
From his spot atop the cushion, the lord regarded me coolly, though the look in his eyes as he gazed at me was somehow even more disturbing than last time. I felt a surge of disgust as he slowly raked his eyes down my form and back up, taking in the extravagant shiromuku and the makeup I was wearing. “Yes… I suppose you do.”
I folded my hands into my sleeves. “Also, I was promised a reward. I could care less if it’s money, but I want my things back. Also! I’ll happily accept a cooking pot- or a pan. And… cooking utensils. And a bag of rice.”
“…You’re quite impertinent, aren’t you?” He said, scowling at my demands and disrespectful way of speech towards him.
Ha. “Let’s not forget your bride forced me to go in her place.”
My tone turned a bit cold.
“She promised me a reward, and said she’d return her things to me if I came back after dealing with the demon. Well. The demon has been dealt with, and I came back.” I narrowed my eyes at him, thoroughly upset and angry with how I had been treated. “So I… am here… to collect.”
Gods, I hope that sounded as intimidating aloud as it did in my head. I’ve never been very good at being mean. I couldn’t even kill the bandits that tried to attack me- Sesshōmaru had to take over and get rid of them. If things escalate here, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do much to stop it.
I can threaten them with the Shikigami, but I’m not entirely sure I’ll actually be able to attack them- justified though it might be. It felt a little hypocritical, since I didn’t have any plans to stop Sesshōmaru if he ended up hurting or trying to kill them, meanwhile I was unable to bring myself to bloody my own hands, but…
I don’t know.
I’d just rather things not get that desperate at all.
Creating balls of fire is one thing, but actively summoning the spirits themselves is another. One requires vastly larger amounts of energy and levels of concentration that I just do not have right now- and something about them being human made it difficult to just unleash fireballs at them.
Maybe it’s because my friends never attacked humans. Maybe it’s because I only ever had to kill demons.
But it felt a little pathetic and… wrong of me.
Human or demon, either way it’s still murder. One side just bleeds red and the other yellow, blue, green, and… other colors. Although some demons do bleed red like humans- Kirara and Shippō being perfect examples. Maybe I’m just a bad person.
What line would I be crossing if I did kill a human, instead of merely demons? Would I be crossing a line at all? What if I already crossed that line ages back when I killed my first demon? Is it because I’ve only ever killed monstrous looking demons that I can’t make myself bloody my hands? I know I’ve fought demons with human faces before, but… thinking back on it… I’ve never actually killed any of them.
I can’t… bring myself to hurt a human being because… despite all the demons I’ve killed… none of them had actually been people. I fought Kagura and Kanna, I went against Tōran and her siblings, I even had to stand up to Kōga at one point, but… I never killed them. I think the only one I ever actually managed to hurt was Kagura, and she recovered quickly from her wounds.
When the time comes and I have to face Anastasia… will I be able to defeat her?
As petty as I am, I don’t think… I’ll be able to kill her as long as she wears a human face. My face. She was a walking corpse, one who wanted to steal my soul and claim it as her own, but she was still a person.
What difference does it make whether she’s a human or not?
It’s such a grey area, having neither a right nor wrong answer. I’m not like Sesshōmaru who can just do whatever he puts his mind to, without a care. To him, a life was a life and a death was a death. If someone wrongs him, he’ll get even and continue on with his journey. I can’t kill those who want to hurt me as easily as he can.
But… I guess… whether it’s wrong or right is merely up to perspective. All I can do is just keep doing what I’m doing, and pray everything works out in the end.
Burning this castle down and scaring the people in it is definitely a bad thing to do, though…
But it would feel so good if I did.
Hrm. Maybe traveling with Sesshōmaru for so long wasn’t actually that good of an idea. I feel like some of his ruthlessness is rubbing off on me. That being said, I have no intention of stopping.
Not yet.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned, but on Earth… love is both a motivator and a weapon, as it is a form of hope- and that hope can serve as a tightrope, keeping you from toppling off the edge.
And it will burn, like your very soul is on fire.
I am fury, I am rage…
But I am not going to go on a rampage.
I’m going to bide my time and get my things back. I’m going to make sure I have all the food and supplies I need to look after Rin, and then I’ll make sure I have the bow, arrows, and kimonos that Sesshōmaru gave me. I barely managed to keep my hair ribbon from being stolen and from losing it forever, but so help me I am getting my kimonos back.
This affection is entirely one-sided on my end… but that’s fine. As long as I can stay with him, as long as I can travel with him and not be rejected, or hated, or abandoned, as long as I can remain with him, then I’ll be satisfied. I won’t ask for anything more.
I just… want to be with him a little longer. Until the inevitable. Until I’m forced to go back home. I want to get to know him as much as I can, until I can’t anymore.
Since my friends probably think I hate them now…
I can at least ask for this much, right?
To my relief, the lord of Asagiri castle waved a hand at one of the nearby female servants. His gaze never once left my face. “Go fetch my bride. Tell her the “guest” has returned.”
The woman bowed. “Yes, M’lord.”
As she hurried off, the lord turned back to me, and I almost scrunched up my nose in disgust when he eyed me again, bringing a hand up to rub his goatee. I barely managed to keep my emotions in check- a feat I was quite proud of. “Impertinent though you may be… you are quite the beauty. You shine now more than you did this morning. You said you were promised a reward?”
I narrowed my eyes at him, not at all happy with the sleazy compliment. “Yeah. She said she’d reward me and give me back my things.”
“I see…” He closed his eyes and thought for a moment. When he opened them again, his lips curled into a small smirk. “Of course, a young woman such as yourself deserves a reward after fending off a cruel demon like that wretched beast, Ryūno.”
Thank you! Although he isn’t really cruel, just a bit misguided. He had good intentions, just went about it all wrong. But, jeez.
Please, just give me back my things.
“Mmhm.” I gripped my arms tight from within my long sleeves. “I played the long game. Let him dress me up, sit at the altar- then I got rid of him.” In a sense. “So a reward would be very nice. Please and thank you.”
From beside him, the maids all looked at each other. The eldest maid looked like she was contemplating saying something, to speak up, concern and slight fear written across her older features, but just as she gained the courage to open her mouth a guard burst in from the destroyed doorway, panic in his eyes.
He wasn’t alone. Various other soldiers were with him, all varying from scared and panicked to straight-up horrified. They truly looked as if they were face to face with their worst nightmare.
“Return her things!” The first man cried, half-slumped as he held a hand against the broken doorway to steady himself. “M’lord, please! Appease her spirit!”
“Grant her wish!”
“She’ll burn the castle down if you don’t! She’ll kill us all!”
Lord Akamatsu gave them a look, clearly both annoyed by the disruption and their undermining of his authority, and bewildered, as he had no idea why they were demanding such things from him. “And who are you to tell me what to do? This woman is no spirit. I am the lord of this castle, and I shall do as I-”
One of the many guards shook their heads, looking close to tears. “She’s an Onryō!”
That word again.
What the heck is an Onryō? And why is it striking more fear into these people than just seeing me come back alive? Even the lord of the castle looked a bit pale now, like a realization of some kind had just smacked him in the face. He was staring at me with less of a leery gaze and more of a shock, as if he had just been handed a heaping plate of common sense, and finally realized that his actions have damning consequences.
That… sending a young woman off to be married to a demon instead of the intended bride would come back to haunt him.
Lord Akamatsu was stunned silent. His dark gaze raked across the shiromuku I was wearing once more. It was not the same one I had been wearing when they sent me off in the palanquin this morning. Cogs were slowly turning in his brain, putting together pieces that weren’t actually there to fit what everyone was telling him and what it was he was seeing. A human woman had been sent off to marry a demon, yet came back unscathed and dressed like a beautiful bride. She had strange powers, and used them to blast down his front doors.
Clearly I must be some kind of demon, and not actually a human like they previously believed. Whatever an Onryō was, that must be what I am.
And instead of correcting them and their very wrong assumptions, I just stared down Lord Akamatsu, brown eyes narrowed, waiting for him to speak.
Processing this information, the lord closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then looked up at me again. He looked deeply unsettled, but still not very willing to do what I wanted. “…So, you got “rid” of that demon, did you? And now you’ve come here to my castle… to retrieve what was taken from you.”
I resisted the urge to make a face. “Obviously. That was the deal.”
“…I am afraid I can not comply with that request.”
There was an immediate uproar at his words, and everyone began shouting protests. The maids looked up at the lord in disbelief, and the elderly one dared sit up to cry out, “Lord Akamatsu, you mustn’t! You must comply with her wishes! Her spirit won’t rest until she has what is hers!”
The lord raised a hand, sending the older maid a glare. “Be quiet. What use are material objects to a spirit? Those kimonos are made of precious material- and are far more suitable for my bride than that of this ghost.”
“But, my lord-!”
He ignored her, and any other complaints that came from the nobles and the guards standing by. Instead, Lord Akamatsu turned to face me once more. “Tell me, spirit. You’ve not… bedded the demon, have you? Before he took your life?”
Ah. Okay. I get it now.
They think I’m dead. A vengeful spirit that rose from beyond the grave. They probably thought Ryūno drowned me or something. I’m still not entirely sure what an Onryō is capable of, but it’s clearly going to work in my favor if everyone is literally shouting at the lord of the castle to give me my things back. That said…
What the hell does sleeping or not sleeping with Ryūno have to do anything?
My expression immediately fell into something cold and harsh, gaze even more irritable than before. “Seriously? I said he got me to sit at the altar, not his- ugh. No!”
What is with the men of the Feudal Era and their stupid need to ask whether or not I’ve slept with someone? It was bad enough being accused of sleeping with Sesshōmaru when I didn’t even realize I cared about him in a romantic way, scared he’d abandon me because of his disgust towards such insinuations- and towards a human of all people, but now Ryūno is being targeted too?
The misogyny in this time period is truly something else. A woman can’t be two feet next to a man without being accused of throwing herself at him. Jeez. Granted, that’s not much different from modern day accusations, but… it’s definitely worse here- and far more frequent.
As I was mentally imagining throttling the next person who’d ask me such an invasive and personal question, my attention was caught by the smirk that the lord of Asagiri castle was suddenly wearing.
Furrowing my brows, I watched as he stood up.
Towering over me, tall and lanky, he stepped closer, his colorful robes trailing behind him. I contemplated taking a step back, uncomfortable by the way he was closing the distance, but the many spears shakily pointing my way made me second guess that decision. Instead, I stayed completely still, keeping my back tall and my chin slightly down- trying to appear as elegant and intimidating as possible, remembering the specific way the underwater river servants had made me stand after dressing me up.
For as terrified as these men were of me, they clearly wanted to protect their lord- even though they knew their weapons would do little, if anything at all, to a so-called spirit.
Lord Akamatsu of Asagiri castle stopped in front of me, so close our chests were almost touching. His breath was rancid. “I know exactly how to reward you for your efforts- and how to appease your spirit.”
His voice was a murmur, dark eyes glinting dangerously.
“You died a bride, never able to find happiness as a wife… but I can change that.” He slid a hand out of his sleeve to rest against his chest. “I will take you as my wife instead of Diana, and you can rest knowing you have finally achieved your life’s purpose.”
The silence that filled the room was so thick you could probably ignite it. Various gasps came from the people around us, and I just stared up at the lord, unamused and thoroughly disgusted.
“What do you say? Will you marry me, o’ beautiful wandering spirit?”
I had half a mind to kick him. “I want my kimonos.”
The silence grew even thicker. The tension was so palpable it was almost suffocating. Not for me, of course, as I was basking in being seen as someone intimidating after so long of mistreatment, but for everyone else? The guards looked like they were going to wet themselves, and the nobles were shaking like leaves. Lord Akamatsu even inhaled sharply at my rejection, and his face went several shades paler as he realized there was no talking me out of taking back what was mine.
Unfortunately, he was stubborn… and scowled as he folded his hands back into sleeves. “What is so important about them to you that you would reject peace for material clothing?”
“I could care less about getting married.” I stated bluntly. “And marriage doesn’t equivalate to peace. But the kimonos were a gift. I want them back. Along with the food I bought, and my bow and arrows.”
“You-“
“Wait!” The elderly maid suddenly cried, practically throwing herself forward and onto her hands and knees. Strands of graying hair fell into her face from her yellow headband, and her brown eyes welled up with tears. “O’ spirit, please have mercy on our lord! He is enamored by his bride’s beauty, and serves to give her all she desires! I can tell you where your heart’s desires lie, so I beg you- please, bring no harm to the people of this castle!”
I blinked, leaning sideways to peer at her from over the lord’s gangly frame. “Okay…? I’m listening.”
“The basket of food is resting in the kitchen pantry! The cooks were to use them as ingredients for the wedding feast tonight! Y-Your weapons should be in the armory!”
Hrm. “And my kimonos?”
She squeezed her eyes shut, ducking down and bowing until her head touched the ground. The maid was trembling, crying even. “A-Are… the kimonos truly so important to you? Surely… there is s-something else you’d like instead…”
“I want my kimonos.” I repeated again, tone once more growing cold. “They were from someone very important to me, and I am not letting them go.”
Flames flickered at my feet then, mostly as a show more than anything else. Several people in the room squeaked and gasped, and the guards began to visibly sweat. Embers danced along my arms and shoulders as I turned my attention back to the lord, my brown eyes hardened in a fierce glare.
“Where. Are. My. Kimonos?”
From the destroyed door came a loud gasp.
Turning around, I blinked- and my eyes went wide, seeing Diana and the maid that had left standing there before the debris. But that… wasn’t exactly what shocked me, however. No. I was expecting Diana to show up at some point, for her to make an appearance and spout some self-centered nonsense. I had been hoping for her to show up, so I could scare her a little.
But it was what that brazen woman was wearing that left me staring up at her in disbelief from across the room.
Diana looked just as beautiful as last time, her long dark chocolate hair cascading in waves down her shoulders. Light makeup painted her face, her naturally pink lips colored with red rouge. A precious white silk robe was draped over her arms, and adorning her curvaceous figure was a familiar dark-and-light blue kimono embroidered with yellow flowers.
That was my kimono she was wearing. The one Sesshōmaru gave me.
She was wearing my kimono.
The same one she complimented when she had her men drag me to her room.
My disbelief quickly bubbled into a rage, and I felt my hands ignite with flames. The next thing I knew, my vision had gone red and people were screaming. Hot white flames enveloped my body as I ran from the lord, charging at Diana with all the strength and speed I had left in me.
The guards panicked.
A spear flew past my face, one of the men boldly swinging at me as I dashed by him, but it just barely grazed my cheek before it disintegrated from the flames. No one saw the cut. They just saw the blade turn into ash. No sooner did it vanish did all the guards start scrambling away, screaming and begging for their lives, their weapons all dropping to the floor in their fear.
Diana’s dark blue eyes went wide when she saw my hands outstretch towards her, aiming for her throat and her robes. “Give it back!”
At my bellowing demand, her maid screamed and stumbled backwards, falling onto her rear.
Diana did not move, frozen in place by her fear.
But just before I could reach her, a body had tackled me from behind, long spindly arms wrapped in multiple layers of robes coiling around my waist. In my surprise, the flames dissipated, and then me and my attacker both tumbled and rolled onto the ground, grunting and wheezing. I began to thrash, screeching, kicking my legs, and the grip around me tightened- then loosened, only to tighten again.
I let out a furious roar. “Let go of me! Aaaaagh!”
The man held tighter, and I made to claw at his face with my nails- but he quickly shifted his hold and pinned down my arms, lifting me up and forcibly pulling me into his lap. His arms gripped me so tight he was crushing me, and as I continued to thrash the people around began to pause, their expressions shifting from fear to confusion.
They believed me to be a spirit, and yet a mortal was holding me down.
Lord Akamatsu squeezed me tight, and out of breath from all the thrashing and being crushed in his grip I stopped kicking, wheezing and struggling to breathe as I glared up at him from the corner of my eyes. He saw the blood trickling down my cheek. He felt not cold, but warmth emitting from my body beneath all the shiromuku layers.
His voice was a breathy gasp. “You’re… alive?”
“And what of it!?” I snapped. “Give me back my kimonos!”
Diana finally let out a breath, stumbling back a little and falling down to her knees as she brought a hand up to her chest. She was sweating. “You… how? How are you alive!? H-How did you… with those flames…!?”
I just glared at her.
In the background, the soldiers were all tentatively moving to pick up their weapons again, and the ones in the hallway behind Diana were watching the scene take place with wide eyes and hunched shoulders. The lord of the castle’s fingers dug into my arms, and I flinched, gritting my jaw tight. A disturbed shiver went down my spine when he rested his chin on my shoulder.
“What are you?” He murmured. “A demon? A temptress?”
My voice was a hiss. “A priestess!”
Lord Akamatsu hummed. My jaw clenched when his slid a hand up along my torso to grip my chin, spindly fingers forcefully lifting my head so my eyes would meet his. My stomach churned, even more disgusted than when I had been sitting in a certain water dragon’s lap being spoon-fed and smothered in unwelcome kisses.
Ryūno’s affection had been uncomfortable, but at least his very being didn’t repulse me.
“So you survived. You defeated the demon, came back to reclaim what was yours, and all with those powers of yours…” Firmly keeping one arm wrapped around me, he tugged me onto my feet, and I yelped as he held me to him.
If not for the wave of dizziness that washed over me from the overuse of the Shikigami, I would have pushed him away, but I was so exhausted I didn’t have the strength. Today had been far too much for me to handle alone.
I watched, my face scrunching up in its disgust, as the lord grinned.
“I know exactly what to do with you.” His thumb pushed at my bottom lip, so close to smudging the lipstick that the demoness maids had worked so hard to apply to my face. When I tried to recoil he just grabbed my jaw harder. He leaned down, nose almost brushing mine. “Forget becoming my bride, oh vengeful spirit. You, my lovely, fiery priestess… shall be given the honor of becoming my concubine.”
Wait… what?
Oh, hell, no.
When my eyes widened and quickly narrowed in a silent glare, the lord just grinned at me, a sickening intent in his gaze that made my stomach churn and caused some bile to bubble up my throat. “I look forward to taming you. You should be grateful- what better husband could you possibly find than a lord like myself?”
Diana, despite her relief that she had been saved by her groom, was immediately alarmed, and she whipped her head around to look up at her soon-to-be-husband. Betrayal was written all across her face, a disbelief that he actually was actually planning to take me in as a mistress heavy in her voice. “My lord-! What are saying!?”
“I am the lord of this castle, and I will have who I please.” Was his harsh response.
Diana looked as if she had been smacked in the face.
“Shut your mouth and keep quiet, like a good wife. Just think of what my clan can achieve with powers like hers…” His thumb brushed down from my lip to trace my jaw, and I turned my head, feeling moments away from throwing up all over his embellished and heavily embroidered robes. “I’ll make you bear child after child, until the Akamatsu name reigns over this continent. A lord with the power of flames…”
Nope, nope, nope-
The arm he had around me started to drift towards my stomach. “Diana is as fragile and sweet as a flower, but you… are more like a wild horse, aren’t you? Heh. The average man wouldn’t know how to tame a mare like you, but I do. Yes…”
He leaned forward, voice whispering in my ear. The sensation of his breath tickling my skin caused an immediate fight-or-flight reaction.
“Our sons will be the most powerful men in this country. Is this not a fitting reward, for a… strong woman such as yourself?”
With one arm freed, my hand rammed itself into his throat.
As the lord of Asagiri castle stumbled back, choking and gasping, Diana’s hands flew up to her mouth with a scream, and the spirits inside my soul began to riot. They were panicking, shouting, and a whirlwind of flame appeared, spinning around me in a flurry of red and yellow. It was draining me even more, spots dancing in my vision.
I could hear several of the nobles begin shouting again, but their words were lost on me, no more than muddled nonsense as my ears started to ring. Guards came running my way, ready to slice me through with their swords and skewer me with their spears now that they knew I could be harmed…
But they didn’t get very far.
With a sharp gasp and a stumbling turn of a panicked heel, I ducked down onto my knees, threw an arm out above my head, palm extended, and shrieked-
“Shikigami!”
A pentagram formed above me in less than a second.
The eagle spirit flew out alongside various orange butterflies. They fluttered about and flew around the guards, binding them with strands of red flame. Their weapons caught fire and burned away into cinders, reminding the soldiers that while I was human, I was still a force to be reckoned with, and then the lord was slumped over, mostly recovered, though still coughing and hacking as he glared up at me through tears, a hand to his wounded throat.
He looked pissed. “H-How-! How dare you-!”
“I-I am not having anyone’s kids!” I cried out, still kneeling, sapped of far too much energy to properly stand. I felt exhausted. All this summoning in one day was really too much. I could already feel some of the whirlwind dying down, until it was nothing more than cinders. I was running out of fuel. There were maybe a few droplets left in me at best, but I’m not sure if I’d be able to summon anymore flames after this.
Not unless it was to bluff them somehow.
Unfortunately, I still had a job to do. “Least of all yours, you… sicko! I ain’t gonna be no one’s freaking broodmare!”
The very idea made me want to vomit.
He was so lucky I was still on the fence about killing actual people, because I am this close to absolutely incinerating his creepy ass. “You have a bride! Diana! Back off a-and stick with her, pal! Ya don’t… need me!”
The lord just glared at me, and from behind me one of the nobles’ bodyguards stood up, their bindings weakening, and moved to grab me. I almost didn’t hear the footsteps.
In a burst of adrenaline, I managed to roll to the side, but then another wave of dizziness hit me. I tried to get up, prepared to run for it, to put some distance between me and the soldiers, only for the world to spin, a pair of hands grabbing my arms. The guards that weren’t bound and still had their weapons quickly formed a circle, pointing their spears at me.
I had reached my limit. “S… Sesshōma-!”
They didn’t give me a chance to finish crying out his name. A large and rough hand grabbed the back of my head and slammed my face against the wooden floor.
For a moment, everything had gone black.
When that blackness faded, I felt warmth trickling down not just my right cheek but also my left eye. A pair of fingers had tangled themselves in my hair, lifting me up and forcing me onto my knees as I dazedly stared up at the familiar faces of Diana and Lord Akamatsu. Faint traces of demonic energy in the distance tingled my skin, making my brain itch as it tried to comprehend the source.
At first… I could only focus on the fact that Diana was wearing my kimono.
The pretty blue one with flowers, the overly fancy one. The one that reminded me of the flowers I had once tucked into Sesshōmaru’s armor. I hated that it suited her better than it did me.
I hated the smile she was giving me behind her long white sleeve, and the way her dark lashes fluttered as her blue eyes gazed down at me. Staring at me as if I were somehow inferior to her. Not even Sesshōmaru looked at me with such eyes, and I know for a fact he believed me foolish. She was looking down at me as if I were to blame for her groom’s indecencies. Yet, instead of berating or cursing me out, she just did as told and held her tongue, her jaw clenching tight as she tried to burn holes into my skull with her eyes.
This woman… gods, she really just lived to make me mad, didn’t she?
“I did… what was asked.” I choked out, glaring up at them through the painful stinging in my eyes, unsure if it was caused from the blood dripping down my face or from the tears that had formed. “Ryūno… won’t bother you again!”
Shifting a little, attempting to move forward, ready to start tearing off the silky white fabric Diana was wearing to get to my kimono, the guard that was gripping my hair yanked on the strands. I was tugged back with a pained cry, my hair ribbon threatening to come loose once more. The throbbing in my skull worsened.
“G-Give them back! It’s… It’s my kimono!”
It was the first thing Sesshōmaru ever gave me. It was a gift with so much thought behind it that it went against all I’ve been told about him, as it was a gift given to protect me. It meant so much to me, as someone who always felt like I wasn’t worth anything, who wasn’t allowed to want for anything, and yet she was wearing it like it had been made for her all along.
“Incorrect.” Diana mused, squinting her eyes at me. She was standing partially behind the lord, who was still gripping his aching throat. She folded her hands into her sleeves, her red-lips tilted upwards in a sickeningly sweet smile. “It ceased to be yours the moment you left this castle. You never returned, you see.”
“…What?” Confusion painted across my dazed face. “I-I’m not… I’m not dead. I’m not an… an Onryō.”
The man holding my hair tightened his grip again, only to suddenly throw me forward, kicking my back. A pained cry escaped me, and I sprawled across the floor, wheezing, spots dancing in my vision. Turning my head, about to sit up, I paused, seeing a guard lifting his blade.
Even in my disoriented state, I knew- the second I sat up, he would slice off my head.
Just like…
“Sesshōmaru…”
Lord Akamatsu frowned, and Diana blinked. “What?”
Oh. That’s the energy I’m sensing. It’s Sesshōmaru.
Did he smell my blood?
An almost pathetic smile spread across my lips then, followed by a hiccuped laugh. “S-Sesshōmaru… is here. He’s coming.”
He’s coming to save me.
It felt a little bit like a dream.
Fingers weakly gripping the hems of my sleeves, I remained on the floor, shifting only slightly so I was on my knees. There was no hiding my smile as I turned my head, looking up at the lord and his brat of a bride out of the corner of my eyes. “Y-You… wanted to make me your… your, um… c-concubine, right? Mistress? Or whatever…?”
Lord Akamatsu narrowed his eyes at me, hand still rubbing his throat. “You misunderstand. You will become my mistress. All I must do is chain you. You’re hardly in a state to fight back. When my aid returns with the bindings, you will bear my children- and they will inherit all of your powers.”
I scoffed out a laugh. “S-Sorry, not sorry. I already… h-have… a lord… waiting for me.”
And, unlike this asshole, he actually respects me.
A heavy silence filled the room.
Blood dripping onto the floor, my brown eyes flashed. I readied myself to say the final lines that would set everything in motion. My voice turned sickeningly sweet. “Wanna~ know~ his name? I’ll tell you. It’s… really pretty.”
Diana was glaring so hard veins were visibly popping along her neck. Her hands were gripping her wrists so tight her arms were shaking. Her voice was a seething whisper. “Who?”
I began to sit up, movements slow and sluggish and a bit unsteady.
The guard prepared to swing.
Lord Akamatsu lifted a hand, stopping him. “I just said I was going to make her mine! Stay your blade, you fool!”
Heh.
Judging by his narrowed eyes, he wanted to know what lord it was I was talking about. He had been rejected twice, after all- both when he thought I was a spirit seeking revenge and after he learned I was still human. His pride had been damaged, and he was keen on using force to obtain what he wanted, but if there was another lord in question… he would have to handle things a bit more delicately.
Resting properly on my knees, my hair hanging loosely around my shoulders and the ribbon on the ground near my feet, I lifted my head and smiled at them with bloodied, fluttering lashes.
“Sesshōmaru.”
Everyone was confused, yet a murmuring began to spread around the room- the name seeming to intimidate them despite them having never heard of it before. Whether it was because it was the name of a seemingly powerful lord or because the name itself had some impressive meaning I didn't know about, I wasn't sure, but either way it got the job done. I got the reaction I had wanted out of the people. Even Diana was frowning, and Lord Akamatsu, while unnerved, raised an eyebrow.
“Lord Sesshōmaru?" He asked, as if to confirm he heard me correctly. "I know not a lord by that name.”
“Really? Well, this is the… what, north? The east? Northeast? Whatever.” I can’t think. Words are hard. My skull is still throbbing. “He’s from the west.”
“You lie.” Lord Akamatsu stated, expression darkening. “There is no such lord of that name in the west.”
“No, there is.” Just not a human one.
My grin grew absolutely wicked.
“Want me to call him? He’s on his way here right now.”
“What?”
“Can’t you feel it?” The demonic aura is tingling in the air, a scent clinging to the wind almost like the pungent smell of ozone. Maybe it was ozone I was smelling, if he had drawn his tōkijin. I swayed side-to-side, giggling gleefully. “Sesshōmaru is~ on~ his~ waaaaay.”
The nobles in the back began muttering to themselves, confused and a bit terrified. They said something about getting on the wrong side of a powerful lord, and how they might receive punishment for harming a rare Onmyōji priestess like myself. A part of me dazedly wondered how they knew what kind of priestess I was when I never told them, and if any of them had been like Shizu and Shiori who had heard rumors of one.
Then I stopped caring. “Well?”
“He won’t come.” Lord Akamatsu said, utterly convinced. He finally lowered his hand from his neck, sliding his arms into his sleeves. His black eyes were burning into me, looking like he wanted to simultaneously tear me apart and have his way with me. “There is no such lord- and if there was, I doubt he’d come here to rescue a dog-eyed woman like yourself. Unless he intends to use you for your powers…”
The look Diana gave him at that insult was certainly something. It was as if she was realizing just how much she screwed up choosing this sexist, racist jerkwad over sweet Ryūno who had genuinely cared for her. Sadly for her, it’s too late to go back and change her mind. The demonic water dragon knew exactly what kind of person she was now. I made sure of it.
She fucked up.
That said, calling me dog-eyed was actually kind of funny. It’s almost like he knows that the demon lord I’m about to call is a dog demon. “He’ll come.”
I’m sure of it. I have his silent promise.
Sesshōmaru won’t abandon me.
“Then go ahead.” Lord Akamatsu said, tilting his chin up at me, dark eyes cold and not at all convinced the man I spoke of was real. “Call for him.”
I didn’t need to. I was almost certain of it now; the demonic energy I felt earlier was even stronger. Sesshōmaru was already on his way. He smelled my blood and came running. But… I did want to call for him.
It made me feel special, in a way.
Even if crying for help was something I wasn’t used to doing.
Heart surging with warmth, I inhaled deeply, then ducked down with a closed-eye scream, raising my voice as loud as I could despite the dizziness and breathlessness it caused me, covering my head with my arms. With all my strength, I shouted,
“Sesshōmaruuuuuu!”
The demonic energy spiked.
There was a loud explosion from the far right.
And then a large wave of blue electricity came bursting through the walls, tearing apart the wood and sending debris flying. The scent of ozone crackled in the air, confirming my earlier suspicion, and smoke drifted in from the scorched wood. Most of the people were unable to avoid the splinters and debris that flew and scattered across the room, but thankfully the worst of it managed to avoid the center- where the lord, his bride, and I were all at.
When the dust cleared, the demon lord himself was standing atop the mess, his tōkijin in hand and his golden eyes cold as he surveyed the situation.
Sesshōmaru was not impressed with the way things turned out. He looked even more annoyed when he saw me lower my arms and flash him a weak smile, waving as blood dripped down my face.
“I said to make it quick.” The demon lord reminded, calm despite the ferocious energy crackling from his demonic sword. “Not get yourself killed.”
“…You also said I’d get myself married off without you.” I tried to joke, wheezing a little as he began to slowly walk towards me. “Guess what? C-Creep… Creepy guy over there…”
I pointed at the man who had squatted down in his fright, dust falling onto his shoulders from the explosion, Lord Akamatsu staring up in alarm and shaking at the sight of the very inhuman lord that was now towering above us all.
“Creepy guy tried to make me his concubine! Said he was gonna “tame” me and stuff!” It had been so gross. “Then… Th-Then he said he was gonna force me after I told him no! Said he’d… ch-chain me up and… and…”
The more I spoke, the darker and heavier Sesshōmaru’s demonic aura seemed to grow. At first I thought I had imagined it, dazed from the slight concussion I had, but there was no mistaking it. It was as if his bad mood from dealing with Ryūno earlier had only worsened, and rather than molten pools his eyes looked like boiling vats of gold, smoldering and hot and ready to melt anything that got his path.
His grip on tōkijin tightened.
My brows furrowed at his strange reaction. “S-Sesshōmaru…?”
The demon lord glanced back at me. After observing the blood and cut on my face once more, he turned his gaze back towards the lord and looked down at… Diana. A not-so-subtle frown tugged at his lips.
He recognized the kimono she was wearing.
And why wouldn’t he? Sesshōmaru is the one who had it made for me. “Irene.”
My heart jumped at the sound of my name in his voice. It almost felt cleansing after being spoken to by that creepy lord for so long. “Y-Yeah?”
“Is this her?” He asked. “The one who sent you to marry that fool of a demon?”
“…Yeah.” Is it just me, or does he sound… mad? “She’s… She’s, um, Anastasia’s… granddaughter.”
Sesshōmaru hummed to himself quietly. His expression was hard to read outside of the immediate anger brewing silently in his eyes and the annoyance painted on his lips, but it looked like he was contemplating something as he stared down the terrified Diana, who had tears dripping down her cheeks as she fell to her knees, staring up at him awaiting what was surely going to be a death verdict.
Only that verdict never came.
He turned away from her and walked towards the lord of Asagiri castle instead.
Diana’s dark blue eyes were focused on Sesshōmaru now, watching the way his silver hair fluttered with every step, the strands looking like threads of silk adorned with sparkling dewdrops. His delicate yet sharp features were absolutely captivating, and his white kimono only accented his ethereal beauty. Above all, he walked with pride and with dignity, unafraid of whatever the future may bring or what foe he may face. He was regal and he was beautiful, and…
Perhaps it was the fear, perhaps it was the adrenaline, but the relief she felt as he seemed to spare her shifted into admiration, and her cheeks flushed a bright red, her lips parting in awe.
Diana… was in love- or, at least, she thought she was.
She certainly held more affection for Sesshōmaru in this moment than she did her own groom, anyways. She didn’t even try to stop the demon lord when he pointed his blade at the head of the Akamatsu clan. She just watched, like I was, as he narrowed his eyes at him, the near immortal being staring him down.
“Y-Yo-You’re a demon…” Lord Akamatsu choked out, legs trembling as he scooted backwards, falling ungracefully onto his rear. “She said- She said you were a lord, not a- not a demon!”
“...Did you touch her?”
Lord Akamatsu inhaled sharply at the strange question. “Wh-What?”
“Irene.” Sesshōmaru stated, but at the sound of my name I leaned forward- thinking perhaps he was talking to me, before realizing that wasn’t what he was doing at all. My lips parted slightly in my astonishment, and I gazed up at him with wide eyes as his demonic aura caused his hair and boa to flutter around him.
Sesshōmaru really was angry.
He had been in a bad mood not because of Ryūno, but because I had gotten into danger… and now he was angry because I was assaulted? Was this- I’m sorry. Is this Sesshōmaru trying to defend my honor? Or… restore it, or however it works? Why was he so angry for me?
Is this… really Sesshōmaru?
As the understanding hit him, Lord Akamatsu’s left hand, the hand he groped and grabbed my face with, twitched and moved to curl protectively to his chest- but by then it was already too late. Sesshōmaru had already swung his blade, and from the forearm down he was devoid of a limb. Lord Akamatsu screamed.
He screamed so loud, I was fairly certain everyone in the castle could hear it.
Blood splattered against the floor.
And without even giving him a chance to process the fact he was missing a hand, Sesshōmaru spun his blade and dug it into the human lord’s right kneecap. He let the blade linger there for a moment, Lord Akamatasu’s breathing all over the place as he struggled to not hyperventilate, the fact that his left hand was gone not quite hitting him despite the blood spilling from his wounded arm. Yet, despite his best efforts, it was all for naught- as there was no stopping him from letting out another bloodcurdling scream when Sesshōmaru decided to crudely twist the blade.
Simply narrowing his eyes at him, a wordless conversation passed between the two, the demon lord’s gaze boring into Lord Akamatsu’s tear-filled black one, and then he slowly rose back up- sliding his sword out of the man’s leg and taking it with him. I watched breathlessly as Sesshōmaru flicked the blood off the blade and tucked it safely into his sash.
But just before he turned away to face me, he paused.
Not even turning to look at the human lord, Sesshōmaru snapped his hand out behind him- and then the lord was falling back, bleeding out from not only his right knee cap and what was left of his left arm… but his face as well.
Sesshōmaru had clawed out Lord Akamatsu’s right eye.
The demon lord scoffed, closing his eyes, not paying Akamatsu of Asagiri castle’s suffering any mind. “And you call yourself a man… pathetic.”
He hadn’t even been this ruthless towards the bandits that attacked me the other day. He cut the bandit leader’s arm off for trying to hurt me, sure, but he didn’t do this. He didn’t cut his arm off with the intention of leaving him alive, like he was doing now with Lord Akamatsu.
It was as if something more was at play- more than just a challenge of his pride.
Because Sesshōmaru was pissed, and even if his kneecap healed Lord Akamatsu was going to be limping for the rest of his life, and with only one eye and one arm he’ll never be able to pick up a bow. He might not be able to use a sword properly with his leg so damaged, even if he learned to get by with only his right hand. He’s going to be the laughing stock of his clan- the lord whose bride led to his downfall, and how his greed and lust literally blinded him- for as long as he lived.
An eye for an eye, as one says… and- going by the older laws- if one tries to take what is not theirs they must surrender their hand.
The Feudal Era was brutal… and Sesshōmaru was fresh out of mercy.
It was almost deafening how loudly the servants screamed upon seeing their master collapse, and the maids all ran towards him, screaming and shouting for someone to fetch a healer. It was the elderly maid who took off to do so, and I sat there on the floor, completely dumbfounded, staring up at Sesshōmaru as he flicked the blood off his hand, his golden gaze less boiling and more smoldering now as he turned to look down at me.
I could still feel the warmth of the blood trickling down my face. My heart was pounding in my chest, beating so hard and fast I feared it was going to burst out of my ribcage.
“Can you stand?”
“...Huh? O-Oh… um…” I blinked a few times, groggy brain processing his question, before furrowing my brows and looking down at myself. “I-I don’t… I don’t know.”
Bringing my palms to the ground, I shifted my legs, slowly trying to rise up and push myself up onto my feet. Near immediately, a wave of dizziness came crashing down on me and I was sent toppling back onto my rear. I tried again. I managed to get up onto my knees before having to stop and wait for the dizzy spell to go away, and slowly began to stand up- arms out for balance as my knees wobbled.
“I-I think… I think I got it. Yeah. Yeah…” I blinked again. Lifting my head, I gave the silent Sesshōmaru a shaky smile. “I-I’m good. I… still need to get my things back, though.”
We both looked at Diana then, and she tensed- inhaling with a sharp hiccup.
Her eyes flickered from me to the demon lord, then back to me again. Something strange flashed in her dark blue gaze, something thoughtful… and as soon as an idea hit her she burst into tears, bringing a long sleeve up to cover her lips as she bowed her head. “Please, show mercy, o’ great one! My lord has wronged you, trying to take your bride as his mistress… but I beg of you!”
She faked a sniffle, looking up at him with teary eyes. Her long wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders and arms, pooling around her robes and resting on the floor. She was the very vision of a crying beauty.
“Spare the good people of this castle… and take me instead. If you must have recompense for his wrongs, I-I will offer myself up to you. I am his bride, you see. He merely wished to protect me, but then he saw your bride’s face resembled my own…” Diana fluttered her lashes and turned her head away, sniffling again, wiping a small tear away with her sleeve. “I will do my utmost to satisfy you. Spare these people, spare my lord, and allow me to serve you as mistress.”
There was a long moment of silence.
When Sesshōmaru didn’t give her a response, simply staring at her with the most blank of expressions, unamused and unimpressed, Diana paused in her crying and furrowed her brows, looking up at him in confusion. “Do… Do you not find me pleasing, o’ great one? I may not be from these lands, but I do resemble the woman by your side… and I am certain I can serve you far better than she can.”
Still receiving no response, her act began to fall away as she tried to defend herself, desperately attempting to convince him to take her with him so she wouldn’t have to marry a man who she now knew would discard her without a second thought.
Diana rested a hand to her chest, leaning forward, dark blue eyes a mixture of desperate and disbelieving. “Am I not more elegant, more fair? Eyes like the night, and long dark hair that sways in the wind…”
Her incredulousness was really starting to make itself visible.
“That woman and I share a resemblance, but I am most certainly the more beautiful! I was raised as a noblewoman, but she- she’s no more than a vulgar… ruffian! Yet you do not wish to have me?”
Sweetheart, Sesshōmaru doesn’t wish to have anyone.
“You’d prefer her!?”
And I don’t think he “prefers” me more as he just doesn’t care about you.
As if to make this point, the demon lord narrowed his eyes at her. “So, you consider yourself beautiful?”
“Am I not?” She scoffed. “At the very least, I am certainly more beautiful than the vulgar woman standing beside you.”
I made a face. “Rude.”
Sesshōmaru seemed to contemplate her words- but not for the reason Diana was hoping for. Confusion painted across my face when the demon lord glanced at me from the corner of his eyes, his attention focused directly on my face, on the blood and the cut that marred it, and the strands of dark brown hair that had grown sticky from the crimson liquid.
He returned to staring down at the pathetic woman on the ground. “Then if your face were to be scarred… and your long hair cut; would you still consider yourself beautiful?”
At his question, Diana startled and I tilted my head, knitting my brows together. That was an oddly specific question. “Sesshō…maru? What are you…?”
“Take back what is yours.” The demon lord stated, staring down at the long-haired brunette with cold eyes. It took a second for me to realize who he was talking to. “And claim what you are due.” He glanced back at me again, eyes narrowing. “Or do you intend to spare her after what’s been done to you?”
What?
Oh. Ohhhh. Okay.
Not what I was expecting, but alright. Man, this has been a really weird week. “R-Right! Yeah. Um…”
I awkwardly stepped forward, slowly shuffling past him and kneeling in front of the stunned Diana. The poor woman could hardly comprehend she had just been rejected. I beamed at the so-called princess, who stared at me in bafflement, and Diana tensed when I reached out to grab the white silk robe she was wearing.
“Am I taking these off or are you?”
I’m almost certain she’s never felt so humiliated in all her life, and it was almost funny seeing the way she smacked my hands away to shrink in on herself as she hesitated, glaring at me with teary blue eyes.
For once, her tears seemed genuine.
Taking a seat on the ground, I watched and waited expectantly as Diana began to remove her robe and untie my kimono from around her form. As this happened, a healer and several more servants ran into the room, rushing towards the injured lord who was struggling to cling to life. The maids had done a good job at staunching the blood flow, but it was still a lot of blood.
I couldn’t see the elderly woman anywhere, however, which made me wonder if she was doing the smart thing and grabbing my things since she was the only one who told me where they were.
If so, good on her! I like her. She gets a pass.
By the time Diana had angrily tossed my kimono back at me, she was left in just her white juban. I folded the dark-and-light blue fabric, making a mental note to wash it because it reeked of perfume now, and lifted my head to give Sesshōmaru a wide, lazy smile, glee written across my face. “One down!”
Now… to kick her off her pedestal once and for all.
This was probably about to be the meanest thing I’ve ever done in my life, but after the beatings I had been forced to suffer through because of her I think a haircut is actually a rather light punishment for her- shameful though it may be in this time period. Setting the kimono down near my hair ribbon, I walked around the so-called princess and stopped only when I was right behind her.
Diana tensed when she felt my hands grab her hair, and she was about to yank herself away until she remembered Sesshōmaru was standing in front of her. I gathered up her long hair as best as I could, then held it up, looking around the room.
There was a sword discarded on the floor.
“Hey, Sesshōmaru, can you-“ I had barely outstretched my hand to point to the sword when it was already being placed in my hand. I almost dropped it, surprised by its weight, and let out a small squeak before stabbing it into the floor. “Th-Thank you!”
I wasn’t… expecting him to hand it to me so easily, but alright. Wow. He must be super pissed.
Diana, dressed only in her juban, had no choice but to sit on her knees and cry with silent rage and shame as I slowly got to work cutting her hair. As it turns out, cutting hair with a sword is not easy- and anyone or any story you read that made it look or sound like it was has been lying to you. It was a long process, kind of painful for the person getting their haircut, and the outcome was not pretty.
I was in the process of cutting off the last few ridiculously long locks when there was the sound of rushing footsteps, a group of people bursting into the room. Lifting my head, my eyes went wide, and my friends stared as I stood there, Sesshōmaru at my side, as I held a sword to this seemingly random lady’s hair. They all had their weapons drawn, looking like they were about to charge into battle, but the strange sight had momentarily stunned them.
Crap.
“Irene…?” Sango called, the demon slayer looking very much confused as to what she was seeing. “What are you…”
Even Inuyasha looked confused, and he had been the most battle ready out of the bunch, tetsusaiga in hand. Still, seeing the bleeding lord on the floor, he immediately began to assume the worst, and decided to point his blade at his older brother after all. “Sesshōmaru! What the hell did you do to these humans!? And why did you drag Irene into it!? What’s going on here!?”
“Hello to you, too, little brother.” Sesshōmaru greeted calmly, staring him down from across the room, while I stood there like a deer-in-the-headlights, wide-eyed and stunned that they had actually chased after me. That they had found me.
Kikyō had been right.
But, gods, there’s absolutely no way to make this situation look any better than what it is. I can’t exactly speak my heart or whatever to them when I look like I’ve gone off the deep end.
The front door and side wall are in shambles, debris is everywhere, soldiers, servants, and nobles are huddled together and curled up near walls, terrified and in tears, and the lord of the castle was half-dead on the ground, missing half an arm, an eye, and bleeding from his kneecap. A woman was also in her underclothes, and everyone barged in just in time to see me cut her hair off. I was also dressed up in a very colorful shiromuku, my face covered in blood.
To make matters even worse, Sesshōmaru, a man they all viewed as their enemy, was standing by my side ensuring the woman whose hair I was cutting would not run away. This all looked bad. Very, very, very bad. I can’t even imagine what must be running through their minds at this moment.
All I could think to say was, “I-It’s… It’s not what it looks like?”
Diana screamed.
I dropped the sword with a flinch, and watched with wide eyes as she fell dramatically forward with her hands clutching where her beautiful hair once used to be. We looked more alike than ever now- something I was sure she loathed judging by her pained sobs and trembling body. If the lord survived and their marriage went through, her short-haired appearance would serve as a constant reminder of today- of her mistakes and her wrongdoings… and how the lord failed to capture me.
Staring down at her for a moment, I slowly lifted my gaze to look at my friends, then turned to the side to stare up at Sesshōmaru. I looked back down at Diana.
When she just continued to sob, I decided to focus my attention on everyone who had just entered the room.
Everyone looked so confused, and concerned, and upset, and defensive, and poor Shippō looked like he was going to burst into tears. Sango had a hand curled to her chest as she looked at me, her brown eyes taking in every aspect of my appearance, before flickering over to observe the damage and carnage around us. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words would come out, and I looked up at Sesshōmaru as if he might somehow say something to fix things, but he remained quiet, simply staring down at his little brother and his friends as he waited for them to do something rash.
That was when Maria pushed her way through the group.
Her lips were curled back, rage and relief clashing together in her hazel green eyes, and then she was running. She ran and ran, hopping over the debris, until she was able to tackle me in a hug, her long arms wrapping around me and squeezing me so tight I could barely breathe.
“Fuck ‘em!” She exclaimed in English, the strangled sob audible in her voice as she pressed a firm kiss to my scalp. “Bastards probably deserved it! Gods, you’re alive, you tiny little- ugh!”
Maria pulled back to grab my shoulders, shaking me a little as she glared, tears stinging her eyes.
“What happened!?” I felt so dizzy from the shaking, I almost didn’t feel her hands when she cupped my face, fingers brushing my bangs out of the way so she could observe the cuts on my cheek and forehead. Her eyes flashed with rage at the sight and the feel of the sticky, drying blood. “Fuckers hurting my small child-“
“I-I-I’m okay!” I stammered out, heart thumping in its relief. I flashed Maria a shaky smile, tears stinging my own eyes as it settled in my brain that she was here and that I was seeing her again. That I got to hug her again. “Um, c-crazy lady there…”
Arms wrapping loosely around my sister’s waist, I pointed at Diana who was still sobbing on the floor.
“She, uh… tried to marry me off to a demon. Everyone thought I died and became some super evil spirit, but when it was revealed I was still alive her lord tried to force himself on me because he wanted my Shikigami powers? So I was almost married off again. It was… It was weird. Sesshōmaru saved me, though!”
From across the room, Inuyasha made a face, lowering his sword. “...Hah?”
“It’s a really long story.”
At that moment, the elderly maid from before came running in, a male servant at her side. He was carrying a large basket full of food and cooking supplies, my bow and quiver hanging off his shoulders, and in the maid’s arms were my furoshiki and second kimono.
“M-M’lady! I’ve brought you your things! And… all that you have requested!” She came to a running halt and fell to her knees, holding the fabric up like she was bestowing onto me a gift of legend. The male servant followed suit, setting the heavy basket down and kneeling down, head ducked down and touching the floor. “Please, take these and leave this castle! Forgive our lord and lady of their cruelty, and go in peace with the celestial being by your side! Seek vengeance upon us no longer!”
Wait, how did we go from me being a vengeful spirit to Sesshōmaru being a celestial being? Is it because of all the white he’s wearing?
…He is really pretty.
Sesshōmaru also has that little crescent moon mark on his forehead, so I suppose he could look like someone who belonged in the sky.
From atop the debris, Miroku shimmied forward between Inuyasha and Sango, Shippō sitting on his left shoulder. Casting a glance at his comrades, who were just staring at the chaos before them, still trying to process what they were seeing, Miroku turned back to look at me.
He tapped his staff against the door he was standing on. “I think… we’re going to need a little more of an explanation than that, Irene. What is-”
“Irene!” Shippō finally snapped out of his shock, and cut the monk off mid-sentence as he hopped off his shoulder to come bounding towards me.
Maria shifted just slightly so the fox child could jump into my arms, and it didn’t take long for Kirara to join him, the cat demon undoing her transformation so she could fit comfortably on my shoulder. Shippō cried, and if not for Maria holding onto me I might have fallen over, my legs feeling weaker than ever before.
“W-We were so scared!” He wailed, tiny arms wrapping themselves around my neck. His orange hair tickled my face. “I-I thought- I thought I’d never get to see you again! Don’t ever do that again!”
Kirara let out a similar sentiment, a very loud yet very sad mew escaping her as she nuzzled my face. Maria snorted at the sight, but despite her grin her eyes were still rather misty.
My heart ached. It ached in a way that was so painful it felt like it was piercing my very soul. It’s only been a few weeks, but I had missed them so terribly- and hearing how much they missed me, and were scared of losing me, only made the inevitability of the future that much more painful.
Because a day may very well come that we won’t get to see each other again.
Maria and I might get sent home.
“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t- I didn’t mean to.” I held the fox and cat demons closer, nuzzling their hair and fur and placing shaky kisses to the tops of their heads. “I-I’m sorry… I’m so sorry! I had no idea Kagura would… o-or that…”
A sob escaped me, and I cried.
“I’m so sorry!”
Everyone else in the room was silent, simply watching the scene take place. Even the servants and nobles were stunned.
But then Sesshōmaru, who had been one of the spectators, closed his eyes and turned away. He looked like he was about to walk off, although was unable to get very far before Maria called out to him in Japanese, stopping him from making his exit. “Hey! Demon lord!”
Blinking away the tears, I sniffled and looked up.
Sesshōmaru didn’t look back at Maria, but he was clearly waiting for her to speak. I could feel her grip on my waist tighten, protective and unwilling to let go after having been separated for so long under such awful conditions. “You… saved my sister. Yes?”
“…I was simply repaying a debt.”
“Hah!” Maria didn’t buy that for one second. “You saved her. Brought that dragon for her. Saved her against the panther demons, too. Saved her here… today.”
She watched as the demon lord turned to face her fully, his expression hardening into a cool glare, but she was unfazed. My older sister just gave him a knowing look and smirked.
I blinked, feeling her lean forward against my back to rest her chin atop my head. “Thanks. You’re okay, demon man.”
Sesshōmaru so strongly refused to acknowledge that statement that he just turned his head away again, walking past the crowd of servants and the healer that was tending to Lord Akamatsu, and instead approached the old woman and manservant that were still kneeling on the ground.
He picked up the basket.
Inuyasha’s voice rang out, his footsteps stomping loudly against the floor as he ran towards him. “Sesshōmaru!” The half-demon stopped about ten feet away, pointing his sword at the demon lord. His features were contorted into a fierce glare, a strange look in his amber eyes as he stared his older brother down. “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but leave Irene out of it! Why are you even here!? This is a human town! The old you wouldn’t have stepped a hundred feet within the area!”
“Wait, Inuyasha!” Miroku exclaimed, rushing forward to stop his friend. He held out his staff, the rings jingling loudly at the abrupt movement, and Inuyasha paused, giving his friend a confused scowl upon feeling the staff bump against his chest. “Think about it. Actually look around us. Look at Irene. Remember what you and Sango said before back in Minamo Village- about what Irene told you?”
Inuyasha furrowed his eyebrows, the boy clearly wanting to argue against whatever point Miroku was about to make, but thought better of it and did as told. Looking around the room, looking at the people, and looking at me, realization began to dawn on him. When he looked back at Sesshōmaru, his amber eyes fell to rest on the basket full of food and cooking supplies the demon lord had picked up.
The manservant took his chance to run away, dropping the bow and quiver of arrows on the floor, but the older maid stayed, struggling to keep her breathing steady as she continued to hold up the furoshiki and striped kimono, intimidated by the demon lord, his power, and his great beauty.
“Now do you understand?” Miroku asked, giving his friend a look. “Outside of that guard by the gates, no one else in this castle has been killed. Only the lord of this castle, the one Irene said tried to lay his hands on her, is injured… and Irene is dressed like a bride. And I sincerely doubt she’d cut a fellow woman’s hair without good reason. Judging by her wounds, Irene was attacked- and Sesshōmaru was the one who saved her.”
His lips tugged into a deep frown.
“Again. Which can only mean that… Sesshōmaru… was allowing Irene to deliver punishment onto those who hurt her.”
For the first time, I had taken revenge.
Inuyasha’s hand twitched at that, and he gripped tetsusaiga tight. No matter how many times he was told about it or ended up witnessing it, it was still hard to believe Sesshōmaru was looking after and protecting me. It was probably even harder to believe that I had taken revenge instead of forgiving the people who hurt me, after how many people I’ve forgiven already. “Then…”
“That basket of food must be for that child Irene mentioned.” Miroku narrowed his eyes at the demon lord, turning his attention back to the older brother. “Isn’t that right, Sesshōmaru? You saved Irene once again… defended her, even, and are traveling with a human child. But for what purpose? Have you truly opened your heart to humanity? Don’t tell me your cold heart has finally melted for us mortals?”
Sesshōmaru actually scoffed at that. “Take your worthless theories elsewhere, monk. You waste your time.”
“…Maybe so. But the fact remains that you saved Irene several times before now. You…” Miroku hesitated, then pushed forward, determination strong in his indigo eyes. “You used tenseiga on her, didn’t you? After you had your dragon carry her away from Naraku’s castle?”
Sesshōmaru gave him no response, simply glaring down at him.
That was all the answer Miroku needed. “You saved the life of a mortal, Sesshōmaru. You gave it back. You can’t tell me you don’t care- or that you don’t have feelings- for Irene.”
“Stay your tongue,” The demon lord growled, his glare intensifying as his demonic aura suddenly spiked, “if you value your miserable life.”
Miroku and Inuyasha shared a look, the implications behind the demon lord’s words obvious to everyone in the room, and from the back of the room Sango and Kagome nodded at each other and split up- the demon slayer rushing my way while the middle schooler ran off to grab her backpack… from wherever she had left it.
Meanwhile, I just stood there and blinked, a little dumbfounded by the encounter and confrontation that was happening.
A part of me felt like I should be offended that Sesshōmaru refused to admit he cared about me or my life, but honestly I didn’t really care. He saved me when he didn’t have to, defended me and avenged me when I was attacked and insulted. Even if we weren’t really anything aside from people who traveled together, he cared just enough to protect me and rescue me when I needed it… and that was enough for me.
I mean, I can’t get mad about it when he sliced off the hand of a creep who assaulted me, can I?
Tilting my head, skull throbbing a bit more aggressively now, I watched with furrowed brows as Inuyasha scowled and reluctantly sheathed his sword, the half-demon turning to look at me. I could feel Sango’s hands cupping my face, much like Maria had, but it didn’t really register. I hadn’t even noticed when she got close, or had stopped to stand in front of me.
I might’ve blacked out a little, honestly.
From the middle of the room, Inuyasha let out a frustrated groan and hunched over, violently ruffling his hair as he exclaimed, “What the hell is goin’ on!?”
Notes:
Irene this entire chapter: “I’m so tired of being nice. Can I just go apeshit? Please? As a treat? Being nice is so exhausting.”
Sess:
Irene: “Pleeeease?”
Sess: “…Make it quick.”
Couples who destroy lives together stay together <3 Straight up, Diana said she was going to mess with Irene, and Irene and Sesshomaru said they were going to completely ruin her and Akamatsu's lives/marriage. Ahhh, chaos. I love it. ALSO I HAVE NOTES. There's a reason Sess took the kneecap instead of turning Akamatsu into a eunuch!
"Taking the knee and eye for recompense damages his ability to be a warrior, but the fact his ability to procreate isn't taken sends a message that Sesshomaru finds taking that ability away worthless or that he doesn't think that any of Akamatsu's lineage will be a threat."
Very much Lord vs Lord politics, which is DELIGHTFUL. Angry Sess brings me so much joy. We don't get angry Sess often- like, truly raging, MAD, in a fury Sesshomaru. So writing him just being totally pissed off was such a delight. I hope ya'll enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. I also really hope the Inugang's reactions made sense at the end. Sesshomaru does not take kindly to Miroku's accusations, lol.
BUT ANYWAYS.
As always, let me know what you think in the comments. 💕💕💕 Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are!
Chapter 45: The Illusion of Choice
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The next ten to fifteen minutes was a bit of a blur.
I remember Sango and Maria fussing over me, and, despite my protests that I was fine- as I didn’t want to make Sesshōmaru wait any longer after having him helping me so much in one day and because I knew he hated being in a human town- the two made me sit down in the far side of the room, Kirara transforming and acting as a giant pillow for me to lean against while Kagome dabbed the blood off my face and applied ointment to my wounds. The sudden act of sitting after standing for so long left me dazed.
I mumbled incoherently about wooden floors and jerk-faced soldiers, and then dozed off a little until I was being handed a bottle of water and some pain meds.
Someone pressed a cold compress to my forehead. There was more talking, voices that sounded like Kagome, Sango, and Maria. Their words went in one ear and out the other. Saun paced circles around us, before settling down near the destroyed entrance to keep guard. Inuyasha decided to just blatantly ignore his older brother in favor of squatting down nearby Kagome, knuckles pressed to the floor as he stared at me with a big frown and furrowed brows.
“You reek of that bastard.” He muttered under his breath. “Can’t believe his scent’s rubbed off on you so much…”
Miroku was speaking with the elderly maid, and curiously accepted the furoshiki and striped kimono from her. Per her instructions, he also picked up the flower-patterned kimono and hair ribbon from off the floor, tucking them inside the furoshiki, and after answering a few more of his questions the maid hurriedly moved to try and console the humiliated Diana in order to convince her to leave the room, but she was nigh unresponsive. Several servants were carrying Lord Akamatsu away on a stretcher, his wounds stanched and bandaged to the best of their abilities.
For a split second, I almost thought Diana’s eyes met mine in a spiteful, hateful glare, but then she ducked down again, more tears falling and dripping onto the floor. Her rouge-painted lips were twisted in a grimace.
“…Diana.” I mumbled.
Everyone’s heads swiveled my way. I let my head fall to rest on Maria’s shoulder, my sister sitting on my left while Sango sat on my right. Kagome frowned heavily, reaching out to brush some of the hair out of my face as she readjusted the cold compress. “Don’t talk right now, Irene. You need to rest.”
Almost immediately, I made to sit up, wincing a little, determined to explain everything to them, but Sango and Maria were quick to make me lean back again.
“Don’t.” Sango stated firmly, giving me a stern look. “You need to rest.”
Maria was far more strict, her hazel eyes flashing fiercely as she gave me one of her famous glares. Hand on my shoulder, she leaned in close and hissed, “Sit down.”
Feeling a lot like a scolded child, I lowered my head and obediently did as told. It was weird how quickly we fell back into our old dynamic; it was almost like I had never been separated from the group at all, like I had never run away.
Like I had never died.
And like… I was still the frail, sickly friend they were always taking care of. I ran away so quickly from Sango and Inuyasha, feeling upset and like I had been betrayed, but now that we’ve reunited they aren’t mad at me for what I said or did; they’ve just gone back to pampering me like I was about to keel over at any moment. It made me feel a little ashamed of myself.
As I tried to figure out what to say or do, an awkward silence filled the air… and it was only when I felt Shippō climb into my lap that I snapped back into awareness.
“You’re gonna be okay, right?” Tears welled up in his big green eyes. His tiny hands grabbed at my shiromuku. “We… finally found you again, so you have to be okay.”
Though my head was still throbbing, I made myself give the child a soft smile and lifted a hand up to rest on his head, patting his hair. Shippō began to cry again, and I ended up lifting him up into my arms, laughing weakly as he wrapped his tiny arms around my neck and nuzzled my face.
“No more dying, Irene! Okay!? M-My heart can’t take it!”
Oh, my sweet baby boy. I missed this little fox so much. “I-I’m okay, Shippō. I’ll be okay. I’m just… a little dizzy.”
“What even happened to you!?”
Ah, yeah. That. Hrm.
Everyone followed my gaze when I turned to look at the crying so-called princess, and Maria narrowed her eyes. “She looks like you.”
“…Yeah.” I turned my gaze away, leaning back against Kirara’s fluffy side, and accepted another drink when Sango held the bottle out to me. “She’s… Anastasia’s granddaughter. Half-Japanese. I think… we’re descended from her uncle.”
Everyone except Miroku gasped. The monk had already assumed it was something like that, given her appearance and what he was told while speaking to the older maid.
Inuyasha, on the other hand, while surprised, looked more like something had been made clear to him. “That explains why your scents are so similar!”
Mmhm. “Yeah…”
“Anastasia’s granddaughter…” Miroku mused, glancing at the woman curled up in a ball several feet away. “There definitely is a family resemblance. I must say, it’s kind of impressive; as sisters, you and Maria already resemble one another greatly despite the difference in hair and eye colors; it’s your features and expressions that show your relation. On the other hand, Anastasia… holds such a strong resemblance to you, Irene, that you could be her twin- and there are generations upon generations separating the two of you. And now this young lady… who, even with her blue eyes, looks to be your spitting image…”
What? I mean, we do look alike, but not that alike.
As much as we shared a resemblance, Diana wasn’t wrong when she said she was more beautiful than me. My appearance was so rough and unrefined, and she was the very picture of a princess. Even Anastasia, for all our resemblance, held a beauty that was almost not human.
To say either of them were my spitting image… it just wasn’t right. I didn’t have the strength to correct him, though.
That was a conversation… I wasn’t ready to have just yet.
“Hmm.” Miroku turned back towards me with a hum, but not before looking curiously at Sesshōmaru once more, the demon lord standing nearby and leaning back against the wall, next to the hole he had created when he burst in earlier. The basket of food was by his feet, his one hand brushing through the long strands of his silver hair and tossing them over his shoulder.
Miroku frowned.
Letting his staff rest against his chest, the monk folded his arms, carefully holding the furoshiki close. His dark blue eyes shone with a serious curiosity. “Irene, can you please tell us exactly what has happened with you since we first ended up separated? How did you end up traveling with Sesshōmaru? How did he even know you were at the castle? And… why were you at Minamo Village? What happened here in Asagiri Town… that led to you cutting the hair of one of your ancestors? What did she do to wrong you so? Does it have anything to do with why you’re dressed as a bride… and why the lord tried to lay his hands on you?”
That… is a lot of questions. My brain can not compute.
“Miroku!” Sango gave him a look. “Irene needs to rest! She shouldn’t waste any air while she-“
“Oh, actually-“ I blinked at that, lifting my head with a lazy grin. “I’m okay now. Tenseiga fixed up my lungs when it brought me back to life. As well as… anything else that might’ve been wrong with me.”
Everyone stared.
Maria was giving me quite skeptical the look, like she could hardly believe what she was hearing. I couldn’t blame her; I’ve been sickly for years. There had been days I was afraid to go to sleep because I was worried I’d stop breathing, and days I scared Maria because of how much trouble my asthma caused. Not being sick… was something so surreal.
Sometimes I still feel like I’m dreaming, but playing and running around with Rin has helped to make it settle in. Running out of breath, but not being knocked down because of it… was truly an incredible feeling.
I’m still not sure how to feel about Sesshōmaru having the power to literally cheat death itself, and a part of me is still a little worried if there were other changes done to me that I’m not aware of- considering how badly the revival of the panther demons’ master went and how it corrupted him- but I can’t help but feel immensely grateful for it. I was given a second chance, and I was finally able to breathe.
I could breathe and talk and run, and not worry about having to conserve air or energy, and I’m no longer sleeping the days away.
Sesshōmaru saved me… and in more ways than one.
Of course, Maria could also just be giving me that look because she still couldn’t believe that I actually died. That was entirely possible. The whole concept of being brought back from death was a wild one.
Setting Shippō down on my lap, I held his itty bitty hands in my mine, fiddling with his fingers and glancing around the room. The lord was gone, but Diana was still here- and I wasn’t entirely comfortable talking near her. Thankfully, the maid had finally convinced the brunette to stand, but she wasn’t exactly keen on walking after the humiliation she just suffered. “You… You won’t get away with this!”
Huh? Oh!
Diana was finally facing me, sending me a ferocious glare, tears streaking her face. Everyone looked surprised by her shout, and even Sesshōmaru lifted his head slightly to stare at her. The maid looked terrified by her master’s actions. “You… You wretched thing! If not for that man by your side… urgh!”
Her hands curled into fists that tugged at her sleeves, the woman ducking her head as more tears fell.
“How!? How did you survive the demon!? Was it him!? Were you saved by that celestial being!?”
Everyone in the group paused, turning to look at each other, and Inuyasha made a face. “Celestial… what? Who? She’s not…”
“She’s not talking about Sesshōmaru, is she?” Kagome asked, glancing at the demon standing far away from the rest of us. “I guess he could be… kind of. If you don’t know him, he could come off as one with those looks… at least until he opens his mouth or starts trying to kill you.”
Kagome was completely unperturbed by the glare the demon lord sent her way.
“Wait, what demon is she talking about?” Miroku looked down at me. “Irene, care to explain?”
“I-”
“She was supposed to take my place!” Diana exclaimed angrily. We all turned to her again. “She was supposed to be wed to the demon and die in his lair! But then… But then she came back! And now…” Slowly, a trembling hand lifted up to her face, and she choked. “Everything’s gone so wrong. All because of her… all because she lived. She was supposed to die!”
Maria’s lips curled back in a slight growl, and she started to sit up, shifting so she was on one knee, the words that spilled from her mouth next spoken in a furious English. “Fucking bitch-!”
Seeing her about to lunge, Diana screeched and fell back onto her rear. “Demons!”
“I’ll show you a demon-”
“Maria!” I quickly shot a hand out, snatching her arm. The auburn-haired woman paused, rage dissipating only slightly as she turned to look back at me, her brows furrowed and her lips tilted in a heavy frown. “It’s… It’s okay. I-I got my revenge. Sesshōmaru helped me.”
“Sesshōmaru…” Maria slowly knelt back down, casting a short glance at the demon lord leaning against the wall fifteen feet away. “Inuyasha’s older brother.”
“Not by choice.” Inuyasha grouched.
“Why… Why? How?” Diana was still muttering to herself as the maid tried to calm her and coax her back up onto her feet. “Why her? Why did she survive? Why did he choose her? Oh, my hair… look at my hair…” She began to sob again. “It’s all gone. All gone!”
“N-Not all of it, m’lady!” The elderly maid tried to encourage, tucking a stray strand of hair behind the woman’s ear. “It will grow back, I am certain! The lord will still have you!”
“The lord… ha…” Diana looked almost devoid of life at the mention of him. “Where… Where did I go wrong?”
Miroku leaned backwards, eying the princess with raised brows. “You know… it’s a shame she’s such a terrible person. She’s very beautiful. I can only imagine what she must have looked like before her impromptu haircut…” He observed the thin juban draped over her form, a grin curling up on his lips. “Ah, what a sight to be blessed with on this fine day.”
“Watch what you say, monk.” Sango hissed, leaning forward and trying to block me from his view. “That princess resembles Irene.”
“Huh? O-Oh, yes, of course! Forgive me.” Miroku laughed awkwardly. “Irene is, of course, very beautiful as well, and I-” Now even Maria was glaring at him, and Miroku paused and cleared his throat upon feeling her cold stare, beads of sweat starting to form as he began to ponder his next choice of words very carefully. He grew even more nervous when he felt the piercing stare of a certain demon being aimed his way, and his expression twisted in both confusion and panic before he forced his features to shift into something a little neutral. “Please, forget I said anything. Uh, Irene! You were… going to regale us with the tale of what happened after we got separated? Yes? If not, then… please do.”
Okay… well… I guess I can, now that Diana was sort of losing it.
Looking back at my friends and sister and seeing their expectant faces, I knew I had no choice but to try and speak. “After Kagura grabbed me… a-and did the switcherozie with Anastasia, I kind of… pretended to be her? And Naraku wanted me to kidnap this sweet little girl named Rin…”
Slowly but surely, I told them the story.
How I spoke to Naraku face-to-face, hidden behind a mask. How I went with Kagura to find the little girl, only for the demoness to take off. I told them about how I ended up picking flowers with the human child, just to find out she was traveling with Sesshōmaru. How he appeared in camp and said I could do what I want- even if that meant staying with them. I told them about how I tried to fend off Kagura to protect Rin, but Kagura got the better of me and abducted us both.
I told them about Kohaku… and how he gave us his barrier stone despite knowing he’d be forced to attack us as soon as the Saimyōshō discovered that Rin and I had escaped. How he did attack us, and how I got severely wounded fending him and multiple demons off while protecting Rin.
Sango looked both touched and heartbroken upon hearing what her little brother did. Touched because he had tried to help us despite knowing the consequences, and heartbroken because he had hurt me once again.
Heartbroken because, from the sounds of it, I had died because of him.
“I was already dying.” I made myself say, not liking the look on her face, and everyone startled or tensed at my words. Head hung low, I ran my fingers slowly through Shippō’s hair, the fox demon child staring up at me with horrified eyes. It felt as though I was confessing some kind of horrible crime, as I had kept this knowledge secret for so long, yet at the same time… it felt like a weight off my chest. “When we reached Ayame Village… the Shikigami told me I only had around three days left. After all the damage I took and e-everything that… wore me down, my body was too broken. I wasn’t… strong enough to keep going. I…”
Gods, talking about this was hard.
“My body was too damaged. But then the switch happened, and I inhaled some of the miasma… and then there was the blood loss…” Really, it was only a matter of time. “You guys know what happened next. Sesshōmaru showed up with Ah-Un… and I left with them and Rin. Sesshōmaru soon revived me and then gave me the kimonos to wear since the clothes I was wearing were… totally ruined, and… yeah.”
I gave an awkward shrug.
“Eventually I left the group to do some grocery shopping for Rin, and… that’s how I got to Minamo Village and ran into that shapeshifter. You killed him, I ran away, got attacked by Anastasia, Kagura, and Kanna, was saved, I flew off, and I reached Asagiri Town. Soldiers saw I looked like Diana, they dragged me to the castle, beat me up, and took my things. I stayed the night, was bathed and dressed up, and was then sent to marry and/or kill a demon. But then I was attacked again, so… said demon saved me and whisked me away, and I was too broken to fight so marriage it was! But… luckily Sesshōmaru showed up just in time to stop it and get me out of there.”
Silence.
“I… I wasn’t kidding when I said it was a long story!” I plastered on a smile, desperately trying to lighten the mood with a joke. I could feel Shippō squeezing my hands with his little fingers. “And that’s leaving all the crazy stuff out! So… yeah. Sesshōmaru saved me and carried me here so I could get my things back, and… then you guys showed up.”
When everyone still remained quiet, not uttering a single word, a twinge of fear rooted itself in my heart. I hesitated to lift my head, scared of what I might see, and my heart lodged itself in my throat when I finally gathered the courage to look up. Sango and Miroku… their expressions were difficult to read. Kagome was stunned. Shippō looked hurt, and Kirara was staring at me with disbelieving eyes. As for Maria and Inuyasha…
They looked pissed.
Understandable. But also… not good.
Maria’s voice was a low hiss. “Child…”
“You…” Sango could barely get out the words. “You knew you were going to die?”
“You were supposed to die in three days!?” Inuyasha exclaimed, disbelief and anger in his voice. “You knew you were going to die in three days if you didn’t get abducted by Kagura?”
“Y-Yeah, but… but it’s okay! Sesshōmaru revived me!” I hurriedly held my hands up, scared of them jumping onto their feet and raising their voices at me. Inuyasha was definitely a shouter, but Maria’s piercing glare could be absolutely haunting and I did not want to hear her sound disappointed or upset with me. “I just died a little earlier! A-And Sesshōmaru’s actually been taking really good care of me! Which is… kind of weird, given what you all told me about him, but, like, it’s been really nice, so… I’m okay.”
No one spoke for a good minute after that. When someone finally did, it was Kagome, and her head was hung low, her bangs falling into her face. She was biting down hard on her bottom lip. “…Why didn’t you tell us, Irene? Don’t you trust us?”
My smile faltered. I looked down, unable to meet anyone’s gaze. “I… I just… didn’t think it mattered. You guys are always worrying about me, a-and if I told you… it’d make you feel worse. I didn’t… want to bother you guys. It’s not like knowing meant you would’ve been able to stop it from happening. I’d be dead either way. So…”
“So you felt you had to carry that burden alone!?” Sango cried out.
I startled at that, snapping my head up to stare at the demon slayer with big eyes. The next thing I knew, Sango’s hands were grasping my arms and her head was resting on my shoulder, her entire body shaking as she held me.
“Why…? Why is it so hard for you to rely on us!? We won’t abandon you, Irene! We won’t… turn our backs on you or forget you! Why… did you feel as if you have to suffer alone!? We were right there, all this time… and yet… you…”
“…Because.” I murmured, my expression now one of great sorrow. “I didn’t want to hurt you again.”
Sango froze, slowly lifting her head to stare at me with misty brown eyes. “What…?”
It was hard to find the right words, a lump caught in my throat. “It… It would’ve just hurt you. You would’ve… been waiting. Counting down the days. And… And I didn’t want you guys to have to wait for it. You know?” I could feel my eyes start to sting a little. My chest grew tight, a lump catching in the back of my throat. “We… had just met with Maria again, too. She had just lost her wolf demon friends. Kōga was angry. Kagura and Anastasia were playing mind games. So much was happening, I didn’t… want to make the situation worse. I didn’t want you guys to feel worse.”
Kagome still didn’t look convinced. “But, Irene… what about you?”
“What… about me?” I asked, furrowing my brows as I looked at her.
The middle schooler looked heartbroken. “You were waiting for it, weren’t you? The entire time, you were counting down the days.”
My eyes widened, a fresh wave of tears starting to flood them. “I-I was just-”
“You’ve been waiting… for a very long time.” Kagome’s voice was soft and quiet, yet it hit my heart with a powerful intensity. I felt Sango’s hands twitch and tighten their grip on my arms, the demon slayer slowly raising her head to stare at me with horrified eyes as the younger girl spoke. “Before the Shikigami… ever told you. Haven’t you?”
I couldn’t speak.
In the end, I ducked my head again, biting down on my bottom lip and chewing on the flesh. I felt awful. All the guilt that I had been able to suppress until now was rising back up like a tidal wave, threatening to flood me with its misery. The pain at being called out was near suffocating. It felt like my heart was being shredded and stitched back together again, over and over. Even the beats felt painful.
“You guys… You guys are always taking care of me.” I choked out, unable to deny the young priestess’ words. “E-Even though… I never really did anything. Even though I never really helped much. Y-You’re all so kind and wonderful and… and I-I didn’t…” There was no more holding back the tears. “I didn’t… w-want you to feel like… like being my friend o-or looking after me was for nothing. I-I didn’t want you to… to… to view…”
Kagome looked incredibly hurt, but at the same time an understanding shone in her eyes. “You didn’t want us to view you as a burden.”
“Hey!” Maria grabbed my shoulder, giving me a look, clearly pissed off but doing her best not to unleash her full rage at me. She would never hit me, and prior to coming to this era she’s never gotten mad at me, but there was no denying that she probably wanted to give me a good smack or two for keeping quiet about my previously impending death. “Who said that!? Who said you were a burden!?”
“Irene-“ Miroku began, looking like he was about to start a stern yet gentle lecture, but was cut off before he could start.
He was cut off by Inuyasha, who had jumped up onto his feet and started glaring at me. “I can’t believe this! That is the stupidest thing you’ve ever said, Irene- and you’ve said a lot of stupid stuff! It’s always “sorry” this and “sorry” that, and you “feel bad because you’re always causing us trouble”! But have we ever said that!? Have we ever called you a burden!? Have we ever said that we hated having you around!?”
“Um, n-no…” I was startled by the abrupt shout, and almost coward backwards in an effort to try and hide. “N-Not really…? But… But back at the village with the panther demons, you said-”
“I said that we oughta start charging you for all the constant rescuin’ we’ve been doing!” He snapped. “Not that you were useless! Stop tryin’ to twist my words! You were never a burden and you were never useless, and if you keep saying it I’ll really give you a reason to think it!”
A wave of warmth swarmed my heart, and I found myself choking up again. “S-So… you aren’t mad at me?”
Inuyasha paused, giving me a look. “The hell you mean I ain’t mad?”
“…Th-That I ran away. From… you and Sango.”
“Oh. That.” He scolded and scrunched his nose up at me, ears twitching irritably. “I’m pissed at you for that. It was a super dumb move on your part! But…” The half-demon huffed again, tucking his arms into his sleeves. “I get it. Kind of. Just don’t do it again, okay!?”
A fresh wave of tears began to fall, and my lips curled as I strangled back a sob. “S-So… So you really don’t hate me?”
“What?”
“I-I ran away a-and said… such mean things to you guys…” I began to hiccup, unable to stop myself from crying, the growing emotions too much to bear after so long of harboring them and bottling them up. I had been so worried about them, and when I saw them again I had been so happy, only to soon feel so hurt, and I said such awful things before running off. After talking to Kikyō and getting my thoughts together, I became terrified that they would hate me. But now… they were here. They weren’t mad. They were just worried. “I-I thought- I thought you might hate me now! I-I can’t- I don’t want you to hate me!”
Almost immediately, Sango pulled me into another hug, and I buried my face in her shoulder as I cried. Maria softened her hard gaze, reaching out to pet my head. “Come on… really, child? You know better than to think that.”
“I-I’m sorry~!”
“It’s okay.” Sango choked out, a few of her own tears falling. “We don’t hate you! We just… were so scared when you took off like that!”
“I-I was scared!”
It didn’t take long for Shippō to start crying, too, the fox demon climbing high up on my lap to bury himself against my stomach. “I-I thought you were dead! Don’t ever, ever, ever, ever, ever run off like that again, Irene! N-Not without saying something first! Or letting us know you’re okay!”
Kagome sniffled, bringing her hands together. “We really missed you, Irene.”
“Tch.” Inuyasha huffed and turned away. “Speak for yourselves. I was just pissed she decided to run away with Sesshōmaru of all people.”
“Oh, come now!” Kagome gave his shoulder a gentle nudge. “You were worried about Irene and you know it! You don’t have to act tough.”
“Shut up! I’m not acting!”
“Wait.” Miroku suddenly spoke up. “Irene, I have another question for you.”
I hiccuped and tightened my grip on Sango’s waist, before reluctantly sniffling and sitting back up, the demon slayer only partially pulling away so we could look up at the monk. I felt Maria rub at my face with the wolf fur decorating her right arm. My eyes felt so puffy. “Wh-What is it?”
Miroku looked down at me with serious eyes. “You said, after you ran off, you were attacked by Anastasia and Naraku’s incarnations, and were soon saved from them. Who was it that saved you? Not Sesshōmaru, since he hadn’t yet shown up at that point in time. So who?”
“O-Oh.” Right. “Kikyō.”
All at once, the atmosphere changed.
Inuyasha stiffened, inhaling sharply as his ears twitched, the boy snapping his head around to look at me with alarmed eyes, knowing very well that I shouldn’t know that name since no one had really told me about her. Kagome, on the other hand, tensed up, looking almost panicked, while everyone else with the exception of Maria looked at me in surprise. Inuyasha spoke with a slight gasp. “Did… Did you just say Kikyō?”
“Yeah.” I sniffled again, reaching up to rub at my face with my sleeve. “She saved me when Kanna was trying to take my soul. Shot a sacred arrow and everything.”
“Where!?” I startled when Inuyasha suddenly moved closer, the half-demon practically towering over us. Sango had to hold out a hand to push him back. “Where did you see her!?”
“I-I don’t know; a little ways from Minamo Village!? K-Kagura shot me down off my eagle!”
Shippō gasped, moving from my lap to climb up on my shoulder. “Shot you down!? Was it with her blades of wind!?”
“Y-Yeah. Uh…” I blinked, brain a little more disoriented than it should be after all the crying. It took a minute for me to remember what all happened exactly. Crying while having a concussion was kind of a really bad thing to do. “She shot me down. Kanna tried to take my soul. Anastasia was… spouting nonsense again. And then… Kikyō shot an arrow. I… thought she was Kagome because of that- the arrow that flew was a sacred arrow. But… then I actually saw her and realized it wasn’t. Um…”
What else?
“She was… trying to tend to my wounds when I blacked out.”
Everyone was staring at me intently as I spoke, and I gazed into nothing as I wracked my aching brain for details.
“I woke up… and she was gone. I went outside, she was collecting souls. I… I figured out who she was pretty quickly. She was kind of cold, but also really nice? She refilled my quiver and walked with me a bit, and let me rant to her for a while. She also gave me some advice.” It was really nice. “I liked her. Although I was a little scared at first because, again, she was collecting souls. Uh… she also pointed out that I haven’t been aging?”
I looked at Maria.
“Have you noticed that? We’ve not been aging since we came here!”
The freckled woman was stunned. “What? Not… aging?”
“Mmhm! Anastasia summoned us from our time with a spell, so we’re not supposed to be here. The “flow of time” is “different” around us. We’re not aging. So if we defeat her, chances are-”
“You’ll be sent back to your time,” Miroku realized, “to the exact moment you left.”
“Which means…” Sango continued, dread painting across her face.
“If we defeat Anastasia,” Shippō finished, about to start crying all over again, “you’ll be sent back home!”
Maria had gone completely silent. I gave a grim nod. “That’s… my guess. We won’t… have a choice in the matter.”
“That makes it not a question of “if”, but… “when” you’ll go back.” Kagome murmured. “And “when” will be after Anastasia is defeated. This… This is a good thing, right?” She lifted her head, frowning slightly. “You can finally go back home! But… I don’t know…” The young teen lowered her head again, fiddling with her hands. “I know this is what we were hoping for when you started traveling with us, to find you a way home, but… it’s… kind of sad to think about. Isn’t it?”
A heavy atmosphere settled over the group, even heavier than when Kikyō had been brought up. Going home had always been the original goal, but now we had all grown so close. It felt less like a goal and more like an end to all things now. An unavoidable fate.
It would be an end to this journey. An end to surviving the feudal era.
And… it would be an end to our friendship, as well.
Inuyasha and Kagome, Miroku, Sango, and Shippō, and even Kirara all exchanged looks, while Maria and I just hung our heads and looked at each other. I couldn’t quite read what she was thinking, but her hazel green eyes were piercing as she stared at me. Something was bothering her, something I couldn’t quite place. A part of me wondered if it had to do with the demon wolf tribe. She had grown close to Kōga and his pack, so much so one of his treasured wolves was traveling with her. She was probably going to miss them when we eventually get sent back home.
But that look in her eyes…
It seemed to say something else.
“...Irene-” She began, and I thought I was about to find out what that something was, but before she could say anything else a rush of footsteps made itself known, preventing any further conversation.
A male servant, the owner of those footsteps, burst into the room, a large box in his hands.
He looked young, perhaps because he was one of the young men Lord Akamatsu conscripted from the town, for his eyes were wide and he didn’t look older than fourteen. “M-M’lord! M’lord, I brought the restraints you requested! Where is the… woman…?”
The boy servant trailed off, seeing the blood and disembodied limbs on the floor, and he slowly turned his gaze to look at me and my group of friends. The box fell from his hands.
A pair of iron handcuffs tumbled out, followed by a bundle of chains. All eyes rested on it.
All eyes… except the boy’s.
He stared, mouth open in silent terror, at the destruction before him. That terror only grew stronger when Sesshōmaru’s eyes met his own and the demon lord finally moved from his spot by the wall. Slowly striding across the room, his hair fluttered behind him like silk threads as his golden eyes narrowed in an intense and deeply intimidating glare.
“Sesshōmaru!” Inuyasha hurriedly jumped up, ready to rush to the servant’s defense, but the mortal boy had already taken off running, tears dripping down his cheeks as he screamed.
When it looked like the demon lord might chase after the child, Inuyasha immediately leapt high in the air, flying over his brother’s head, and he landed in the way of the destroyed entrance where the boy had run off. Sesshōmaru came to a halt just before the fallen box, cuffs, and chains, turning away from his brother to look down at them. His already narrowed eyes narrowed even further, something almost akin to displeasure writing itself across his face.
“Don’t you dare!” Inuyasha growled, gripping his sword and narrowing his eyes at the demon lord. “What are you thinking? You gonna go after that kid!? All he did was drop a weird box! Just go back by the wall and keep standing there like you have been! These mortals have nothing to do with you!”
Sesshōmaru scoffed at that, turning his head to gaze at his brother from over his shoulder. He had been observing the fallen objects, back partially turned to Inuyasha as he did so. “Is that what you believe? You waste my time with pointless speculation; I’ve already done all that I needed to do. But, as for you, little brother…”
He picked the chains up with his right foot and kicked them towards the half-demon.
Inuyasha watched them land in front of him with furrowed brows and drawn back ears. Those chains were deeply unnerving the teen, for a reason he didn’t really want to think about, and his amber eyes flickered from them back up to his older brother.
His older brother… who was giving him a look- one not unlike the glare he gave him back when they encountered each other while chasing after the panther demons. “What will you do?”
“What?” Inuyasha was bewildered by Sesshōmaru’s question.
...
Of course, Sesshōmaru even being here in this human castle bewildered the half-demon, but that wasn’t even the start of the confusion his older brother had forced upon him. There was still the matter of why he was always helping Irene, if he truly had a change of heart, and why he went so far as to revive her and let her travel with him.
There was still the matter of why he gave her those unique kimonos to protect her, and why he was in this castle at all.
It was a shiromuku a little different from the norm, but Irene was definitely dressed as a bride. When she saw Inuyasha and the others enter the room, she said… that she had been sold off to marry someone. Then she said, after she returned to this castle, she was nearly married off a second time… and that Sesshōmaru saved her. That mortal woman who resembled her even confessed to having sent her off in her place to marry some demon, expecting Irene to be either trapped as his wife or killed upon realizing he had been deceived. She didn’t know how Irene survived, and asked if it was Sesshōmaru who helped her.
It was hard for Inuyasha to believe; of all people, Sesshōmaru being the one to show up to stop Irene from getting married? Irene, a human woman? Not only that, but he attacked the human lord for trying to touch her? For… trying to make her his second wife or something? If it was Tōran who saved Irene, he might be able to believe it, but it being Sesshōmaru?
There’s no way he actually cares about what happens to her, right? Even if it’s against her will, that’s not something someone like Sesshōmaru would care about. But, then again, it is Irene…
And he’s always been going out of his way to help her- for some reason or other.
Inuyasha really just couldn’t wrap his brain around it. He didn’t argue with Kagome when she suggested the idea that his older brother might like the foreigner, but he didn’t necessarily believe it either. This was Sesshōmaru they were talking about, after all.
Still…
Why else would Sesshōmaru be here, putting a stop to a one-sided marriage, and standing in a human castle, if he didn’t at least harbor some kind of affection for her? Why would he be going out of his way to care for Irene?
Trying to figure it out gave the half-demon a headache, his stomach still churning at the thought that the monster he grew up with might have actually changed for the better. It didn’t bother him as much as it first did, but he still didn’t like it. It felt wrong. What he knew of his brother and what was actually happening before him were conflicting against one another, like the two demonic energies Inuyasha would have to cut through to create the Wind Scar. They were two opposing forces, something that should never collide or mix, and yet they… somehow, in some way, they had.
Inuyasha should be grateful, this he knows, as this apparent change is what has been keeping his friend alive, and he’s played with the idea in his head ever since they first “lost” Irene that Sesshōmaru might have some capacity for compassion, but… no matter how many times he questions it or considers it…
It still leaves Inuyasha with a bad taste in his mouth.
Sesshōmaru isn’t someone capable of change. He never has been. He’s always been a cruel and ruthless demon without a heart, one who only ever sought after power and would kill anyone that got in his way- who would try and kill his younger brother just for a fancy sword. But, despite everything, he…
He’s saved and protected Irene, and has been looking after both her and a human child. As uncomfortable as it was, it was difficult to deny the truth when it was right in front of him.
But… why? Why did Sesshōmaru change? Why does he care so much about Irene, someone who was Inuyasha’s friend, and was, above all else, a human?
Inuyasha needs an answer.
Gathering up his strength and pushing back his disgust, he made himself bark at the silver-haired demon, waving his sword at him, “Whattya mean, “what will I do”!? I’ll hack your other arm off if you hurt any more of these people! That’s what I’ll do!”
“Your ignorance continues to astound me, Inuyasha.” Stepping forward, Sesshōmaru’s boot crushed the iron cuffs that were laying on the floor, and the metal cracked and shattered from the pressure. Everyone tensed as the demonic aura radiating from him thickened, and as he spoke a low growl settled into voice, a sound that rarely made itself known. Sesshōmaru glared at Inuyasha. “The lord of this castle was going to bind your human friend with these chains and force himself upon her. All because of her resemblance to that pathetic woman over there.”
Sesshōmaru was facing his brother fully now, gesturing with his chin towards a startled wide-eyed Diana as he stared down at Inuyasha with harsh, disapproving eyes.
“P-Pathetic…?” The princess clearly wasn’t expecting to be called out like this, looking even more heartbroken than when he had rejected her.
Inuyasha, on the other hand, wasn’t expecting such a cruel recounting of today’s events.
“He… He was going to…” The half-demon scrunched up his face, disturbed, and took a step back to right himself. “You gotta be joking! Irene said he wanted to marry her, not that he tried to-“
Wait. No.
“She did say… that, didn’t she?” Inuyasha furrowed his brows, wracking his brain for what all Irene stammered out when they first burst into the room, wide-eyed and stunned by the strange scene that was her cutting her doppelgänger’s hair. “He… He did try to force himself on her… but…” Inuyasha shook his head, glaring at his older brother once more as he stepped forward, grip tightening on the tetsusaiga’s handle. “That doesn’t mean you had to try and kill him! You could’ve just punched him or something! Slicing his hand off and crippling him is going way too far!”
“Had I not arrived, she’d already be bound to his bed.” Sesshōmaru stated, his eyes cold. “Yet you say I went too far? I’m surprised at you, Inuyasha.”
“What are you talking about!?”
“Once a fool, always a fool.” Sesshōmaru scowled. “That filth you are so keen to defend laid his hand upon Irene, and would have done more had I not intervened. Are you not content knowing she is now safe, or would you rather I had let that vermin keep his hand if it meant sparing the life of a mortal? Or… perhaps you wished I had not arrived at all, leaving her to suffer what would surely have been endless misery?”
It was evident the demon lord was angered. But why was a question no one could answer- or, rather, it was a question no one dared to answer.
...
Sesshōmaru tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, scoffing. “Does your meager sense of morality matter more than the well-being of she who you call your friend? Perhaps you never viewed her as a friend at all. How cold of you, little brother.”
“…Shut up! Don’t try and justify hurting these mortals!” Inuyasha was greatly alarmed by the sudden interrogation, unnerved by having his principles questioned. “You can defend yourself all you want for mutilating the lord of this castle, but that doesn’t change the fact that you killed that guard by the front gate! I could even bet my sword that he didn’t do anything to you! And… And even if the lord locked Irene up, she would’ve been fine! She’d have broken her way out of the chains and ran away before anything could have happened! It’s not her first time escaping a place like this. She didn’t need you coming in and stabbing the guy!”
“…Is that so?” Sesshōmaru was not impressed. “Irene clearly thought otherwise.”
Inuyasha’s face twisted then, the half-demon looking like he had been smacked in the face. “Wh-What?” His expression quickly shifted, anger taking its place, and he lifted his sword up higher, pointing the tetsusaiga at the demon lord. “What would you know about Irene!? She’s not as weak as you think!”
“She’s not as strong as you believe, either.”
“You don’t know her like I do!”
Sesshōmaru lips tilted downwards ever-so-slightly in a frown. “Inuyasha… you couldn’t protect Irene from the panther demon tribe, nor stop her from being taken by Naraku’s incarnation. You weren’t there to save her today when she was sent off to marry a foolish demon, either.”
Inuyasha’s jaw clenched, and his grip on his sword tightened. “Shut up.”
“Tell me, little brother. Who do you think caught the trail of blood her wounds left behind? Who was it that rescued her from the dragon’s den? It certainly wasn’t you.”
“I said to shut up!”
“At the very least, Inuyasha, answer me this; that day in the fallen castle- where were you when Irene was screaming for help? Had I not been passing through searching for that lowly creature… Irene surely would have perished. You should be down on your knees thanking me for saving your friend, and yet… here you are instead, cursing me for it. Just where do your loyalties lie, I wonder?”
The half-demon was silent; for as much as he wanted to argue, he found that he couldn’t. It was obvious Sesshōmaru’s words irked him, poked at nerves that he would rather have kept untouched, and yet he couldn’t find it in him to defend himself. For all the humans who have hurt me, only one has actually felt his wrath- and only in the form of his fist to their face.
There’s no way…
Inuyasha didn’t actually blame himself for how I got kidnapped by Tōran’s siblings, did he?
He had no control over that. He tried to save me from them. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to protect me, he just didn’t want to have to hurt any mortals in the process of doing so. There was no reason to feel bad about that. Mad as I was at Diana, even I couldn’t bring myself to physically hurt her.
Leaning forward, Sango moving to sit at my side again, I tentatively called out, “I-Inuyasha…?”
Inuyasha did not respond.
His continued silence only spurred Sesshōmaru on, the demon’s bad mood only worsening. “You’re pathetic, Inuyasha. You’d choose the lives of strangers over the life of someone you claim you want to protect, and rather than cast blame upon yourself for your own inadequacy you lash out at those around you. You remind me once more why I curse the fact that my father’s blood flows through your veins. Foolish though he may have been… Father was no such hypocrite. You are a disgrace to his memory.”
“I said, shut up!” Inuyasha finally lunged at his brother, swinging his sword. “Why should I care about our old man’s memory!? I’ve never even met the guy!”
Sesshōmaru did not like that, his golden eyes flashing. “This is precisely why you are unfit to wield the tetsusaiga!”
What… the actual hell is happening?
I blinked, dumbfounded and more than a little alarmed by this turn of events. Putting aside the fact that I’ve never heard Sesshōmaru talk so much in one setting, nonetheless in one day, I don’t think I’ve ever heard him talk so harshly before. I couldn’t help but flinch when Sesshōmaru drew his tōkijin to block Inuyasha’s blade, sparks crackling from where the two demonic swords met.
This was… the first time I’ve ever seen the brothers fight.
I didn’t like it one bit.
On the bright side, their battle did snap Diana out of whatever trance she had been lost in. She let out a very loud screech and scrambled up onto her feet, practically knocking the elderly maid down and out of her away so she could hurry towards the hole in the wall and make her escape.
The maid took after her, moving slowly and limping a little. “M-M’lady!”
I watched as they vanished through the debris and headed deeper into the castle, before turning back to watch Sesshōmaru and Inuyasha trade blows with one another, my aching brain messy and uncertain as to whether I should try and stop them. Trying may just get me killed.
But… it was because of me they were fighting… right?
I know from what everyone told me that the pair of half-brothers didn’t get along, that Sesshōmaru attacked Inuyasha quite a lot in the past, and it was obviously hinted from Inuyasha’s behavior that he has various emotional scars- some of which were likely caused by Sesshōmaru. I also know from what Miroku told me a while back that one of the reasons Sesshōmaru attacked Inuyasha was because he felt jilted and betrayed by their father, for he gave Inuyasha a sword capable of destruction and left Sesshōmaru with the healing tenseiga. Sesshōmaru also once supposedly used a mortal arm to steal tetsusaiga, and nearly killed Inuyasha, Kagome, and Miroku and Shippō with it.
Yet none of it felt real. I knew it must be, since my friends were the ones saying it, but in all the time I’ve known Sesshōmaru he never once gave any indication that he had done those things, or acted like he would or was capable of it.
He was ruthless, sure, but he was also kind.
Kind to me, at least…
Which is probably what warped my perspective so much. He was always a protector, never an instigator, but now here he was antagonizing Inuyasha- and using me to do it.
This is… the “him” I never got to see.
The version of Sesshōmaru that everyone else knew.
Wait, Inuyasha said something about his arm. He said he would hack his “other arm” off. Is that a reference to the mortal arm Miroku said he used before, or… was Inuyasha the one who cut off Sesshōmaru’s left arm in the first place? I… don’t think I want to know.
Focus! Gods, this family is a mess. I need to think. To figure something out.
Why is Sesshōmaru in such a bad mood? I left the group, got into trouble, he had to save me. Okay, that makes sense; I’m being a nuisance. Why did he mutilate the lord of this castle? I’m under his protection, so an insult to me is probably an insult to him.
Sesshōmaru wanted to protect his pride by defending my honor.
That all makes sense. So why…?
Why is he placing the blame on Inuyasha for things that were out of his control? Why is he using me as an excuse to attack him? Why is he trying to convince Inuyasha that he’s incapable of protecting me?
I don’t… get it.
Is he trying to torment him? To make himself come off as the superior brother? Is he trying to project something I’m unaware of onto Inuyasha, and that’s why he’s lashing out? Why? If I knew even just the littlest bit more about Sesshōmaru, I might be able to figure it out. It was obvious from when I died and spoke to their father that he hadn’t exactly been close to him, but… that didn’t mean he doesn’t respect him. More likely, he respected his power rather than his personality and morality. That’s probably one of the reasons why he’s so upset about having tenseiga instead of the tetsusaiga.
He wasn’t close to his father, despite his respect for him, so he wanted to have something that either reminded him of his dad or would let him feel as strong as him. Given how much he seems to hate the tenseiga, it was most likely the latter.
To rub salt in the wound, while Sesshōmaru definitely inherited his aura and strength, he didn’t inherit much of his rugged looks at all. Inuyasha, on the other hand, might as well have been his spitting image. There could be some frustration towards their father that Sesshōmaru is projecting onto Inuyasha, solely due to the fact that he resembles him, as he’s unable to take his anger out on the dead.
Hrm…
Still, it doesn’t explain the bad mood he’s been in since way earlier.
What’s got you so mad, Sesshōmaru?
I watched the brothers fight a while more, confusion painted across my bandaged face as their blades crossed.
Sesshōmaru was avoiding Inuyasha’s attacks with ease, sidestepping and vanishing out of sight just to appear behind him. He swung with force, an anger seeping out of his blade in the form of demonic energy. Even coming close to the tōkijin threatened to wound Inuyasha, and if he wasn't quick enough to block with tetsusaiga then he surely would have ended up bleeding by now. It was actually really impressive seeing how Inuyasha fended off Sesshōmaru’s attacks, but at the same time… I don’t think Sesshōmaru was going all out on him.
He was angry, but he wasn’t genuinely trying to kill his brother. I’m not even sure if he was trying to hurt him. It was more like he was just lashing out because of his bad mood, and Inuyasha constantly trying to pick a fight with him by always assuming the worst only irritated him more. In a… really weird way, it kind of felt like I was watching a pair of siblings roughhouse to get the worst of their negative emotions out.
Just… with swords instead of fists.
“What’s it even matter to you!? Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound!?” Inuyasha demanded, pushing the tetsusaiga’s blade against tōkijin, his toes digging into the floor as he tried to force Sesshōmaru back. Sesshōmaru, whose brows were furrowed in an aggressive glare, his eyes narrowed and burning with a molten intensity as he held his ground. “Why are you so mad about whether or not I can protect Irene!? If I didn’t know any better, Sesshōmaru, I’d think you were “anxious” about her safety! Just what is goin’ on here!? Do you love Irene or something!?”
Okay, nope, nevermind. Sesshōmaru’s demonic aura just spiked again.
He is pissed.
This… isn’t going to ruin whatever we have going on, is it?
We were neither friends, allies, nor foes, but we had been more than just acquaintances. Inuyasha’s taunts were causing a dread to pool in my stomach, my heart weighing down in my chest as a fear settled in. Sesshōmaru already hated being accused of being in a relationship with me by the bandits, by Ryūno, and even by the lord of this castle; Inuyasha antagonizing him like this was only going to make him lose what little tolerance he had left for my existence.
My friends don’t hate me, but… Sesshōmaru… just might after this.
Oh gods. I’ve never seen him so angry. I don’t…
I don’t want Sesshōmaru to hate me, but it might already be too late for that.
Even from this far away, I could see the red bleeding into the sclera of his eyes. The demonic aura encompassing him thickened considerably in a violent burst of wind, the long strands of his silver hair lifting in the air and fluttering behind him in response to the sudden gust of power. The stripes on either side of his face had grown longer and turned jagged, his fangs seeming to lengthen as he growled, a venom heavy in his voice, “How dare you!”
Something about Inuyasha’s taunt, the specific phrasing of his words, had set Sesshōmaru off.
“I am simply pointing out your inadequacy!”
Tokijij erupted with a burst of red and blue lightning, a howl tearing through the air in an eerie and bone-chilling fashion. Energy crackled and exploded- and with a single slash a blue dragon appeared, strengthened by Sesshōmaru’s demonic aura, and it flew outwards with open jaws towards the half-demon. I realized the second it appeared that it was the dragon he had used to protect me when I had been no more than a cooling corpse.
Sesshōmaru voice was a howling roar, the demon lord practically shouting in his rage, “Dragon Strike!”
Inuyasha’s eyes went wide and he jumped back, cursing the fact that he was unable to use his Backlash Wave in a place like this, and instead he hurriedly lifted his large blade to try and defend himself from the worst of the attack. The blue energy tore through the wooden flooring and broke through the ceiling, tearing apart the rooftop, and nearly everyone screamed as they ducked down and tried to cover each other.
Shippō tried to bury himself against my stomach, tiny hands grasping my kimono as I covered him with my arms. Sango and Maria both attempted to cover me with their bodies, pushing me downwards, while Miroku attempted to cover us all and Kagome with his torso, arms, and staff, and Kirara bristled and roared at the falling debris as she pushed us all down and flew to hover over everyone protectively. Saun howled loudly by the door, alarmed by the falling debris, but could only run around to avoid the wood and stone that came crashing down.
As for Inuyasha…
His pained cry filled the castle halls as he was sent flying back, his body crashing hard into the wall behind him and knocking it down from the sheer force of how hard he hit it. Blades of demonic energy tore through his kimono, slashing his arms and legs, and Inuyasha screamed as the dragon passed through him, not quite swallowing him more as it wrapped him up in electricity, sending sparks shooting through his whole body. As Kirara moved and we all sat up again, shifting cautiously as bits of the ceiling continued to crumble, we gasped at the scene before us.
“Inuyashaaa!” From beside me, Kagome cried out for the half-demon, terrified for his well being.
All I could do was watch.
I was horrified to see the half-demon’s blood splatter on the ground, the heavy crimson staining his already red robes, but in my wounded and somewhat disoriented state watching was all I could do as the dragon slowly faded away, taking its electricity with it.
Inuyasha groaned, tetsusaiga’s large blade resting heavily upon his chest.
By some miracle, he had survived… but he was far from unscathed.
Inuyasha slowly pushed himself up, digging his sword stubbornly into the ground as Sesshōmaru stared him down, the boy still ready to fight some more despite his wounded state.
When the demon lord began to speak again, the growl had made itself known once more, and the half-demon stared up at him with disbelieving eyes as Sesshōmaru spoke, his expression contorted in a harsh glare as he tucked tōkijin into his sash. The blade was… smoking. And yet, despite it all, his more demonic features had faded away back into the version of Sesshōmaru I was used to. “Your mortal blood blinds you, Inuyasha. Rather than end their pitiful lives or punish them for their crimes, you would pardon these human vermin and allow them to avoid judgment. Even if they hurt those you claim you wish to protect, even though they would torment and torture them…”
The demon lord narrowed his eyes at him.
“You, little brother, are a hypocrite and a fool. Taking that vermin’s hand was the least you could’ve done. You should be grateful I spared you the trouble of doing it yourself.”
Inuyasha’s eyes widened, before twisting into a spiteful glare, his teeth bared. “As if!” He barked, gripping the handle of tetsusaiga with both hands as he pushed himself up onto his feet. “I’d rather be a hypocrite than a monster like you!” More blood dripped onto the ruined floor. “Why do you care so much, anyways!? If you don’t have feelings for her, then whether the lord was punished or not, whether I can protect her or not- that shouldn’t matter to you!”
“It should matter to you.” What Sesshōmaru’s harsh response. “If not for my tenseiga, Irene would still be dead… and all because you failed to protect her.”
At that, the half-demon flinched.
“She died, because you couldn’t protect her. Because you couldn’t stop Naraku’s incarnation from abducting her. Her life may have already been at its end, but your failures hastened her demise. Do not forget that.”
Inuyasha lowered his head then, his hands shaking as he tugged his sword out of the wooden floor. His jaw was clenched, his lips curling back as he let out a low growl. “Maybe… Maybe it was my fault. I was right next to her, but Kagura grabbed her anyway. Still…”
Inhaling sharply, Inuyasha stood, then lifted his sword and pointed it at the demon lord.
“Why the hell do you care!? Did you forget that Irene’s a mortal!? Why are you always going out of your way to rescue her!?”
“I told you.” In a moment, in the time it took for one to blink, Sesshōmaru was gone, and I felt my breath catch in my throat, body tensing, fear coursing through me as I saw him reappear directly in front of Inuyasha. I remembered the guard by the gate. I remembered how quickly and easily Sesshōmaru sliced off his head with his claws. I remembered that scene all too vividly as I watched Sesshōmaru reel his fist back. “I am simply repaying a debt!”
In a moment of panic, I lunged forward, hands attempting to push a very surprised Sango and Maria out of my way. “Don’t-!”
My right arm stretched out, Shippō yelping as he rolled off my lap, but I wasn’t able to get very far before the two women grabbed me in an effort to keep me from interfering with the battle. I ended up falling to my knees, unable to finish my plea. As I looked ahead, I found myself growing still with shock, when I saw Sesshōmaru’s fist suddenly connect with Inuyasha’s jaw.
He punched him so hard and with such force Inuyasha went flying.
Rather than kill him, like I had been afraid of, he just… slugged him? Although with his current injuries getting punched in the face that hard wasn’t really a good thing, even if it was better than being decapitated.
“Sesshōmaru… Sesshōmaru just… punched him?” I wasn't quite sure what to say in that moment except narrate the obvious, so utterly baffled by the demon lord’s bizarre action that a part of my brain wondered if I was hallucinating. I was too stunned to feel relieved. “He… punched Inuyasha. Just… socked him in the face. Sesshōmaru did.” My brain failed to process that. “What?”
Maria made a befuddled face, while Sango just blinked, the demon slayer sitting up and pulling me back to her and a concerned Kirara. I didn’t protest as she held me against her chest, wrapping her arms around my shoulders in a gentle embrace. “It looks that way. Sesshōmaru punched him once before when he first got that evil sword of his.”
Evil… sword? Tōkijin? How is tōkijin an evil sword?
“Oh, he’s punched him more than once.” Kagome added in, frowning deeply with a slight cringe as she watched Inuyasha land on his back atop some debris, dust rising as the bits of wood snapped beneath him from the crash landing. She was relieved he was alive, but the worry for him was evident in her gaze even as she spoke. “You wouldn’t think it, but he actually uses his fist pretty often.”
Maria hummed, sliding back in to lean against me, right hand fiddling with my hair. She observed my bandaged face before nodding at the two brothers in the distance. The auburn-haired woman didn’t seem too concerned about the fight. “Solid hit. Right in the kisser.”
“You know…” Miroku tilted his head, shifting the items in his arms as he moved to sit on his knees beside us. “For all their differences, they really are brothers. They have the same tempers, and… both resort to their fists when their swords aren’t getting their points across.”
“Don’t let Sesshōmaru hear you say that.” Shippō grimaced. “He’ll use his fist on you.”
Miroku snorted and waved a hand, flashing him a shit-eating smile. “It’s fine, it’s fine! He’s focused on Inuyasha right now. He’s not paying any attention to us. We could badmouth him right now and he wouldn’t even-“
He cut himself off with a slight squeak and a gulp, face suddenly turning pale.
Reason being? Sesshōmaru had turned his head to glare at us, his golden gaze piercing in his annoyance.
Miroku took that chance to shrink and hide behind Sango, who just gave him an exasperated look. “Why hide behind me?” She asked, completely deadpan. “I thought you said it was fine to badmouth him. Since he’s distracted and all.”
“Now, now,” He nervously joked, “let’s not focus on the details!”
As soon as he said that, Sango’s eyes flashed and she snapped an arm out, snatching the hand that had been about to sneakily grope her bottom. Sango gave the monk a furious glare, and Miroku cried out when she angrily pinched the skin on the back of his hand.
“I-I’m sorry, Sango! I’m sorry! Ow, ow, ow!”
“Now is not the time, you pervert!”
For a moment, a brief moment, when Sesshōmaru looked away from Miroku, it… felt like his eyes met mine. The anger seemed to fade away then, something else replacing its spark in his gaze, and it took maybe half a second for me to realize it was that.
That same look from the forest, the one that was so gentle and soft in contrast to all his usual cold aloofness. The one that was so indecipherable, the one that was so difficult to read, but spoke volumes about our ambiguous and very unusual dynamic. What had once lacked affection or fascination, now held… something else.
There was irritation, sure, and anger, but now there was something almost… warm in his gaze.
Something almost accepting. Something frightfully fierce.
Something that burned as hot as the electricity that burst from his sword, and the flames I would often summon. It was something that caused my heart to catch in my throat and my breathing to hitch, the intensity of his smoldering golden gaze seeming to reach into my very soul. There was an undeniable anger in those eyes, but the gentleness buried in their depths confirmed that the anger was not directed at me.
It was for me.
He was angry that my life had been threatened, not once, not twice, but multiple times, and that he had to be the one to rescue me because no one else was capable of it despite all their strength and abilities. He was angry that I was injured, and that this time he almost didn’t make it in time. He was angry that I had been sold off and nearly forced to marry, that it took me so long to call for him, and he was angry that someone took the things he gave me, used them to blackmail me, and then proceeded to lay their hands on me, insulting my honor and his own.
He was angry that… if the strings of fate had not been so stubbornly tying us together… I would have died without the chance for him to revive me.
Sesshōmaru’s eyes were not a gentle flame. They were a roaring fire, one that would burn and consume until his fury was sated.
He did not kill the demon that abducted me or the human lord that touched me when he very well could have, and most certainly would have under any normal circumstances. Instead, he spared the one and mutilated the other, sending them two vastly different messages. He also did not harm the princess who resembled me, even though he clearly wished to, as I was the one she had wronged, and encouraged me to enact revenge instead.
Sesshōmaru’s anger… was still going strong.
It was still burning. He was not satisfied with this outcome. And now that anger was being taken out on Inuyasha, his younger half-brother, who was part of the reason I was now traveling with Sesshōmaru, as I had gotten abducted and separated from our group under his watch. Sesshōmaru knew this, and thus was using Inuyasha’s failures to verbally and physically attack him. But those failures… they weren’t really Inuyasha’s fault.
They were mine. Because I couldn’t protect myself.
It hurt… thinking Inuyasha was probably now blaming himself for everything that’s happened. I was going to have to correct whatever misunderstanding Sesshōmaru was trying to forge, because it simply wasn’t true. Inuyasha didn’t fail me.
I failed him.
When Sesshōmaru finally tore his gaze away, I inhaled sharply with a gasp, and watched as the demon lord faced his brother once again. “Stand up, Inuyasha. I know you’re still conscious.”
“…Damn.” Inuyasha groaned loudly, rolling onto his side to sit up and rub at his beaten face. “What’s got you in such a bad mood? It’s not like any of what Miroku said wasn’t true… I know you care about Irene.”
He clicked his tongue, his amber eyes rising to meet his brother’s glare.
“Why else would you give her those kimonos?”
“…I am not like you or our foolish father.” Sesshōmaru stated coldly. “Don’t try to project your shared feelings for mortals onto me.”
“Then what is it, huh!? Because I’m not buying any of that “debt” bull you keep spouting!”
As the two brothers began to argue, I heard a voice call from the side, a certain monk having moved to stand behind Kirara after Sango so strongly rejected being his shield from the demon lord’s wrath and had pinched his hand hard enough to bruise. “Soooo….”
Turning my head to look at him, I saw that Sango, Kagome, Maria, Shippō, and Kirara were all staring at me, and that Miroku was raising his eyebrow at me.
A dread began to pool in my stomach.
Compared to what they were most likely thinking when they first barged into the castle, this felt somehow worse. Most of them already suspected I had feelings for Sesshōmaru, something I had denied time and again- before I even realized I did in fact have feelings for him, and this situation, with Sesshōmaru using me as an excuse to attack Inuyasha, was definitely not helping my case. Although, it also wasn’t helping Sesshōmaru’s case either, as there’s only so much I can defend when he starts swinging his sword at his younger brother, and him saying all that stuff makes it sound like he cared for me when he very much didn’t.
Like… there’s absolutely no way I can defend that or try to explain the things he’s saying- and I don’t particularly want to defend him either. He was attacking Inuyasha.
As much as I adore Sesshōmaru, I don’t exactly approve of him swinging his sword at my friend- regardless of that friend being his family. I had half a mind to try and summon the dragon to separate them, but doing so really might just knock me out… if it didn’t kill me.
It… bothered me especially, because he wasn’t just attacking Inuyasha. Sesshōmaru was attacking him with the excuse of proving that he was incapable of protecting me and keeping me safe.
Inuyasha and I already have a rocky relationship, as our personalities were never that compatible to begin with, but despite it all we were still friends. I had doubted it for a short while after that encounter in Minamo Village, but Kikyō’s words and them coming to find me proved me wrong. And Inuyasha… does care. He’s proved time and time again that he does. He even wrapped me up in his kimono when he realized I was being mistreated by the servants of that one human lord who had fallen in love with Sango.
Sure, what Sesshōmaru said held some truth- Inuyasha couldn’t protect me from the panther demons.
But he did try, and when he failed he went running at full speed to rescue me from them. Inuyasha did his best. When we got separated in the fallen castle, he and the others had gone looking for me; it was just… bad luck that he didn’t find me in time. That doesn’t make it his fault.
It wasn’t his fault Kagura grabbed me, either.
Nothing I suffered… has ever been Inuyasha’s fault. It’s all mine. For not being strong enough, for not being smart enough- I’m the one to blame for not being able to protect me. No matter our differences and our occasional arguments, Inuyasha has always been looking after me.
As much as I like Sesshōmaru, I won’t defend him for trying to cast the blame on his brother. I won’t accept him blaming Inuyasha for my failures.
Unfortunately, that doesn’t change the fact that I… love Sesshōmaru.
It just makes it hurt.
Miroku shifted the items he was carrying, the light purple furoshiki sticking out against his dark attire. “What exactly happened between you and Sesshōmaru during our time apart, Irene?”
“Uh…” Nothing to warrant this. I have absolutely no idea what Sesshōmaru is thinking. “It’s not… I mean, n-nothing really-“
Their questioning looks just intensified, the curiosity in their eyes practically burning into me. Miroku’s raised brow was very suggestive, indicating he believed there was more to it than just my existence being tolerated by the demon lord, and I knew it was because he thought there was something between me and Sesshōmaru even though there wasn’t.
To make it worse, everyone had seen that moment of eye contact.
That way as well be undeniable proof that their suspicions were fact, even though- once again- it wasn’t. It was just a silent and very one-sided conversation, as I didn’t understand what Sesshōmaru was trying to say with that look.
“We aren’t- okay, listen.” I brought my hands up to press my fingertips together and against my mouth, making a face. My cheeks felt like they were burning under everyone’s stares. “I-It’s not that anything happened between us, it’s just, like… a pride thing. He revived me once, and he doesn’t want that effort to go to waste… or… s-something like that.”
Yeah.
“A-And he’s mad I got into so much trouble today! So…” I cleared my throat, fingers pressing against either side of my very red face. “Yeah. He doesn’t like… having to… rescue me.”
Besides, after today, he might not ever bother rescuing me again. Which… really sucks, because I had just gotten comfortable with the idea of calling out for him when I needed help. Inuyasha is seriously screwing me over here with his taunts.
I have the absolute worst luck.
“Uh-huh.” Miroku’s eyebrow rose even higher, and he leaned forward to rest against Kirara, setting my things on her back with his arms folded carefully around them so they wouldn’t fall. “And… how frequently does Sesshōmaru find himself “rescuing” you?”
My face burning even hotter, I ducked my head and bit down on my bottom lip, able to feel Maria’s stare sharpen as the cogs in her brain turned. She looked at Sesshōmaru who was once again fighting with his brother, Inuyasha having found his footing and pushed his way up to start swinging again while avoiding Sesshōmaru’s claws, before looking back at me, her eyes growing wide.
She knew. Maria figured me out.
How could she not?
I was her little sister for goodness’ sake. She knew me better than anyone else in the world. She could read me like she could read an open book, and while I had never had an interest in relationships or dating she did know what I liked from the books I read and shows I watched. She knew what me being smitten looked like, even though I had never really been smitten with anyone before.
That… was just how well she knew me.
And, for a split second, Maria was alarmed. She was alarmed, then scared, and she furrowed her brows in contemplation until concern wrote itself across her pale freckled face. Finally… a sadness almost akin to defeat shone in her hazel eyes, the vibrant green giving way momentarily to a heavy chestnut brown. Maria… knew I was in love with Sesshōmaru.
I was in love with Sesshōmaru, and I had made all these wonderful friends, but eventually we were going to have to leave.
When we inevitably returned home, she knew I’d be miserable.
But that was just how things were.
Shippō nudged my knees, staring up at me with worried green eyes. “Well? How often? Is it that dangerous traveling with him!? Sesshōmaru is super scary, isn’t he!? Has he threatened you? He hasn’t hurt you, has he!?”
“N-No, he never-” The questions startled me. “I’m fine. I already told you, he’s been good to me.”
“Irene…” Kagome curled a hand close to her chest, frowning deeply, her coffee brown eyes boring into my own chestnut ones. “What is Sesshōmaru to you? Why is he… doing all this?”
Sango nodded, hugging me a bit tighter. “This isn’t at all like Sesshōmaru. Him fighting with Inuyasha isn’t anything new, but… it sounds as if he’s…” She paused, thinking how to phrase it. “It sounds as if he’s upset that you keep getting hurt.”
“Yes.” Miroku agreed, his suggestive eyebrows falling as his face shifted into something more serious. “It’s like he’s angry at Inuyasha for not being able to keep you safe. I questioned him earlier, but… Irene,” He narrowed his eyes, lips tilting downwards, “was I right? Does Sesshōmaru truly have feelings for you? I can’t imagine him being this angry otherwise. All this fighting and arguing that he doesn’t care just makes it sound as if he’s in denial of what his heart wants.”
Oh my gods. What his heart wants? I can’t believe Miroku just phrased it like that. Did he forget we were talking about Sesshōmaru of all people? “I-It’s not-“
Deep breaths. Don’t panic.
“It’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like?” The monk stubbornly inquired, concerned yet also genuinely curious. “And how dangerous is it traveling with him? Are events like today a common occurrence?”
I chewed nervously on my bottom lip, turning away, only to cringe when I caught Kirara’s big red gaze. She looked just as curious, even if she didn’t fully understand what was being said. Shoulders slumping, I gave into defeat and let out a tired sigh. “No. It’s… It’s not. It’s… actually pretty peaceful. Traveling with him has been a lot calmer than… when I was with you all.”
That surprised them.
“Most demons don’t come near us when he’s around, and the ones that do are super weak. He kills them all pretty quick.” My words were quiet but clear. “When he’s gone… Jaken and I take care of any that try to attack us. We only really had trouble one time, and I took care of them on my own. Sesshōmaru did have to save me near the end because I was falling through the sky, but… that’s just because I wore myself out summoning the dragon spirit.”
Sango gasped, knowing exactly which Shikigami I was talking about. “You mean the one from the mansion?”
“…Yeah. I couldn’t attack with the dragon and stay on the eagle spirit at the same time, so I started falling. Sesshōmaru discovered what had happened from Rin and Jaken, and came to find me. He saw me, caught me, and that was that. Several days passed just fine. No demons, no bandits, nothing. I… I only got into trouble today because I left the group to do some shopping. Honestly, the only “problem” I have is finding enough food to eat. Rin can’t exactly survive off of just mushrooms and berries, y’know? And fish… only help so much. That’s why I left for Minamo Village. I wanted to buy some fruits and veggies for us to eat.”
Aside from the sounds of the brothers fighting each other, the room was silent. I began to fiddle with my fingers, only to soon start twisting the sleeves of my shiromuku.
A twinge of defeat made itself known in my voice, as well as a painful acceptance. “Sesshōmaru… doesn’t care for me like that. I know how it sounds a-and how it might look, but… we just… extended the deal from when we met. As long as I stay out of his way, he’ll let me do my own thing... and as long as I’m traveling with him he’ll keep me safe. That’s it. I can do whatever I want so long as it doesn’t trouble him.”
Sango looked deeply confused. “But… isn’t having to rescue you trouble? I mean, this is Sesshōmaru. There’s no way he’d rescue you just because.”
At that, I paused.
“Him being here now doesn’t make any sense for Sesshōmaru.”
I could feel my anxiety spike at that, not really knowing how to respond or answer that. It hurt, being reminded how I was only a bother to those around me, even if it wasn’t intended that way. I always felt like I was a burden to my friends, constantly getting in danger and into trouble, but now Sesshōmaru, someone who didn’t even really like humans, had gone out of his way to save me even though he had no obligation to.
His pride just… made him.
Lifting my head, I watched the brothers fight once more, a sorrow and guilt heavy in my gaze.
“…It’s because of Rin.”
“What?” Sango, and everyone else, looked confused. “You mean the child he has with him?”
“Yeah. He revived her, too.” I lowered my head, guilt weighing me down like a tidal wave. It’s been so long since I felt its pressure, it was honestly crushing. “She helped him. She said… she found him injured in the woods. Tried to nurse him back to health. Then she was attacked by wolves. When she woke up, Sesshōmaru was there. I’ve been helping him look after her.”
“Wolves?” Kagome echoed, only to blink, a gasp escaping her as hand shot up to her mouth. “You don’t think-“
“What?” I looked at her with furrowed brows, but Maria’s stare was intense. She snapped her head up to gaze at the middle schooler, hazel eyes a sharp green once more.
Kagome looked uncomfortable, shifting in place. “I-It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.”
“No.” Maria’s voice was firm, tone demanding. “Speak. Explain.”
Kagome worried her bottom lip, sharing a glance with Sango, Miroku, and Shippō, before lowering her head with a sigh. “When we met Kōga… it was after a massive fight between Inuyasha and Sesshōmaru, where Sesshōmaru was badly wounded. Kōga wasn’t… He wasn’t on our side then. Or kind to humans. His wolves had just gotten done eating an entire village when we arrived. I’m… wondering if…”
“If Rin was one of the villagers?” Sango finished, alarmed.
Kagome nodded grimly. “Yes.”
She then paused, looking at the stunned Maria with big eyes. The middle schooler hurriedly began to wave her hands.
“I-It might not have been his wolves! I’m just making a guess! We haven’t come across any other wolf demons, really, so- who knows? And Kōga’s a good guy now, so I’m sure even if it was him he’d feel really bad about it! Demons’ hearts can change! Kōga’s just… changed for the better!”
“...As has Sesshōmaru’s.” Miroku muttered. “Or so it appears.”
Maria was silent. Her gaze slowly drifted back to me. “So, you’ve been helping this “Sesshōmaru” with the raising of the child?”
I nodded. “…Yeah.”
Shippō folded his arms over his chest, frowning. “I guess that does explain the “debt” he was talking about. But why’d he go out of his way to revive a human kid in the first place? Even if she did try and help him, it isn’t a very Sesshōmaru thing to do to accept that help or… care that she tried. He’s never shown any compassion before, so why now? Did he feel bad for her or something?”
“I mean…” I hesitated. “Rin did kind of say that… she was abused by the villagers, so… he might’ve noticed that.”
A heavy silence fell over the group, no one having a response to that. They all just looked torn between being horrified that a child had been abused, and surprised that Sesshōmaru even cared about it when he was willing to attack his own brother.
Worrying my bottom lip, I looked back up at the brothers, wincing as a wounded Inuyasha jumped up and out of the way of Sesshōmaru’s poison whip, which cracked loudly against the ruined floor. The older brother hasn’t suffered any wounds at all, but the younger brother was bleeding all over the place- yet was still fighting so stubbornly.
“Shouldn’t…” I hesitated. “Shouldn’t we stop them?”
“And get ourselves killed?” Miroku asked, raising his eyebrows at me. “No, no. It’s safer over here. It’ll be resolved soon enough.”
“Mmhm.” Shippō nodded. “Inuyasha normally sends Sesshōmaru running, anyways. He just… gets beat up a lot first.”
But… they’re fighting because of me. I need to do something, don’t I?
Kagome let out a sigh, a hand curling worriedly against her chest as she watched the two fight and trade blows. She looked like she wanted nothing more than to pick up her bow and arrow and put an end to this battle so she could tend to the half-demon’s wounds. “Inuyasha… please, be careful…” She bit the inside of her cheek. “Sesshōmaru is acting so strange today. It’s like something’s… weighing on him.”
The middle schooler laced her hands together and held them up to her lips in a quiet prayer.
“Inuyasha, please… please, get through this…!”
Damn it.
I don’t want to get in the way of them, but I can’t just ignore this either. It’s my fault they’re fighting. It’s my fault Inuyasha is hurt right now. This isn’t okay.
If I just never left the group…
“Irene!?” Sango was very much alarmed when I slipped out of her arms, the brunette reaching out to grab me when I began to move. “Irene, wait-“
“Hey!” Maria hand snapped outwards, snatching my sleeve with impressive speed.
But, unfortunately for her, I was just as fast- and as I moved forward I tugged at the cord around my waist and untied the outer layer, the silky blue-and-pink fabric coming undone and leaving me in just the very light pink kakeshita and the colorful nagajuban I had worn under the main shiromuku layer. The lack of the outer robe allowed me to scramble and stumble up onto my feet, the world around me swaying a little as my head pounded from the movement.
“Don’t do it, Irene!” Kagome cried. ”It’s too dangerous!”
Shippō’s voice was a frightened wail. “Come back!”
“Get between him and Inuyasha, and Sesshōmaru will kill even you!” Miroku called, warning me in his panic. “Don’t be foolish! Come back to us!”
I ignored their pleas.
There were no hems dragging against the ground, no heavy fabric weighing down my feet. My movement was no longer as restricted, and as much as my head hurt I was just as determined. This fight started because of me, so it was up to me to end it. I can’t just keep sitting still while one of my best friends are being beaten within an inch of his life.
Right when Sesshōmaru sent Inuyasha flying back with another firm crack of his vibrant green whip, I took that chance to move between them, tabi socks sending me sliding a little bit farther to the side than planned, my shoulder-length hair a mess as I held my arms out to try and shield the half-demon from any further attacks. “Stop it!”
“Irene…” Sesshōmaru was not at all pleased by my interruption. My heart jumping and slamming hard against my ribcage, I looked up with nervous eyes to see him staring down at me with cold, inquiring eyes. A part of me worried he might kill me for the taunts and accusations his younger brother shouted out earlier. “Why do you interfere?”
From behind me, atop some debris, Inuyasha grunted and sat up. His voice held both stubbornness and panic when he exclaimed, waving a hand at me, “Get outta the way, Irene! This is between him and me!”
“But it’s about me!” I snapped in retort, chancing a glare at the teen from over my shoulder. “And nothing that’s happened to me is your fault, Inuyasha, so stop it! Don’t agree with Sesshōmaru just because he says it! Me getting into trouble and him always rescuing me has nothing to do with… with whether or not you’re good at protecting me!”
Inuyasha was stunned.
Turning back around, I worried my bottom lip as I met Sesshōmaru’s stare. “A-As for you…”
I could feel my heart pounding, my legs shaking as I stood against him. After everything he’s done for me today and all the days before, this was probably incredibly rude and disrespectful. I was pushing the limits of what he would tolerate and what I was allowed to do considering the nature of our ambiguous relationship. I was challenging him, and challenging a demon lord was something someone should not do. Especially if that demon lord was Sesshōmaru.
But, still…
As afraid as I was of confrontation, and of this confrontation in particular, and whether or not his tolerance towards me has changed now, this was something I could not tolerate. “Don’t blame Inuyasha just because I couldn’t protect myself!”
Every single little thing Sesshōmaru said to Inuyasha had been my failures, not his. It was wrong to cast the blame on Inuyasha just because he happened to be there at the time where everything went so wrong and I got hurt. It was all me.
Not him.
Seeing how sharp Sesshōmaru’s stare was, though, was almost enough to make me call it quits. I felt a chill go down my spine at the sight of his cold gaze. It was a struggle just to get any words out. Upsetting Sesshōmaru had always been the last thing I wanted to do, yet now I’m here purposefully starting an argument with him. I was terrified. He must be so fed up with the accusations, I was probably using up what little patience he had left for my antics. One wrong move and he’ll kill me.
“Y-You said…” My voice was trembling when I finally managed to speak. “You said… it was Inuyasha’s fault that I got… h-hurt and abducted so much.” Okay, good start. I can do this. “But it… it wasn’t. It was my fault.”
Gods… I think I’m going to cry again. I don’t like this.
This scares me so much. “I… I only got abducted because I couldn’t fight any of the panther demons off! I was still wounded from the castle… where we met… a-and I only got separated from Inuyasha because the undead could smell vitality! W-We separated for safety! I was… I was the one who ran into a room full of samurai! I got spooked by a zombie and ran off right into a horde of them!”
Sesshōmaru remained silent, simply staring down at me with narrowed eyes.
“A-And Kagura got away with me back at the swamp because I was too scared to jump off her feather! I-I could’ve, but I didn’t, a-and then I inhaled a bunch of miasma like an idiot, which only damaged my organs more, and then… and then…”
Frick.
It was so hard to keep speaking. My voice kept cracking and falling apart. The tears were dripping hot against my cheeks.
I felt so pathetic. “And then I couldn’t… protect Rin. I was… I was too weak. It took everything I had to… to guide her out of the castle and shield her from all the hungry demons, and to fend off Kohaku. I… I tried, but it wasn’t enough, and you had to save me, and revive me, and… and…”
I squeezed my eyes shut and ducked my head, hiccuping.
“And it’s all my fault! So… So don’t blame Inuyasha!”
“Irene!?” Inuyasha was definitely more alarmed now, the half-demon sitting up completely by this point. He tossed a bloody arm out to the side. “What are you saying!? Stop talking and get out of there!”
“It’s my fault!” I stubbornly repeated, pressing a hand to my chest, ignoring Inuyasha as I tried to emphasize my point. “I’m… I’m the one you should be angry at! I’m… the one who keeps causing you trouble! I’m the nuisance!”
Perhaps it was his silence.
Maybe it was because Sesshōmaru made no move to lash out at me.
But a fear had crept into my heart, one more scared of abandonment and rejection than wrath or physical pain.
When I looked up at Sesshōmaru again, my heart was pounding so hard against my ribcage it felt as though it were trying to escape. I found myself sliding a foot forward, moving closer to the demon lord in my tear-filled panic, desperate for him to say something instead of just staring down at me with such a hard, unreadable expression. I’m not even sure what kind of reaction I was hoping for. I just wanted this nonsensical battle to end.
“I’m the one that’s weak! I couldn’t- I couldn’t protect myself from the panther demons! I couldn’t stop Kagura from taking me away or from abducting me! I couldn’t… stop anyone! I couldn’t… I couldn’t even stop Diana’s servants… from stealing my things away.”
Step by step, I moved closer… until I was directly in front of him. The shame and the guilt- they permeated my very being, the regret I had at being unable to protect what I deemed precious a weight far too great to bear.
Despairing chestnut brown eyes bore deep into smoldering gold, and I found myself confessing my shame. “You… You gave me those kimonos. But I… I couldn’t… stop them from being taken. A-And I was so mad, but I couldn’t do anything on my own. And then… I was nearly killed by Kagura, Kanna, and Anastasia again, and…”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I shook my head, lips curling back as I choked.
“If you didn’t show up when you did, I would’ve… had to marry Ryūno.”
I had been so sure I would be fine on my own, but I ended up getting in so much trouble right off the bat.
There was the shapeshifter that tried to manipulate my feelings for the man in front of me, the incarnations and my two ancestors that tried to have me killed, and the marriage I was nearly forced into. I suffered so many injuries and uncomfortable touches, lost so much blood, and caused so many deaths because of my inability to protect myself. All I could do was pathetically hope that leaving a scent trail would be enough to ensure my rescue from the dragon’s den.
It was… all I could do to stall for time, not knowing if anyone would actually come to save me.
“I-I was so scared. The ribbon was all I had left- I didn’t want to let it go, but I… I wanted to hope you’d come after me. That you’d find it.” Inhaling shakily, my shoulders tensed, and as my body shuddered I made myself lift my head, flashing the demon lord a weak smile. “I… wanted to be saved by you, Sesshōmaru.”
Another lump in my throat, another painful swallow.
“So… yeah. I-It’s not that… Inuyasha couldn’t protect me. I’m just… I’m just weak.” As I finished my speech, all the momentum that brought me here seemed to leave me. I ended up faltering, lowering my head again, my cheeks burning hot from shame and from tears.
There was… something else I wanted to say, but I wasn’t quite sure what it was. I was just so terrified that this would be it, that this would be the end of whatever we were. I didn’t want to be abandoned or hated by him, but if that’s what happened…
There’s no way I can stop it.
What was I hoping to do? I wanted to stop the fight, but with the way he’s staring at me now I’m not so sure it worked. What… can I do?
Suddenly, as I sniffled and lifted my gaze, I caught sight of his right hand- still poised near his chest from when he had been about to attack his brother again.
I remembered how warm and soft it had felt back when we were discussing his father and the tenseiga. How gentle. I wondered how different it would feel if that very same hand used its claws to tear through me. I remembered his non-serious promise to kill me with them.
That was when it came to me- the realization of what I needed to do.
I realized what it was I wanted to say.
“I’m… the one to blame.” I murmured quietly, slowly lifting my gaze up the rest of the way so I could meet his own stare. “So… if you want to be mad at someone, if you want to hurt someone…”
With a hesitant twitch, I swallowed down the fear and stepped even closer, reaching out for Sesshōmaru’s poised claws. To my surprise, he didn’t yank his arm away or smack my hand off of his. His expression simply hardened as he watched me gently curl both my hands around his wrist, guiding his fingers towards my neck.
In the background, I could hear Inuyasha shouting at me and cursing Sesshōmaru, threatening that if he hurt me that he’d kill him. Kagome, Sango, and Shippō were screaming for me to stop and run away. Maria was calling my name, alarmed by what was happening, looking ready to charge in if not for Shippō and Sango holding her back, and Miroku… was watching in silence, his mouth partially agape as his eyes grew wide. Kirara’s fur was totally bristled, the demon standing on all fours as she hissed. They were all so afraid for me.
But, despite it all, despite my own fear, there was a burning in my heart- in my soul- that gave me a calm strong enough for me to do this.
And it ached.
Sesshōmaru’s hand was so soft and warm against my throat. The demon lord didn’t react much to my actions or touch, simply staring in silence as he obligingly curled his fingers around my neck- not squeezing, simply letting them rest there- and instead pondered what it was I was trying to do.
I was so used to my sisters’ teasing comments in the past, but with Sesshōmaru’s hand wrapped so firmly around my throat and him standing directly in front of me, I realized how small I truly was compared to him. One twitch of the wrist and he’d snap my head off like a twig. He wouldn’t even need two hands to strangle me, just the one was already big enough to close around my thin neck.
His eyes…
They were full of curiosity, but also a silent demand for an explanation.
Such a pretty color.
I never realized what a beautiful color gold was until meeting Sesshōmaru. It was never one of my favorites, but ever since coming here to the feudal era… I found myself always looking for those golden eyes. Always hoping I could see more of them, always hoping to catch their gaze. I’m not entirely sure when it started, maybe from the moment we first met, but I had been completely enchanted by him.
Bewitched, even, as some mortal men might say… though I don’t think it was necessarily a bad thing. Just foolish on my part, as I knew these feelings would never be reciprocated.
Gently cradling Sesshōmaru’s wrist with both hands, I smiled up at him again. The tears staining my face, my makeup surely ruined, I had to choke out the words, “I-If you want to be mad, be mad at me. Take… Take it out on me. You only ever had to save me because I got myself into trouble. So… be mad at me.”
My jaw tightened when I felt his fingers twitch.
I inhaled sharply, flinching only slightly, bracing myself for pain. When he failed to crush my throat, I blinked open my eyes, a few more tears falling, and I looked up at him in confusion. It was a struggle to hold his stare, his gaze so painfully intense, and the tears and the dark spots from my throbbing skull blurring my vision. I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, awaiting his judgment with terrible anticipation, my hands shaking as they lightly squeezed his wrist.
Sesshōmaru still did not speak.
Even as Inuyasha yelled at him, demanding he release me, that I hurry and run away, and Maria screaming at me to stop what I was doing, Sesshōmaru’s golden gaze just searched my face. I vaguely wondered if he could hear my heart pumping in my chest, and if he could feel my racing pulse in my throat.
“I left the group.” I hiccuped, another wave of tears falling. Sesshōmaru’s brows furrowed slightly, feeling a few droplets drip from my cheeks and splash onto his hand. “You… warned me I’d get myself killed, but I didn’t listen. I left anyway. It’s… always been me. So… take your anger out on me.”
“Irene…” My heart jumped when Sesshōmaru finally spoke, his fingers squeezing my neck ever-so-lightly as if contemplating whether or not he should actually get rid of me. “What are you trying to accomplish by doing this? Do you truly long for death?”
“…I just don’t want you blaming others for my mistakes.” It wasn’t as if Inuyasha let me jump recklessly into danger. “I-I’m the one who keeps running off and getting into trouble, so-“
“Irene.” Sesshōmaru’s voice took on a much harsher tone, and I flinched- only to squeak when he released my throat. The sensation of his claws trailing against my skin sent shivers, ones that were strangely pleasant, down my spine. “That’s enough.”
My heart all but leapt into my throat. I felt a bit dizzy when I looked up at him, my eyes wide as they met his own stern gaze. “Wh-What…?”
“You’re weak because you’re mortal.” Was his response, and as he turned away I realized the anger in his voice was completely gone, the heavy weight of his oppressive demonic aura having faded along with his rage. Sesshōmaru had calmed down… somehow. “So don’t speak such nonsense. Foolish though you may be, you’re more intelligent than that. Inuyasha may be only half demon, but he should have been able to protect you… yet he’s failed at even that.”
He glanced at his brother from the peripheral of his vision, narrowing his eyes.
“Even with the power bestowed upon him from our father’s fang, he couldn’t even manage that much.”
Ah… okay.
So this is a strongest-must-protect-the-weak thing? And since I’m a human, I don’t have the same power or strength as a demon… so Inuyasha, being half demon, and therefore stronger than me, is being blamed for my failures because he should’ve been able to protect me from… my own weakness?
Am I understanding this right? Feudal era logic confuses me.
From behind me, Inuyasha snapped, pushing himself up onto his feet with the help of his sword, “Oh, shut up! No one asked for your opinion, Sesshōmaru!”
…Inuyasha truly was determined to toss all my hard work out the front door, wasn’t he?
He was bleeding badly, blood dripping from his many cuts and gashes, and yet he was ready to pick another fight. I just barely survived trying to put an end to this one. The brothers do not need to start throwing hands and blades again.
Spinning on my heel, I made a face, utterly exasperated. “Inuya…”
Without warning, the throbbing in my skull worsened.
I watched in confusion as the world spun out of control.
And then, for just a moment, everything faded into black.
When my consciousness returned to me, I was no longer facing downwards. An arm was wrapped around my waist, a hand resting on my stomach. Hard armor was being pressed against my side, and I was being held up by someone, and that same someone’s claws were digging into me just slightly from how tightly they were holding me. “Ngh… ow…”
It was as if they hadn’t been expecting to hold me, so they didn’t think to control their strength. Whatever had happened, they just reacted the instant it happened.
“Ugh…”
I tried to shift in place, but my toes were barely touching the ground. Groggily blinking my eyes open and looking up, expression a bit dazed, I saw the most beautiful face staring down at me, a pair of golden eyes uncharacteristically wide. Not really thinking, I moved so I was holding onto his arm with one hand and gently tried to pry his claws out of my stomach with my other, practically lacing our fingers together in the process.
“St-Stabbing me…”
Sesshōmaru immediately loosened his grip.
I began to relax. Now that his claws weren’t digging into me, the only pain was the ache in my skull. Leaning my head against the demon lord’s arm, not really thinking of the potential consequences of doing so, I tried to wrack my brain for what just happened. Unfortunately, I had no idea of where I was or what I had even been doing.
Looking around the room, I saw people staring in complete shock, and one boy dressed in red was standing about ten feet away, but I was so disoriented I didn’t really comprehend who they were at first. Still holding the demon lord’s arm, I shifted so I was clinging more onto his sleeve and bicep instead, trying to turn but not having much strength to do so, and my feet not fully being on the ground made things even harder.
When I was finally face-to-face with him, I blinked, noticing how strange his expression still was. “Sessh…ōmaru?”
Silky silver hair, porcelain skin, magenta eyeshadow, and maroon-colored stripes on his cheeks…
It definitely looked like him.
But… he seemed so surprised for some reason. I haven’t seen his eyes this wide in a while. He is Sesshōmaru, isn’t he? He isn’t another demon pretending to be him?
“You…” I leaned forward, squinting at him. “You are Sesshōmaru, right? Or are you another shapeshifter?”
Chestnut brown bore into startling gold, and I watched as his expression fell back into one of neutrality. He seemed unbothered by the close proximity, simply narrowing his eyes at me as our faces drew close. After staring at each other for a long minute, I pulled back, making a face as the throbbing in my head grew worse as memories tried to come back to me. I lifted a hand up to my head, wincing.
“I think… you’re Sesshōmaru.” Certainly smells like him. “Shapeshifter… got your scent wrong last time. But you…”
The smell of dog fur and heavy forest was unmistakable. This was actually him.
“Yeah. S-Sorry. Gods, I can’t…”
I can’t think. Everything hurts.
“What were we doing again?”
From the side, I heard a familiar voice call out. “Irene…?”
I glanced over my shoulder, my eyes lighting up at the sight of a certain half-demon. Now that he was a few feet closer, I could recognize him, and I lifted my arm up to give him a weak wave, waggling my fingers. “Inuyasha~! Hey! Hi! How you doing?”
Er, wait…
“Why are you all bloody?”
He made a face, leaning against his sword and raising a hand to point weakly at me. “Hey, uh… how hard did you say you hit your head?”
What? “I… didn’t?”
Furrowing my brows, I zoned out for a moment, trying and failing to think about it. There was a blank in my memory, one I couldn’t quite place. My skull began to throb with a bit more of a sting, and I winced, hugging the arm that was wrapped around me even tighter.
Memories come flooding back into my brain with a vengeance, the throbbing in my skull changing into sharp stabbing pains. The hurt was so immense, I almost crumpled against Sesshōmaru’s form, but the hand wrapped around my waist kept me standing. Forehead pressed to his fur-covered arm, I struggled to catch my breath. My face felt warm, almost feverish. The exhaustion and stress was undoubtedly catching up to me.
“Sh-Shapeshifter… and Kikyō? Kikyō and… Diana, and… oh. Oooh…” Everything hurts. Sorting through the flood of events felt like trying to sift through a haystack made entirely of needles. “My… My kimonos.”
I still need to get back my kimonos.
“She… stole my kimonos.”
My movements were sluggish and stiff as I made to pull away from Sesshōmaru. When he didn’t move his hand from my waist, I patted his arm. My legs almost gave out as he let go, retracting his hand and allowing my feet to finally touch the floor again, and I stumbled as I spun on my heel, staggering and pausing only to look around to locate my things. They were with my friends.
Specifically, Miroku.
How long have they… been here?
Ow. Ow. Ow.
Oh.
I remember now.
“Irene…?” Kagome tentatively called out. “Are… Are you okay?”
“M’fine.” They came all this way to find me, even though I had run away. They were worried, caring so much about me that they chased after me. If Sesshōmaru didn’t show up to save me when he did, maybe they would’ve found me some time after my marriage with Ryūno. Maybe they would’ve saved me before I was forced to spend the night with him. They had been so close to the castle, after all, and they would have only needed to do a little more investigation to find out where I was taken. “Just… tired. I want… I want my kimonos.”
“Kimonos?” Her eyes widened. She whipped her head around to look at Sango, who nodded at her. The two women shared a look with Maria, and the three turned to look up at the monk standing behind them all. “Miroku, you should probably give that cloth to Irene.”
“Hm?” Miroku blinked, then looked down at the furoshiki he was holding with a look of realization. “You mean…”
I began to lumber my way towards them slowly, tiredly outstretching my hands. “Sesshōmaru… had them made for me.” I made a grabby motion with my hands. “Give… Give them back.”
They’re mine.
Though very confused, Miroku did as requested- but Maria stubbornly took them from him so she could be the one to hand them to me. Shippō hopped up onto the freckled woman’s shoulder as that happened, and he and the others watched as Maria stormed over and handed me the fabric. She looked mad. “What were you thinking!? Why would you say such things to him!? Why would you even-!?”
I just hugged the furoshiki to my face, nuzzling it as relief visibly washed over me. Maria startled when she heard my voice crack, a wave of tears forming against my will. “Finally…”
After such a terrifying, agonizing day… finally… they were mine again. I won’t ever let anyone take them from me again. Even if that means I have to become a monster, I am never going to let myself go through the same thing as I did today ever again.
I had been so scared, but now it’s okay.
It’s all going to be okay now.
Sniffling, I inhaled deeply and nuzzled the furoshiki once more. Glancing up at Maria’s stunned face, I looked down and mumbled a nervous apology before making my way over to the robe I abandoned on the floor. Setting the furoshiki on my lap, I gathered up the thick and ridiculously long fabric, knelt down, and began to shakily try and fold it. I could feel more tears trying to form, but I strangled back the sob and swallowed it down. As upset as I’m sure everyone was with me and as awful as I felt for it, I needed to focus on this task before I’m unable to.
I hadn’t been able to buy any thick kimonos or blankets before I had been dragged away, but Rin and I would be able to use the shiromuku layers as a substitute. The outer layer was thick, and overlapped together with the other two layers… they would keep us warm during the colder nights. It was perfect.
My hands just weren’t cooperating, though.
I could feel Maria rest a hand on my shoulder as she followed after me, kneeling down and pulling me to her chest in a hug. She seemed to have realized what I was doing, and was saving her rage for a better moment. “Breathe, love. Don’t rush.”
Focus. Fold everything. Focus. Fold everything. Fold…
My brain blanked.
Focus. Fold everything. Focus. Fold everything. Focus…
“Here, let me.” Sango reached out to tug the shiromuku away from me, folding it with much more grace and ease than I had been doing, following Maria’s example instead of getting angry or upset with me right away. She observed the pink and blue silk curiously. “I’ve never seen a bridal kimono quite like this. Was it the demon who designed it? He must have really been looking forward to marrying you…”
Miroku nodded with an agreeing hum, his eyebrows raised high as he took note of the embroidery. “Just who was this demon?”
“…Ryūno.” I mumbled. The sensation of Maria’s nails scratching the back of my scalp felt quite nice. “Water dragon. King of the depths. He’s… a good guy, just… falls in love easily.”
They all shared a look, a silent conversation passing between them, and then everyone turned to stare at… Kagome?
Heck, even Shippō was giving her a look. “Sounds like someone else I know.”
“Huh?” The middle schooler looked like a deer-in-the-headlights, pointing at herself with wide eyes. “Y-You don’t mean me, do you?”
“More a specific wolf demon.” The fox child deadpanned.
“He did kidnap you,” Miroku pointed out, “then decided to declare you his “mate” when he realized how kind and loyal you are. We were all there for it.”
“Mmhm.” Sango nodded as she unwrapped the furoshiki in preparation of tucking the shiromuku inside. “I remember that, too. Kōga shouted his love for you atop the mountain and everything mid-battle.”
“W-Well, it’s not like I had a say in any of it! He decided that on his own! Besides...” She huffed, turning away with a pout, her face burning a brilliant red. “I turned him down, remember?”
Maria looked baffled by this story. “I knew Kōga cared for you… but he went so far?”
“It’s a long story.” Kagome sighed, hanging her head. “I’ll tell you later.”
“Honestly, though…” Miroku shook his head, giving me a stern frown. “I understand the heart behind it, but, Irene, did you really have to approach Sesshōmaru like that? What if he actually took you up on your offer and tried to-”
“These kimonos truly are very beautiful!” Sango suddenly commented, changing the subject. Everyone paused and turned to look at her, stunned by the very fierce and very pointed look she was giving them, before turning to gaze at Maria, who was glaring, only to finally focus their attention on the kimonos in question, observing the striped and flower-patterned fabrics with slight nervousness and a hint of curiosity. The demon slayer may have been trying to protect me, but she wouldn’t just say anything to do so. “You must treasure them greatly.”
Unfortunately, at her former comment, a bitterness washed over me, remembering when Diana had said the exact same thing. “…Sh-She took them from me.”
Sango paused, looking up at me with a surprised blink. “Sorry?”
Shippō leaned forward from atop Maria’s shoulders, trying to hear me better. “What’d you say?”
“Diana… took them from me.” I bit out, the fury rising as the memories of what had been done came back to me. “Sesshōmaru had them made for me! But then- But then the soldiers dragged me here, and Diana had them take them from me! Sh-She let them hit me, and starve me, and she made me take her place to marry Ryūno! He had to save me from Kagura and Anastasia, a-and Sesshōmaru had to save me from him! And then… And then Diana, she-“
“Irene-“ Maria started to say, only for me to cut her off in my rage.
“She wore my kimono!” It was so mean. I hadn’t done anything except look like her and she decided to hurt me because of it. “I-It was my kimono, but she was wearing it! And… And she was just gonna… let her lord lock me up so I wouldn’t get them back…”
It had been so disturbing and scary. If not for Sesshōmaru, I don’t even want to think about what could have happened to me.
“I just wanted to buy food for Rin! That’s all! Th-That’s… all I w-wanted… but she… she made me… just because of my face, and I almost… urgh!” It made me so mad just remembering it. Gritting my teeth, I let out a low growl, digging my fingers into my robes. “I can’t believe she wore my kimono! Of all the things…”
Of all the things Diana did, that one infuriated me the most.
“She’s lucky cutting her hair is all I did. If I really was an onryō or whatever, I would’ve done a whole lot worse.”
“An onryō?” Miroku gasped.
“...Yeah.” I lifted my gaze, staring at him, voice taking on a bit of a tired tone. “You know what that is? They all kept shouting that when I walked in…” Though exhausted and burdened with a horrible migraine, I mimicked them to the best of my ability. “”She’s an “onryō”! “Give her back her things”! “We must pacify the onryō or she’ll kill us all”! Stuff like that. I get that it’s like… some kind of evil ghost, but…”
“An onryō is a vengeful spirit.” The monk explained, expression quickly growing grim. “Perhaps the most frightening of all vengeful spirits. If one can not pacify it, then a priest must be called to perform an exorcism as these spirits can quickly grow violent. Onryō are spirits, spirits born from the deceased and tortured souls of human beings who have been wrongfully and cruelly murdered, and... as is the case with times like these, most of these victims are women. As spirits they will determinedly seek revenge against those who hurt them. They are known to cause plagues and natural disasters, and many will curse those who so much as come near them if not outright kill them- and these curses… lead to a very slow and tortuous death. I've heard from fellow exorcists that most of these cases involved something being taken from these people right before their deaths, and that returning what was stolen can sometimes appease their spirit. If… the people of this castle thought you to be such a tragic and frightening thing, then…”
His dark blue eyes flashed, a realization dawning on him- the monk finally understanding just how far I must have been pushed to get so angry, and just how important my kimonos were to me.
“These past two days… must have been very hard on you.” Miroku said quietly, lowering his head. “If not for Sesshōmaru, we likely wouldn’t be speaking like this at all. It… pains my heart, thinking, if not for him, what may have become you- since we likely would have been too late. To imagine our sweet Irene as a terrifying Onryō…”
“Mmm.” Sango looked deeply disturbed, and Shippō was shivering at the very thought.
“An Onryō…” Kagome murmured. “I feel like my gramps told me about them before.”
An Onryō… is that bad? Gods, no wonder everyone was freaking out so badly. They thought I was some kind of walking calamity.
If I had actually died before Ryūno showed, or if he had killed me for not being Diana, would I… have actually become an Onryō? Would I have killed Diana and Lord Akamatsu for what they did to me? What about my friends? They showed up here at the castle searching for me. If they found me as a vengeful spirit, what would they have done? What would I have done to them?
It’s… a really good thing Sesshōmaru showed up when he did.
“Onryō…” Maria muttered, thinking deeply. “A vengeful spirit. Something taken… ah!”
Her eyes lit up in realization, and she whirled her head around to look at me with horror. We all watched as she snapped her fingers, pointing at me.
In English, she declared, “The Grudge!”
Confusion, then understanding- it dawned on me like a brick to the skull. I immediately smacked my hands to my face, even more disturbed than I had already been. My cheek stung where I had been cut. “Wait, you mean- the scary ghost lady!?” I made crawling motions with my hands. I had never seen the movie myself, as I could never handle horror movies, but I knew the references. “With the long hair and the crawling and the-”
“The old well?” Maria asked.
I nodded fervently, only to quickly regret it as it made me dizzy.
Maria leaned down, holding me close. I felt her press a firm kiss to my scalp, her arms squeezing me tight. A solemnity had taken place on her features, her hazel eyes dark with a grim and almost angry sorrow. “It’s okay now. You are not her. You will never be her.”
Everyone looked so confused, even Kagome- though that was mostly because the movie hasn’t come out yet in her time period. Thankfully, they all figured out pretty quickly that it was a future thing we were speaking about and didn’t poke at it, as Onryō were terrifying things.
“Irene…” Sango’s caramel brown eyes gazed at me sadly for a moment, and slowly turned her focus back to the kimonos, knowing my attachment to them was what had caused such a horrible misunderstanding. She reached out, running her fingers across the darker blue kimono. Oddly enough, I wasn’t bothered at all, perhaps because of the immense trust I had in her. “This fabric… It was made with the hide of a water dragon, woven together with demon worm silk.”
“Water dragon?” Shippō echoed, making a face. “Irene has a kimono made from a water dragon…? But wasn’t the demon that wanted to marry her also a water dragon?”
I scrunched up my nose. “They’re not related.”
“Demon worm silk?” Kagome decided to ask, ignoring us, curious by the strange description. “What’s that do?”
Sango nodded with half-lidded eyes. “It binds the material together. One cannot weave demonic fabric without demonic thread. But that’s not the impressive part. It’s the dragon hide that truly gives the kimono its protective power. Dragons are far from easy to kill, and even a limb from one can do immense damage. Remember when Sesshōmaru had attached one to himself in an attempt to break tetsusaiga? Imagine that destructive power, and change it to defensive power.”
I blinked, effectively distracted now. “He did what? I’m sorry, he tried to break tetsusaiga?”
How many arms has this man gone through? First a mortal arm, then a dragon? What next, an ogre?
“It was the first time I met him.” She explained. “He almost succeeded in killing Inuyasha that time, until Inuyasha managed to discover the Wind Scar. If not for that…” Sango shook her head. “Dragons aren’t exactly comparable to regular demons. It would take the claws and fangs of a great and powerful demon to be able to tear through their hide, nonetheless this fabric.”
Huh? It was that strong?
I knew it was good armor since that centipede didn’t rip my arm off, but…
Did Sesshōmaru give me something that was actually insanely rare? Are my kimonos that special? I knew they were, but to think they were even more powerful than what I already believed was… definitely surprising. I can’t believe he would give me something so powerful. He said they were merely light armor, but… from the sounds of it they were far more than that.
“I remember that!” Shippō exclaimed. “Wasn’t that when we met Totosai?”
“Yes, I believe so.” Miroku confired.
Totosai… I recognized that name. I still have no idea what the guy looks like, but I do know he made the tetsusaiga and tenseiga. Will I ever get to meet him?
Probably not.
“To be given such a gift…” Sango trailed off mid-sentence, faltering in her words as a new thought came to her. She shook her head, tucking the shiromuku inside my furoshiki, but instead of tying the purple cloth back up she instead reached for her own furoshiki that was hanging around her shoulders. “I… actually have something I want to give you, Irene.”
Maria’s arms still wrapped loosely around me, we watched curiously as Sango pulled out… “My mask!”
Sango smiled at my excitement, although there was a heavy sadness in her eyes. “Yes. We found it in the forest outside Naraku’s castle… stuck in a pool of blood. We didn’t know if you were…” She couldn’t finish that statement. “But I wanted to believe in you, so I took it with me and cleaned it up. I also prepared these.”
Setting the mask atop my kimonos, she pulled out a pair of tekkou and kyahan- armor guards for my arms and protective padding for my legs.
“You have a habit of getting wounded whenever we get separated, so I thought these could protect you, if only a little bit.”
Tears welled up in my eyes again at that, and I choked on the lump that lodged itself in my throat. Sango had no idea if I had been alive or dead, but she still went out of her way for me. “Th-Thank you…”
Maria gave me a sharp look from the side. “She’s going to need it. Especially since she keeps trying to be getting herself killed.”
Ah, yup, there’s the anger again. I’m lucky she isn’t lecturing me or shaking me like a bobble head right now.
Sango let out a small laugh, before smiling and wrapping everything up, tying the purple fabric so nothing would fall out. The demon slayer held the furoshiki out to me, and I took it with misty eyes, hugging it close as she wrapped her own back around her shoulders. “Thank you, Irene.” She murmured. “Thank you for coming back to life. And…”
Sango turned her head, looking at the demon lord standing far away from us- staring down his younger brother who seemed ready to lunge at him the second he moved. A contemplative look crossed her face. Closing her eyes, Sango took a deep breath and stood, turning to face Sesshōmaru as he watched us with a cool gaze, waiting to see what we would do.
“Thank you, Sesshōmaru!” The demon slayer called out, curling a hand close to her chest. She stepped forward, her eyes full of gratitude. “I don’t know what… convinced you to do it, but… thank you for reviving Irene.”
“...Your thanks is unnecessary.” Was his cold response, Sesshōmaru glancing at her from the corner of his eyes. “I didn’t do it for you.”
Sango was undeterred. “Maybe so, but Irene is… very important to me. So… I want to thank you regardless.”
“Yes.” Miroku piped in, giving the demon lord a strange look. “She’s a very dear friend to us all. We have been deeply worried about her ever since our parting. I don’t know what possessed you to perform such an immense act of kindness, but… you have our deepest gratitude for it.”
Maria nodded grimly, hugging me tighter. She seemed reluctant to thank him after how I tried to offer my life up to him as sacrifice to calm him down. “Thank you…”
He remained silent, narrowing his eyes at them for a moment only to soon focus his attention on me. I stiffened, fear striking me once more. I remembered nearly everything now, and that included all of Inuyasha’s taunting. It would take a miracle for him to not hate me now.
Especially after what I did…
I’m amazed Sesshōmaru didn’t stab me through with his claws when I got so close. My heart was running a marathon in my chest as he looked at me with that piercing stare of his, my brain struggling to figure out what he was thinking from his expression alone.
Is this it? Are we ending this weird whatever-it-was we are? Has he finally grown tired of my existence?
“Oi, Sesshōmaru!” Inuyasha spoke up before his brother could say anything. His wounds were still bleeding heavily as he glared at the silver-haired demon, pointing his sword at him once more. “Why don’t you hurry up and leave!? We don’t want you here any more than you do! You shouldn’t have even stepped into a human town in the first place!”
Oh gods. “W-Wait! Hold on! I-Inuyasha-!”
I hurriedly pulled away from Maria’s grasp, tossing the furoshiki over my head and around my shoulders. Kagome was quick to move as well, already running to the half-demon with panic in her eyes and her first-aid kit in hand. “Don’t do it, Inuyasha! Stop antagonizing him!”
“Keh!” Inuyasha just scoffed, but didn’t push the girl away when she grabbed onto his arm, simultaneously helping him stand and keeping him from charging at Sesshōmaru. “He’s the one who started it.”
“And I’m finishing it! Stop it! You’re bleeding all over! Why did you push yourself so far? You know Sesshōmaru doesn’t hold back!”
But… he was holding back?
As I got up and limped over to them, the rest of the party including Kirara following, I couldn’t help but give Kagome a strange look. She didn’t notice. Saun made his way around the two brothers, circling them to make his way back over to his chosen human.
Inuyasha grimaced and begrudgingly slid his sword back into its sheath, undoing its transformation. “Doesn’t matter. He shouldn’t be here. We have Irene back, anyways, so he can just go.”
“But we need to-”
“Enough.” Sesshōmaru’s voice cut through all others, and everyone paused, turning to look up at him. He had turned away from us all, back facing us, gaze focused on the basket of food sitting next to the massive melted hole in the wall. “Either say your goodbyes or leave. I tire of this chatter.”
Wait, what did he just say?
Say our… goodbyes?
What does that mean? Does it…
Does it mean what I think it does?
A hope began to blossom in my chest. Staring up at the demon lord, my brown eyes lit up, and I was just about to step forward and ask if I could keep traveling with him when Miroku began to sputter. I snapped my head around in alarm, wincing only slightly as my skull began to throb again. “Wha- you must be joking! You saved Irene; we’re merely trying to express our gratitude! You’re just going to walk off?”
“Are you really that surprised?” Shippō asked, poking his head up from behind Maria’s shoulder. “Why are you trying to stop him? Just let him go! He’ll just start swinging his sword around trying to kill everyone if we stop him!”
He squeaked when Sesshōmaru glared his way.
The fox child quickly ducked back down. “Gah! He’s angry! Let’s just take Irene and go!”
“Wait, what?” I was greatly alarmed. “But I-”
“That’s probably the best course of action.” Miroku sighed. “Just when I thought we could have a civil discussion with Sesshōmaru for once… I should’ve known better. Once cold-hearted, always cold-hearted…”
Are they… not giving me a choice? “I-I want to-”
Sango startled me when she wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close as she stood next to me. I stared up at her with wide eyes as she beamed down at me. “Well, you heard them! Why don’t we go get you on Kirara? She’s missed you a lot, you know. There’s so much we need to catch up on! I want to hear everything that’s happened since we split up.”
“I-” I was so stunned, it took a second for me to find my voice. “But I… But I made a-”
“Get some rest.” Maria rested her hand atop my head and ruffled my hair. Disbelief flickered in my gaze when I saw her standing there smiling at me, her red nails scratching lightly against my scalp in a fashion that, while normally comforting, left me uneasy due the current course of the conversation. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to bandaged forehead. “We’ll talk later. About everything… and about what you tried to do.”
Maria gave me a look at that, pointing a finger at me fiercely. She was definitely talking about me trying to get Sesshōmaru to hurt me with his claws.
That wasn’t really the problem right now, though.
I can’t just leave with them. I adored them and I missed them every day, but I needed to stay with Sesshōmaru. I made a promise to Rin to come back to her. I have to look after her. Sesshōmaru is keeping her alive, which is really half the struggle of being a parent or guardian, but she’s not eating properly. I have to teach him how to properly care for a human child before Anastasia is defeated. “I-I have to-”
“It’s gonna be okay, Irene!” Shippō promised, grinning at me with bright green eyes. I yelped when he jumped in my arms, barely catching him in time to hold him up to my chest. I stared down at him with big eyes, the fox child’s little hands grabbing at my face in a hug. “We’re together again!”
I can’t… speak.
“Tch.” Inuyasha clicked his tongue, walking over and stepping between us and his brother, tossing out a bloody arm. “Just hurry and get out of here, Sesshōmaru!”
“Inuyasha…” Kagome frowned, puffing out her cheeks. She stomped a foot against the ground. “Stop picking a fight with him! You’re badly wounded!”
“This is nothin’ compared to what he’s done in the past! I’m fine!”
“Ugh, you’re always so stubborn!” She marched her away over to the rest of us, her angry look fading away to one of concern. Kagome reached out to brush my bangs out of my face, knitting her brows together. “How are you feeling, Irene? Your head probably still hurts, right…?” She cupped my face, observing my features for a moment. “Your pupils aren’t dilated… hm. I know! Are you hungry? I have some snacks in my bag you can eat.”
Worry. Relief. Joy.
That’s what they were all feeling, and it’s some of what I was feeling, too, but…
I also felt a dread.
This isn’t what I wanted.
Why are they doing this? Why are they acting like this? Why aren’t they giving me a choice? They aren’t letting me speak. I can’t get a single word out before I’m interrupted or talked over. I know it was because they didn’t want me to stress myself out or worsen my concussion, but it hurts. They were making plans without my opinion or consent.
Which… never really bothered me before, since I normally went along with everything they decided, but now… it was unsettling.
Even Sesshōmaru looked like he was going to just walk off.
I… promised Rin I’d return to her. I bought the food specifically for her. I can’t just abandon her. I don’t want to leave my friends behind, but I can’t break my promise to Rin. She… needs me. I have to help look after her. What if Naraku tries to target her again while Sesshōmaru is gone from camp? Jaken won’t be able to keep her safe. I may not have done the best job, but I did keep her from getting hurt. That’s more than what that jerk-faced imp can say.
But I’m not… being given a choice.
Am I not allowed a choice?
Not even in this?
I’m not even sure if I’ll be able to speak when given a chance now. They’re all so happy I’m back. I had scared them so badly and then stupidly worried them more by running off. I can’t just abandon Shippō for Rin. But… I can’t abandon Rin for my friends, either. I’ll see Maria as often as we’re able to make happen once we get back home, so I’m not too worried about separating from her since I know she’s safe with everyone, but… when we go home I won’t ever see my friends again. I won’t see them, I won’t see Rin, and I won’t see Sesshōmaru.
I want to stay with all of them, but I can’t just abandon one group for the other.
I can’t make that choice when they’re all so happy to have me back.
Can I? What choices do I even have? Are they all just illusions? Is it just my destiny to be pushed-and-pulled by those around me? What do I want? Am I really allowed to want for anything? I don’t want to hurt anyone, but there’s no chance of not doing so in this situation. Rin will be devastated if I break my promise, and everyone will be sad and hurt and betrayed if I leave them to travel with Sesshōmaru. I don’t want to make Shippō cry.
I don’t want to make Rin cry, either.
What I want… is something I can’t get. I’m not allowed to want because everything that I want is something too selfish, and I’m not allowed to speak because I’ll hurt everyone around me if I do.
I guess I got too excited…
Seeing my friends again brought a joy that left me completely blind to the consequences.
Maybe, to avoid causing any further pain, I should just go back to how I was. I was never really able to talk back when I was traveling with everyone, anyway. Too sickly to move, forced to stay quiet to preserve air, and always sleeping. As the squishy wizard, I was never allowed to have a more active role. The narrative I was in was doomed to begin with. I should never have let myself believe I could be anything more than what I already was.
I’m… such a fool.
“Such silence is unlike you, Irene.” At the sound of his voice calling my name, my heart stuttered and caught in my throat. I snapped my head up with a sharp inhale. Sesshōmaru’s golden gaze was cold, but not in the same way it was when he was speaking to my friends and his little brother. He was staring at me from over his shoulder, so I could only see part of his face, but it was enough to make my breath hitch, a sob strangling itself as it tried to make itself known. “Did you change your mind? What happened… to all the confidence you had when you faced off against that pitiful dragon? Has it all vanished now that you’re back in the loving embrace of your friends?”
The words he said were cruel, taunting even, but also…
Encouraging.
He… wasn’t going to leave me behind. Not if I wanted to go with him.
Sesshōmaru was giving me a choice. He was letting me choose. He was giving me the chance to speak up. Sesshōmaru was giving me the opportunity to be selfish.
No one else seemed to realize that though.
In fact, his words only pissed Inuyasha off. “The hell is that supposed to mean!?”
“I…” When it was me who spoke instead of Sesshōmaru, all eyes turned to me. Shippō blinked when I lifted him up and handed him to a surprised Kagome. Stepping back, confusing everyone further, I shifted my feet as I moved to stand beside the silver-haired demon lord. I gripped the lower half of my kakeshita, biting down hard on my bottom lip and timidly lowering my head, unable to meet anyone’s gaze. “I-I made a promise.”
“What?” Inuyasha was confused. “Promise? To who!? What for?”
Sango sounded alarmed. “Irene…? Why are you… backing away towards Sesshōmaru?”
I bit down harder, tears starting to sting my eyes again. Though I couldn’t see their faces, I could feel them all staring at me. “I-I promised Rin… that I’d come back to her. I… have to deliver the food to her. S-So…”
While terrified of their reactions, of if they were going to perceive this as some kind of betrayal, I made myself swallow down the fear, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried to gather up what little courage I had left in me. Once I found it, I took a deep breath and lifted my head, clutching my robes tight as I faced all the friends I made since I began staying in the feudal era.
My vision was blurred from tears and my lips were trembling, but my gaze was determined. “I-I want… to keep traveling with Sesshōmaru!”
The resounding chorus that erupted from my friends and sister due to pure shock was honestly something that I’d never forget.
Notes:
57 pages... 57 PAGES.
I'm spoiling, ya'll. XD
Anyways. SO MUCH IS HAPPENING IN THIS CHAPTER, ALSKJFLKDJLFJDLJFDKLJ. Sess is in such strong denial. The slow burn be burning, lol. Inuyasha wants answers but Sesshomaru isn't giving any, Irene is giving all the WRONG answers, and the gang is just so confused and greatly alarmed by everything that's being explained to them. Diana, though... hehe. REVENGE. This chapter was not supposed to be so long, the castle bit was not so supposed take so lone, but that just means more time for Sess and Irene in the next chapter! Wooo~!
...I fought so hard with Sesshomaru's lines this chapter. T_T But man's is cranky because of his bad mood, so! Here you go.
Thank you so much for all the comments last chapter! :3 I love hearing what you think! 💕💕💕 Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are!
Chapter 46: When Lonely Hearts Break
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Chapter Text
I felt absolutely awful.
There was no doubt I was hurting everybody with my words. Their matching expressions of shock and alarm only solidified that gut feeling, and I swallowed thickly, gripping the fabric of my kakeshita tighter as I anxiously awaited judgment. I saw some uncertain, hesitant glances between Kagome, Miroku, and Sango, unsure if it was really okay to just let me go, wondering if they should try and protest, while Shippō’s eyes welled up with tears. Maria was simply stunned, translating and re-translating everything I had said to make sure she had heard me right, before glancing around the room and, upon seeing everyone’s faces, realizing that she had.
As for Inuyasha…
Well, as expectant as I was to be lashed out at, nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.
“You gotta be joking.” Inuyasha’s voice bitter and disbelieving and harsh. When he lifted his head to meet my stare his amber eyes began to burn, his expression twisted in a furious glare. The gashes on his face had stopped bleeding, but his cheeks were still covered in blood. And, as he began to shout, the wounds began to reopen, and I couldn’t help but finch back at the loud aggression. If I had turned to look, I would’ve seen Sesshōmaru glance down at me from the corner of his eyes, his brows furrowing ever-so-slightly. “I can’t believe you! Are you seriously leaving us for that- that bastard!? You’re choosing Sesshōmaru over us!?”
This is… close to what I had been expecting, yet far worse. “I-I’m not choosing him, I just-”
“Shut up!” He snapped sharply, stepping forward and glowering down at me. His claws dug into his palms as he balled his hands into fists. They were shaking. “You… You…”
Inuyasha didn’t say it aloud, but I could tell just from the way he grit his teeth what he wanted to call me. Everyone here knew. How could they not? He was a fifteen-year-old boy with trust issues and a lot of bad blood towards the demonic-side of his family. Telling him I wanted to travel with his older brother, one of the people who hurt him, was essentially a betrayal of the highest order. He trusted me, worried and cared for me, came all this way looking for me, and I… just told him I didn’t want to travel with him anymore.
I said I wanted to travel with his older brother instead.
I was, without a doubt, in his mind and my own, a…
“Traitor.”
Maybe it might hurt less if he actually said it. Maybe this wouldn’t be as painful.
Unfortunately, he remained quiet, and it was a suffocating silence as I waited anxiously for him to continue. I wanted to speak up, to defend myself, to assure him that I wasn’t betraying him and that I simply wanted to help look after the small child that Sesshōmaru had taken in, but my voice had trapped itself again. All I could do was tense up, bracing myself for the worst. Even though we’ve fought before in the past… it had been nothing quite like this.
It hadn’t been as painful or damning as this.
“You’re a complete idiot, Irene!” There was no stopping Inuyasha as he pointed and roared at me, insulting me and mocking me, the boy taking out his anger in one of the worst ways possible towards someone as sensitive as I was. “You fell for his pretty face, didn’t you!?”
My breath hitched in my throat as the half-demon raged at me. I went completely still, eyes wide and stinging with disbelieving tears, my bottom lip trembling even as I tried to keep my expression still. His accusation left me stunned. “...Wh-What?”
“You heard me!” Inuyasha scoffed, snapping his arm back and folding his arms over his chest. “I should’ve known. You’ve been goin’ on and on about Sesshōmaru ever since he saved you that first time from all the undead samurai! Pah!” He glared up at his older brother, who just stared down at him with cold and narrowed eyes. “Way to go, Sesshōmaru! You actually managed to dupe Irene into believing you’re a good person!”
Clicking his tongue, Inuyasha turned back towards me, making a face and leaning over to flick his right temple.
“Haven’t you realized it yet!? He’s just taking advantage of you because of your powers! He doesn’t actually care about you! I can’t believe you’re this stupid!”
Does… he really think that badly of me?
“Inuyasha!” Sango exclaimed, giving the boy a stern look. “That’s enough!”
“Shut up!”
“Oi!” Maria started to look more pissed at Inuyasha than she had been at me for trying to get myself killed. The freckled woman looked like she was restraining herself from punching him. Kagome had to grab onto her left arm to keep her from charging at the boy. Maria held up a fist, glaring vehemently at him. “Do not insult my sister!”
“Your sister is a total fool!” Inuyasha hissed. “And someone has to talk her out of this stupid decision! She’s just gonna get herself killed again if she follows Sesshōmaru around! He’ll kill her as soon as he no longer has a use for her!”
Even Miroku and Shippō were flabbergasted by the boy’s behavior. “Inuyasha-”
“Why would you say that!?” The fox child cried.
“Sesshōmaru revived Irene, remember? He wouldn’t just kill her after using tenseiga on her! He despises the sword so much, there’s no way he’d use it just to-”
Inuyasha whirled around, snapping at them with a loud bark. “You guys don’t know anything! He knows she can break barriers; I bet he’s keeping her around so he can have her use that ability whenever he wants! Unlike Irene, Sesshōmaru can’t break through barriers! He’d be a sitting dog the next time Naraku showed up!”
No. He’s wrong. “S-Sesshōmaru… doesn’t need my-
“Inuyasha.” Sesshōmaru’s voice cut me off, and I flinched, but not for the same reason I flinched when Inuyasha began yelling at me. It was because I could sense another fight about to break out. I watched as Inuyasha paused and turned back around to look at us, his dark brows furrowed and a scowl heavy on his lips. “Take your pathetic insecurities elsewhere, lest I need remind you of your station.”
The half-demon began to tense up, more than ready to start clawing his older brother again despite his terrible injuries. “Shut up! I know you brainwashed her, Sesshōmaru!”
“I have no need for such tactics.” The demon lord stated coldly, lifting his chin and staring down at his brother with narrowed eyes.
Oh, gods, Sesshōmaru is seconds away from punching Inuyasha again, I can feel it. I need to stop them.
Gripping my kimono tighter, I forced myself to step forward and move in front of Sesshōmaru, desperately trying to keep either of them from lunging and attacking one another. Inuyasha wouldn't be able to withstand anymore blows from tōkijin or his claws, and Sesshōmaru might go all out if his brother doesn’t stop antagonizing him. I had just barely calmed Sesshōmaru down, too.
I can’t have him act up again. Not while I’m like this.
“C-Cut it out!” Tears in my eyes, I made myself lift an arm up to defend the demon behind me. I must have looked quite pathetic, choking on my own words as I tried not to cry. “Sesshōmaru didn’t-“ Gods. “He didn’t brainwash me! He doesn’t need me.”
Although I couldn’t see him, I could feel the demon lord’s eyes on me from behind. It was extremely stressful. I knew he was fed up with standing still and listening to me talk to everyone, but now this was happening. It was just one thing after another, and if I didn’t fix things soon he was going to snap.
Sesshōmaru’s tolerance for my antics only goes so far, after all, and his patience was wearing thin.
“He’s never needed me, okay? A-And… he never will.” The man doesn’t even really like having me around. “He just… lets me stay for Rin. Th-That’s why I went shopping, remember!? I… need to get the food to her… a-and make sure she’s eating properly. She’s just barely older than Shippō, and I-”
Inuyasha wasn’t listening to anything I was saying. “Yeah, right!” He spat. “You’re just an idiot who fell for the first pretty face you saw! That kid has nothing to do with it!”
“Rin has everything to do with-“
“Shut up!”
My mouth clamped shut instinctively, and I found myself recoiling back with teary eyes. “I… I was just… I just want to…”
“This is because of what happened at Naraku’s castle, isn’t it!?”
Naraku’s… castle?
“What, you think he can protect you better than we can!?” Inuyasha’s glare was fierce as he snapped his arm out to point at Sesshōmaru, droplets of red spilling from his wrist and forearms. My gaze immediately locked onto his injuries. Some had stopped bleeding, others still were. All the movement was beginning to open his wounds up again. “All because he showed up in time to whisk you away!? Because he “saved” you a couple times!? As if! He’ll leave you to the demons the second he’s finished repaying that bullshit “debt” he keeps goin’ on about! He only saved you before because it was a convenient way to reach the enemy!”
I know.
I already know that.
He doesn’t have to tell me that. Still… it hurts to be reminded. I know I don’t mean anything to Sesshōmaru. I know I’m just an existence that’s convenient to have around to help him with his adopted daughter. I wish I could be at least something to him, but it’s not going to happen.
Sesshōmaru and I are just… two stars orbiting one another. No real connection, only a single shared purpose that keeps us within each other’s vicinity.
Rin.
And one day… I’m going to fall, like a meteorite crashing towards the earth. I won’t be around anymore to look after her. Sesshōmaru will no longer have to bother with my existence.
He knows that.
There’s no need for Inuyasha to remind either of us of the pointlessness that is my existence to Sesshōmaru.
Lowering my head, I squeezed my eyes shut and inhaled shakily, feeling the tears stream hot down my cheeks. I needed to stay calm. My head is throbbing and my heart feels like it’s being torn out of my chest, but I have to remain calm. “I know.”
That startled Inuyasha, and I could feel the eyes boring into the back of my skull grow sharper in their intensity.
“I know… why he saved me.” I slowly lifted my gaze up to meet Inuyasha’s own, the half-demon stiffening and looking even more defensive than he was a moment ago. My voice held a resigned tiredness to it that wasn’t there before. “I know he doesn’t care. I know… I don’t matter. I’m just… a convenient existence to have around.”
For years, all throughout my school life, all I have ever been was convenient. As soon as I graduated and my illness worsened, my existence lost its convenience and all my so-called friends abandoned me. I know once I lose my convenience here and have taught Rin everything she knows on how to take care of herself as a human, I won’t be needed around anymore.
Sesshōmaru won’t bother saving me anymore.
But I’d like to hope that… even just a little… he might like having me around. He came to save me from Ryūno, after all, when he didn’t have to. That had to mean something… right?
“I-I won’t lie and say I don’t find him pretty, but, like… th-that's not why I-“
“So you admit it!” Inuyasha exclaimed, jumping back and pointing at me, the pain in his face quickly shifting to anger once more.
I was baffled by his exclamation. “Admit what!? I was just trying to say that-”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever!” Inuyasha clicked his tongue at me and turned away, crossing his arms over his chest. My words were going in one doggie ear and out the other. “You know what, fine! Go with him! Get yourself killed again! I was stupid to worry about you in the first place. It’s not like we actually need you here!”
My heart plummeted into the depths of my stomach. A heavy cold washed over, and when I tried to speak again no more words would come out. I could only stare, utterly heartbroken, as he turned his back to me completely.
“You won’t see me crying over your corpse…”
As the room became draped in a heavy silence, Inuyasha’s bloodied shoulders tensed, his ears twitching and drawing back ever-so-slightly, as if aware he had gone too far. Unfortunately, despite that awareness, he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. Something had taken root in him, something so deep and personal and painful it seemed to scratch and claw at his very soul. My leaving with his brother was a trigger, and he couldn’t stop himself from lashing out to protect his heart.
He had to protect his heart by damaging my own.
Inuyasha’s words were as sharp as they were brutal. If he had been intending on severing our friendship completely, he had all but succeeded. I found myself utterly devastated by his comment, and the arm I held to stop Sesshōmaru from approaching him fell to my side, defeat and despair crashing down on me like a tidal wave. “You… You don’t… mean that…”
“Hmph!” He just scoffed at me, not even respecting me enough to at least look at me while he spoke. “And what would you know? You don’t even belong here, Irene! You’re just a-“
“Inuyasha!” Kagome’s voice rang out, and the half-demon immediately went quiet. I watched in stunned silence as she released Maria to approach him, one of her hands curling gently around his uninjured shoulder. When she spoke again, her voice was soft, and her expression was gentle yet sad. “Please, stop this. Don’t… say anything more. Okay?”
He… hated me.
Inuyasha hated me with every fiber of his being. After having been told that he didn’t hate me for running off on him, for saying such awful things, and that he didn’t view me as useless or as a burden… me leaving with his older brother turned out to be the final straw. It was the only thing he wouldn’t tolerate. Inuyasha already couldn’t stand me defending Sesshōmaru, but now I was leaving to continue traveling with him.
He saw me as a complete traitor. An idiot.
Someone… shallow and dim-witted. Someone gullible and naïve. Someone who would fall for a pretty face and then decide to chase after that person solely for that one reason, uncaring if that person was manipulating me or abusing me.
We never had very compatible personalities to begin with, but to think Inuyasha would hate me this much-
No. Don’t assume. He didn’t actually say he hated me.
Inuyasha is just trying to hurt me. He hates his brother, so this feels like a betrayal. I know this feels like a betrayal. That’s why I was so scared anticipating everyone’s reactions to my confession. Inuyasha is trying to hurt me to lessen the hurt for himself.
And speaking of hurt, he’s still bleeding…
He’s bleeding because of me. He got wounded because of me. I can’t… just let him walk away like this. If I do, everything’s over. Our friendship, what little trust we’ve worked so hard to build; all of it will be gone forever. Even if I’ll never see him again after my sister and I go back home, I can’t let that happen. I can’t let things end on such bad terms.
I can’t lose another friend. Not like this.
“...Whatever.” Shrugging Kagome’s hand off, Inuyasha moved to storm off.
If I didn’t try to stop him now, things were never going to be the same. We would carry this misery in our hearts for the rest of our lives, separated by pain and by time with no chance to ever talk things out. It would just be another painful reminder, a regret, and would deepen the loneliness that already haunted us both.
No.
Stop him.
I need to stop him.
He’s bleeding all over because of me.
I need to heal him.
There were various shouts of shock and alarm when I began to move forward, blue flames flickering to life and dancing along my hands. Not really thinking, mind in a daze, I lunged for the half-demon, my skull throbbing as I made to grab his sleeves. “I-Inuyasha, wait-!”
The resounding smack that echoed in the room as he hit my hands away was a deafening one.
I was sent stumbling back, nearly falling to the ground if Sango didn’t rush forward to catch me by the arm, and she carefully held me to her as I stared up at the half-demon before us with teary eyes. Inuyasha was looking at me with drawn back ears, his face twisted in something that resembled… fear.
“Don’t!” Stepping back, Inuyasha’s lips curled. “Don’t touch me! I don’t need your dumb healing! Just hurry up and go!”
He wasted no time in taking off running after that declaration, practically leaping out of the room through the ruined entrance. Kagome called out after him, greatly concerned for his well being and state of mind, and she was about to chase after him, but Miroku held out his staff to stop her.
He shook his head. “Let’s… give him some time to himself, shall we?”
“But…” She was worried. “Inuyasha is-“
“Inuyasha… needs some time to himself right now. It’s best to just let him be.”
“Miroku’s right.” Sango said, giving my arm a gentle squeeze. I didn’t respond, simply staring in the direction Inuyasha had left, heartbroken and utterly lost as to how to fix this. “Let’s just… give him time to cool off.”
Inuyasha really did hate me now.
I don’t… think I can fix this.
“Yeah, okay.” Kagome reluctantly agreed, nodding her head. Slowly turning to look at me, she flashed me a weak smile. “Don’t worry too much, okay, Irene? I’ll talk to Inuyasha about everything later.”
She says that, and yet… I don’t think it’ll change anything. The ties had been severed, the friendship cut off. He won’t listen to anything anyone says about this situation.
“It’ll be okay.” Kagome promised.
I just stared at her, then lowered my head. The heat on my face was something I was almost certain was a fever, but I didn’t have the strength to pay it any mind. My dizzy brain was running circles trying to figure out how to patch things up with Inuyasha, but I kept running into dead ends and blanks.
He wasn’t going to listen to whatever I tried to say. He already ignored everything I tried to tell him during the argument. Approaching him will just piss him off more.
Inuyasha wasn’t… ever going to give me a chance to explain things to him.
“Irene, hey…” Kagome reached out, cupping my face gently and snapping me out of my thoughts. Looking up with wide eyes and a slight gasp, I saw her pretty coffee brown gaze shimmering with concern. “I’ll talk to Inuyasha. You know he listens to me. But… will you really be okay with Sesshōmaru?”
“…Huh?”
“Traveling with him.” She reiterated. “I don’t doubt it’ll be safer for you, but…” It was obvious her worries were less about me separating from the group and more about who I was leaving with. Pulling away, Kagome brought her hands up to her own face, sighing. Shippō shifted from his spot on her shoulder, looking at me with teary eyes and then back at Kagome when the girl continued to speak. “Well… I trust you, Irene. Just promise to take care of yourself, okay?”
It took me a second to process her words. Going from shock to pure dumbfoundment, I stared at her, baffled by her sheer acceptance of my decision. “O…Okay?”
“It is a shame we won’t get to spend the rest of this time with you, but…” Miroku frowned and let out a sigh of his own. “It’s probably better this way.”
“Irene!” My sister’s voice called out, and I tensed, inhaling sharply as I looked up to meet her intense hazel green gaze. Maria was frowning deeply, stepping forward to stand in front of me and beside Sango, Shippō, and Kagome. I could feel my heart thumping nervously, terrified for what she might say, especially since her expression was so contemplative now. I had been expecting anger, disbelief, confusion. Not… this. “This is… important to you, yes?”
“...Y-Yeah.” I answered breathlessly, wondering why they were all taking this so in stride when Inuyasha very much did not.
Maria hummed, narrowed her eyes, then glanced up at Sesshōmaru. He met her stare just as coldly, staring her down and silently demanding she hurry up with the goodbyes. His patience was wearing thinner by the second. My sister looked back at me. “He gave you ideas, didn’t he?”
“Huh?” It took a second to register that she had spoken in English, and a second more to try and figure out what she was talking about.
“The pretty demon man.” A grin curled up on her lips, and I felt my face burning red, understanding dawning on me far too late. “He’s given you ideas. Clair and I are gonna have to send you to a convent after all.”
Oh my gods. “N-No! No, no, no! I-It’s- It’s not- I swear-“
In my fluster, I began to sputter, waving a hand in the air, but Maria just laughed and stepped forward, cupping my face and pressing a firm kiss to my forehead.
“Mmmmwah~! Oh, my sweet little bean…” She wrapped her arms around my head, pulling me to rest against her shoulder and chest, her long arms cradling me close. My eyes began to sting again, feeling her nails run comfortingly through my hair once more. “My adorable sunshine child. I should’ve seen this coming when I first heard about him! How could you keep this from me!? You’re crushing on a fucking demon!”
I know no one except Kagome probably understood what my sister was saying, but it was still extremely embarrassing considering the man in question was right next to me. “D-Don’t- Don’t say it like that.”
“Of fucking course it’s the “evil big brother” guy, too.” She sighed dramatically. “You have a type. Villains always were your favorite. The silver hair should’ve been a dead giveaway…”
“M-Maria!”
My sister gave me a firm squeeze and one more forehead kiss before pulling away, cupping my face once more. Her hazel green eyes were sparkling. “Fuck it. He’s kept you safe, he brought you back to life- insane as that sounds, and… even fucking weirder to say. He also… literally objected to your wedding? And carried you away? Like some kind of fucking prince?” Well, when she puts it like that, I guess that’s kind of what happened. “He even cut off your harasser’s arm, like-” Maria pulled back, stepped back, and brought her hands up to her face, then pointed her fingers at me. “Sweetie, love, tiny child of mine; if you want to smooch that demon, smooch that fucking demon. I’ll take care of Anastasia.”
Is it just me, or is it getting hotter in here? Jeez. My face is burning so red it’s making me feel a little faint. “I- uh, I-I don’t…” I bit my lip, held a finger up to it, then decided otherwise. “I make no promises.”
Maria just grabbed my face, leaned in close, and whispered with wide eyes, “Smooch. The. Demon. You can do it! I believe in you, o’ tiny one.”
“...Thanks?”
I guess I should just be glad “smooch” was the word she used. She could have encouraged me to do something a whole lot more intense. Maria did know me extremely well, though, so maybe I shouldn’t be too surprised. She wouldn’t have said something that would’ve made me genuinely uncomfortable. I may have liked the surprise kiss from Tōran, but that didn’t mean I liked the idea of other things.
There were different types of asexuality, and I don’t think I’m entirely off that spectrum. I was starting to think rather than pure ace, I was more along the lines of demisexual or gray-sexual. I did find Tōran attractive, so that was probably why I liked the kiss, but I didn’t exactly want to do anything with her.
As for Sesshōmaru…
I can’t even imagine him doing anything.
I was just content staying by his side. Seeing him smirk at a jab I make towards Jaken or even hearing him make a witty comment towards something I say was enough to excite me. I don’t really have the desire to do anything, but…
If he wanted to, I don’t think I’d refuse.
Especially considering what I had been thinking during the Ryūno ordeal.
Oh, gods… I’m in trouble.
I really am smitten, aren’t I? Damn it.
He would never, brain, so get out of the gutter!
All these accusations were clearly taking their toll on me.
My face was burning such a hot red as Maria patted my face with an affectionate and greatly amused grin. “I’ll tell Inuyasha about your crush on his brother after Kagome gets him to calm down, so don’t worry. Just focus on woo’ing your man.”
I wisely decided not to respond to that. I’m not even sure why she was trying to encourage it, seeing as we would be leaving this era soon and she just saw him beat Inuyasha within an inch of his life, but it was kind of nice to have her blessing. It made me feel a little less guilty about harboring these feelings.
There was no point in acting on them though.
When Maria pulled away, signaling the end of her speech, Sango spoke up. She was still holding my arm, and I felt her stare searching my face and observing my injuries. “Anastasia… didn’t come after you while you were with Sesshōmaru, right? They only attacked after you left his side?”
Wait, is she okay with this too? “They… waited until I split off from him, yeah.”
“Then…” Sango hesitated, reluctance clear in her eyes. She squeezed my arm. “If it means your safety… I have no problems with it.”
They were… really going to let me go with Sesshōmaru?
I thought there’d be arguing and a lot of protests, that Sango would try and convince me to stay with them, that Miroku would argue I was making an unwise decision, and that Kagome would try and talk me out of it by telling me what a dangerous person Sesshōmaru was. I thought… they would try to remind me what a cold-hearted demon he is, and would list all the horrible things he’s done as examples.
I thought they would be mad at me.
Like… Inuyasha was.
But they’re not. I wasn’t expecting them to be so understanding.
All I could do was stare at Sango, mouth slightly parted in my shock, before turning to stare at the softly smiling Kagome, the encouraging Miroku, and the grinning Maria. The only one who looked sad was Shippō. “Irene…” The fox child sniffled, staring up at me with big teary eyes from his place on Kagome’s shoulder. “Are you really going to leave us for Sesshōmaru?”
At his question, I felt my heart twist. Swallowing down the lump in my throat, I had to search real hard to find my voice, which had buried itself somewhere inside me. “I… I just want- I mean…” Swallowing thickly, I gripped my sleeves. “You guys… don’t really need me.”
Kagome’s eyes went wide. “Inuyasha didn’t mean that-”
“It’s fine.” I flashed a weak smile, ignoring the ache in my heart and the cold hollow that was trying to take its place. Despite their protests and insistence that he only said that out of pain, the half-demon had a point. “I never really helped that much to begin with. I only ever… got in trouble and ended up hurt. But, um…”
My brain blanked for a moment,
“What was I saying?” One second passed, then two. “Oh! Uh, Rin! Rin… doesn’t really have anyone to look after her except for me and Sesshōmaru, so… I-I wanna make sure she knows how to take care of herself properly, as a human kiddo, before… everything ends.”
They all knew what I meant by that.
“I-I’m sorry.” My smile faltered a little, but through sheer force of will I managed to keep it on my face. I beamed at them through tears. “I just… really wanna look after her.”
I’m not sure how and I’m not sure why, but that sweet little girl had wormed her way into my heart the very moment we met. I wanted to keep her safe and ensure she would live on even while I was gone. To do that, I need to teach her how to look after herself- and to not rely on the forest’s bounty for all of her meals. I need to make sure Jaken and Sesshōmaru would go out of their way for her. I’m sure demons raise their children differently, but Rin was human.
She needed to be raised as a human. At least in the sense of hygiene and the meals she ate.
“Irene…” Shippō looked like he was going to burst into another fit of tears, but was doing everything he could to hold the waterworks back. His voice cracked as he choked out, “O-Okay. If… If you’re sure…”
“I am.” I told him, voice cracking. “Promise.”
From the back of the group, Miroku hummed thoughtfully. “Well, if we’re splitting up…”
The monk stepped forward, frowning as he reached into his robe. He pulled out a large pile of talismans, all of which were tied together by a red string. It took my aching brain a moment to realize they were the talismans that Kakuju gave him.
“Then there’s no point in me keeping these. Here, you take them, Irene.” Stunned, I hesitantly reached out to grab them, staring down at the Shikigami papers with wide eyes. “With how quickly your connection to the spirits’ has been growing, I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to use them without the need of my spiritual power. I have no doubt you’ve grown even more proficient with your spirits in our absence.”
He wasn’t wrong, but…
I stared down at the talismans for a long moment. Something gnawed at me. “Y-You don’t… mind?”
“Hm?” He blinked and tilted his head, smiling curiously at me.
I looked up at him with teary eyes, Sango giving my arm another squeeze. Kagome and Shippō looked upset by how upset I was, while Maria frowned slightly. “N-None of you… are mad at me for leaving?”
Miroku wasn’t at all surprised by my question. In fact, he looked as if he had expected it, sad however it seemed to make him, and I watched with furrowed brows as his features turned soft. The monk slid his hands into his sleeves- most likely to stop himself from trying anything perverted so he wouldn’t lose his hand like Lord Akamatsu- and let out a small chuckle. “Oh, sweet, sweet Irene… you truly are a darling little thing.”
I could feel my fear come to a halt immediately at his comment, and my face scrunched up in disgust. “Hah?”
“Always the worrier, you are. I can assure you; none of us, except Inuyasha, are mad at you.” Miroku lifted his chin with a deep breath and then lowered his head dramatically as he let out an exaggerated sigh. “But even Inuyasha will get over it. I’m certain it isn’t really you that he’s mad at- more as it’s just… anger towards his big brother for “taking” you from us.”
The monk flashed me an encouraging smile, standing a bit taller now.
“Inuyasha just needs to clear his head and have some good sense talked into that thick skull of his. Of course, I have no intention of stopping you from following after Sesshōmaru, Irene. I, too, understand the need to follow after a pretty face. Admittedly, I am a little concerned that this “pretty face” in your case is Sesshōmaru’s… but the heart wants what it wants, and who I am to stop you from finally chasing your desires?”
He grinned stupidly wide then, bringing a hand up to his face jokingly.
“Our adorable Irene has finally found love! I did suspect it before, but to think you actually have feelings for-”
It was getting genuinely difficult to tell if the burning in my face was due to the embarrassment or an actual fever. Remembering the demon lord himself was standing behind me due to the spike of demonic aura, alarm flooded through me like a rush of adrenaline. “C-Can you not-”
“I warned you once, monk.” Sesshōmaru growled, golden eyes flashing blue in his glare, his sclera threatening to bleed red. “I will not warn you again.”
Miroku immediately yelped and stumbled back, holding his hands up defensively. “A-A jest! A jest! I was merely trying to lighten the mood! My goodness, a touchy one you are! We get it, you don’t care about Irene! You’re just protecting her because of some… debt! Please, calm yourself. I meant no offense!”
Sesshōmaru looked as though he were about to slice his tongue out at that exact moment, fingers twitching at his side, but Maria had already pushed the idiot monk back by jabbing his chest with her right elbow and stepping in the way. “Enough! You are making him murderous.”
“Just stop talking, Miroku.” Kagome sighed. “Otherwise we’re going to have another fight on our hands.”
“Yeah, and Inuyasha isn’t here to hold him back.” Shippō deadpanned.
Glaring at them for a second more, Sesshōmaru finally turned his attention to me. “Are you finished here?”
“Huh? O-Oh…” Right. The goodbyes.
Awkwardly fumbling to tuck the papers into my kimono, I looked up at everyone hopefully.
“Um, I… I guess… I’ll see you guys later?”
They all smiled, and I yelped when Sango pulled me into a hug, holding me to her chest and wrapping her arms around me, squeezing my shoulders and nuzzling my head. “Of course! We’re bound to run into each other again while looking for Naraku. It’s just a matter of time. S-So… no crying, okay?”
She says that, but she sounds like she’s about to cry herself.
Kagome jolted, a thought coming to her. “Oh, wait! One second, Irene!”
We all turned to watch as she hurried over to where she left her massive yellow backpack on the floor, Shippō hopping off of her shoulder and onto Maria’s. She rummaged through it for a couple minutes, and then let out an excited cheer once she found what she was looking for. Kagome double-checked everything, nodded to herself, then hurried over to where the basket of food was sitting. She carefully set the items inside the basket.
I could sense Sesshōmaru’s annoyance without him even saying anything, but there was a curiosity in his gaze when I looked at him. I decided to take that moment to properly introduce him to my sister. “Sesshōmaru!”
His head turned to focus on me, the demon lord’s golden stare expectant.
Beaming at him, I pointed at my sister. “This is Maria! She’s the big sister I mentioned. I-I haven’t actually managed to introduce you guys yet, so… Sesshōmaru, Maria! Maria…” I gestured to the man beside me. “Sesshōmaru!”
Maria snorted. “Nice to meet you.”
Sesshōmaru just hmph’d and observed her for a moment, before turning away, his attention focused once more on the middle schooler messing with the large basket. Maria raised an eyebrow at him, then sent me an inquiring look. I smiled apologetically. She let out another short laugh.
Shippō tilted his head. “What’re you doing, Kagome?”
The middle-schooler nodded to herself, hands on her hips, and she stood back up, turning around to face us. Kagome held a finger up with a knowing look on her face. “Irene has a habit of relying on her spirits too much! And… just… getting hurt. You saw how she tried to heal Inuyasha earlier! Plus, kids can be pretty reckless, too! Believe me, I know.” She does have a younger brother. “So, I’m giving Irene one of my first-aid kits! It has bandages, disinfectants, stuff for stitches, some lotions and ointments for burns, and all the works! Just in case.”
I made a face, still pressed up against Sango’s chest, my arms wrapped loosely around her waist. “This is… literally the first time I’ve gotten injured since traveling with Sesshōmaru.”
Wait, no, untrue. There was that centipede demon that sliced my hand. It wasn’t really anything worth remembering, though, save for perhaps that one moment afterwards when Sesshōmaru technically held my hand. That had been nice.
Confusing, but nice.
I still don’t understand what he finds so unpleasant about my blood, though.
“Either way,” Kagome said, “it never hurts to be prepared! Also, I tossed in a bag of jerky.” She winked at me. “You can share with that little girl!”
My heart began to swell. “K-Kagome…”
She beamed, jogging back over with her arms held out. Sango released me just for Kagome to pull me into her own hug, and I found the tears flooding me again as I buried my face in her shoulder, hands clinging to her shirt as I tried my best to strangle back the sob. I felt her pet my hair. “Just stay safe, okay? For us.”
“...M-Mmhm.” I nodded shakily. “I-I’ll try.”
“And don’t use the Shikigami for a couple days! Your body is already worn out; you need to rest!”
“O-Okay.”
“There’s cold compresses in the first-aid kit, so you can use those if the bump on your head or the cut starts swelling again. I also have some pain medicine in there. Maria labeled everything so she can read them, so you should be able to read them, too! Your sister has been a life saver for my math and English homework!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that. “S-Science and Chemistry are her strong suits.”
“Blesssss~!” Kagome squeezed me tighter. “Oh, I’m gonna miss you. I already missed you, but… ugh.” She pulled back, pointing a finger sternly at me. “You take very good care of yourself, okay? I’ll be real upset if I find out you did something reckless again! If there’s danger, hide behind Sesshōmaru! He’s strong, so he can take it!”
The demon lord glared at her for insinuating I use him as a meat shield, but he didn’t threaten her. I just choked out a very awkward, “Y-Yes, ma’am!”
Kagome proceeded to give me a long lecture on everything that was packed in the little white box. Most of it went over my head. I was starting to get really tired, and the throbbing in my skull was a constant dull pain at this point, reminding me it was there and only really worsening whenever I tried to move. When Kagome stopped listing things off, she hugged me tighter and murmured a reminder about how she was going to miss me. I let out a small hiccup, choking on the tears as I thanked her for everything she’s done for me.
It was a messy, very emotional goodbye.
“Sesshōmaru!” Kagome pulled away me from me just to give the demon lord a look, unafraid of him and just as unfazed by his glare. “You take good care of Irene for us, okay? I’m… counting on you.”
He just scoffed and turned his head, ignoring her.
My friends all glanced at each other then, eyebrows raising and confusion flitting across their faces. They noticed he didn’t say anything in retort, or argue or deny that he would look after me. It had been a very Sesshōmaru-like response, and yet… it was a very strange one. I was used to it, however, and I couldn’t help but smile a little in his direction, the corners of my eyes crinkling fondly at his indirect answer.
Everyone also noticed that, but this time wisely chose not to say anything. Instead, we simply continued the goodbyes.
When it was Maria’s turn for another hug, I almost didn’t let go, and when it was Shippō’s turn for a hug… he almost didn’t let go. Miroku grinned widely, holding his arms out expectantly, but a murderous glare from Sango and a spike in Sesshōmaru’s aura had him dropping his grin and his arms real quick. It was honestly kind of hilarious- although… the fact that Miroku losing one of his arms was a real possibility given recent events did put a bit of a damper on the hilarity of it all. Sesshōmaru seemed to calm down from the worst of his bad mood, but he was still very… sensitive… for lack of a better term.
Seriously, what put him in the bad mood to begin with? I’m not sure if I’ll ever know.
Maria and Kagome promised me once more that they’d talk to Inuyasha, seeing me glance hesitantly in the direction he left. After a moment, petting Kirara and giving Shippō and the girls one last hug each, I peppered the fox child in several affectionate kisses- earning a defiant squeal and several giggles. “W-Wait, wait!”
Holding him close to me, having taken him from Kagome so I could hug him goodbye, I hummed and smiled down at him, greatly amused. Shippō was fighting hard against his giggles and his tears, and I blinked when he reached up to grab my face. My eyes widened when he boldly decided to press a kiss to my nose and nuzzle my forehead, before pulling back with a large toothy grin.
“Ma and Pa used to do that all the time for me!” He explained, and I was instantly overwhelmed with emotion. We were both fighting tears now, and I watched as he sniffled and rubbed at his face, smiling shakily at me. “I-It’s… what we would do when they had to go somewhere without me. It’s… It’s a promise to come back. So… make sure you come back to us before you leave for your era, okay?”
“Shippō…”
He knows I can’t make that promise. Even though I so badly wanted to.
“I-I’ll try.”
Shippō sniffled again. “Okay. I’ll… I’ll miss you.”
I pressed another kiss to his forehead before nuzzling his hair, hugging him tight. I felt his little arms wrap around my neck. When I spoke, my voice was a soft murmur. “I’ll miss you, too.”
Having finished saying goodbyes, I reluctantly handed the fox child over to Miroku, who took him in his arms with a soft smile. I then limped my way over to pick up my bow and quiver, sliding them onto my shoulders, and hurried over to the basket of food.
It was… more than just a basket of food, honestly, looking at it now.
The elderly maid really did take my requests seriously. There was a large cooking pot and a small pan strapped around the basket, and sitting inside with all the fruits were various bowls and cooking utensils, and the first-aid kit and bento Kagome gave me.
Heart weighing heavy in my chest, wondering if I really will get to see my friends later and wondering if things between me and Inuyasha could truly be solved this time, if I wouldn’t just be sent home with him still hating me, I found myself hesitating. I was finally about to do what I wanted, to follow through with a desire of mine, and yet… it didn’t feel good at all.
It wasn’t even bittersweet. It was just… sad.
Despite the promises I made, I had no idea if I’d ever see anyone again… and Inuyasha despised me now. Just yesterday we had been so happy to see each other, and now… everything’s ruined.
Letting out a defeated sigh, I knelt down, slowly sliding the straps of the basket over my shoulders. That, combined with my quiver and bow, was incredibly heavily- and I would have fallen over, the pounding in my skull growing considerably stronger, if not for the sudden hand that reached out from behind me and grasped the back of basket. Letting out a loud yelp, the ground disappeared beneath me, and the next thing I knew it I was getting hit with a face full of fur.
Startled, I lifted my head, eyes wide, and turned to look at the culprit.
Sesshōmaru.
He had tossed me over his shoulder again, holding me so high up that the weight of the basket wasn’t bringing me down more as it was just crushing me. It did wonders for my throbbing head, but I did feel a little suffocated between the basket and the fur. His hand quickly moved from the basket to the back of my left thigh in order to hold me in place, but I almost jerked at the touch. I didn’t feel much earlier with the outer kimono layer on, but without the thicker shiromuku it was all too noticeable. I could feel my face burning and the dizziness growing as I became hyper-aware of it.
Whatever it was Sesshōmaru was thinking, one thing was for sure; the demon lord’s patience has finally run out. “We’re leaving.”
Thankfully, I don’t think he noticed how flustered I was.
My voice was a small squeak. “O-Okay.”
Sesshōmaru took one step, then two, and then he was rising up off the floor, flying up towards the hole in the ceiling he had created during his and his younger brother’s fight. I gripped onto the fur, looking down below at my friends and older sister as they waved us goodbye. This… may just be the last time I see any of them. I’ll see Maria back home if Anastasia is defeated, but my friends…
Sango, Miroku, Shippō… they’ll be here. In a completely different time. Even if I found a way to reunite with Kagome in my era, she’ll be so much older than me. At least by twenty years. I’ll never see any of them ever again.
And I’ll be stuck with the knowledge that Inuyasha hates me forever.
It almost made me regret choosing to leave with Sesshōmaru.
As I began to spiral into dark thoughts, my heart sinking deeper into my stomach with each passing second, a familiar shout from down below snapped me out of my thoughts. “Irene!”
“Huh?” I blinked at the sound of Sango’s urgent voice, confused, only to gasp when I realized a pear had fallen free of the basket. I hurriedly snapped my hands out to try and catch it, but it was already too far gone. The pear was plummeting towards the earth. “No-!”
Sango, on the other hand, being the extremely agile demon slayer she was, was already running to catch it, snatching it out of the air with ease before it could splatter against the ground. Sliding her feet against the ground, taking a stance, she reeled her arm back, aimed, and then tossed it back towards us with all her might. “Quickly now!”
“You can catch it!” Shippō cheered.
“Go, Irene, go!” Kagome clapped her hands above her head.
Miroku cupped a hand over the side of his mouth. “It’s heading your way!”
“Almost there!” Maria shouted. “Get ready!”
“I-I got it!” One hand gripping the fur, I remained hunched over Sesshōmaru’s shoulder, reaching out and trying to catch the pear.
It was a little embarrassing, but them cheering me on was honestly heartwarming- and it distracted me from the ache in my chest.
Unfortunately, I was so focused on catching the fruit, I didn’t even notice the hand on my thigh let go.
“Whoa! Gah- no!” I almost cried when the pear completely missed my hand, but to my surprise… another hand caught it before it could fly too far. Sesshōmaru caught it. His hand had snapped up and snatched the pear right of the air, and I felt his arm wrap around my legs as he observed the fruit, my friends and sister officially little more than specks in the distance. Pushing myself up, ignoring the wobble in my arms and the ache in my skull, I stared at Sesshōmaru, expression totally dumbfounded. “I… don’t got it. N-Nice catch?”
He turned the pear around his hand, ignoring my comment. “So much fuss over one little fruit?”
“W-Well,” I mean, “I worked really hard to get it, so…”
Sesshōmaru’s golden eyes shifted to meet my brown ones, and I found myself holding his stare, wondering what he was thinking. He knew exactly what I meant, as he himself had been witness to it. What should have been a simple shopping trip turned into several huge disasters.
Yet instead of saying, without uttering so much as a word, the demon lord merely narrowed his eyes at me before turning his head away and lifting the fruit to his mouth.
What happened next probably made me look a bit like an idiot, as I was just openly gawking at him, but I was fixated on the unfamiliar way his mouth opened wide and showcased his fangs, and the even more unfamiliar way on how he took a bite out of the fruit.
He was chewing. Humming to himself thoughtfully.
And then Sesshōmaru swallowed the bite of pear. “It’s adequate.”
“You…” Still flying through the air, he turned to look at me again. “You actually eat!?”
Oh my gods. This is… the discovery of a lifetime! I’m going to have to tell Rin. More importantly, though, I now had dozens of questions.
“Do you have any favorite fruits?” My excitement probably made itself a little too obvious, the smile on my face wide as could be. “What about pears? You’re eating one, so I’m assuming you like them.” This is so exciting. “Do you prefer your fruits whole or sliced? I can totally slice some up for you later if you want! Back home, I would always cut up apples before I ate them. Do you-”
“Irene.”
I clamped my mouth shut, cheeks burning, but despite his stern tone his face was rather difficult to read. My fingers tugged at his fur, thumbs rubbing the soft fluff nervously. “Y-Yeah?”
“Save the rest for yourself and Rin.”
Damn. I understand why he was saying it, but it was a little disappointing. “O-Okay…”
Watching him eat was extremely fascinating. It felt like I was watching something forbidden. Not even Jaken knew what this man ate when hungry, so it felt like I was being shown something special. Personal, even. Something that was so ordinary felt completely extraordinary when it came to Sesshōmaru.
Even seeing the abnormal sharpness of his teeth felt kind of delightful. “Do you… eat anything else? Or just fruits?”
“Nothing you could possibly provide.” Was his cool response as he finished off the fruit. He moved his arm just enough that he wouldn’t hurt me when he used his poison claws to melt the core away. “I don’t eat human food.”
“...You literally just ate a fruit.” I deadpanned, earning a glare from him. “That’s human food.”
Sesshōmaru blatantly refused to answer my question, ignoring my statement, and instead turned his head away to focus on his flight path. It was almost night time now, and I could only imagine how far away we were from the rest of the group. Letting out a sigh, I leaned back down against the fluff and rested my head against it, my face burning so hot it felt as though it were on fire. As time passed and it began to grow darker, I found myself becoming more tired and more dizzy.
Eyes sliding shut, I found the events of today and yesterday finally taking their toll on me. It had been a very stressful two days. All I wanted to do was sleep.
“…Are you ill?”
“Hm?” I didn’t have the strength to open my eyes, but I could still hear his voice and the silence that followed after my hum.
After a long minute, Sesshōmaru spoke again. “There’s a river up ahead. We’ll stop there for the night.”
Oh. “Okie dokie…”
Hah, I’m so tired.
Thankfully, in the comfort of Sesshōmaru’s presence, it didn’t take long for me to pass out. As I dozed off, I found myself hoping he wouldn’t be too annoyed by my falling asleep on his shoulder. I know it wouldn’t be the first time, but I haven’t exactly done so while he was carrying me.
I still can’t believe I actually got to see him eat something.
…
Inuyasha was pacing outside in the castle courtyard, marching circles and scowling as he kicked up dirt and cursed the world. An irritating yet familiar scent hitting his nose, he snapped his head up with a sharp inhale and watched with narrowed eyes as his older brother flew off, a certain brunette laying across his right shoulder.
Irene.
She was gone now. She left them for Sesshōmaru. Despite everything they’ve been through together, how far they’ve come in their journey, and she chose him over her friends. Did she actually believe he could do a better job protecting her or something? That he would happily do so? No way. Even if Sesshōmaru did have some feelings of affection for her, he wasn’t the kind of demon who would admit it; the whole fact he got so pissy during their fight proved it.
Sesshōmaru would rather let her die than admit he has feelings for a mortal woman. Yet, for some reason, Irene doesn’t seem to understand that. She’s being fooled. She was completely brainwashed by that pretty face of his, and has tossed all common sense away.
Maybe… she really does think Sesshōmaru can protect her better. Inuyasha couldn’t stop her from being kidnapped, after all, or abducted, or hurt, or abused, or- anything, really. She’d always either get badly hurt or go missing, and most of the time she had to escape herself. Hell, she let herself be bullied without telling anyone, even though she was just a sickly human.
Inuyasha… couldn’t protect her. He tried to, but he couldn’t.
And then she died.
She almost died back when everyone had been exposed to Naraku’s deadly miasma, and again when the panther demons tried to sacrifice her. If she didn’t awaken to a new Shikigami spirit, and if Sesshōmaru didn’t show up when he did…
If Sesshōmaru didn’t save Irene back then, she would have died so much sooner- and he might not have revived her. Kagura, Kanna, and Anastasia had no qualms about tricking Inuyasha and his friends to try and get their hands on Irene, but they waited until Irene had left Sesshōmaru’s side to attack her. She was safe with his older brother.
She was… safe with Sesshōmaru, but not Inuyasha.
“I can’t blame Irene for leaving.” Inuyasha heard Shippō’s voice say as everyone made their way out of the castle, and the half-demon tensed, his ears twitching as he turned to look at them. “Honestly, with how mad Inuyasha got- he needs to learn to control his temper! Irene is sensitive!”
“They do fight a lot.” Sango sighed, carrying a small Kirara in her arms. “And after what he said, it’s no wonder Irene is upset.”
Are they being serious right now?
Inuyasha didn’t force her to leave. Irene left of her own volition!
Them fighting all the time has nothing to do with it.
But, if that was the case, why was Miroku agreeing with them? “True. All we can do is hope that there will be a chance to mend things between them soon. You forget, Inuyasha is quite the sensitive soul himself. I’m sure he’s just as torn up about her leaving as she is their fight.”
“It has been a while since we’ve seen him lash out so strongly.” Sango noted.
“Yeah…” Kagome looked deeply upset by all this. “Still, will she really be alright with Sesshōmaru? I don’t doubt he’ll protect her, but… it feels a little weird. I know it’s because it’s Sesshōmaru… and trusting him isn’t exactly something we’ve had to do before. I dunno. Something about this just feels kinda odd.”
“More odd than him saving Irene all the time?” Shippō asked.
Kagome made face. “Good point. I guess it’s just hard to believe that he actually likes her. At least enough to want her alive and unharmed. I don’t think he likes likes her, but…”
“Oh?” Miroku raised a brow at that. “I think he’s quite smitten.”
Shippō sputtered at that, and Kagome made a face. “What?”
Sango was silent. A strange contemplative looked was on her face. “...The armor he gave her- the kimonos; it means something. I think… Miroku might be right in this. I think Sesshōmaru’s actually fallen for Irene somehow.”
“Irene is cute.” Maria stated bluntly, reaching over and resting a hand atop Kagome’s head. Kagome startled at the touch, looking up at the older woman with wide eyes, but didn’t pull away. She just stared at Maria as the woman smiled at her. “And very sweet. Of course he likes her. You saw how he was with her, unlike when speaking to us. They’ll be fine, so do not worry much.”
Shippō frowned deeply, leaning forward from his spot on Miroku’s shoulder. “But Inuyasha said all those terrible things! What if Irene never wants to come back!?”
This conversation was starting to make Inuyasha sick, but hearing Shippō try and place the blame on him seriously pissed him off. It rubbed him the wrong way, especially because a part of him did feel like her leaving might be his fault. They do fight a lot, and as much as Inuyasha tried to look after her he did irritate her just as much. She was always apologizing, always taking the blame, always diminishing and looking down on herself, and always assuming the worst. It irritated him.
It irritated him how she always tried to please others, all the while looking down on herself. That kind of mindset will get you killed in times like these.
No matter how kind you are, people will always take advantage of you and use you for their own gains. That’s exactly how she ended up stuck in Asagiri Castle, and how she was sold off to be some random demon’s bride. Irene wasn’t weak, so she didn’t need to always make herself so small- especially not since people are going to be after her just because she looks different. She should know that by now. She’s already been bullied because of it.
Irene isn’t stupid. She knows she’s been mistreated and will only continue to be mistreated more.
Sure, most of the villagers in Kaede’s village accepted her because of her priestess abilities and because they believed her to be some sort of foreign aristocrat, but others weren’t as accepting. If Inuyasha didn’t hang around Kaede’s hut as much as he did when Irene was staying there, he was sure someone would have tried something. People still talked behind her back even now, certain elders disliking her for being an “outsider” and being especially suspicious of the panther demons- and disliking Irene even more because she was the one who suggested that they live in and look after the village. The only reason the panthers have been able to live as peacefully as they have this far is because everyone believes Irene has them under some sort of “spell” due to her unique powers. But… that will only last for so long.
Once she leaves the Feudal Era…
Inuyasha just knows things will get nasty.
Hell, even that one servant of Lord Takeda dumped icy water over Irene when she had been down with a bad cold, and she was only there to accompany Sango. She never had any real interaction with the servants and they still only gave her a single, sad looking bowl of rice. They just hated her because she was foreign. And yet… despite knowing this… Irene still tries to please everyone instead of standing up for herself. It’s so frustrating. People… won’t be kind to her just because she’s kind to them.
Inuyasha has been trying all this time to get her to realize that.
Sesshōmaru won’t be kind just because she’s kind to him, either. Whether he cares about her or not, he’s clearly trying to use her for some nefarious reason. Irene is a complete idiot thinking he won’t toss her away at some point. Falling for him just because of his pretty face… honestly, for as smart as she was she could be so dumb.
After everything they’ve told her, she should know better than to trust Sesshōmaru. But if she left because her anger at Inuyasha was stronger than any reason she could have to not trust his older brother…
Damn it. “Hey!”
Everyone paused upon hearing Inuyasha’s shout, blinking and turning to look at him with surprise, having not noticed he was there the entire time they were chatting. The half-demon growled and focused a glare on them, bounding forward and stopping in front of the group with a large dust cloud behind him.
“Are you saying it’s my fault Irene left!?” Inuyasha snapped, pointing at himself. “She’s the one who decided she wanted to snuggle up to that bastard! I ain’t got nothing to do with it!”
It wasn’t his fault.
Irene left because she thinks Sesshōmaru is stronger!
That’s all there was to it. It isn’t his fault.
“Yeah, right!” Shippō exclaimed, giving the teen a teary glare of his own. “You scared Irene away and you know it! You two hardly ever got along! Always arguing, always making her cry; you’re such a jerk, Inuyasha!”
“Wha- hey!” Inuyasha fumbled for a moment at that, recoiling, visibly startled by the accusation. It took him a moment to regain his composure, and when he did he was shouting again, bristling up like a frightened dog who had been called out and threatened. “Who are you callin’ a jerk!? She’s the jerk! She left us for Sesshōmaru! She chose him over all of us! She thinks he can do a better job protecting her than we can!”
“Inuyasha!” Kagome exclaimed, frowning deeply at the half-demon. “Don’t take your anger out on Shippō!”
“See!?” The child cried, climbing onto Miroku’s shoulder and hiding behind him. “He’s a jerk! Irene said she left because she wanted to look after some kid, but I bet Inuyasha’s temper was the real reason!”
Inuyasha’s lips curled back then, his face burning at the child’s complaint. “I-It was not!”
Sango blinked. “Wait, Inuyasha… is that what you think? You think that’s why Irene left? Because she thinks Sesshōmaru will do a better job protecting her?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” He stood up straight and slipped his hands into his blood-stained sleeves, scowling. “Why else would she choose him over us?”
A silence fell over the group, and Inuyasha noticed. Ears twitching, he looked over his shoulder to see everyone looking at each other. Miroku closed his eyes and shook his head with a sigh, while Maria face-palmed and Kagome hung her head, exasperated. Sango was just in total disbelief. “That… isn’t the obvious thing at all.”
“Huh?”
“Inuyasha…” Kagome began, speaking with a more gentle tone of voice. “Irene has feelings for Sesshōmaru.”
“...Well, yeah. She likes his face.” Inuyasha didn’t get what she was trying to say. “Obviously.”
Kagome shook her head. “That’s not it. Irene doesn’t just like his face; she likes him.”
Inuyasha stared blankly at Kagome. “We’re… talking about Sesshōmaru, right? What’s there for her to like? His face is the only good thing about him.”
Everyone was baffled by his denial of the situation at hand. It was obvious he wasn’t going to take the hint, and that someone was going to have to spell the obvious out to him.
The question was, who?
All eyes turned to Kagome, and the girl jolted, alarmed. She pointed at herself, looking around at everyone in disbelief, before lowering her head with a sigh, her shoulders slumping in defeat. “I guess I can-“
“Inuyasha.” Maria cut the girl off, surprising everyone when she stepped forward. The woman kept walking until she had stopped directly in front of the half-demon, and she settled a hand firmly on his shoulder. A frown rested on her pale lips. “Let us go walk, okay?”
“…Okay?” She wasn’t about to chew him out for what he said to her sister, is she? Oh, jeez. Inuyasha can already feel the dread washing over him. Maria was a force to be reckoned with when angry. She was the complete opposite of the timid brunette that went running after his older brother. Glancing at his friends, Inuyasha saw them nodding at him encouragingly, and he looked back at Maria. “Uh, s-sure thing.”
Maria smirked at him. “Good boy.”
“Oi-”
She didn’t give Inuyasha time to snap at her, instead grabbing his arm and tugging him away from the group before releasing him once they were a good distance from everyone, the two just walking slowly through the courtyard. After a couple minutes of silence, Inuyasha’s ear twitched and he scowled, sliding his hands into his sleeves once more.
“Are ya gonna tell me what this is about or are ya just gonna leave me in suspense?”
Maria came to a halt. Her shoulders slumped, and the foreign woman let out a sigh. Resting her hands on her hips, she turned around to face him. “Irene is simple.”
Inuyasha made a face. “Well, yeah.”
“Sesshōmaru saved her.”
“I know that.”
Maria stared at him, her hazel green eyes seeming a little more chestnut brown than usual, and after a moment she sighed. “Sesshōmaru saved her not once, not twice- but many times. He is pretty, yes, but he is also helping her.” She observed Inuyasha as he tensed up, the teen going completely still as his jaw clenched, the woman reminding him of his older brother’s good deeds. “He made sure to bring the dragon demon with him to that wretched Naraku’s castle, so she could fly away safely. He revived her. He gave her clothes. Pretty clothes, that will be protecting her. He rescued her today, too, learning she was in danger. More might have happened. We weren’t there, she did not say, so we do not know. But it is likely.”
Inuyasha almost flinched when she rested a hand on his shoulder, her hazel green eyes intense as they bore sternly into his amber ones.
“It is not because of you that she left.” Maria told him. “Irene left… because despite his cold heart that you know… he has been good to her. Irene’s decision was made…” She faltered, searching for the words, a hint of frustration on her face as she couldn’t figure it out and thus had to rephrase her sentence. “Irene was making the decision because she is smitten. She wants to see more of him. She wants to be with him. It is not due to anything you did or could not do. Irene…”
She lowered her head, pursing her lips.
Maria let out a sad sigh. “Irene is not… used to friends or feelings. She knows you are strong, and that you will be fine without her. It is not because she does not like you. Irene… just feels things too strongly. And in… the time she was gone, traveling with him, she has grown attached.” Lifting a single red nail off his shoulder, she raised a brow at Inuyasha. “You understand, yes? You have seen her grow attached quickly to Sango and Shippō, and to Kagome, as well.”
The half-demon clicked his tongue, stubbornly turning his head away, but even as a weight clung heavily to his heart, he couldn’t deny her words.
“It is the same with him.” Maria released Inuyasha’s shoulder to snap her fingers, grinning widely as she rested her other hand against her hip. “Her familiar is a puppy, yes? Think of it as her viewing Sesshōmaru as her “person”. She wants to be with him as much as she can until she can’t. Like how you feel about Kagome.”
Immediately, Inuyasha’s face began to burn and he whipped his head back around to look at her, alarmed. “Wh-What!? Who told you that!?”
She snorted, her answer short and blunt. “Miroku.”
“That rotten little snitch!” The half-demon growled and clenched a fist, holding it up with an angry grin. “Tch! He was eavesdropping again, wasn’t he!?”
Maria shrugged. “Maybe. He was happy to talk about you two. But for Irene and Sesshōmaru, that is all that this is. Irene wants to be with him, just as you want to be with Kagome.”
Inuyasha stared at her for a long moment, then lowered his head. “You… sound pretty confident about that.”
“I am.”
“But I… can’t believe Sesshōmaru would willingly let her hang around him so much if he knows about her stupid crush.” His older brother was an asshole, but he wasn’t an idiot. “Why would he let her stay?”
Maria just hummed, standing up taller and puffing out her chest. “Because.”
Inuyasha blinked, lifting his gaze up to meet hers again. “Because what?”
“Irene is cute.”
She had said that with such a proud smile, Inuyasha couldn’t help but gawk at her in total disbelief.
Notes:
Sooo I started reading the Inuyasha manga...
IT IS SO FREAKING BRUTAL, ALSKJFLKJDLJFDLJFD. Like, season one of the manga is just straight-up nightmare duel, especially with the Spider Heads and the Noh Mask. But also Kagome's outfits are FIRE. They look so good. And the InuKag moments!!!! WE WERE ROBBED!!!!! ALSKJLKLDJLFJDFLKJDLFJDLJF. Inuyasha makes it very clear his feelings towards Kikyo are more drawn from guilt than anything else, which is SO nice. And he and Kagome COMMUNICATE. AHHHHHHHHH. Anyways. Ya'll should read the manga if you've only seen the anime. It's so good. We also see Juromaru and Kageromaru behead Naraku when they're being born. And Kagura's heart is an ACTUAL heart and not a little pearl. (Did I write Kagura's heart as an actual heart in this? Yes. But only because I forgot the anime had it as a pearl, so it being an actual beating heart in the manga makes me feel better about it now lol) It's delightful.
ANYWAYS ONTO THE CHAPTER.
This one is out a lot sooner than I was expecting, but eyyyyy!!!! That's good, right? YEAH! Anyways. CHAOS! In the form of angst and arguments! For as similar as Irene and Inu are, they really do clash a lot. Also, Rumiko said in some interview that Sess eats by "devouring" the life force/energy of the demons he kills... and fruits, so. WE HAVE SESS EATING A SINGLE FRUIT. Hehehe.
As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! Let me know what you think in the comments. 💕💕💕 Your comments give me life. :3
Chapter 47: Separations and Uncertainties
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
I dreamed of a mountain full of fruit that night. I had been actively collecting them, gathering up as many pears and persimmons as I could manage, carrying them in my mobokama, until I couldn’t gather anymore.
It was extremely disappointing to wake up just to find all the fruit was gone, and that the mountain was just a figment of my imagination, my reality so much stranger. Fur tickled my face, soft to the touch and smelling strongly of the kind of dog that would roll around and play in the grass. My back and shoulders felt so much lighter than they should be… though I wasn’t entirely sure why. I’m not even sure what had happened before I fell asleep. There was also a slight sting in my side, but nothing nowhere near as bad as the weight in my head.
“...Ngh.” Pain throbbing in my skull, I groggily blinked open my eyes, early morning sunlight peering in through the clouds. It looked to be a gloomy day. Face feeling a bit warm, most likely from the fever, I shifted in place and looked around.
A stream was right up ahead, and to my left…
“Sesshōmaru…?”
He was staring down at me from the corner of his eyes, watching me as I slowly woke up. A basket of food was on his other side, beside the tree. His expression was completely and totally blank save for the uncharacteristic softness glimmering in his golden eyes.
Confusion flitted across my features at first. As I stared up at him, I wondered if this was another dream. I had left the group the other day, so there was no possible way Sesshōmaru was here now, but then again…
Memories slowly drifting back to me, a sleepy smile spread across my lips. “You found me.”
He always had a way of surprising me.
Despite how scared I was, how lonely and devoid of hope I was, he had come looking for me. Sesshōmaru had no obligation to save me, he could have abandoned me since I had left the group and was thus no longer under his protection, but he didn’t. He came looking for me, because he somehow knew I was in danger.
He didn’t have to, but he did.
And that meant so ridiculously much to me.
Closing my eyes, I leaned back against Sesshōmaru’s fur, humming contentedly. My head was still heavy and I felt a bit warm, but my heart was happy. At least… it was until I remembered everything else that happened. My good mood immediately soured. All the angry, spiteful things Inuyasha had yelled at me came flooding into my mind, and I opened my eyes slowly, staring into nothing as a painful heaviness took root and weighed me down, a despair carving itself deeper and deeper into my chest the more I lingered on it.
I forced myself to sit back up, shoulders slumping and head hanging low as I let out a sigh. Disheartened, I gripped the furoshiki hanging around my shoulders.
Sesshōmaru found me, and now… Inuyasha hates me.
Pulling away from the demon lord and his extremely comfortable fluffy boa, I made myself rise up onto my knees before tiredly crawling about two trees away behind where Sesshōmaru was sitting. Seeing as he didn’t move, he probably figured out what I was planning to do and thus was staying in place so as to give me the privacy I needed to change.
Taking a spot in an open yet covered area, I untied the furoshiki and pulled it onto my lap, opening it and sluggishly moving everything around to grab my striped kimono and white mobokama. I took out the tekkou and the kyahan Sango gave me as well, and was about to pull out my ribbon before making a face upon realizing it had a bit of a smell.
It was gonna need to be washed before I could wear it again.
Damn it.
It did go through a lot these past two days, though, so I guess it only makes sense. But it’s still upsetting…
Letting out another sigh, I set everything down and began to undress, sitting up on my knees. I undid the sash of the kakeshita and removed the soft pink silk, before taking a quick glance around, ensuring the area was clear, so I could remove the nagajuban and slip my striped kimono on. The amount of comfort I felt upon feeling the familiar fabric slide against my scarred skin and shoulders was immense, and I ended up resting my back against the tree for a moment to just bask in the sensation.
It was truly incredible how one article of clothing can make someone feel so secure.
Once my kimono was tied and my mobokama was secured around my waist, I felt almost complete again. The throbbing in my skull did make it a little difficult to do everything quickly, and I had to rest and close my eyes more than once, waiting for the throbbing to go away before I could start tying on the tekkou and kyahan, but, thankfully, having seen Sango do it so many times, I had a decent idea of it, and it didn’t take me longer than ten minutes to get it all on.
I found myself staring at my arms and legs afterwards, stunned to see that it covered all my scars, even the burn mark on my leg, and I flexed my fingers and toes for a moment before wrapping up my furoshiki and shakily pushing myself up onto my feet.
Hand to a tree, I lightly swung a leg, testing the feel of the kyahan against my kimono, before grinning and gathering up the discarded robes. My movements were still a little wobbly, my face hot as could be, but I was dressed in my clothes again and that was a wonderful feeling. It was just a little… annoying that the throbbing in my head and the heat burning my face overpowered that joy.
Dizzy…
Water.
I need water.
My movements were wobbly and my steps uneven. The world looked a bit like it was spinning by the time I made it to the stream. My limbs weak, I fell to my knees, and I stared at the water blankly for quite some time before the pounding went away and I could think somewhat clearly again.
Setting everything down beside me, I fumbled for a wash cloth and dunked it in the water, washing my face and removing all the makeup that had been forcefully painted on.
I could feel Sesshōmaru staring at me as I did so, his gaze intense despite me not even being able to see it. A part of me dazedly wondered what he might be thinking.
But I didn’t think much of it.
I scrubbed until I was dizzy, stopped and waited, then continued washing my face. Once I was satisfied my face was clean by looking at my reflection in the water, I set the cloth down and dunked my hands into the stream, lifting a small pool of water up to my lips for a drink. It was incredibly cool and refreshing.
After that… everything became a bit of a daze. I think I wrapped my furoshiki up, because I was hugging it to my chest, but I mostly just remember falling back down onto the ground and curling up against the silk robes that I was now using as a pillow.
There was silver… then gold.
Such intense, burning eyes… and a pair of furrowed brows. Silver hair fluttered in the breeze. A lazy but affectionate smile crossed my lips. All I could think about at that moment was when Sesshōmaru barged into the room where Ryūno and I had been sitting, melting the door and making one hell of an entrance. The relief I felt that I had been found- that he had been the one to find me. Sesshōmaru had saved me yesterday.
He had saved me…
Which meant Sesshōmaru searched for me, probably all morning until the afternoon when he finally found me. I’m not sure if he caught my blood on the wind or what, but something led to him coming after me. Whatever it was, I was immensely grateful for it.
“I looked ridiculous, right?” My voice was weak, but I tried to joke anyway, wanting to say something just so I could stay awake a little while longer. I wanted to see him for just a little while longer. “I felt ridiculous.”
Sesshōmaru didn’t respond, simply narrowing his eyes at my words. I might have imagined it, but it looked like his lips tilted downwards a little bit as well.
“…Yeah.” I laughed. “Pink really isn’t my color. I doubt I made a very pretty bride, either. Ryūno and that jerk lord just have weird taste.”
Hmm.
My gaze drifted to the clear blue sky above us. It was beautiful, the gloomy clouds drifting away. “Hey… Sesshōmaru? What… does your name mean?” Before the silence could drag on, I decided to explain, “When you were on your way, I could… feel your demonic aura. I felt you getting closer. So… I told them you were coming. And when I told them your name, everyone started to whisper before freaking out.”
I turned my head to look at him again, and was surprised to find that the demon lord was still staring straight at me, his gaze unfaltering in its intensity.
“What’s “Sesshōmaru” mean?”
Sesshōmaru looked as though he were contemplating whether or not to answer, but after a moment finally did, closing his eyes as he carefully explained, “The two characters of “Sesshou” are read as “kill” and "life". The character for “Maru” reads as “perfection”. Together, my name means “the destruction of life” or… more simply, “killing perfection”.”
“…Oh.” I did not know how to process that. He really gave me a whole lesson there. “Wow. That… explains a lot. Huh.”
He opened his eyes again, observing my reaction, but I just looked at him completely dumbfounded. “And you? What does your name mean, Irene?”
“I’m… named after a goddess of peace, so…” I blinked. “My name literally means “peaceful” or “to bring peace to those around you”. Uh, for an explanation why it means that…”
If he gave me a lesson on his name, I might as well give him a lesson on mine. It was nice being able to have a conversation with him like this, too. I wanted to keep it going as long as I could.
“”Eirene” in Greek mythology was a goddess who was supposed to be, like, this personification of harmony and wealth. I say “wealth” because she’s often depicted holding the baby Pluto in Roman myths, who is the god of wealth. He’s also the god of the underworld- but not the god of death. Very important. People always mix him and Thanatos up. Anyways! Eirene was one of the three Horai deities- one of the seasons, representing late springtime, as that’s typically the season for war and when peace is most at risk, despite not being the goddess of spring- that’s Persephone, Pluto’s wife… Pluto being Hades in Greek, because Greek and Roman mythos are basically the same save for the name changes. But… yeah. Eirene is one of the daughters of Zeus, the king of the gods, and Themis, the goddess of justice.”
I definitely rambled a little bit there.
Hrm. Ah, well, it’s fine. He isn’t glaring or telling me to be quiet, so it’s fine. “Her main thing is peace, but she also represents wealth and late spring. It’s an okay name, I guess. I could’ve been given a worse one. I would’ve preferred “Hestia” or “Artemis”, but like… “Irene” isn’t bad.”
“…Your father wished peace and wealth upon you.” Sesshōmaru stated, something strange flashing in those golden eyes of his. His stare seemed a bit more… understanding, yet like something was weighing on his mind. Like he had just figured something out, but that something made even less sense than when he didn’t understand it. “Yet you were brought here to a time of war, and have known nothing of peace.”
“I mean…” I thought about it for a moment, before my lips curled into another smile. I grinned at Sesshōmaru, whose brows furrowed at the sight. “I’m at peace when I’m with you, Mister “Killing Perfection”.”
He scoffed at my comment.
“…It is an interesting name, though.” I mused. “I mean, I met your dad and I can’t exactly imagine him naming you with hopes you’d be some kind of assassin.” The demon lord’s stare sharpened at the mention of his father, but I couldn’t stop talking. Whatever filter I had before seemed to have faded when I got my concussion, or maybe it was just because I was too comfortable around him. “Granted I met your dad in the afterlife, not while he was alive. But… I’m betting that he…”
How to phrase this?
“He… wanted to make sure you… could… never be bested by anyone. If he gave you a name that made you sound like a perfect killer, then no one would ever be able to defeat you. You’d always reign victorious.” I closed my eyes, humming. “It’s a really strong name. Like, it sounds so pretty when you’re saying it, but it’s actually quite terrifying if you think about what it means. Your dad had really high hopes for you. Still does, even now.”
“…And yours?”
“Ha!” I snorted at that, waving a hand in the air. “My dad? He just wanted me to stop dying and find a random guy with loads of money to marry. I had no interest in dating though, to his annoyance. “Oooh, but I’m so worried for you, you need a spouse to look after you,” like, sir, please. That is not how it works. Even if I married someone, there’s no guarantee he’d look after me or take care of me.” I made a face. “Not unless he has some white knight complex or a weird need to always have someone to look after. Most of the men in my country are awful, anyway. Especially in the town I live in. My siblings have been cheated on and abused way too many times to count. Oh, what about you, Sesshōmaru?”
Opening my eyes, I flashed him a weak grin.
“Any family members nag you to get married?”
“…They wouldn’t dare.” He turned his head away, staring into the forest. “Not if they value their lives.”
“Heh. Lucky.”
Sesshōmaru glanced back at me then, the look on his face even harder to read than usual. He wasn’t quite scowling, and it wasn’t really a frown on his lips either. I think something was bothering him, but it was difficult to tell what- as, judging by the look in his eyes, I’m not sure if even he knew what was bothering him. He looked upset, but also confused?
Suddenly, I had a thought.
His name means… “killing perfection”.
The cogs in my aching brain finally caught up to what that actually implied.
“Wait a second.” I blinked again, brown eyes shifting to meet piercing gold. “Sesshōmaru. “Killing Perfection”. I told them your name. The… people at the castle. And they began to freak out. I-I could sense you coming, and… the lord didn’t believe me when I told him about you; he said… you wouldn’t come for me.”
Sesshōmaru was silent, simply listening as I spoke, my voice calm in my shock as my brain continued to process what all this meant.
“He said… that you didn’t exist, and… that if you did, you wouldn’t rescue me unless… you wanted to use me like he did.” I spoke plainly, calmly, bluntly. A baffled look was on my face, and I couldn’t help but notice that Sesshōmaru’s eyes narrowed a little upon hearing what the lord had said to me, his expression seeming to darken ever-so-slightly. “So… I asked if he wanted to know your name. But if… if your name means “killing perfection”, that means…”
When the realization dawned, I barked a laugh.
“I-I basically told Diana and that jerk-faced lord that “death” himself was on his way!”
Oh, that is hilarious.
“That’s amazing!” I can’t believe I didn’t know. That explains so much about everyone’s reactions. It probably took them a bit to figure out what his name meant, hence all the muttering and confusion, but the absolute dread and horror written across their faces afterwards? They figured it out, and it had terrified them all. “Ahaha! Th-That explains their faces! That’s why they all looked so scared!”
Although it hurt, I couldn’t help but keep laughing, rolling onto my side and hugging my furoshiki tight as I cackled and giggled. I’d clap my hands if I had the strength for it.
“”Sesshōmaru is~ on~ his~ waaaaay~”!” I sang, echoing my words from before. “Ahaha~ pfft! I can’t… I can’t believe I didn’t ask what your name meant before! That’s delightful. I wish I’d known what it meant when I said it! Haha! Ahaha- ah!”
My amusement was quickly cut short when excruciating stabs of pain shot through my skull.
I immediately stopped laughing, crying out only to clamp my mouth shut in a whimper. Cringing and curling up into a ball, the lightheadness from laughing only made the throbbing in my skull worse. Tears stung my eyes and I found myself gritting my jaw, resisting the urge to cry as my head pounded so hard it felt like it was going to split. I hugged the furoshiki so tight and so close the fabric pressed against my chin and lips.
When I managed to speak again, it was with a tired, pained gasp. “I-It’s a… v-very accurate name, though. Suits… you. You are… v-very good at… killing things. P-Perfect killer, indeed. And… pretty. Pretty and… deadly. Haha… urk…”
I buried my face into my furoshiki, squeezing my eyes tightly shut as I waited for the pain to end. I ended up not moving after that, breathing uneven as my whole being seemed to burn from the fever.
It was hot and dizzying, and I felt so suffocated, but the spikes of pain in my skull were finally dulling down and I was too exhausted to move. I couldn’t help but just lay there, focusing on my breathing and trying to ignore how pathetic I felt for being in such a state. I needed medicine.
But, this being the feudal era, I didn’t exactly have any, so there was nothing I could…
Wait.
The first-aid kit. Kagome put medicine in there. Pain medicine sometimes has fever reducers mixed in. With any luck, that means ibuprofen. If I can take some of that, I should be fine. It’ll help with the throbbing in my skull, too. I just need to get up and get moving.
I can do this.
My arms shaking, I rolled onto my front and pushed myself up. Still holding onto the furoshiki, I dragged my heavy body forward, crawling dazedly towards the basket sitting beside Sesshōmaru. I could feel his eyes still on me, the demon lord watching as I struggled to make my way over to him and the basket, having to stop halfway to catch my breath and wait for the black spots dancing in my vision to go away.
When I finally made it to the basket, I had to wait again, and then I gripped the basket straps to pull myself up, breathing heavily, feeling as if I had just run a marathon. I tossed the lid open, then fumbled for the medicine kit. I practically yanked it out, then collapsed into a sitting position, leaning against the basket as I caught my breath.
Once the world stopped spinning, I unlocked the kit and snapped the box open.
Sesshōmaru observed the strange items inside, such as the compresses, the bandages, the latex gloves and ointments, the cloth tape, the thermometer, and all the medicine bottles Kagome had shoved inside. There were also tweezers and scissors, which was nice, and a small see-through container which had, in English, “Poison Antidote” written in sharpie across the lid, a bunch of herbs tucked carefully inside. It was easy to see what Kagome meant when she said my sister had labeled everything, as most of the lids had their “uses” written on them.
“Ah… no, no…” Sleep inducers, allergies, nausea, headaches, and… wait. “Oh!”
I picked up the last one, observing the grey little bottle curiously. Japan definitely packed their items differently than America did. Their medicine bottles looked so much fancier.
“Maria wrote…” I looked at the writing again. “Yeah. Colds. This should… be good.”
Right?
“Hey, Sesshōmaru?” I looked up at the demon lord, holding the bottle out so he could see the front. “You can… read, right? Does it… Does it say “fever reducer” on here anywhere?”
He stared at me, but after a moment took the bottle from my grasp- careful not to nick me with his claws. The man observed the bottle with curiosity, but his golden eyes soon narrowed as he turned the bottle around. He was looking at the back, where all the ingredients and warnings were most likely listed.
“Well?” I scooted closer, holding my hand out with expectant and hopeful eyes. “Does it?”
“…Your condition from before.” Sesshōmaru began, not answering my question and instead changing the subject. He didn’t look at me. “You said it was… asthma, correct? An illness that makes it difficult to breathe?”
I made a face, befuddled by his inquiry. “Yeah…? What about it?”
His brows furrowed. “And you would ingest this regardless?”
“Yeah?” I don’t see the problem here. “It’s just ibuprofen. I think.”
For some reason, Sesshōmaru didn’t seem to like that answer. I watched as he clutched the bottle in his hand, curling his long fingers around it, only to gasp when he shot his arm out to the side, his palm emitting a familiar acidic green glow. Alarmed, seeing the bottle start to melt, I immediately lunged, throwing myself recklessly across his lap to try and grab his arm in an attempt to knock the bottle out of his grasp.
“No!”
But Sesshōmaru was fast. He leaned back, avoiding me cutting myself on his armor as my torso landed across his legs, and he lifted his right arm up high above his head, staring down at me with stern eyes and a disapproving frown. Already breathless, I latched onto his sleeve, the pounding in my skull so intense tears were already forming.
My body felt like it was on fire. “S-Stop! I… I need… I need that!” I need those pills. “Stop it!”
I tugged frantically on his sleeve, but only succeeded in exposing the stripes on his forearm. I could feel the lightheadedness worsen, the world around me starting to spin and fade, and I slumped in his lap, legs limp against the grass as my grip on his sleeve grew weak. The bottle and pills were all but mush now.
“Why…?” I felt him lower his arm as I craned my neck to look up at him, betrayal in my gaze. “Wh-Why would you… do that?”
His voice was cold. “That medicine would have killed you.”
“It wouldn’t! I’ve… taken ibuprofen… hundreds of times before!”
Sesshōmaru’s eyes flashed at that, and I startled at the blue that had momentarily replaced the gold. “Then you are a fool.” He tossed the melted pill bottle off to the side, before moving a hand to rest on my shoulder. A hint of annoyance bled into his tone. “Now remove yourself from-“
He paused.
Maybe it was because my fever was worsening, or maybe the pounding in my skull was just too intense, but Sesshōmaru’s voice felt so distant, despite it being so much closer in reality. My grip on his sleeve was weak, and my eyes had practically slid shut as I slumped against his legs, but I could feel a pair of cool fingers brush against my forehead and it took a moment to register that they were his.
The demon lord was silent, and despite the betrayal his touch felt so nice. I couldn’t help but lean my burning face into his cold hand, choking out a hurt, “Th-This is… how you’re killing me… isn’t it? B-Because of what everyone said. You… hate me now. So you’re letting… the fever… kill me.”
“…Do you truly think that I, Sesshōmaru, am one who would cast blame upon you for others’ mindless assumptions?”
What?
“How ridiculous.” Sesshōmaru pulled his hand away while he spoke, and I couldn’t help but open my eyes and look at him in mild confusion, my vision blurred from tears. He began to move, lightly nudging my shoulder to get me to roll off of him, and laying on the grass I watched as he began to stand up. He looked down at me from over his shoulder, his expression firm yet… irritated. He was clearly upset by my question. “Stay alive until my return.”
He’s… leaving me?
Please, no.
I don’t want to be alone.
“S-Sesshōmaru?” I was incredibly alarmed. “Sesshōmaru, w-wait! Sessh…”
I attempted to stand and scramble after Sesshōmaru, reaching a hand out to try and stop him from leaving, seeing his blurry form turn away from me, but I barely took one step in the direction he was leaving when the world began to turn sideways.
There was a flash of silver, then the sensation of soft fur hitting my face. A weight pressed against my stomach, like an arm that had wrapped around me. The black spots swallowed up my vision.
And then… darkness.
In the end, the exhaustion, pain, and stress was just too much for my feverish body to withstand.
…
Irene had fainted.
He smelled the pain before he saw her fall. It was the same as back in the castle, when she had collapsed while calling out for his little brother. This time he was prepared for it, knowing what to expect, and this time Sesshōmaru did not catch her with his claws. He caught her with his arm, and she collapsed against his fur.
Honestly…
Sesshōmaru has never met a more ridiculous woman.
For as clever as she was, she truly didn’t care for her own life. Irene was in such a horrid state, yet was willing to take something so… dubious to quell her fever? The side effects of that so-called medicine would have killed her. She may not have had any trouble breathing since he revived her, but that is no excuse to risk the life he so generously returned to her.
Shifting his hold on her unconscious form, Sesshōmaru carefully moved her and set her down beside the basket of food and cooking supplies. Her normally rosy cheeks were unnaturally pale and burning with the heat of a thousand fires.
He hasn’t seen her look this bad since she stumbled into his camp the morning of her death. Reeking of pain, of agony, of despair. Pale and sickly and…
Sesshōmaru frowned.
Irene is… doing worse than I expected. He didn’t realize it until he went to push her off him, but she was sick. So sick she had been willing to kill herself with those ludicrous pills if it meant easing some of the pain. Fortunately, she doesn’t seem to be dying, but…
Such a high fever was not good, especially not for a fragile human such as herself.
It was no wonder why she had been in such a sickly, frail state when they had met. Irene truly is the biggest threat to herself. He could smell her pain before- so heavy was its toll, it almost overwhelmed her natural scent. When they met, when he saved her from the panther demons, and then again when she appeared before him so suddenly, wildflowers of blue, yellow, and white in her shaky grip. She had been slowly killing herself by taking such poison.
Did she truly not realize what she’s been doing to herself?
That fool.
That ridiculous, utter fool of a-
His hand, which had been moving to brush the hair out of her face, went still.
Sesshōmaru was acting strangely again. His anger, which should have faded by now, was still burning so fiercely, and he was…
The demon lord yanked his hand back and stared down at his palm with furrowed brows, curling his slender fingers into a slight fist. He’s been irritated ever since he caught the scent of her spilled blood yesterday, but he’s only grown more aggravated throughout the course of the day.
From sparing that wretched demon, Ryūno, to arriving at the human castle full of vermin, Sesshōmaru had found himself burning with an indescribable fury. The way those guards looked at Irene sickened him, and… he wanted to tear them all apart.
But he refrained.
Instead, he simply waited… until he caught wind of her blood being spilled once more.
Sesshōmaru ran to her.
He didn’t kill anyone other than that guard by the gate, as they had all cleared a path already, having been intimidated by Irene’s unexpected and elegant appearance, but he didn't hesitate in destroying the walls with the energy from his tōkijin to head straight to the mortal woman he had found himself protecting.
And then… she screamed.
She screamed his name. For the first time, she called out for him. Irene was asking for his help.
Before he knew it, the fire inside him spun into a massive inferno. He tore through the castle, blasting down wall after wall, following the direction where her scent was strongest. When he arrived, he saw her- kneeling, head bowed- the hair she had so happily tied back now hanging loosely around her shoulders again.
Her face was bruised. Bloody.
They hurt her.
That disgusting human wretch touched her. Tried to force himself on her. And, to make matters even worse, he even made her bend the knee, forcing her to bow to him. This mortal man… was filth of the worst kind. Irene was not meant to bow before anyone- not even Sesshōmaru himself- but this vermin forced her to her knees regardless? And then there’s that annoying woman by his side- a pathetic copy of Irene- who believed she could replace her simply by adorning her kimono and spouting a few pretty words.
To claim herself more beautiful than Irene… to call Irene vulgar… when she herself is more vulgar and hideous than the audacious Irene could ever be… is simply ridiculous.
There was nothing beautiful about Diana at all.
In his eyes, she was just another pest dressed in pretty fabric and expensive rouge, stepping on others to climb her way up. A manipulator and a schemer, who hides her true intentions as well as she hides the vicious smile on her lips. It was disgusting.
Sesshōmaru hardly saw any resemblance between Irene and Diana at all when they were both so different.
One saw beauty in the mundane and temporary, who appreciated the world for what it was, despite all the horrors that existed within it, and the other… only saw beauty in herself.
“Isn’t the world just so beautiful?”
Irene’s words didn’t make much sense to him back then, when she had asked him that. Yet her smile, bright as the sun itself, lingered in his memory, along with her question. All Sesshōmaru could respond with at the time was genuine curiosity. “What’s so beautiful about it?”
Beauty was a senseless notion, after all, one sought after by fools who were consumed by their own greed and lust. But there was more to it than that alone, and he never would have bothered to notice until it had been pointed out to him. It was not something simply found in the sheen of a powerful, well-tended sword, but in the world around him, subtle and timeless and so… temporary.
It was right beside him, taking root in the eyes of a most confusing and ridiculous woman. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, or perhaps he simply chose not to, but the way she smiled as sunlight peered through the branches, greeting him warmly and making her brown eyes glimmer like molten bronze as she awoke from death under the early morning sun, clung so strongly to the forefront of his mind whenever he thought about that conversation. The blood staining her form had done so very little to dull her glow.
Yes…
To his disbelief, Sesshōmaru found beauty… in Irene.
“Am I not more elegant, more fair? Eyes like the night, and long dark hair that sways in the wind… That woman and I share a resemblance, but I am most certainly the more beautiful!”
But, while that was so, there was nothing beautiful at all to be found about the pest that so seemed to resemble her. He cared not for that woman with the long hair and dark blue eyes, nor the fine robes and silk she adorned herself with. If anything, he had half a mind to take the robes and silk from her and hand them to the brown-eyed foreigner instead, but Irene was not one who enjoyed such… extravagance.
In truth, Sesshōmaru should have killed Diana there on the spot; for not only insulting him and the woman by his side, but for wearing that which did not belong to her and for sending Irene to slaughter.
But she was Irene’s ancestor… and he knew not if she was descended from this pest in particular. It was Irene who was insulted, so it was Irene who must deliver the punishment.
Irene… with her messy appearance and chestnut-colored eyes, which held only honesty and pure affection… was more beautiful than Diana could ever hope to be.
That, Sesshōmaru was certain of.
“I was raised as a noblewoman, but she- she’s no more than a vulgar… ruffian! Yet you do not wish to have me?”
Sesshōmaru had no interest in such things, and he would never lay claim to a human woman for as long as he should live.
“You’d prefer her!?”
But he did indeed prefer Irene to the pathetic wretch sobbing on the ground before him.
Irene was not so much a ruffian as she was gentle yet unrefined, and she was not so much vulgar as she was honest. Any who claimed otherwise were ignorant fools, and Sesshōmaru believed this to be fact. There were also flaws to be found in Diana’s statement; as Irene has made clear that she was educated. She is of noble heritage, but that of a fallen family. Her behavior is unrefined, but not without purpose. She is a woman from across the seas and time itself.
To call her vulgar or compare her to a ruffian… was wrong.
But when one is so inferior, how else should they react? Unlike with this copy, there was a beauty to be found in Irene. Even with her bloodied face and short hair, she was most certainly superior to this… ancestor of hers.
He had once wondered what beauty was like through her eyes…
Now, he knew.
It disturbed the demon lord a little, realizing he found Irene to be the answer- that she was beauty in and of itself. In her honesty, and in the warmth her chestnut-colored gaze held as she looked up at him. In the way relief crossed her foreign features when she saw him arrive to rescue her, and in the way a smile lit up her face upon hearing him simply call her name.
There was no denying it…
Sesshōmaru had seen it then, back when he rescued her from the dragon’s keep, and again when comparing her to that ridiculous ancestor of hers; dressed in full elegance, even wounded, Irene was, without a doubt, someone that many men would lose themselves attempting to obtain.
Someone they would be all too willing to break.
Irene was beautiful in a subtle way, much like her scent that was always so welcoming and gentle. He had noticed it when they first met- like a trail of fresh dewdrops guiding him forwards, towards the path he needed to go. Through the heavy scent of fear and pain, through the bloodshed and through the bodies of the undead, he found her, and he saw her, and had she not been there where he needed to be he may very well have let her die, but… he didn’t.
He didn’t even consider striking her with his claws or blade to make her move out of the way. There was something about her scent that made him pause… yet there was nothing at all remarkable about it. It was simply… soothing.
Soothing and almost… familiar, somehow.
Encountering her in that corridor was a turning point and the start of this… strange association, as the red string of fate would only continue to tie them together. Again and again, they would meet, where he would find her and rescue her, and where she would find him, battered and bruised and teetering on the brink of death, until the time of fate arrived for him to revive her. Irene has been by his side ever since, traveling with him and his wards.
She was an unusual mortal and an even more unusual woman, but as one hailing from a distant future it is none too surprising that she would be so.
Having listened to her stories, having rescued her very recently from such vermin, Sesshōmaru finally understood; Irene was a very comely woman, especially for a mortal, and it was evident that such beauty will only continue to make her a target.
How many men has it been now who have targeted her?
She mentioned a village headman, and then there were those bandits that tried to assault her. There was that foolish dragon that wished to marry her, and then there were all the filthy soldiers in the castle that had their eye on her. Not to mention the lord… whose right eye Sesshōmaru clawed out after a moment of consideration, as he was disgusted at the thought of how he might have looked at her.
Irene is truly an unfortunate mortal…
Or perhaps she was lucky, as she had Sesshōmaru of all demons to rescue her from such danger. For all her ferocity, she was, as he’s learned, very sensitive and gentle. Too much so for a world as harsh as this. It wasn’t at all a surprise she got captured as easily as she did.
Irene should have marred that copy’s face like how she tried to mar hers…
But she didn’t. Despite what was done, she settled only for giving her ancestor a light punishment, shaming Diana instead of completely humiliating her and ruining her chances at any further opportunities for a better marriage.
Irene must have felt scaring those vermin was punishment enough.
It was a bit disappointing, but what’s done is done and, at the very least, Sesshōmaru made sure that the human lord would never cause trouble again. That vermin would second guess every action he ever took from that moment on. He would flinch whenever he so much as glances at a woman, and his marriage to that pathetic copy will forever haunt him, for his bride holds similarities to the one who had caused his downfall. He would live his life tortured, never able to find peace.
But… why did Sesshōmaru do all that?
While insulted, he should not have lashed out in the way he did. He should have simply killed the mortals for their wrongdoings, rather than merely punishing them. He should have decapitated the vermin that touched Irene, and yet… death, at that moment, felt too merciful for such a pest.
Something in Sesshōmaru had wanted them to suffer for what they did.
He had wanted to gouge the eyes out of every single man who glanced her way, but settled only on removing one of the lord’s eyes to serve as a warning. He destroyed his kneecap, but left his manhood intact- as no offspring of his could ever serve as a threat to Sesshōmaru. He wanted him to regret ever trying to use her, to make him suffer the consequences of touching that which did not belong to him.
Irene was not someone who could be sold and used and abused. She was not someone who could be taken against her will.
The thought of someone trying made Sesshōmaru’s very soul burn.
No one will touch her.
No one will take her away.
No one will harm her.
Least of all Irene herself.
But… where is all this anger coming from?
“If I didn’t know any better, Sesshōmaru, I’d think you were “anxious” about her safety!” Sesshōmaru paused in his introspection, his little brother’s accusation suddenly coming to mind. He glanced back at the feverish and unconscious brunette laying on the grass in front of him, her beauty still prevalent even in her sickly state, before he stood up and tore his gaze away from her, hurriedly flying off in the direction he could sense his wards. “Just what is goin’ on here!? Do you love Irene or something!?”
Absolutely not.
The mere thought of such a thing was laughable, not to mention repulsive. As if he, Sesshōmaru, would have feelings for a mortal woman? The audacity to suggest such a thing was simply beyond comprehension.
Inuyasha proved himself to be a fool with every passing day, the words that come out of his mouth being complete and utter nonsense. His little brother sounded no different than that vermin, Naraku… and like the pathetic bandits that came crawling into the forest to threaten Irene.
Sesshōmaru is merely…
He is simply…
What is he doing?
Sesshōmaru’s actions didn't make any sense. This anger he’s feeling, this need for Irene to be safe; it frustrated him. It frustrated him as much as the accusations that his little brother and that impertinent monk pointed his way. He still isn’t sure why he reacted the way he did when Irene first fell unconscious; why he lunged for her as soon as her body went limp and began to fall sideways.
Why he clung to her so tight his claws dug into her fragile form. Why he found her to be the answer to the question he had asked himself.
But, whatever the reason was, it wasn’t because he had some kind of feelings for her. She was… merely under his protection. He does not care what her fate is- and it doesn’t bother him in the slightest that said fate is to return to her era. Whatever “more” there was to this and their strange association with one another, it was most certainly not that.
This anger that he feels… is not one born from something pointless and senseless such as love or concern. It is anger, because, as someone under his protection, an attack on her is an attack and challenge to him.
And Sesshōmaru can’t allow such an insult to pass.
His anger at the men that used her, towards his pathetic little brother who couldn’t protect her; there was no other possible explanation. Sesshōmaru does not love Irene. He was simply collecting what was due for the insults thrust upon him, and he is only now flying away to find Jaken to have him prepare proper medicine for Irene to take because she is still under his protection and he will not have her waste the life he so generously returned to her.
Having feelings for a mortal, nonetheless a priestess of all things…
Sesshōmaru let out a small scoff. “Ridiculous.”
Still, there was something unsettling about that heat radiating off of her. Humans are such fragile beings. Irene isn’t weak in the slightest, not where it counts, but she is frail. Her clear brown eyes had been so clouded earlier, and her skin felt so hot it was like fire was burning against his hand.
If that fever grows any worse…
No.
He gave her explicit orders. Irene is forbidden from dying until after his return. That ridiculous woman isn’t allowed to die again- not under his watch.
She will come to value her own life.
One way or another.
“Jaken!” It didn’t take long for Sesshōmaru to find the imp, as they weren’t too far off from where he had stationed Irene. Jaken had been sitting by Ah-Un, plucking the petals off of some purple flowers with a distraught look on his face while Rin solemnly collected berries.
Upon hearing his voice, Jaken and Rin both perked up, the pair swiveling their heads around to look at him. Tears welled up in the imp demon’s eyes. “Lord Sesshōmaru!?”
Rin gasped, a large smile finally painting that saddened face of hers. “Lord Sesshōmaru!”
Both ran towards him, though Rin was the only one to approach with the intention of hugging him. Her tiny arms wrapped around his left leg, the little girl crashing into him with a slight thump. “Welcome back, Lord Sesshōmaru! Did you-“
She looked up at him with excited eyes, but her smile soon faltered upon noticing he was alone.
“Is… Is Big Sister not with you?” Rin asked, loosening her hold and stepping back. She looked around, tiny hands about to crush the berries she had picked in her nervousness. When she saw there was no round-eyed brunette standing beside or behind him, Rin lowered her head, worrying her bottom lip with teary eyes. “I-I thought… you had left to find her. It’s been two days already, but… but Big Sister s-still hasn’t come back…”
“…You truly view that woman as an older sister, Rin?”
The child blinked at the question and lifted her head, surprised.
After a moment, contemplating her answer, Rin looked back down at the berries she was holding, her fingers stained blue and purple. “I… I do, yes.” She confessed. “I… really like Irene. It… It feels like I have a mom again. I know it’s… weird… a-and I shouldn’t think that way, I know she’s… not, but…” Her eyes began to well up with the tears, and Sesshōmaru watched with slightly softer eyes as she choked up, holding her hands close to her chest. “I-I miss her! I want Big Sister to come back to us already. She promised!”
Rin truly did adore that woman.
It was no wonder why she felt that way. Irene has been looking after the child as if she were her own. It was inevitable that Rin would form a familial attachment as a result of that.
But when the time came for Irene to return to her own time… just how would this child handle it? How will Irene handle it? That woman went so far as to fight with Inuyasha to try and look after Rin for a little while longer.
When she eventually leaves for good…
It was going to be a separation that hurt them both.
Despite knowing that, however, Sesshōmaru said no words to comfort the little girl. There was nothing he could say, as they would merely be empty promises, pointless and unwanted. So, instead, he turned to look at the imp demon who was giving Rin a look, squinting and glaring at her like he wanted to yell at her to stop her crying. “Jaken.”
Jaken jumped, snapping his head up and looking up at the demon lord with big eyes. “Y-Yes…?”
“You are well-versed in remedies and ailments, are you not?”
“H-Huh? O-Oh, yes! I most certainly am, M’lord!” Jaken let out a laugh, clutching his wooden staff and holding it close. He puffed out his chest, looking quite pleased that he may be able to be of some assistance. “I know how to cure many ailments! You don’t live to be my age without learning a thing or two. But, uh… w-why do you want to know?” He looked most curious, only to shrink underneath his master’s intense stare. “I-If it’s not too bold of me to ask…”
Sesshōmaru narrowed his eyes at the imp, before stating bluntly, “Irene is ill with fever.”
Rin gasped. All the berries she had picked tumbled to the ground as she smacked her hands to her mouth, horrified by this reveal, while Jaken just blinked. The imp let out a squawk and recoiled. “You… You want me… to make a remedy for that… that cruel and demanding woman!? Lord Sesshōmaru, why!?”
“Big Sister is sick!?” Rin cried, stepping forward, grabbing onto Sesshōmaru’s sashinuki hakama and shaking the fabric. “H-How bad is it!? Is she going to be okay!?”
At Jaken’s blatant insult, the demon lord’s expression darkened. “Jaken.”
Jaken flinched and scrambled backwards, the imp quickly ducking down and bowing his head. “F-Forgive me, M’lord. I-I said something most rude…”
“Can you make a remedy or can’t you?”
“…I-I most certainly can, but I’ll need the ingredients. Ah, and some of them must be collected alive! So… i-it’ll be rather difficult to…” When Jaken felt Sesshōmaru’s glare darken even further, the imp began to sweat, feeling as if years of his life were being stripped away. He tried to perk up, flashing his master as confident a grin as he could manage. “But i-if it’s for you, Lord Sesshōmaru, then I can certainly make it! I’ll create a remedy that will make even the sickest mortal feel better!”
Rin’s sniffled and looked back at Jaken, eyes wide, the little girl realizing this was the answer to her question. Looking up at Sesshōmaru, she released his hakama and stepped back, fiddling with her fingers as she glanced back-and-forth between him and Jaken.
If Jaken can make a remedy, then Irene will be okay.
She won’t die.
“That is all I ask.” Sesshōmaru glowered at the frightened imp. He turned around and began to walk away, only to pause. He glanced at Jaken from over his shoulder. “What… is this list of ingredients? Know that if you leave out a single one, or if this remedy fails to work…”
Jaken gulped, beady yellow eyes glistening with tears as he gripped his staff tight, once again questioning whether following Sesshōmaru was truly a wise decision. No matter how hard he tried to wrap his head around it, he just couldn’t understand what on earth his master saw in such a rude, homely woman.
“I will kill you.”
…
A sharp pain stung my neck.
It was a strange pain, yet not totally unfamiliar. There was a light tug to it, like a needle that would slowly drain blood from your arm during a hospital visit. Ticklish, light, and…
Uncomfortable.
Rising back into consciousness, the afternoon sun stinging my eyelids, I shifted and groaned, before weakly lifting a hand and smacking whatever was on my neck and then scratching it away, only to pause upon hearing a familiar groan. “S-So cruel, Irene… a-and after… everything I’ve done for you… eugh…”
Now that’s a voice I haven’t heard in a while. “Myoga?”
I rolled onto my side, watching with dazed eyes as the flea demon fluttered to the grass and picked his face up out of the ground. He sniffled and rubbed at his bruising cheek, glancing up at me, before pausing and just staring. “Is that… really you, Irene? It must be, your blood tastes the same as I remember, but you look… different.”
Different? “Oh… my hair’s longer now.”
My body may have stopped aging, but that didn’t mean my hair stopped growing. In a way, it kind of made sense, seeing as hair was often viewed as something spiritual. I know in older times, very much like the Muromachi period, hair was viewed as some kind of conduit to the divine and spiritual realms; and that such beliefs are a huge part in why cutting one’s hair could be seen as an act of shame. As such, my hair was probably unaffected by the spell Anastasia had cast, or perhaps… it was because of the Shikigami spirits that resided within my soul. It could be either or, really. Maybe the Shikigami themselves are making my hair grow.
I didn’t really care to think too much about it.
“Hmm, yes.” Myoga brought one of his many hands to his chin, squinting his eyes, as he crossed his other arms over his chest. “It does appear that way. I must say, long hair suits you very well, M’lady. You looked very lovely, especially in such a fine kimono.”
“…I look like a mess.” I choked out, cracking a weak smile. Myoga looked sympathetic. “But thanks. I appreciate… it. What… What’re you doing here?”
He bounded forward, moving closer and hopping onto my hand. Folding his many hands into his many sleeves, he took a seat on my knuckles, crossing his legs as he got comfortable, the flea demon clearly hoping to have a long conversation after so long of not seeing one another. “Why, to find you, of course! You may not know this, but Lord Inuyasha has been worried about you a great deal! I have been searching tirelessly, day and night, to find you and report to him on your wellbeing!”
Inuyasha…? Oh, no…
The mention of how much the half-demon worried about me was quick to put a damper on my mood. I looked away from Myoga, my heart weighing heavily in my chest.
Myoga… doesn’t know about the fight.
He has no idea how much Inuyasha hates me now.
“It is a great relief to see you alive!” Myoga exclaimed, continuing his greeting. I glanced back at him with sad eyes. “From what I understand, you were rescued by Lord Sesshōmaru… but that couldn’t possibly be so! Perhaps Lord Inuyasha was simply imagining things. You know he tends to let the blood rush to his head when his older brother is involved. That being said…”
The flea demon scooted closer, jumping onto my forearm.
“If it’s not too much trouble…” Myoga blinked at me, curiosity burning in his black gaze. “Might I ask you to regale me with the tale of what happened since you were separated at the castle? I am most curious as to what transpired during your time away! Have you been traveling alone all this time?”
“…N-No.” Ignoring the dizziness, I forced myself to sit up, grimacing a little before leaning against the basket. I looked around, my heart sinking deeper upon seeing that the silver-haired demon lord was nowhere to be seen. “I-I was… with Sesshōmaru.”
I looked back down at a surprised Myoga, a pitiful frown tugging at my lips.
“He… revived me with tenseiga.”
“…I beg your pardon?” Myoga gasped, his eyes growing so wide they practically bugged out of his skull. “Lord- Lord Sesshōmaru did? With… the tenseiga? He used the tenseiga!? The sword his father bequeathed to him!?”
“Yeah.”
“And he used it on you!?”
“Mmhm.”
“O-Oh my.” The flea demon seemed to have trouble processing this, stumbling backwards and plopping down onto my hand. Myoga pulled out a handkerchief, dabbing at his forehead. “I-I can’t believe this. Lord Sesshōmaru saved you… by using the tenseiga. The sword bestowed upon him by his father- the sword he despised all these years.”
“He’s protected me, too.” I murmured, and Myoga snapped his head up, eyes growing impossibly wider. “He saved me from being married off to a demon just yesterday, and… cut off the hand of a lord that tried to… force himself on me. Even clawed out one of his eyes.”
“Lord Sesshōmaru did?” Myoga asked once again, his voice almost a whisper in his disbelief. “Then… that means…”
I gave a tired shrug, flashing the flea a weak smile. “I’ve been traveling with him, yeah. He even gave me the kimono I’m wearing.”
Myoga was stunned into silence. “That… That is… very surprising to hear. Considering Lord Sesshōmaru’s great distaste for Lady Izayoi… not to mention humans in general… hmm.” He brought a hand to his chin, and I furrowed my brows, not at all recognizing the name that was mentioned. It was an extremely pretty name, too. “This is most unlike him. How… peculiar. My master would be most gladdened to hear of this news, however, were he still of this world. Oh, Master…”
The flea demon sniffled, dabbing at his eyes as a few tears formed.
“To think I would live to see the day that Lord Sesshomaru gained a bit of his great father’s compassion! I never would’ve believed him capable of such a thing! It’s a downright miracle…”
“S-Sesshōmaru’s always been…” Wait, hold on. “Who’s… Izayoi?”
“Hm?” Myoga blinked. Looking up at me, understanding dawned and he flashed me a warm smile. “Ah, yes, of course. Do forgive me. I forgot you haven’t been told all of the details yet. You see, Lady Izayoi is-“
The flea froze mid-sentence, his entire body shivering with what seemed to be a sense of impending dread. I could feel a familiar aura rise in the air, the demonic energy tickling my skin.
“-a story for another time!” He loudly declared, hopping off my hand and into the grass. “It was good seeing you, Irene! I’ll let Lord Inuyasha know you’re alive! Farewell for now!”
Myoga took off.
I didn’t have to look behind me to know Sesshōmaru was the reason why Myoga felt as though he needed to flee.
There was a surge of surprise that rushed through me at the demon lord’s presence, having not expected him to come back, and an even greater surge of relief upon realizing that he wasn’t actually leaving me to die of a fever. But, despite that relief, I couldn’t help but turn and give him a look from over my shoulder, still feeling quite betrayed from the way he burned the medicine bottle and left me to faint all by my lonesome. Sure, I don’t really expect much of anything from him in the way of caring about me, but…
That had been so mean.
I was practically pouting as the man approached. “No? Not… leaving me to die?”
Sesshōmaru ignored my comment, simply narrowing his eyes at me in place of a response. That was when I noticed something dangling from his hand. Confusion contorted my features at the sight of the wooden canteen, and I blinked, looking up at the dog demon in complete bafflement when he stopped in front of me and held it out by the string. “Drink this.”
“…O-Okay?” I hesitantly reached out to accept the offering, staring down at it with a bit of a dumb look on my face. “Thank… you?”
I don’t know much about what Myoga was talking about earlier, but this was definitely peculiar. It was even weirder than that day when Sesshōmaru decided to take the horse that accidentally died with us so Rin and I could have something decent to eat. I doubted this was an apology for melting the medicine bottle, so… what was it for?
“What even is this?” Tea, maybe? There’s a fresh stream ten feet away, so I know it’s not water.
Lifting the canteen up to my face, I sniffed it suspiciously before deciding to take a sip.
Instant regret.
The taste was so rancid it activated my gag reflex, and I lurched forward, smacking a hand over my mouth as I forced myself to swallow- and then I had to swallow again when bile tried to bubble its way up my throat. I stuck my tongue out and coughed into my sleeve, cringing. “Eugh-! Urk… ugh… o-oh, gods…! Wh-What the hell!?”
That was absolutely disgusting.
“Ugh…”
“Drink all of it.” Was Sesshōmaru’s only comment as he made his way over to the basket of supplies that was behind me.
I made a sour face as he began to remove the majority of the kitchen supplies from the basket, including the cooking pot, pan, and all the utensils. “What even is it?” I coughed. “It’s nasty!”
“Medicine.” He responded coolly, snapping off the last few knives and spoons. I stared, befuddled by his behavior and even more so by his words. “Something far more reliable than that poison you were so willing to ingest.”
“…That’s what this is about?” I exclaimed, incredulous. “The ibuprofen!?”
Sesshōmaru gave me a look from the corner of his eyes, glaring. “Drink.”
This man… was ridiculous in every sense of the word. “Seriously?”
Sesshōmaru turned to face me then, sitting on one knee with his right hand resting on the basket. I clamped my mouth shut immediately, intimidated by the way his taller form rose and hovered over me. He was staring me down, a demand in those sharp golden eyes of his.
He was going to make sure that I drank the rest of this horrid… potion… even if he had to force me to do so.
“O-Okay, okay!” My voice squeaked a little and I flinched, feeling my eyes tear up from the intensity of his stare. It was difficult holding his gaze for long, and I wasn’t sure if the burning in my cheeks was from my fever or something else. “I-I’ll drink it! Just… calm down, okay?”
He hummed at me, narrowing his eyes, and I realized very quickly that he wasn’t going to back away until he saw me finish the damn thing. Sesshōmaru was stubborn. But… why he was being so stubborn about this I didn’t really know.
I made a face as I looked back down at the canteen, nose scrunching as I reluctantly held it up to my lips again. I hesitated once, then twice- trying to brace myself for the horrid taste again and the very huge possibility that I might actually vomit- before deciding to just chug it all at once to get it over with.
It… was… awful.
I could feel myself wanting to gag within the first gulp, the liquid thick and the texture just all wrong for something that was supposed to be a drink. It was like drinking some kind of… vegetable juice that had the texture of cottage cheese, and it had this disgustingly iron-like flavor buried in. I had half a mind to shake Sesshōmaru senseless for making me drink this monstrosity, but I knew it wouldn’t do anything.
In the end, I just gripped the rim of the basket and kept chugging, stopping only to gasp for air and then dropping the empty canteen on the ground as I smacked a hand over my mouth, hunched over as I gasped and gagged and tried my absolute hardest not to vomit.
“Euggghh- urk! U-Ugh… eugh… oh, I hate it.” I whimpered, tears stinging my eyes, voice cracking. “I hate it, I hate it- eughhh, I’m g-gonna hurl…”
“Don’t be so dramatic.” Sesshōmaru said, watching me fall forward until I collapsed on my side, groaning exaggeratedly in my disgust. “You’ll be fine.”
“Why do you hate meeeeee?” I whined. “It’s so baaaaad. Ugh….”
The demon lord was silent.
When he didn’t give me a response, I looked up at him, seeing him still kneeling down beside me. The look on his face was a strange one, the man twisting his features back into one of his usual masks. I couldn’t read what he was thinking at all, and he was just staring at me the entire time.
Unable to handle the intensity of his gaze, I turned away, but as I did so the demon lord finally spoke. “That little pest- Myoga…”
Oh?
“He was here. What did he want with you?”
“…He was looking for me.” I made myself mumble, not really wanting to talk about it. I’m surprised Sesshōmaru was even asking me about it. I thought he was just going to pretend the flea was never here at all, but apparently not. “He said… H-He said Inuyasha was worried, and… that he didn’t believe I actually left with you at Naraku’s castle, so… he wanted to see if I was okay.”
Not that it even matters anymore.
Inuyasha hates me now.
I buried my face in my left arm, shifting into a more comfortable position. The hollow in my chest grew broader, and the back of my throat tightened as I stared lifelessly at the grass below me. The afternoon air felt far warmer than it should be. I found my fingers tugging at a few blades of grass. “Heh. Hehe… Myoga’s… gonna be really surprised when he finds Inuyasha.” A bitter smile crossed my lips. “Considering… how much he hates me now…”
He’s going to regret putting so much effort into finding me, seeing as his master no longer cares about whether or not I’m okay.
It was just a waste of time on his part now.
“Are you truly that broken up about Inuyasha’s silly little tantrum?” Sesshōmaru asked, and despite the disgusting flavor on my tongue, I couldn’t help but pause at his words, alarmed by the question and hurt by the sheer harshness and insensitivity of it.
“...Silly?” Slowly lifting my head, I craned my neck up to stare at the demon lord, pain and disbelief writing across my face. Hardly able to believe what I just heard, I pushed myself up with my arms, utterly baffled as I echoed with a bit more strength in my tone, “Silly?”
Sesshōmaru had not a trace of remorse or sympathy on his face. He just stared down at me, cold and almost… spiteful? No, not spiteful. I was reading that look wrong. It was something else.
It was almost as if he felt insulted somehow.
“Was it not?” The demon lord inquired coldly. “Inuyasha couldn’t handle his own failures and decided to take his insecurities about his inferiorities out on you. It was as pitiful as it was pathetic. And now here you are, taking his silly tantrum to heart.”
A moment’s pause, and then…
Sesshōmaru narrowed his eyes. “Tell me, Irene; do you always let the words of fools get to you so?”
Did he seriously just ask me that? “How… How is he a fool? How was that a tantrum!?”
I pushed myself up onto my knees, giving Sesshōmaru a look, stunned by his insensitivity towards this matter, but even more alarmed by how easily he was pushing aside his own brother’s feelings. I knew they didn’t get along, and it was obvious they had a bad relationship to begin with, even without them going after each other with swords, but this?
To call something that hurt Inuyasha so deeply silly?
“You… You hurt him!” I choked out, smacking a hand to my chest, tears beginning to sting my eyes once more as I recalled the argument with painful clarity. “For years, probably! And I… I chose to go with you! I knew that you hurt him, that you’ve… tried to kill him before, and I decided to go with you anyway! H-He was my friend, and I… I betrayed him! And… you’re saying him being upset about that is… silly!?”
Sesshōmaru was silent.
Seeing his expression harden into a carefully fixed mask, I felt my incredulousness and disbelief grow into a frustrated and very hurt rage. By calling Inuyasha’s feelings silly, he was implying that my heartache over being hated by the half-demon was also silly.
He was dismissing both of our feelings.
“I-Is he not allowed to be hurt!?” I asked, lips curling back in a slight snarl. “Am I not allowed!? Inu… Inuyasha was my friend. A-All the friends I had before coming here were… liars a-and… and traitors, and… and he was the first real friend I ever had! Sure, Inuyasha… and I didn’t get along very well, but… but he cared! I cared! That’s more than I can say about all those jerks back home who just pretended! B-But even though I knew… that you hurt him… I still wanted to travel with you! I wanted to be with you! And… you’re saying he’s not allowed to be hurt by that? That… I’m not allowed to be hurt by him hating me?”
The sob had lodged itself in my throat, my face so hot I couldn’t even feel the tears as they fell. Whatever was in that potion I drank seemed to give me some energy, but… it definitely wasn’t helping with this situation. What little remained of my broken heart began to shatter and fall to pieces as I went off on the demon lord, the shards brittle and fragile and so hard to pick back up. They kept slipping out of my grasp, only cutting me deeper the more I tried to put them back together.
I was so happy… when Sesshōmaru came to rescue me. I had been so happy to learn that I could rely on him, and that… if I screamed for him, he would come running. To know I wouldn’t be alone, that I wouldn’t have to face danger alone, and that he would come rescue me if I called for him, had filled my heart with such… indescribable warmth and joy.
But this…
This was unforgivable. “Wh-What about you, then? Huh!?”
I watched through teary eyes as Sesshōmaru’s gaze sharpened, the demon lord clearly wanting to know what I meant by that.
Being abandoned, being alone, was the one thing I feared the most. I had been so scared that Sesshōmaru would hate me, just to be so relieved that he didn’t, only to learn that his brother did instead. But now…
This… confrontation…
There was only one ending to it that I could foresee.
But I can’t keep quiet anymore. It was just too painful.
“You… were hurt by your dad, weren’t you?” At my accusation, the demon lord’s expression hardened, his gaze cold and burning all at once, silently demanding I cease speaking, but I kept going, leaning forward with curled back lips and a trembling voice. “You felt betrayed by him! He gave you what you… what you deemed the “weaker” sword, and you took that hurt out on Inuyasha! You still take it out on him! So… So you don’t get to mock me for being hurt by your brother, when you were hurt by your dad!”
It was evident even without the spike of demonic aura that Sesshōmaru was angry.
No…
That doesn’t even begin to cover what he was feeling. Sesshōmaru was downright furious. I could see it in his eyes, in the subtleties in which his features shifted- the downtilt of his lips into a barely restrained snarl, and the way his golden eyes seemed to bleed a bit blue around the slit pupils.
“Irene…” He was acting like a dog who had been kicked, and was trying so hard not to snap out and bite its attacker, his voice a thick growl in his effort to speak through his rage. “That is enough.”
The harshness of his stone and intensity of his glare startled me, and I inhaled sharply in response, frightened by this version of Sesshōmaru I’ve never seen before. I’ve been intimidated by him before, but never have I actually been truly scared of him. It activated my fight-or-flight response, and I just froze, not backing away and instead bracing myself for the worst.
He was furious.
Fury often follows with violence.
Violence often follows with screaming.
That’s how it always went. Whenever I back-talked someone, whenever I tried to defend myself, they would lash out and attack. For as restrained as Sesshōmaru has been so far he was still incredibly upset, so it wouldn’t surprise me if even he decided to follow that very same pattern. I had truly crossed the line, after all.
Honestly, being hit was the least bad thing that could happen for how harshly I was calling him out and for the immense disrespect I was showing him, but I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t expecting him to slash at me with his claws.
Sesshōmaru… has been good to me so far, but I’ve always known it wouldn’t last.
This ending was inevitable. I was always bound to say something that made him hate me. “You don’t… know what it feels like to be alone.” I bit out, the words strangled and caught in my throat as I forced myself to keep speaking. His golden gaze was burning into my brown one, and for once the demonic aura, which I had always taken such comfort in, had made my spine tingle with fright. My entire body was braced for any potential oncoming abuse. “To… To be abandoned. To be hated. You don’t… know how scary it is, o-or… how cold and… empty it feels. S-So…”
Deep breaths. Don’t back down now.
If this is how I die, I’ll die with a proper ending. “If you aren’t going to say anything nice, don’t…” I swallowed thickly. “Don’t say anything about it at all.”
Sesshōmaru did not respond.
He simply continued to glare at me, and I wasn’t sure if I was sweating from fear or if it was from the tears staining my face. Clenching my jaw, every single muscle in my body tensed, my fingers gripping tight to the kimono I was wearing, and I found myself all too aware that I might be dying in the kimono he gave me. Truly, the most incredible irony. To be killed by the man who gave me the clothes I’m wearing now, after he rescued me for no other reason than because he could.
My luck… truly was the worst.
At least it’s him, though. I’d rather it be Sesshōmaru to kill me than Anastasia any day. Sorry, Maria…
And…
Rin.
I was breaking my promise to her.
I’m so sorry, Rin.
When Sesshōmaru began to move, lifting his hand, all the muscles I had tensed in preparation of being hit seemed to panic. I couldn’t stop myself from flinching back and ducking my head, squeezing my eyes tightly shut as I braced myself for pain and for death. Yet, as I did so, I heard the rustle of his clothes freeze for just a few seconds before he continued to move. When pain didn’t come and I realized I could still feel my heart pounding in my chest, I tentatively opened my eyes to see him turning away from me, hoisting the basket up onto his right shoulder.
I stared up at Sesshōmaru with wide eyes, wondering what he was doing and why he didn’t lash out the way I expected, but the look he gave me over his shoulder barely lasted two seconds before he was walking away again.
It… was an unfamiliar look, one I’ve never seen on his face before. Knitted brows and a deep frown, and something… else, something that wasn’t rage, burning in his eyes. I wasn’t entirely sure what that look meant. But… I knew it couldn’t have meant anything good.
Sesshōmaru was leaving, after all, and taking with him the first-aid kit and the food I bought for Rin.
Was he… leaving for good now? For real this time?
I…
I suppose that makes sense. He gave me back my life, using a sword he despised, so he saw little sense in taking it away. It would be a waste of effort and time to him. Why bother killing me, when he could just let nature take its course?
It’s fine. This is fine.
I can’t blame him for it. He never really liked having me around, anyway.
It’s… fine.
Things were always going to end like this, so… there’s no point in being upset over it.
That’s what I told myself, at least, but there was no stopping the wave of emotions that came crashing down on me, flooding me and drowning me in their misery. It started with just the tears. But the tears quickly followed with hiccups, and then an uncontrollable sob, the heartache tearing through my body like blades of wind, harsh and cruel and far too sharp. I shook and I trembled, and I fell forward with a wail, hands digging into my arms as I cried, sobbing in insurmountable grief at the fact that I just lost two of the most important people in my life so soon after the other.
It was my fault. I know it was. I spoke my mind and made the decision. I chose to confront Sesshōmaru about his insults when I should’ve just stayed silent and kept my anger to myself. It always felt like a blessing to be around him, but now it felt a little bit more like a curse. His presence gives me confidence, and I feel as though I can actually speak my mind when I’m with him. But now…
I’ve ruined everything.
Even though it’s… not… entirely my fault.
If he never said such a cruel thing, I wouldn’t have had to speak up like that.
But… it was surprising he didn’t actually lash out at me for what I said. I thought he would at least backhand me in the mouth or something. He didn’t even raise his voice that much, even though he didn’t hesitate in doing so with Inuyasha. Even gone, he’s still confusing me.
It’d be so much easier to accept he hates me if he just hurt me.
Sniffling and hiccuping, I wiped at my burning face with my sleeves. “Jerk face…”
Maybe Inuyasha was right…
I really am an idiot.
The bushes to the far left rustling snapped me out of my thoughts. I jolted and snapped my head up, looking in that direction with wide eyes. I wasn’t sure how long I was crying, but I felt dazed and my face was burning red hot from the overexertion. I watched, both tired and very alarmed, as someone I didn’t recognize came stumbling out into the open.
He was dressed similarly to Miroku, but the kesa tied around his black kimono was brown instead of purple. He carried a wooden staff with a golden ornamental piece sitting on top, similar yet very different from Miroku’s, as it lacked the multiple rings. A straw hat rested atop his shaved head, and a basket, similar yet far more rectangular than my own, hung from his back.
A monk.
And said monk was… staring right at me, eyes wide as could be. “I-Is… that you, Princess?”
“...Huh?”
He stared at me for a minute more. I tensed, pushing myself up onto my knees, bracing myself for if I needed to make a run for it. Considering my track record with villagers, I wasn’t exactly fond of people, and while I haven’t run into any mean monks yet that doesn’t mean it isn’t a possibility. “You’re not… no. You’re not Princess Diana, are you?”
Oh.
Oh, gods.
Say it isn’t so.
My expression quickly grew hostile. “The name’s Irene. What do you want?”
“I was… searching for the stream.” He hesitantly confessed, and the longer he looked at me the more confused he seemed to grow. “My… fellow monks and I were looking for a place to make camp for the night. Demons like to come out when it gets late, you see.”
Fellow monks? There’s more nearby?
Sesshōmaru just left and already I’m in trouble. Damn it. I don’t think I can fight like this.
All I could really do was scoot closer to the cooking ware behind me, fumbling for something to grab and settling for what utensil was closest. A cooking ladle. It was a good thing Sesshōmaru left the cooking ware behind, though it did make me wonder why he didn’t take them with him. He was more than capable of carrying it all.
The monk, noticing my apprehension, hesitated, but then he saw the bandages on my face and the feverish flush across my cheeks. He stepped forward, gesturing to the direction he came from. “A-Are you hurt? You look unwell. M-My master is nearby, and he is well-versed in medicine. I can go fetch him for you!”
“...H-How many?”
“I’m sorry?”
Swallowing thickly, I gripped the ladle tightly, a part of me wishing it had been a knife. “How… How many are there of you?”
Realization flashed across his young face. He didn’t look that much older than Sesshōmaru or even Miroku himself. “Oh, of course! My apologies. There are eight of us. Seven apprentices and one master. Please, be not afraid, Miss Irene.” The monk offered a warm smile, bringing a hand to rest against his chest. “It is our duty to help others. I shall return soon with my master.”
Um, no… thank you.
As soon as the monk was gone, I turned around and hurriedly began stacking everything into the cooking pot as best as I could. It was very exhausting, and I found myself getting dizzy as the heat in my face worsened. My heart was pounding in my ears.
If these monks attacked me, there would be no getting out of it. Even if I screamed for him, there was no way Sesshōmaru would come to save me. I was on my own.
But that was fine.
Dumping all the utensils in and stuffing my furoshiki inside as well because I was not losing my kimonos again, I began to drag the cooking pot while still on my knees. Wheezing and sweating, I pulled and pulled, and only made it about two trees away before I heard the rustling of footsteps and unfamiliar voices. Panicking, I immediately lunged to hide behind the tree, tugging the cooking ware close and out of view, before fumbling for a knife.
Glancing out to the side, I watched as several monks came walking into view of the stream, one much older and dressed a bit fancier than the rest- his kesa purple and gold unlike the seven apprentices’ plain brown ones. I had no doubt that he was the master of the group of monks.
My grip on the knife tightened.
Just try it. I won’t let myself be taken away or attacked again. I’m not gonna fall for it.
I don’t care if they are monks like Miroku; most people can’t be trusted. I’ve learned that the hard way. I’m not even sure if I’ll let myself enter a village that isn’t Kaede’s after everything I went through yesterday. I can’t go anywhere without someone trying to attack me or take advantage of me.
“Around here, you say?” The older monk asked, glancing around the area and tipping his straw hat up to get a good look at where the apprentice said he saw me. “And she resembled the princess?”
“Y-Yes, Master Ungai!” The young man exclaimed, walking over to where I had been originally resting. My breathing hitched, seeing him kneel down and touch the ground. “ The young miss said her name was Irene. She was by this tree… surrounded by cooking ware and- look! This bow and these arrows are hers, as well!”
Damn it. I forgot to grab them.
My fever is affecting more than just my body, it seems- or maybe it was my concussion to blame? I can’t really tell. Of course, it could just be that my mind is mush from all the crying I did. My eyes are still burning,
Hurriedly moving out of sight, I leaned back behind the tree and attempted to steady my breathing. I was almost certain the monks were looking in this direction now. “She can’t have gone far…”
“Why did she run?” Another monk wondered. “If she was injured and unwell, surely she would be looking for help?”
“She seemed afraid.” I heard the first apprentice monk say. “Her injuries may not have been caused by a demon, but by a fellow human. I can not see why she would be so scared of an apprentice monk like myself, otherwise…”
“Hmm. Bandits, perhaps?” Master Ungai mused.
No, it was by that princess you all keep mentioning. How do they even know about her? They aren't… working for her, are they?
“It is alright, young miss!” I flinched when Master Ungai raised his voice, the older man calling out to try and talk to me. “We mean you no harm. We are simply concerned for your well being. There used to be a river demon around these parts, you see, and the evil spirits who served him may still be lurking nearby. It is dangerous for a young maiden such as yourself to rest here alone! Please, come out! Allow us to tend to your wounds.”
What? A river demon? Are they… talking about Ryūno?
Did they kill Ryūno?
He was able to stand against Sesshōmaru; there was no way a bunch of random monks could take him down. Right? There’s no way.
I didn’t necessarily like the guy, sure, but it wasn’t as if he intended to scare me. He was just misled, misunderstanding the entirety of my situation, and wanted to help me in the only way he knew how- and in a way that would potentially help mend his broken heart. He wasn’t bad, just… confused? I guess. I didn’t hate him like I hated the lord of Asagiri castle, at the very least. He had been kind to me during the time I was trapped in his lair.
Of course, that doesn’t really excuse him coercing me into marrying him, but… it is the warring states era. He could have done a whole lot worse, yet actively chose not to.
Because of that, I don’t really like the idea of him dying.
“Young miss?” Footsteps. They were getting closer. “Are you still here?”
Not good. Very not good.
My hands were shaking, my fingers sweating against the knife handle. I’ve never stabbed anyone before.
I’m not even sure if I can stab someone.
“Young miss?” I flinched, the older monk’s voice far too close for comfort. Blinking the haze away, I turned to see his shadow right next to me, the falling sun changing the direction the shadows fell and making his presence all too known. The monk, Ungai, had stopped right before my tree. “I am Master Ungai, a monk that travels the lands in hopes to aid others and to purify the evil that lurks in this world. We merely wish to help you… so why do you run from us so?”
Swallowing thickly, I didn’t answer, keeping my eyes locked on his shadow for any suspicious movement. He took a step closer, then stopped when he saw my shadow twitch.
“Do you… have any travel companions?” He carefully asked. “Are you out here alone? Who hurt you? Was it a demon?”
“...No.”
“No?”
Gods, why am I so scared? The only monk I’ve ever encountered has been Miroku; I shouldn’t be this panicked. He was a pervert, but he wasn’t a bad person. For all I knew, the same could be said about these men.
But… that was where the difference lies.
Miroku was only one man. There were eight monks total. I was severely outnumbered.
Sesshōmaru…
No. I quickly dismissed the demon lord from my mind. He isn’t going to save me. He left. He hurt me and I hurt him, and he left me alone. I could survive fine alone, so long as I didn’t go into any villages and so long as I wasn’t ambushed by a certain undead ancestor and a pair of demonic incarnations. That wretched mirror was my mortal enemy.
If I can just take the head monk out, the others might run away from fear.
The only problem is that… I don’t know if I’ll be able to. I’ve never killed a human before. I’ve always hesitated before doing so. I might just have to settle for threatening them instead.
“Young miss…” Master Ungai paused, daring to take one step closer so he could actually see me. Brown eyes glanced up to meet curious black. “Are you perhaps… Lady Diana?”
That question was the final straw that made me snap.
Before he knew what was happening, I was already lunging, shooting up onto my feet and tackling him with alarming speed. The knife was held away so neither of us got hurt, but his back hit the ground with a loud and painfully rough thud. I was quick to roar, a hand to his shoulder to keep him pinned, and I moved to press the blade to his throat. His black eyes widened, the monk inhaling sharply, but the man named Ungai did not try to push me away.
“Don’t call me that!” I snapped, lips curling back in a growl, the fear evident in my eyes despite my angry expression. As I spoke, memories of what happened flooded me, and I could feel the tears hot on my cheeks as I glared down at the suspicious monk. “The name is Irene! How do you even know her!? Are you with her!? Did Diana send you!?”
“Master Ungai!” One of the monks cried out.
Another stepped forward, alarmed, looking like he wanted to intervene but was unsure of how to do so without causing the situation to escalate. “Master!”
“Wh-What are you doing to Master Ungai!?” A third demanded, absolutely terrified I was about to slice open his mentor’s throat. “Unhand him!”
Ungai simply lifted a hand in the air, carefully steadying his breathing as he watched me glare down at him with fierce eyes. I probably resembled that of a frightened animal, but I didn’t really care. I just wanted them to leave me alone, but I also needed to know if they were actually a threat to me or not. Them knowing who Diana is, and seeing her face in mine, was a massive red flag.
“Stay back!” The older monk ordered his apprentices.
“But… But Master!” The one that found me protested. “She’s-“
“Do as I say!”
The apprentices all shared looks of uncertainty and fear, before hesitantly backing away. I tightened my grip on the knife handle, breathing uneven, my vision dancing with spots and my heart pounding in my ears. I regretted hurting Inuyasha the way I did, but I regretted even more making Sesshōmaru hate me too. I was losing everyone I cared about, one after another.
Even sweet little Rin…
I had no doubt that she was going to ask Sesshōmaru where I was and why I didn’t return with him, but… she’ll forget me eventually. She’s just a kid. I doubt I made that strong of an impact on her heart, and… when I go back to my world… everyone else will forget me, too.
They’ll replace me soon enough.
Even if they say they won’t.
Lips curling in another growl, I leaned down, digging my fingers into the older monk’s shoulder. “Answer. The. Question. Did Diana send you?”
“So… you aren’t the princess.” Master Ungai calmly observed, the brown chestnut color of my eyes undeniable this close. He was incredibly brave for an old man with a blade to his neck. “Are you… a relative, perhaps? You look… remarkably similar. Why do you believe the princess sent me?”
“How do you know her, then!?”
Master Ungai didn’t answer right away, simply observing me, and he craned his head back when I pressed the knife closer, the blade daring to nick his skin just slightly. “We were… called to the castle to help exorcize a demon that had been… threatening the princess. Yet, upon arriving yesterday morning, we were informed that matter was being taken care of by someone else.”
“Hah!” I couldn’t help but laugh at that, raising my brows and plastering on a weary, bitter smile. The adrenaline was running strong, but my head was pounding just as harshly. “Is… Is that what she said? Did she… tell you how that matter… was being handled? Hm?”
The monk was silent, his brows furrowing as he stared up at me. He caught the spite in my tone almost immediately, and realized right away what I was implying.
“…No.” Master Ungai murmured, his voice a few levels quieter. “The princess did not.”
I was silent for a moment, before feeling all my rage drain out of me. I felt horrible, threatening a monk like this. He was hardly a threat. If he wanted to overpower me or hurt me, he would’ve and could’ve done so already. I was just lashing out due to fear. Staring down at him, seeing not a hint of malice in his eyes, my shoulders slumped and I loosed my hold on the knife. “Of course she didn’t…”
A tired sigh left my lips.
Feeling utterly defeated, I pulled the knife away fully and sniffled. A wetness dripping off my chin made me realize I was still crying. “W-Well… you’re welcome. The demon… The demon isn’t a threat anymore. I took care of it.” On the bright side, I now know that they didn’t kill Ryūno- although, even if they tried, I’m fairly certain he would’ve just killed them. “And… And I got back my kimonos that she stole from me. So…”
I looked up at the apprentice monks standing stiffly about ten feet away, reaching up with my left sleeve to wipe at my face. Lifting the dagger away from their master, they all seemed to relax, but tensed up again when I pointed it at them, hand still shaking.
“Shoo! I-I don’t… I don’t need help! I’ll… leave your master alone so… leave me alone! Just go away! I’m fine!”
A bit dizzy, but otherwise fine.
“Of course.” Master Ungai quickly agreed. I looked down at him, brows furrowing at his cooperation. He had a hand wrapped protectively around his throat now that he no longer had a blade pressed against it. “You are a… priestess, are you not? I can sense a unique spiritual power from you… but you dress like a demon slayer. I am certain you are capable of surviving alone... especially if what you say about the river demon is true.”
“...Y-Yeah.” I gave a tentative nod at that, slowly lowering the knife and moving to get off of him. I struggled to stand, wobbling a little before leaning against the tree, the pounding in my skull getting worse and the black spots dancing more stubbornly, gathering in number. My words were irritatingly breathless. “I’m… I’m fine. I-I’ve killed… dozens of demons before, so…”
Another shaky inhale. A small hiccup.
I wiped at my face again, sniffling, cursing myself for missing Sesshōmaru as much as I was. “I-I’m okay. It’s… It’s humans who are the problem.”
“Humans, you say? Hmm.” Master Ungai cautiously sat up, furrowing his brows upon hearing me say that. “So the princess did indeed give you those wounds.”
“…H-Her lord’s men did, yeah. She’s a…really shitty relative.” Not the first one I’ve dealt with, but definitely the worst.
“I see.” Slowly rising up onto his feet and dusting off his robes, Master Ungai picked up his staff that had fallen when I tackled him. He looked at me with curious eyes. “What… is your name, young miss?”
Gripping the knife again, I gave him a look, still feeling quite threatened. I held the kitchen blade outwards, tensing and shifting my feet into a shaky stance. The older monk seemed unbothered by the threat, simply offering me a surprisingly gentle smile as he patiently awaited my response. “I… I already told you. I-It’s Irene.”
“Well, Lady Irene…” He reached into his robes, pulling out a small cloth pouch. “If you are willing, I would be happy to brew you a cup of medicinal tea. I have some herbs that may just help with that fever of yours.”
What? “Are… Are you serious?”
“Quite so.”
“Uh…” Dumbfounded, wondering if this was some kind of ploy to poison me, as I had just held a knife to this man’s throat not five minutes ago, I lowered my weapon. I made a face, hesitant and unsure. There was no malice in his eyes, and I’m not sensing anything particularly unpleasant from him. But he was also just so calm it was kind of unnerving. “O-Okay…? I guess… that’d be fine. Thank you?”
“Then we must prepare some water and boil it.” Master Ungai smiled and nodded, before turning to his apprentices. “See, men? There was nothing at all to fear.”
“A-Absolutely incredible, Master Ungai!” One of the apprentices exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “You weren’t afraid at all!”
“That was amazing, Master!”
“Are you unharmed, Master Ungai?”
Well… this felt kind of insulting.
Expression falling into something neutral, I watched skeptically as Master Ungai shook his head at his apprentices. He glanced back at the stream. “This is as good a place to make camp as any.”
Master Ungai offered me one last smile.
“Come, why don’t you sit down? You should rest.”
You know what…?
I’m too tired to care anymore.
Notes:
The parents be fighting. T_T
Sess just needs some time to cool his head, I'm sure. Man's not used to being called out like that. He is the hurted. Irene, on the other hand... baby girl, please stop self-destructing. Oof. You were doing so well! But it's kinda hard not to after what happened with Inuyasha... and Sess doesn't like to let his emotions be know after losing his arm. DOUBLE OOF. Baby girl Rin misses Irene so much.
..I've read and edited Sess' pov so many times it's all just blending together now. T_T
MASTER UNGAI!??? YOU'RE HERE EARLY.
Wonder how that's gonna go?
As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! Let me know what you think in the comments. 💕💕💕 Your comments give me life. :3
Chapter 48: A Familiar Voice
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
I didn’t particularly trust the monks, but I didn’t have many other options.
Instead of moving into the open area, I simply took a seat by the tree I was already next to. My actions seemed to have surprised Master Ungai, but given the fact that I held a knife to his throat only five minutes ago it was probably the least of his worries. The older monk stared down at me for a moment, clearly curious as to why I sat down here instead of closer by the stream, but decided not to question it.
Maybe he realized I didn’t trust them yet?
One of the bolder apprentices kindly carried my bow and quiver over to me, along with the silk robes that had been left by the stream, and he set them down by my cooking supplies, while another apprentice left to collect some firewood. A third opened the straw pack that was on his back and pulled out a small pot, filling it with water.
It was rather surprising to see him have one, given monks normally only carried the bare minimum- but he was just an apprentice. Maybe he had a bit more leniency in what all he was allowed to carry on his person. He also looked to be the youngest of the group…
Hm.
Well, it isn’t any of my business.
Knife still in my grasp, I leaned my head back against the tree and sighed, glancing tiredly to the side. My head was throbbing with a painful stubbornness, and my eyes felt puffy as all hell. My entire body burned as though it were on fire. Mentally and physically, I was exhausted, and I felt so emotionally drained after all that crying I did. It was no surprise I had fallen sick from all the stress.
Today, yesterday, and even the day before…
So much has happened in such a short amount of time, and now… I was alone.
I left my friends to travel with Sesshōmaru, but now Sesshōmaru hates me. I can’t go back to my friends because Inuyasha also hates me, and being around one another would just be painful. We would be so busy arguing that nothing would get done, and chances are we would just put ourselves in more danger because of it.
Should I…try the wolf demon tribe? Kōga might let me stay with them. I haven’t seen him since the swamp, after he accused and then cleared me of being a murderer, but he might be okay with it. He looked after Maria, after all, and he wasn’t a bad guy.
Although… there was that bit Kagome said about his wolves maybe being the wolves that attacked Rin’s village… but it wasn’t like Kōga himself attacked her so it should be fine. We don’t even know for sure if they were his wolves- and, even if they are, he doesn’t let his wolves attack humans anymore. He’ll never go near Rin again, anyway.
Kōga’s probably my best option right now…
Though relying on him might put his tribe at risk again. We’ve already seen what Anastasia was willing to do to lure me out and trap me. It’ll be too dangerous for me to go to them.
Some of his men might still hold a grudge…
Let’s not go to Kōga.
Maybe… I should try heading back to Kaede’s Village? I know she’ll at least give me a place to stay. It might be uncomfortable whenever Inuyasha and the others show up there to rest and recover their strength while Kagome goes back home, but we don’t have to see each other. Inuyasha and I can avoid one another easily enough at the village.
At least… this way… I’ll be able to spend a little more time with Kagome, Sango, Miroku, and Shippō before Maria and I go back to our time.
It’ll be lonely, but…
Being alone is something I’m accustomed to.
A shadow blocking out the falling sun snapped me out of my thoughts. I slowly turned and lifted my head to stare blankly at the apprentice who had found me earlier. He knelt down and smiled at me kindly, a leaf-wrapped onigiri in his palm. “Are you hungry?” He inquired, holding the rice out to me. “Please, eat this. You must recover some strength in order to recover fully.”
“...Don’t you need it?”
The young man chuckled. “It’s past the time we’re allowed to eat. It was an offering from a passing merchant, but it’ll just go to waste in my hands.”
I… suppose that’s fair.
Staring at the apprentice for a moment more, I glanced down at the onigiri he was trying to give me and then at the knife I was still holding. Worrying my bottom lip, I reluctantly decided to move and place the knife with the other cooking ware. I noticed the apprentice tensed when I did that, but he quickly relaxed when he saw I was just putting the blade away.
As if to show I meant no harm, all the while silently telling the monk I was accepting the food with this one gesture, I held my hands out to him.
The apprentice’s smile widened.
He set the onigiri carefully in my palms, making sure our hands did not touch. “Master Ungai is preparing the medicinal tea now! Yarrow leaves are very good for fever, you see. You can trust him! He’s incredible at what he does.”
I didn’t respond, simply nodding as I took a tentative bite out of the onigiri, chewing slowly as a solemnity crossed my face, a pain gripping and crushing the shattered heart within my chest.
The monk, noticing my expression, quickly grew concerned. “...Lady Irene? What’s wrong?”
The words I tried to speak were strangled, caught by the lump stuck in my throat. It took way too long for me to actually say them. And despite all the tears I’ve already cried, there were apparently still more left to shed. “Th-Thank… Thank you…”
Sniffling, I took another bite of the onigiri, and then another, and then another, until the rice grains were sticking to my lips and my cheeks were stuffed full, failing to completely muffle the sobs as I choked on the food.
“A-Ahm thowwy…” Another hiccup. “Ahm tho thowwy…!”
I brought my arms up to my face, curling into a ball as I began to cry again, sobbing into my sleeves. There was no doubt I was receiving some strange looks, that most if not all of the monks were glancing this way, but no one other than the apprentice I was already speaking to tried to approach me. His voice was soft as he spoke, a gentleness to it caused by sympathy and a wish to understand. “You were afraid, miss. It is alright. Fear is only a temporary state of mind.”
Choking on the tears, I had to force myself to swallow the rice, and I just shook my head before wiping at my face again.
“Is… that not what you were apologizing for?”
Knees pulled up to my chest, I just rested my chin on my arms, not really looking at him as I strangled back the sob. “I… I almost… killed your… your master!”
“But you didn’t.”
“I was going to… i-if he… tried anything.”
The apprentice monk faltered at that, but he quickly offered another smile. “Perhaps so… yet you chose to show mercy and spare his life. That took great courage, Lady Irene.”
Courage… or cowardice?
There was a fine line between the two, but in the end I always end up falling into the latter. I never had very much courage, despite what everyone has tried to make me believe. I couldn’t even speak my mind without Sesshōmaru to encourage me, because of how scared I was of upsetting everyone. I had completely given up when Ryūno had me sitting at the altar, pushing the ink brush into my hands. I couldn’t even… properly explain myself to Inuyasha, because I was so terrified of how angry and upset he had become.
For as much courage that being near Sesshōmaru gave me, I couldn’t even… bring myself to stop him when he left. I’m not even sure if I had the right to want to try. I was a pathetic coward, through-and-through.
A total idiot.
I hurt him. I said things that I knew would hurt him, and here I am upset because he won’t let me stay by his side anymore. Here I am scolding myself for not trying to stop him, when I was the one who said such awful things that made him leave in the first place.
Inuyasha really was right… Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, I buried my face in my arms, no longer caring what happened with the monks. I’m an idiot. A stupid fool who fell for a pretty face. All because Sesshōmaru kept saving me.
He was good to me, though, during the time I was with him. A bit aloof, but…
Kind, in his own strange way.
Maybe I let that kindness go to my head. When he kept being so strangely nice to me, always going out of his way to protect me… and how he even gave me armor instead of regular kimonos to replace the bloody rags I had been wearing, and how he remembered my comment about learning archery; it genuinely felt like I was receiving special treatment. He even let me curl up and sleep against his fur sometimes. Thinking about how he coldly acts towards others compared to how he kindly treated me…
Wasn’t it only inevitable that I’d fall for him? Sure, I wouldn’t have guessed it when we first met, but…
How was I supposed to not fall in love with him?
Gods, this is so dumb. Why am I so dumb? Why did I ever freak out over that stupid zombie in the first place? I wouldn't be feeling like this if he never saved me the first time.
…Right?
“Here.” At Master Ungai’s voice, and the rustling fabric of the apprentice monk moving away so the older man could approach, I made myself look up, sniffling and blinking away a few more tears. I saw the older man gaze down at me with soft eyes, a cup of yarrow tea held carefully with both hands. “Drink this. It will soothe your fever.”
So he says.
Here’s hoping it’s not poison. I thought dully, reaching out with tired eyes to accept the cup. Or that it reacts badly to whatever it was I drank earlier.
I still can’t… believe Sesshōmaru did that.
He really melted the medicine bottle just because he found it suspicious. That was so utterly ridiculous, I can’t even believe it actually happened. But then he returned with some disgusting drink claiming it to be medicine? Where did he even get it? Why would he go out of his way to prepare it? And to think… he did so, just for us to no longer travel together. He wasted his time.
But… why didn’t he lash out?
Sesshōmaru had every reason to. Anyone else would’ve.
Am I not even worth the kill? Or is it really because it would be a waste of effort after reviving me?
Why… am I still trying to figure him out? It doesn’t even matter anymore.
He’s gone.
There’s no point in worrying about it or questioning why he didn’t hurt me. Whatever weird not-quite-friendship we had going on is over. It’s done. The ties are cut. He’s not going to come back. He has the food- and I told him the basics of how to look after Rin properly, so it’s fine. As long as he keeps her alive and feeds her properly she’ll grow up decently healthy. There’s no need to fret or regret or worry or… feel… anything.
Yeah. There’s just… no point to it.
Staring at my dismal reflection in the tea, a weighty sigh left my lips and I lifted the cup to take a sip. Master Ungai observed me as I drank the yarrow tea, something I could confirm was yarrow tea as I’ve definitely tasted this flavor before back when I was sick and in Kaede’s village.
At least… it was definitely something I have had before. Whether or not it was actually yarrow is another thing entirely. I didn’t always ask Kaede or Kagome what it was they were having me drink. I trusted them pretty strongly, even when we first met. Considering everything that’s happened, it was nice to know I wasn’t wrong to do so, but I was also way too trusting back then.
Lowering the cup, another silent sigh left me as I leaned back against the tree.
Now… I think I’m a little too distrusting of people.
“Something has upset you.” Master Ungai commented, a frown falling upon his face. “And not from past pain. What ails you so terribly, Lady Irene?”
I didn’t answer right away, simply sipping some more of the tea, letting the hot liquid go down my throat. My head wasn’t pounding as bad anymore now that I was sitting still, but my heart felt so numb I wasn’t even sure if it was still in my chest. Taking a few more sips, I lowered the cup to rest on my lap, fingers rubbing against and feeling the texture of the wooden cup, before glancing to the side. I gave a small shrug. “Just… argued with someone. That’s all.”
“A friend, perhaps? Or a family member?”
“...The first one was my friend.” I murmured, not really sure why I was talking about it. My voice was quiet, a crushing desolation almost seeming to drown away the sorrow and guilt. “Happened… yesterday. He didn’t… He didn’t like me leaving with his older brother. And now… I don’t… think we’re really friends anymore.”
“...And the second?”
“The older brother.” The cup felt so hot against my palms, but I didn’t move my hands. I just let the heat burn into my fingers. “I mean, they’re… technically half-brothers, but… they don’t get along, so… y’know. It was expected the younger one would lash out. He’s been hurt by his big brother a lot. But the big brother…”
I closed my eyes and shook my head. Slowly lifting the cup, I stared into it with an expression full of weary despair and hopelessness as I took another sip.
“...It doesn’t matter.” Setting the cup back down on my lap, I leaned my head back against the tree, gazing with half-lidded eyes into nothing. I spoke with a defeated mutter, “Sesshōmaru’s… not coming back.”
“Sesshōmaru?” Master Ungai echoed, surprised by the name. It didn’t take long for him to figure out what it meant, for his confusion quickly faded as his expression hardened and his dark eyes grew concerned. “He did not hurt you, did he?”
“No.” Sesshōmaru has never raised a hand against me. “I thought he might, but… no. I dunno why. He’s never hit me before. I’ve made him mad plenty of times, too, but… he’s… never even yelled at me. He’ll yell at his brother and beat him up within an inch of his life, but he doesn’t… he hasn’t…” My lips drew into a thin line. “I don’t know. Because… I know he isn’t… nice. But he’s… always been good to me, so I guess I just thought…”
I’m honestly not sure what I thought.
“I mean, he was always saving me, you know? And… he’s the one who gave me my… demon slayer clothes. So…” A weak yet painfully bitter laugh escaped me. I could feel so many eyes on me, but I didn’t pay them any heed. I didn’t bother to look at any of the monks. I felt so stupid, and it was that very stupidity that I was laughing at. “I’ve always known, but I just…” It was so hard trying to get the words out. “I just wanted to stay with him.”
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of trying to speak, I looked back at Master Ungai.
“Pretty dumb of me, right?”
The older monk was silent.
A minute passed, then two. Three. I could hear the crickets making themselves known as it grew darker and darker outside.
Then, finally, Master Ungai closed his eyes and shook his head. “It was not dumb of you, Lady Irene. Matters of the heart are complicated. What you need to realize is that true love is born from understanding, and if you choose not to discuss the matter that is bothering you, then the both of you will only continue to be punished by the anger you hold. To love a flower is to water it daily, rather than merely pulling it out of the ground to admire it.”
At that, I found myself lifting my head, a hint of surprise actually making itself known on my face. His dark eyes met mine, unfaltering, and in them I saw a wisdom that reminded me much of Kaede’s eyes.
“If you take time to nurture the flower, it will grow into a blossom more beautiful than any other.” The older monk calmly and very kindly advised. “But only with patience… understanding… and care. A gentle touch is required to keep it from wilting.”
I watched as the monk gestured to one of the apprentices, and they hurried over, holding their hands out for me to give back the cup. I did so, and they went back to the campfire and cooking pot to refill it.
I observed the campfire that illuminated the area, and the shadows that were dancing around us as the skies grew dark from nightfall. It must have been several hours since Sesshōmaru left… though it felt much more recent. I might have actually spent more time crying than I have with these monks. I’m still processing the argument.
I can’t… believe he’s actually gone.
I mean, I can, I called him out on something he’s clearly very sensitive about, but… I had grown so used to him always being there, and now…
He obviously wasn’t coming back.
As I accepted the second cup of tea, a lament and a guilt painting my face, Master Ungai continued, his expression gentle despite his evident concern about the man I spoke of who held such a frightening yet beautiful name, “There are only two mistakes we can make on the road to truth, Lady Irene; to not finish what was begun… or never starting to begin with. It may be a painful path to take, but you will only lose if you allow this argument to continue. Happiness will never come to those who fail to appreciate what they already have.”
“...I thought I was appreciating it.” Blinking away the stinging in my eyes, I choked back another sob and held the cup of tea close to my face, the warmth of it burning my chin. “M-My friends, my sister… and e-everything Sesshōmaru’s done for me; I appreciate and love them so much. I-I thank them every chance I get. B-But when he… said those things about his brother, I just- it hurt. He hurt him, s-so it’s… wrong to say that his little brother being mad at me for leaving with him was a… s-silly “tantrum”. It’s wrong to… to call him a fool and… mock me for being upset about it. A-And I... I just snapped. I-I called him out on it. And… he left. Now I’m just… here.”
Master Ungai nodded in understanding, the older monk having incredible patience for listening to me after what I put him through. He looked grim. “It is certainly not an easy situation to navigate. But I am certain that if this… Sesshōmaru… is as good to you as you’ve said, then he will soon return.”
Sniffling again, I shook my head. “H-He won’t.”
The monk hummed at that. “And what makes you so certain?”
I looked down into the teacup, the heat burning my fingers once more. “Because… no one ever comes back.”
After they turn their back… that’s the end.
There has only ever been one exception to that constant- and that person was Maria. She despised me for years because of our resemblance and similarities, and because people always compared us. The little kid that I was had only ever wanted to get to know the older sister I found myself blindly idolizing, but she was suffering- from our parents’ divorce, from the deaths of several friends, and so much more. I didn’t know it at the time, but she had been going through a lot.
Yet it still hurt.
Being left alone in that house, with my abusive aunt and cousins, who would scream and manipulate and beat me, who would gaslight me every chance they got… and being scorned by the big sister I so desperately wanted to know… it had been so lonely. No one ever believed or listened to anything I said, and my father would only ever lecture me for being emotional and would snap at me if I mentioned anything to do with my mother’s house. All my siblings had moved out, getting apartments hours away from town. Maria wanted nothing to do with me. I felt like I would never be freed.
Until… one day I was, to my great confusion, and I was left to pick up the pieces that had been broken apart, trying to discern what was anger, what was grief, what was hurt, and what was my personality.
And then… just as I started figuring things out, Maria suddenly called me during my freshman year of high school to wish me a happy birthday- and continued to do so from every year on, until we were able to strike up conversations and become as close as we are now. With her support, I was able to recover much faster, despite still having so many wounds in my heart, and I was able to push down all the hurt that came from being abandoned by my so-called friends after graduation. It was complicated and it was messy, but.,,
She was the only one who abandoned me, and then came back. Everyone else… never once looked back- not even to see if I was still there.
But Maria did.
It took over a decade, but she finally looked back- and she held out her hand for me to grab so I could pull myself out of the abyss.
And that meant the world to me.
As the horrible memories of my past came flooding into my mind, my expression began to darken. Wishing to swallow the pain away, I downed the yarrow tea, uncaring if it burned my tongue. Once it was all gone, I sniffled and set the cup down in the grass, moving to lay down on my side, grabbing the silk robes and bringing them close to use as a pillow.
It was incredibly dark out by now, the moon making itself known as darkness washed over the lands, the only light available being from the stars in the sky and the red flames from the campfire.
Honestly, I’m not sure what felt heavier- my head or my heart. I was despised, discarded… and now… I’m alone with…
Huh?
My thoughts were left unfinished, my eyes- which I had just began to close- snapping wide open. A breeze gently rustled the leaves, strands of my dark hair fluttering from the sudden wind. A familiar tingle danced across my skin, and rather than falling asleep I found myself sitting back up, staring in the direction I sensed him in, hope building in such a gut-wrenching, soul crushing way I prayed I wasn’t imagining things.
Because it felt like him.
It felt like Sesshōmaru was nearby. He has a very… unique demonic energy. But… now that the wind is dying down… I can’t really feel it anymore.
Did… Did I really imagine it? Am I really that hopeless?
Am I that much of a fool for him?
“Tonight will be a dangerous night.” Master Ungai commented. Startled, I inhaled sharply and whirled my head around, my mind reeling as it tried to comprehend what he might mean by that- and if it might mean what my stupid heart was so desperately hoping it meant. The older monk was staring in the same direction I had been looking in. “It was only for a brief moment, but I felt the most evil aura… hmm. Men!”
He stood up, turning to face his apprentices.
Master Ungai held out a hand. “Begin setting up a barrier! We must keep the lady safe for as long as she is with us.”
The seven monks were quick to get to work, standing and nodding and already taking out talismans. “Yes, Master!”
“As you wish, Master Ungai!”
“Of course.”
“You sensed that demonic aura, too, Master? As expected! I’ve never felt such a terrible presence before!”
They made a large circle around the area, stabbing their staves into the ground and attaching a warding talisman to each of them. I could see a light blue barrier begin to form, crackling and growing more visible with each prayer they uttered. They were clearly a skilled group.
Turning my head, I glanced back in the direction I thought I sensed him from.
The aura really did feel like it was his, but… it can’t have actually been Sesshōmaru nearby, could it?
There’s no way.
It was probably just some random demon. I was just being foolish and getting my hopes up again. Why would he even bother? It’s not like I’m someone he likes to have around.
Why am I… still trying to hope?
Was it because he saved me from Ryūno, when I had practically given up all hope? I had completely given up, just for him to show up at the last second to rescue me. Sesshōmaru went out of his way for me, he went looking for me, but now… even though it was only yesterday that he came to rescue me… there was no chance of it happening again.
No matter how much I hope for it, Sesshōmaru isn’t coming back for me.
“Please, stay inside the barrier, Lady Irene.” Master Ungai called, and tearing my gaze away from the forest I gave him a slight nod and made to lie back down. I watched as the monks continued their prayers before stopping, having grown satisfied with the barrier’s protective strength, save for one apprentice who continued to keep the prayer going. Master Ungai smiled kindly at me, the older man resting a hand against his chest. “The barrier will hold throughout the night, so you may rest at ease.”
“…Thank you.” I don’t really care one way or another, but I wasn’t exactly in a state where I could protect myself. If that demonic aura I sensed didn’t belong to Sesshōmaru, then this barrier will be keeping me safe.
On the other hand… if it was Sesshōmaru, somehow, for some mysterious reason, then it might just keep him out.
I’m not too sure how I felt about that.
“I, um… I’m sorry for the… knife thing. And... thanks. For the tea and the… yeah. Thank you.” At my awkward words of gratitude, Master Ungai just closed his eyes and nodded with a smile.
Lying back down, I didn’t fall asleep for quite some time, simply watching the monks and observing them as the fire kept the area lit and warm. It took about an hour for them all to fall asleep. It then took another hour for me to begin to relax, but soon enough nature was calling.
I had to drag myself to the bushes about two trees away, just within the barrier’s reach, but I was able to relieve myself without any trouble. I crawled back to the tree and lied back down.
Another hour passed.
A weight hung heavy on my heart as I watched and observed the barrier and sleeping monks, the exhaustion clinging to my eyelids. I wondered what I was going to do from here on out, if going to Kaede’s village was truly the smartest option.
It was only a matter of time until Anastasia came after me again. She might attack the villagers.
It wouldn’t be the first time…
I need to stop thinking. I need to stop thinking about Sesshōmaru and Inuyasha, and focus on getting this stupid fever to go away so I can heal myself of my concussion. Even though… I know Kagome would strongly disapprove of that, especially after giving me explicit orders not to… but I need to heal myself so I can have the strength to defend myself against any of Anastasia’s spirits or Kagura’s attacks.
I was this close to figuring out a way to stop Kanna from snatching my soul into her mirror. I’m not entirely sure what spell it was I was casting last time, but it was some sort of… barrier that prevented my soul from being sucked out right away. It slowed it down.
If I can perfect that spell, I can protect myself from her mirror. But right now, I’m…
I’m… useless.
To my friends, I’m someone that needs to be protected and sheltered and looked after. A fragile little flower that will fall apart at the slightest touch. To Sesshōmaru, before he left me, I had been someone to rescue and keep out of trouble. A stubborn weed, like a dandelion, that he just couldn’t get rid of for some reason, because it would always grow back. Even now, to these monks I don’t even know… I’m just someone to take care of, sickly and weak and… a burden.
Someone that’s just in the way.
A poisonous plant that almost killed their master.
Inuyasha hates me, Sesshōmaru hates me… but I hate myself even more.
I’d pluck out all my petals if I could, if it weren’t for the fact that they’d just grow back.
Curling into a ball, I dug my fingers into the silk robes and buried my face in the fabric, muffling the whimpers that tried to tear out of my throat. I didn’t feel as hot as I did after drinking so much yarrow tea, but I still felt so awful.
How could I be so stupid?
How could I let myself hope that Sesshōmaru would come back for me? He isn’t a good person. He isn’t even nice. He’s selfish and cruel, and has tried to kill his brother more often than not, but he always defended me and was always so good to me that I let myself think, despite all my efforts not to, that he might actually care about me.
Even though I only ever cause trouble, even though I only ever annoy him… and even though I’m always needing his help…
I thought, since he came to save me from Ryūno without having even been asked to, that a part of him might have liked having me around.
I was so stupid.
“You know what, fine!” Inuyasha’s voice snapped at me, his harsh words rising to the forefront of my mind. I choked back a sob, burying my face deeper into the pink silk. “Go with him! Get yourself killed again! I was stupid to worry about you in the first place. It’s not like we actually need you here!”
So, so stupid…
“You don’t even belong here, Irene!”
And so useless, too.
Honestly, sometimes I wish I had never been-
“Master?” A warm nose brushed my cheek, and I inhaled sharply, hiccuping and lifting my head to see fiery red fur and round yellow eyes gazing at me in concern. Roh looked so upset, the sweet Shikigami dog nuzzling my face and licking away the tears. “Please, do not be sad. Roh doesn’t like it when Master cries…”
“E-Everyone hates me.” I choked out, unable to stop myself, scared and self-deprecating and feeling all too alone. It’s been so long since I was alone. I’ve gotten so used to the company. I was always scared of going back to that cold, depressing life, but here I was anyway, trapped once more. “Roh…”
“Master…” Roh’s sad yellow eyes looked almost gold as he gazed down at me, before he leaned down and nuzzled my arm.
Lifting it up for him, I watched with a small sniffle as the Akita Inu carefully climbed in next to me, laying down and curling his fiery body against my torso, his chin resting atop my shoulder as I buried my face in his fur and hugged him close. “I-Inuyasha, Sesshōmaru… I-I’m gonna make Sango and Shippō hate me, too. And Miroku. A-And Kagome, and Kōga, and Kaede-“
“No…” I felt his nose against my neck. “Master is warm. Master can’t make people hate her. She’s so nice.”
“People already hate me.” I whimpered, eyes squeezed tightly shut. His fiery mane tickled my face. “I hate me.”
“Master…” Roh’s voice sounded a little different then. Clearer, less crackly and filtered. It sounded like his words were actually being spoken rather than conveyed through my soul. He… sounded like a child. “It’s okay, Master.”
All of sudden, my hands were no longer gripping fur- instead holding onto some kind of thick fabric. My face was still buried in dog fur, but it didn’t feel like I was holding a dog anymore. The body was slimmer, less furry, and instead of paws, a pair of tiny arms were hugging my waist.
“Roh is here.” The Shikigami familiar murmured softly. “Roh does not hate you. So… please don’t hate yourself, okay? Mister doesn’t… Mister doesn’t hate you. Roh can feel him near. Mister will come back for you.” A tiny hand reached up to pat my head, and lifting my chin up just slightly I caught a glimpse of what I think was tangerine-colored hair.
When I tried to sit up, he just hugged me tighter, making it difficult to look at him without pulling away completely to sit up, and... quite frankly, I didn’t really want to. I was in dire need of a good hug, and the longer he petted my hair the more I found myself not caring what caused this strange transformation. It just made me more emotional, if anything, as it reminded me of how lonely I really was, and how much I craved the comfort of familiar and friendly company.
“Roh will protect you, Master, so get some sleep. It’ll be okay. Do you want Roh to take away the pain?”
Maybe it’s all just a dream, anyways. “Take… it away? Can you even heal me without using my-“
I cut myself off and furrowed my brows in confusion when Roh’s tiny child-like arms slid from my waist to my shoulders, wrapping around them, and I paused, feeling something warm press softly against my cheek. It… kind of reminded me of the way Shippō kissed my nose yesterday. Affectionate and gentle, like a little boy trying to comfort his distressed mother.
Almost immediately upon feeling the contact, a warm flame washed over my body, soothing the pain in my skull. As the concussion slowly ebbed away… the exhaustion came crashing down on me like a tsunami, reminding me of how badly I needed rest.
“A long~ long~ time ago, in a tragedy…” I found myself relaxing against this unfamiliar form of Roh’s, a great drowsiness settling in as the boy quietly began singing a bittersweet tune I recognized. I leaned into the red fur draped around his neck and shoulders, the fluff acting as a pillow. “If ever comes a day that I go~ away; in a forest deep, you’ll~ sink~ like a stone. From that moment on, you’ll go alone…”
Roh shifted, pressing another gentle kiss to my cheek, before wrapping his arms around my shoulders once more.
“Feeling a warm~ temperature~ in the hands~ we hold… if ever comes~ a day, they gently unfold… a dry bell~ will sound, echoing~ on its own…” As the sleepiness took hold, I questioned how he knew this song. I wondered if it was because he lived within my soul. Maybe he had heard me singing it in the hot springs forever back. “From that moment on, you’ll go alone… for we are two of a kind; when we walk, we are one. The sounds of lies being told… disappear~ like the sun...”
But it tugged at my heart, and I found myself shedding a few tears as Roh, who- based on his voice and body size- seemed around Rin’s age, continued to sing with a soft murmur.
“And now we both bow our heads, only a single shadow… didn’t you know~ that I’m also~ going alone?”
I miss her.
“You fell into~ love, of a gentle kind… with a flower on top of a high~ high cliff. It’s so hard to reach, I know~ you know. So this time you will have to go alone…”
I miss Sesshōmaru.
“A long~ long time ago, in a tragedy… if ever comes~ a day that I go~ away… in a forest deep, you’ll sink like a stone. From that moment~ on, you’ll go alone…”
Did he ever look back after he left?
“And I am one of a kind, when I walk~ I’m alone. I’ve grown weary~ of lying~ to the bone…” Roh trailed off for a moment, then kept going. “Now I bow~ my head, in this golden room… I was here~ with~ you, and now it’s gone~ too soon.”
Probably not.
“In a forest deep, I sank and I knew; I’m a charred and~ dirty~ forsaken~ fruit. And that is~ the end, there’s nothing more~ to recount; from this moment on… you’ll go~ alone.”
Roh hummed for a moment longer.
Then… “I don’t like that song. Why do you like that song, Master?”
“Simple.” I mumbled, struggling to remain awake. “It’s sad.”
“…I don’t like sad songs."
“I do.”
“Because… you’re sad?”
Maybe.
It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep after that.
I didn’t really dream, or if I did dream I didn’t really remember what it was about, but when I awoke that morning I felt far more rested than expected. Considering how I slept the past two nights and everything I went through, I guess it was only a matter of time before I conked out.
A part of me wondered if that weird sensation of Roh shifting into a child might have been the dream. Honestly, I was such a mess last night that I'm not sure which parts I dreamed up and which parts were reality. If not for the fact that my skull was no longer throbbing, I would have thought all of it was a dream.
Feeling much better than I have been, with even my fever seeming to have lessened a considerable amount, I yawned and stretched out my limbs. Groggily blinking open my eyes, I watched with curiosity as the monks shuffled about and prepared for their journey.
Unsurprisingly, Master Ungai was the first one to notice I was awake. “Ah, good morning! How are you feeling?”
I let out another yawn as I sat up, rubbing inelegantly at my face. “I’m okay. I feel… a lot better. I think.”
“That is wonderful news.” The older monk offered me a smile. Staff held in one hand, he gestured to his apprentices who were all standing up and were all ready to leave. “My men and I are going to be making our way to the next village. If you have nowhere else to go… why don’t you travel with us? We shall escort you safely.”
“To… To the next village?” I echoed, my confused expression slowly shifting into one of alarm. “O-Oh! Um… n-no, thank you.”
“Are you certain?” He asked. “It is dangerous for a young woman such as yourself to travel alone. You will fall prey to bandits, nonetheless demons… and while I know you, as a priestess, are capable of handling yourself, it would be safer to travel in a group. Especially since you may still be ill.”
I just waved a hand, wide awake now as I tried to dismiss his concerns. “I can handle demons! I-I just… don’t do well with villages, so…”
Master Ungai furrowed his brows. “Whatever do you mean?”
“…I’m the one who “took care” of Ryūno, remember?” I pointed at myself, my grin turning a bit bitter. I could still remember that day’s events so vividly. “It wasn’t exactly by choice. Any time I step into a village, bad things happen- and normally because of my face.”
Honestly, the number of things I’ve been through every time I entered a new village was quite alarming.
I couldn’t help but make a face as I listed everything one by one, counting with my fingers as I went along. Master Ungai looked stunned, his expression carefully controlled, but his apprentices were rightfully horrified. “I’ve been shot at, hunted down… framed and accused by a demon pretending to be a messenger from the castle… imprisoned, beat up, shot at again, attacked… oh! And, before I went into Asagiri Town, I was in a village that had been haunted by this shape shifting demon who tried to trick me into thinking he was Sesshōmaru! He’s dead now, I lit him on fire, but that was a thing that happened. And…”
Yeah.
“While I was shopping in Asagiri Town trying to buy food for this little girl I was helping Sesshōmaru look after, I was grabbed by the guards, manhandled, then kidnapped and forced to take Diana’s place in the bridal palanquin.” I sent Master Ungai a look. “She expected me to die or be married off. Both almost happened. I don’t trust villages anymore.”
Ah, wait-
“Actually, there’s one village I trust, but I don’t know which direction it’s in.” A hum escaping my lips, I brought a hand up to ruffle my hair, thinking about it. “And I only trust it because I was staying there for a short while after I first came to Japan, so I know the people there aren’t going to attack me just because of my face.”
“This village…” The older monk mused, apparently determined to make me travel with them. “What is its name? Do you know any landmarks?”
“Uh… there’s the Bone-Eater’s well.” I answered, not really thinking about it. “And…”
My expression quickly grew sullen.
“The Forest of Inuyasha.”
“Ah, you mean… Priestess Kaede’s village?”
“Yeah.”
“Hmm. I know the priestess’ village well. Why don’t you allow us to take you there?” He offered another smile, and I blinked, startled, as he held out a hand. All the monks have been avoiding physical contact so far, so I thought that maybe they had some special rule to follow. Unlike Miroku, who was a monk that couldn’t keep his hands to himself, these ones were a lot less touchy-feely. “It may take a while, but I can guarantee your safety in our travels.”
Is he… seriously going to escort me all the way back to Kaede’s village if I ask him to? Is he not bothered by the fact that I threatened his life last night? I could have slit his throat, and here he is offering me safe passage through the lands.
Jeez.
This monk really was virtuous. He was putting the perverted and greedy Miroku to shame.
But, that being said… “I-I’m okay.”
Master Ungai blinked, surprised by my response. “Pardon?”
“I’ll be okay.” I offered a small smile, and moved to gather up all the cooking supplies and my silk robes in the large iron pot. Tugging it in front of me, I grasped the handle and stood, slumping at the immense weight. I looked up at the older man gratefully. “It’s… too dangerous for me to go back there, anyways. Some… mean demons are after me, and they might attack the village if I’m there. So…”
Setting the cooking pot back down, I held up a thumb, grinning widely at Master Ungai.
“Thank you, but I’ll be okay! I’ll… figure something out! I always do.”
“…What will you do, then?” He inquired, frowning, the monk not yet dropping his hand. “Will you wander alone? Or will you wait for this… “Sesshōmaru”… to return for you?”
At the mention of the demon lord, I couldn’t help but flinch. The pain in my chest I was trying so hard to ignore ended up rising to surface again. “I…”
I looked down and to the side, worrying my bottom lip. My right hand tightened its grip on the handle of the cooking pot. Seeing my bow and quiver still on the ground, I reached out with my free hand to pick them up and shifted the way I was holding the pot handle so I could slide them over my right shoulder.
“I already told you.” I muttered, decked out and ready to leave this place and this conversation. “He’s not coming back for me.”
“But if he does?”
I didn’t answer for a long moment. Inhaling deeply, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, shoulders slumping as I slowly looked up to gaze tiredly at the sky.
It was a clear blue, very few clouds in sight. It would have been lovely to fly through. I would have loved spending such a beautiful day with the demon lord and playing tag with a certain tiny child.
Taking another deep breath, I made myself look back at Master Ungai. The saddest, most heartbroken grin crossed my lips. “I’d go with him. Obviously.”
As if I could choose to do otherwise? Cruel as his words were, I still loved him.
“He’s Sesshōmaru.”
Master Ungai finally lowered his hand, but there was still a stubbornness in his black eyes. “Then we shall remain with you a day more. Just in case he-“
The monk didn’t finish his sentence.
Reaching into his kimono, he quickly pulled out a golden vajra, and I didn’t even have time to react before he was throwing his left arm out and sending the holy object crashing into the trees. Sacred power erupted, crashing against some very distinctive demonic energy, and the two clashing powers caused a large explosion that destroyed some of the surrounding trees and foliage.
When the smoke cleared, no one could be seen standing there, but the demonic energy was still present… and a voice soon spoke up from the shadows.
“Irene.”
My heart almost burst out of my chest, all my breath escaping me in my surprise. “S… Sesshōmaru…?”
There was no mistake about it.
That was his voice. This is his demonic aura.
He… came back for me?
A surge of emotions flooded me then, reviving what had once been such a broken heart, and in a flash I had picked up the heavy cooking pot and started to waddle-run toward the direction the demon lord was hiding in. Unfortunately, Master Ungai had different ideas, the monk reaching out to snatch my arm and causing me to yelp as he pulled me back.
“Don’t be fooled!” He exclaimed. “That is a powerful demon lurking in the shadows, not the lover you so dearly miss!”
The demonic aura spiked at those words, and it only confirmed what I already knew. This was Sesshōmaru. He despised being the target of such accusations. “He’s not… my lover?”
Honestly, I’m not sure what I said that gave him that idea.
Oh, wait a minute. Now that I’m thinking about it, didn’t he give a whole speech about true love and how to nurture and protect it, or something? Oops.
Maybe the way I described the argument was a little misleading…
“Look, I know how it seems, but I know that’s Sesshōmaru!” The longer Master Ungai held onto my arm, the heavier and sharper the demonic aura seemed to grow. Glancing ahead of me into the forest, I could make out a pair of red eyes glowing in the darkness, and I felt a chill go down my spine at the sight. The demon lord was clearly pissed off about something. “I’ll be fine!”
When I tried to tug my arm free, Master Ungai tightened his grip. “That is an evil spirit, Priestess! Surely you can tell!? It will kill you the moment you enter those woods!”
“Being a demon doesn’t make him evil!” I snapped, and the monk was so startled by my words that he loosened his grip. I hurriedly picked the cooking pot back up again and began to waddle away, but I found myself stopping about five feet away just to look back at the older man, tears stinging my eyes. “A-And if he was gonna kill me, he’d have done it already! He’s the one who saved me from Diana. Y’know, the human who sent me to die!?”
“But, Lady Irene-“ Master Ungai stepped forward, and seeing this I quickly stepped back. The monk watched with wide eyes as the demonic aura grew even thicker, almost paralyzing in its intensity. His hand, which had been about to grab me again, struggled to move against it. “Such… p-power. What kind of demon… is…”
“Irene.” Sesshōmaru called again, his tone of voice much fiercer, a hint of irritation making itself known as he repeated my name.
“Uh…” I looked back in the direction he was hiding, then back at the frozen Master Ungai and all of his paralyzed apprentices.
The apprentice monks looked like they were about to set up some kind of spiritual attack using their staves, but were frozen just like their master by the demon lord’s oppressive aura before they could even start.
It made me wonder why I wasn’t affected.
“S-Sorry!” I stammered, not knowing what else to say or what was even happening. All I knew was that I needed to hurry, because I might get left behind for real if I kept stalling. Considering our argument, it was a miracle Sesshōmaru came back for me at all. He might not be feeling as patient as usual. “Th…Thanks for… everything. Sorry again about the knife thing! Bye!”
Turning back to face the forest, I continued to waddle over to the demon, entering the shadows with a racing heart and hurrying over to his hiding spot. It was him. I know it was him. But a part of me was still doubting.
I wondered if it was another shapeshifter, or an impersonator. I wondered if it was a demon that knew how to mimic other demons’ demonic auras. There were any number of beings it could be, honestly, aside from Sesshōmaru himself.
And why would it be him?
But when I got there, I could see him… and I knew at once that there was no mistake. It really was Sesshōmaru. With his long silver hair and piercing gold eyes that seemed to stare through me and into my soul, cold but not quite hateful, his expression stern and forever difficult to read…
It really is him…
My heart almost gave out in its relief, my voice breathless in its disbelief. I couldn’t stop myself from calling out his name. “Se…Sesshōmaru…?”
I was still so upset with him, but…
“You… You came back?”
He just stared down at me, not saying a word, and I gripped the cooking pot tighter as I took another tentative step forward. My heart had lodged itself in my throat, my bottom lip trembling as I blinked away the tears and gazed up at him, my brain trying its absolute damndest to process that he was actually here and hadn’t left me behind. He had every right to. I wouldn’t have blamed him if he took off and abandoned me; I called him out on something he was very sensitive about, and it was obvious he wanted to lash out at me for it.
But… he didn’t.
Sesshōmaru just told me that enough was enough and stormed off.
Oh.
I think… I might’ve jumped to conclusions again. “Wh-Why…? Why… didn’t you leave? Why did you come back?”
“...Did you not want me to?”
I inhaled sharply at his words, almost recoiling at the question. His voice was absurdly soft, and far more quiet than it usually was. His molten gold gaze was burning with a strange intensity, a warmth and a pain to them I didn’t really understand. I almost couldn’t speak because of it, lost in the golden depths as I tried to figure out what emotion it was I was seeing in his eyes.
My mouth opened, then closed, and I stared at him for a long time as I contemplated what to say.
After what felt like an eternity, I glanced down, swallowing thickly, before looking back up at him. My fingers tugged at my sleeves, the anxiety obvious for Sesshōmaru to see. “I-I’m still… mad at you. A-And… you’re still mad at me, right?”
He said nothing, his eyes narrowing slightly, but he did not deny my words.
I nodded stiffly, the tugging on my sleeves a bit more insistent now. “R-Right. Okay. J-Just… wanted to see if we were on the same page.” Ahem. “I-I don’t… forgive you… for what you said. But… I…” My lips curled back and I ducked my head, frantically blinking away the tears that were so stubbornly trying to form against my will. “I… I-I’m…”
Gods, I don’t know how to speak. This is so terrifying. Why is this so terrifying? Is it because I’m not used to admitting how I feel?
“I’m… r-really happy… you came back.” Oh, damn it- the tears are falling now. “I-I didn’t… I didn’t think you would? So… th-the fact that you did is…”
I stopped fiddling with my sleeves to rub at my neck, only to tug at the strands of loose hair hanging around my shoulders. It was hard meeting his gaze, flustered and relieved and upset and confused over everything that’s happened and the fact that he was here and that he didn’t abandon me and that he’s still not yelling at me, but is actually being alarmingly quiet and patient and speaking with a very unexpected softness despite having sounded so irritated when he was trying to call me over from the monks just five minutes ago.
“Yeah.” My face felt so warm, and I knew for a fact it wasn’t because of any fever. My cheeks were probably as red as my puffy eyes. “Th-Thank… you.”
Sesshōmaru just continued to stare, forever the silent, stoic demon, before he finally let out a low hum. “Know that you are also not forgiven for what you said.”
I almost flinched, but managed to refrain, having expected this, but upon hearing his footsteps I paused and snapped my head up, alarmed to see him stepping closer.
“I am not so magnanimous. But, I, Sesshōmaru…”
He stopped directly in front of me, and my breath hitched in my throat, eyes growing wide as I looked up at him. It felt like his eyes were searching mine, looking for something, some kind of emotion or answer to whatever question he had running through his head, before his lips pulled downwards in a deep frown, clearly displeased that he had failed to find it.
“...will not abandon you. Is that clear?”
“...Huh?”
“Not today.” Sesshōmaru affirmed, gaze growing stern. “And not tomorrow.”
I didn’t even notice his hand had moved until his fingers were already draped loosely around my throat, reminiscent of the time I had set them there in an effort to appease his anger. My entire body tensed at the touch, heart picking up pace within my chest and slamming hard against my ribcage, but… this time… there was no fear.
No alarm.
Simply… surprise, and shock when he spoke once again.
“Not until you have done something deserving of having my claws tear through your flesh.”
“…What?” Where did that come from?
Wait, is he… comforting me? In his own weird way? Why…? What is he thinking? What… does he know?
Oh, my gods. No way. “W-Were you actually here last night?”
Sesshōmaru’s face became even more unreadable, his stern features shifting into something a little more neutral.
“I-I thought- I thought… I sensed you last night.” My hands lifted to curl around his wrist, not thinking much about it, though it definitely got his attention. “But I thought I was wrong. Was it actually you? D-Did you hear me talking with the monks? How much did you hear?”
“Enough.”
What?
He tugged his hand away from my throat, and I blinked, opening my mouth to ask what he meant by that as I let go of him, but he didn’t give me a chance to speak. Before I could even get out the first syllable, my feet were being lifted off the ground, a yelp escaping me as his hand hoisted me up onto his fur-covered right shoulder.
Kneeling down, he carefully picked up the cooking pot before wrapping his arm around my legs, and I let out a small gasp as he leapt off the ground and took off flying.
Looking down below us, I could see the monks still by the campfire, and although they were growing smaller and smaller by the second I couldn’t help but lift a hand and wave at them, wondering if they could even see it as they watched with horrified faces as Sesshōmaru carried me away.
Once they were gone, I looked to the side at Sesshōmaru, whose attention was focused on what was ahead.
I can’t believe he came back for me…
I’m still mad, but… my heart feels so full of warmth.
He did look back.
Leaning down against his fur, I buried my fingers in the softness and gazed at him with half-lidded eyes, wondering what was going through his mind and what made him return for me. I wanted so badly to ask.
But… I couldn’t.
Not while we’re still mad at each other.
Closing my eyes, I just basked in the scent of him and the familiar comfort that came from his incredibly soft dog fur. I wasn’t sure how long we were flying; I honestly might have dozed off again, but I was definitely awake when we landed, and I ended up sliding off of the demon lord’s shoulder as he set the cooking pot down.
His only comment as I looked up at him, curiosity painting my face, was, “Rin and Jaken are near.”
“Rin and-” Oh, my goodness. “Rin!”
I’ve missed that tiny child so much.
I was just about to go running to search for her when I remembered the bandages on my face, and I froze mid-step, arms hanging in the air. I could feel Sesshōmaru watching as I forced myself to stand back upright, and patting my face I tried to determine if Roh also healed my scratches when he healed my concussion.
Welp, no other way to find out, I guess, then to just yank the bandages off.
So that’s what I did, with a mental note to ask about the child-like appearance sometime later. “Ow, ow, ow- uuuuurgh, okay.”
Making a face, I took a deep breath.
“It’s a band-aid. Just gotta… rip it off. One, two…” Gripping the corner of the large one on my cheek, I grit my teeth and held my breath, and then yanked it off. I immediately strangled the yell in my throat, muffling it into more of a groan, and rubbed my very red cheek once it was freed of its bandaging. “Owie…”
Sesshōmaru was probably judging me so hard at this moment, if his slightly raised eyebrow was any indication, but I ignored him in favor of yanking off my forehead band aid. Once done, I held both in my palm and contemplated what to do with them before deciding I could just toss them in a campfire to burn later.
Tucking them away, I clapped my hands together and looked around, searching the area. “Okay! Now! Where is Rin? Where is my tiny child!? I am need of the hugs!”
It didn’t take long to find her, what with my loud voice practically projecting my location to everyone nearby. As I walked around the area, taking care not to get too far from Sesshōmaru as he sat down by a tree, I cupped my hands over my mouth and shouted for the little girl, calling her name.
“Riiiin!? Hello? Rin~!”
I actually caught sight of Ah-Un before I saw her, but almost immediately after I was being tackled from behind, a pair of little arms wrapping around my waist and a face burying itself in my back.
Stumbling, I barely stopped myself from toppling forward and face-planting into the grass. “Whoa!”
“Big Sister!”
“H-Hello, to you, too!” I laughed, shifting my feet and turning around so I could hug her properly. Kneeling down, I didn’t stop Rin as she buried her face in my chest, absolutely delighted to see her again. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and squeezed her tight, pressing a firm kiss to her forehead. “Ooooh, I missed you so much! How long did I say I’d be gone for? Two days?”
It was a very chaotic and very disastrous two days, but…
“I kept my promise! I was gone for two days exactly!”
“Two days felt like forever!” She whined.
“Pffft. Agreed!”
Rin sniffled as she pulled away, but as soon as she did she was quick to smack her hands to my face. I blinked. The tiny child was giving me a look, one so fierce it almost resembled one of Sesshōmaru’s many intense stares, and I had the distinct impression she was trying to see if I had any injuries. “You don’t look sick…”
Huh?
“How are you feeling?” She asked. “Is your fever gone?”
Ooooh, I get it. Sesshōmaru told her I was sick when he went to get that awful potion made. He must have had Jaken prepare it. “Y-Yeah, I’m okay. I’m not sick anymore.”
“Okay… good!” Rin nodded her head sternly, yet that sternness failed to stay when her lips began to tremble in an effort to fight her smile. Eventually, she gave up, and I held back a grin when she tackled me in another hug, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “I missed you so much! Lord Sesshōmaru brought us this huge basket of food last night, so… so no more running off, okay!? Just stay with us!”
“...I bought that food, you know.”
“I don’t care! Just stay with me and Lord Sesshōmaru!”
Alrighty then. Well. She isn’t going to take the news of us being in the middle of an argument very well. Hrmm. “Y-Yes, ma’am…”
Notes:
No fancy drawing this time...
Next chapter though... OHOHOHOHO. Next chapter ya'll getting a BIG FANCY DRAWING and some absolute CHAOS. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Anyways. Yeah. They're still mad at each other, but they're being civil. Kind of. I think. It's complicated.
RIN, YOU ABSOLUTE PRECIOUS BEAN, AND ROOOOOH~~~~ BEST BOIIIIII~~!!!! WHAT IS YOUR SECRET!??? WHO ARE YOU, ROH!?
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Chapter 49: The Vanquishing Flame
Notes:
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Chapter Text
Thankfully, Rin didn’t seem to notice it at first.
It was kind of hard to, given that Sesshōmaru normally kept to himself and rarely if ever participated in conversation without sufficient prompting. We spent the first day in camp, not bothering to travel and just resting. Why, I wasn’t so sure, but a part of me wondered if it had anything to do with how injured and feverish I was yesterday.
I quickly dismissed that thought from mind, deciding that Sesshōmaru must have just wanted to take it easy after playing hero all day yesterday and then being so angered after. He was definitely a lot calmer now, but his demonic aura earlier was… even more oppressive than it was back at Asagiri Castle.
Seriously, what was it that put him in such a bad mood to begin with?
Even before we fought, he’s been irritable.
Maybe… he just doesn’t like monks?
He didn’t exactly seem to care much for Miroku, either… and given how strongly he seemed to dislike Ungai and his men… it seems like the logical conclusion. It would make sense, too, considering monks are kind of supposed to oppose demons with their spiritual powers. They’re total opposites. Holy power and demonic power aren’t really meant to clash except for in battle. Monks and demons are natural enemies.
Not just monks… Thinking about it, priests and priestesses would be natural enemies to demons as well. Wait, what about me? Do onmyōji priestesses count?
Are Sesshōmaru and I technically considered natural enemies?
But then why would he tolerate so much of my nonsense?
It doesn’t make any sense.
“Hmm…” Making a face, I poked the campfire with a stick before checking the meal I was trying my absolute hardest to cook.
To my surprise, Jaken had gone hunting earlier and brought back a rabbit. When I asked Rin if he’s been doing this the entire time I’ve been away, she nodded and explained that, “Lord Sesshōmaru’s been having him hunt every day for dinner! I thought he’d quit once you came back… but he’s still doing it.”
Jaken even went ahead and skinned and gutted the rabbit, grumbling the entire time about being made to work for us “human” girls, but still went out of his way to slice up the meat in several portions for us to cook. As he did that, I got to work trying to mimic what I had seen Kaede do during all those days and nights I spent in the village, and from all the cooking shows I used to watch out of boredom back home. It was extremely nerve wracking, having never really cooked anything except the basics that were pasta, eggs, hamburgers, and grilled cheese.
Without anyone to instruct me, I was taking a risk.
Thankfully, I did know a few things… but that also didn’t really mean I knew anything.
Hah… okay. Okay. I can do this. This is fine.
It’s all food, anyways, and it’s not like I have anything other than herbs and salt I can season with so it can’t go too terribly wrong.
Taking out a knife and a large bowl, I took a few deep breaths and got to work cutting and slicing, peeling a few potatoes and chopping up some radishes, garlic, and an onion. Rin sat next to me, watching with curiosity and intrigue all the way up until the onion, in which her eyes began to burn. Mine stung as well, and I groaned when I had to sniffle, the smell far stronger than I had been expecting.
I peeled and sliced up some potatoes next.
Once that was all done, I ended up sitting and staring at the rabbit meat for a good five minutes as I tried to figure out what to do with it, before blinking, raising my brows, and shaking my head. Grabbing the bottle of sesame oil I picked up from the market, I opened it and poured some into a pan. The rabbit meat wasn’t cut up as small as I would have liked, the legs still very much had bone in them, but it would make do… hopefully.
I didn’t have any flour or egg, so I ended up just searing the meat. Jaken was judging me the entire time while he and Rin sat next to the pan, watching as I squeaked when the oil bubbled, and observing the timid way I tried to see how cooked it was by moving them around with a pair of chopsticks. I wasn’t sure how safe it was to eat, so I wanted it to be well-done just in case.
The farthest my knowledge went was that steak could be eaten pretty rare, but everything else- especially bird- needed to be cooked through completely. Considering the fact that rabbit was not steak, I wanted it to be well-done.
Once the meat looked cooked, and I cut it open in the middle to be sure, I poured the vegetables and herbs in, and stirred them around the rabbit. My poor heart was racing the entire time, and I checked the meat and the vegetables frequently. Once they looked done, I poured the food from the pan into a pot and switched their places, setting a lid overtop and praying the result was good. It would have been nice if we had broth, or something I could have added in to give it a little extra something, but this would have to do.
Was I doing this all wrong? No idea. Most likely. But I was attempting to listen to the spirits of my ancestors to try and determine whether or not everything was cooked.
Although, considering my luck with my ancestors so far… I didn’t have very high hopes.
“How long do we have to wait?” Rin asked, watching as I hovered around the fire and fiddled with my fingers.
“Uh… couple hours.” I think. “Rabbit meat is… tough, right?”
I looked at Jaken, and he nodded grumpily.
“Right! So… it’ll be hard to chew unless it’s tender.”
Rin pouted. “But I’m hungry now.”
I wasn’t able to hide my snort. It was honestly kind of amazing how much I missed this kid. Even her adorable little pout brightened up my day. “There’s some fruit you can snack on?”
Rin’s eyes lit up, the tiny child quickly shooting up onto her feet and running over to the basket. “Yes~!”
“Don’t eat too much, though!” I called, leaning back and resting my palms against the ground, craning my neck to watch as she stood on her tiptoes and rummaged through all the food I had bought to find something that suited her fancy. “There’s gonna be a lot of stew once it’s done.”
The little girl giggled and beamed at me, lifting a persimmon up to her mouth and biting into it, skin and all. “I can eat it! And Master Jaken has a stomach like a large hole, even though he’s so small. Between the three of us, we’ll eat it all!”
“Who are you calling small!?” Jaken demanded, snapping his head up and glaring at her. “You’re the same height as me, Rin!”
“Am not!” She huffed. “I’ve grown much taller since Big Sister started traveling with us.”
“What!?” The imp let out a squawk and jumped up onto his feet, marching over to the girl who was standing tall with her chest puffed out. She was glaring down at him, but a pride twinkled in her brown gaze when saw him gaping up at her in disbelief, the little girl in fact much taller than Jaken. “B-But… But you were shorter than me when Lord Sesshōmaru first took you in!”
Rin grinned, taking another bite of her persimmon, and she turned her head, lifting her chin up. “I’m growing up. Unlike you.”
Oh, that irked him. “Whyyyyy~ you! You ungrateful brat!”
“Now, now!” I clapped my hands together, sensing Jaken about to start shouting nonsense that would only upset Rin and anger me. “That’s enough! Behave. Jaken, sit back down. Rin… eat your fruit.”
“Yes, Big Sister!” Rin beamed, jogging over and sitting next to me again, this time curling up and leaning against my side.
I didn’t think much about it as I wrapped my left arm around her shoulders, the child resting her head comfortably against my chest. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. At first, I thought I missed her more than she missed me, but now I’m starting to wonder if it was the other way around.
What… if I was wrong about everything? What if I was leaving a bigger mark on her heart than I thought I was? What if she doesn’t forget me once I’m gone?
I don’t know if I’ll be able to forgive myself if that hurts her.
Jaken was gaping at the two of us, though was definitely more insulted by me telling him to sit down. When he recovered from his shock he started screeching and pointing a claw at me. “Don’t presume to tell me what to do, woman! I am Jaken, loyal retainer to the great Lord Sesshōmaru! You-“
“Yeah, no.” I made a face. “I don’t care. Just shut up and sit down.”
He was stunned into silence, baffled by my audacity.
After that, upon glancing at Sesshōmaru and seeing that his dearly beloved master wasn’t going to defend him, and that he wasn’t even paying any attention to this conversation, Jaken dejectedly waddled over to the campfire and sat down, the smell of cooking meat and vegetables filling the air. Honestly, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was a sycophant rather than just a bratty fanboy.
Well… maybe. It’s not like I know how he started traveling with Sesshōmaru to begin with, or why the demon lord even lets him hang around. Does Jaken even get anything out of traveling with him?
Hmm.
Are… all three of us traveling with Sesshōmaru just because?
That’s kind of funny. For a man, or- demon, who’s supposed to be incredibly ruthless, the few people traveling with him are doing so because he was himself. There’s something almost poetic about that.
Humming in amusement at that thought, I decided to undo my furoshiki, sliding it off and taking out the shiromuku and kakeshita that were inside, and grabbed the needle and thread that came with my furoshiki when Sesshōmaru had gifted it to me.
“What are you doing?” Rin asked, watching as I moved to a more open area and away from the fire so I could spread the clothing items down atop one another. She gasped, seeing the beautiful shades of cotton candy pink and light blue. “Wow~! I’ve never seen such a beautiful kimono!”
“Mmhm. Stuff happened, and I got it for free. I wanna… I wanna try stitching them into a blanket.”
“A blanket?” She echoed, tilting her head at me.
“Yeah.” How should I do this? The shiromuku was much longer than the kakeshita, and it had so much extra fabric. Should I try quilting it? No, that might take too long. I want to get this done before Anastasia is defeated. “Scissors…”
I need to slice off the sleeves and extra fabric first.
It feels kinda mean ruining something so pretty, but…
It’s autumn right now, and once winter hits it’s going to get cold.
Getting up, I hurried over to Ah-Un and to where the first-aid kit was hanging from their saddle. Seeing me march back over, Jaken finally lifted his head and made a face, watching as I sat down beside the sleeves. “What… are you doing, woman?”
I paused, turning to look at him. “Making a blanket.”
“A what?”
“A… blanket?” Why is he so confused? Why does Rin look confused? “You know, something for us to cover up with at night? It’s gonna get cold once winter hits! I don’t want Rin to freeze.” Jeez. One would think it's obvious. “I mean, it’d be nice if I had a bunch of feathers or cotton or something to stuff inside once I start sewing, but like… y’know.”
I shrugged. Jaken still looked confused.
“I’m making a blanket.” I don’t know how much more simply I can explain this. “I dunno how you guys deal with the cold, but Rin and I are humans, remember? The kimonos aren’t thick enough to keep us warm.”
Jaken squinted at me. “Are you… Are you talking about a yogi?”
I stared blankly. “A what?”
Seeing the conversation reverse, Rin giggled. Jaken rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, before scowling and giving me a slight look, slipping his hands into his sleeves. “A yogi. They are not very popular items, given their luxuriousness and the amount of time it consumes to craft them, but nobles and high-ranking commoners use them.”
He let out a scoff.
“That’s only among humans, however. Yogi are actually quite common among demon aristocracy, given our longer lifespans and the patience we have to wait, unlike you reckless mortals who can’t sit still for even a century without suddenly perishing.”
“...Okay?” I’m going to ignore that jab about humanity’s short lifespan and focus on the more important topic on what the heck a yogi is and how they’re similar to blankets. “That tells me absolutely nothing about them.”
Jaken huffed. “They are sewn in a way that resembles kimonos, and are stuffed with cotton and down feathers so as to add thickness and warmth.”
“Oooooh.” So the kimono that Kaede let me use as a blanket back at her hut wasn’t actually a kimono? Wow, that explains so much. “Huh.”
It’s been a while since I’ve been hit with cultural shock.
That explains why the kimono was so thick. It was a yogi. “So it’s kinda like a blanket, but not.”
“Now, hold on!” Jaken hopped up onto his feet, the imp utterly baffled by my response. His shrill voice hurt to listen to. “If not a yogi, then what on earth are you speaking about!?”
“A blanket.” I deadpanned. “It’s kind of like a yogi, but it’s more… rectangular?” I held my hands out, trying to emphasize its size and shape. “Or… square? Just this very massive thing of fabric stuffed with cotton or feathers. I mean, quilts exist, too; my brother used to have this really cool dragon one our grandma made him when he was small, but quilts probably take ages to make, so…”
He gaped at me, only to groan and smack a hand to his face. “I can’t believe you…! Ugh.”
Jaken clicked his tongue at me and stomped his way over, and I blinked when he stopped to sit next to me. I stared down at him blankly, wondering what he was doing. He yanked the scissors out of my hand.
“Put these away! You don’t need them! You aren’t going to waste a perfectly good kimono to make something so ridiculous! You are going to make a yogi. You are not cutting off the sleeves! All you need to do is stitch the fabrics together, and leave room between the robes to fill them with down. But, to do that, you must first stitch back the collar of the yogi! Now, put the smaller kimono away. We’re going to use this big, colorful fabric for the base.”
“Uh…” This was unexpected, but alright. “O-Okay.”
It was a little annoying having him bark orders at me, but he probably knew what he was talking about- and if someone knew how to do whatever it was I was trying to do that I didn’t know how to do, I’m going to listen to their instructions. Even if that person just so happened to be Jaken.
So, without further ado, I quickly did as told, folding up the kakeshita and setting it off to the side.
From beside me, Jaken muttered to himself. “I can’t believe I, the great Jaken, am about to do this…” He leaned forward and let out a heavy sigh, shoulders slumping, before sitting back up after a long moment and fixing his expression into something a little more stern and commanding. “Tuck the collar back and start stitching it in place! We’ll be sewing the smaller garment inside once you’re done. Be grateful, human! Against my better judgment…” He lifted his beak, smirking, tapping a hand to his chest. “I shall instruct you.”
With that attitude, it was difficult to feel any gratitude. I squinted an eye at him. “I am feeling… so much gratitude right now. Thanks.”
“Hehe! As you should!” It appears my sarcasm was lost on him.
Rin just laughed, clapping her hands together, the girl having already finished her persimmon. “Yay! Master Jaken and Big Sister are working together!”
Eh, I’m not so sure we should call it that. “I guess…”
“Hmph!” Jaken turned his head away with another scowl, clearly cursing whatever it was that made his life take such a drastic turn that he ended up traveling with two humans, and was forced to babysit one and was often coerced into helping the other. As he was contemplating his life choices, I moved around to sit near the shiromuku’s collar, prepping the needle and thread for stitching. Jaken, who was still huffing, stopped to sniff the air, relaxing a little as the scent of cooking meat and vegetables reached his nose. “Mmm…”
His beady eyes opened to gaze longingly at the pot.
“That rabbit smells delicious!”
“You think so?” I looked at him, then the pot. “I might have to add more salt to it, though. A little can do a lot, so I didn’t wanna overdo it, so I might have used too little. We’ll find out.”
Rin smiled and sat down beside the right sleeve, between me and the imp demon. She hugged her knees to her chest. “I’m just excited to have a real meal for once! It’s been so long since we had anything other than roasted fish or grilled meat.”
I paused at that, having been tying the thread to the needle. “Y-Yeah…”
She probably hasn’t had a home cooked meal since her parents were killed. Gods, I really hope this stew turns out well. If it doesn’t, I might just cry. This little girl needs to eat properly, and I want it to be all good things. If it tastes bad in any way… if she doesn’t like it… ugh, I’m not so sure if I’ll ever forgive myself. Please, oh, please, whatever gods that exist that have anything to do with cooking, please, let this meal turn out well.
It doesn’t have to be great, just… decent.
Inhaling deeply, blinking away some tears that were trying to form and sting my eyes, I got to work stitching. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. The cooking, the sewing, I wasn’t even sure if I had been grocery shopping properly the other day, but I was trying my best. I was trying for Rin, because I wanted her to be healthy even after I left. I wanted her to be comfortable. I wanted her to not be cold. I wanted Sesshōmaru to know how to properly raise a child.
I was never a big sister before coming to this era, instead having only ever lived my life as a sickly baby sister who had to depend on everyone around her to survive. Looking after someone like this was entirely out of my comfort zone. I was going in completely blind. I’m not even sure if I’m acting like a big sister, or if I was doing it all wrong, or… if this will actually help Rin in the long run. I’m just panicking.
I’m scared.
I don’t want to leave the Feudal Era.
But I most likely won’t have a choice, so I’m trying to make preparations for it. I’m not actually a big sister. I’m just someone who cares quite a lot about the adorable little girl I stumbled across. I want to make sure she can live a full life. I know she’s only eight, so all of this won’t do anything to help once she’s older, but it might help her now and… that’s what matters.
“Hey, Big Sister?” Rin’s voice called out to me, and I inhaled sharply, pausing just as I was about to start the first stitch. I turned to look at her, curiosity in my gaze. She smiled at me, hugging her knees closer as she leaned her chin down to rest on her arms. “I really missed you while you were gone. Thanks for coming back.”
Oh. “O-Of course.”
I plastered a smile on my lips, ignoring the stabbing pain in my chest at her words.
“Always.”
I don’t think I’m qualified to be a big sister, or a guardian, or anything of the sort, but…
Rin really was my small child.
The smile stuck to my face, I turned back to the shiromuku, fighting the tears as I steadied my breathing and focused on stitching. This is fine. Everything is fine. I was always a fool who got easily emotionally attached. This was just par for the course. There’s no point in being sad. She’ll forget me once she gets older.
I’m not making a big impact on her life. I’m just… making a tiny dent, to pave the way for better things. She’s attached to me right now, but it’s nothing serious, I’m sure. She’ll forget me.
She’ll forget me.
Rin has to forget me.
“Your stitches are too far apart!” Jaken snapped. “Start over!”
Inhaling shakily, I redid the stitches. I ignored the pair of eyes boring into me from the nearby tree where a certain demon lord was sitting. I ignored the way my hands were shaking. I just focused on the stitching, and the smell of rabbit cooking, and how I was still mad at Sesshōmaru for everything he said even though I was really happy he didn’t abandon me, and I told myself everything was fine. It’s just for a little while longer.
I can do this for a little while longer.
Anastasia will be defeated soon enough.
It’s not my first time being alone.
“...Big Sister?” Rin sounded a little more concerned this time when she called out to me, seeing how my expression fell, my entire body language shifting into something a little more dejected and… lost. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I murmured, not even flinching when I pricked one of my fingers with the needle as I tried to undo the stitches because I messed up again. “Just focusing.”
“Oh…”
Jaken had been an absolute nuisance during these next few hours, yelling at me or smacking my arm for making stitches too big. He took a seat next to me, squinting and judging me for every single stitch I made. It made it difficult to get lost in my darker thoughts.
Thankfully, I’ve always been pretty skilled with my fingers so I was able to get into a decent rhythm once I had the spacing figured out. The collar didn’t take too terribly long, and the rest of time was spent trying to stitch the kakeshita inside the shiromuku. For as much progress as I was making, I still had so much more to go.
When it was time to check the rabbit meat, taking a test bite of one of the vegetables, I ended up adding a little more salt to the meal. It was quite bland without a proper broth, but after a few hours the meat was tender enough to eat and the water was soaked with salt and juices from the meat and vegetables. I was actually surprised with how well it turned out.
Dinner was a much needed break from the imp’s constant nagging, and f it wasn’t for the fact that I was mostly doing this for Rin, so she’d stay warm during the cold winter nights, trying to prepare things for her for when I eventually leave this era, I might have kicked Jaken into the campfire.
Gods, the rabbit meat tasted so good. The potatoes were also very delicious.
I couldn’t help but pat myself on the back and cheer for having not screwed up. “Victory, victory~!”
“It’s really good!” Rin exclaimed, sipping her stew from a bowl. Catching a couple vegetables in her mouth, she chewed with a happy grin. Jaken gave her a dirty look as he picked up a bite of radish with his chopsticks, seeing the little girl completely forgo common etiquette. She hummed and licked her lips, looking up at me with a big smile. “This is amazing, Big Sister!”
“Aww, shucks.” I wore a goofy smile and waved a hand, pretending to be bashful as I accepted the praise with great silliness. In truth, I was extremely relieved, but I didn’t want them to know- even though I’m sure my anxiety had been obvious. “I’m just glad it didn’t burn.”
Rin was already slurping up some more of the stew.
“Hey, slowly!” I scolded lightly, resting a hand on her back. “You’ll choke.”
She slowed down, though with the rate she was still eating she’ll be done with her bowl before I’m even halfway done with my own. I laughed when she shifted to lean her back against my chest, and I had to shift the way I was holding my arms so I could eat without getting anything in my bowl on her. It was a little uncomfortable, but I wasn’t about to tell her to move.
Overall, it was a very successful first meal attempt- and since I cooked… Jaken got to do the dishes.
He wasn’t at all happy about it, but I did feed him and he wasn’t so high and mighty that he was above showing gratitude. Although he was going to grouch about it the entire time. “Tch… being ordered about by a mere mortal…”
I liked to consider it revenge for yelling at me so much while I was trying to stitch the kimonos together. There was still a lot to go through, but I think I made good progress despite all the times I had to redo the stitches. Once everything was put away, I continued to try and do some more stitches, at least until Rin got tired and the sky grew dark.
It was a nice first day back.
And the next two days were pretty pleasant, too, save for Jaken’s constant yelling. We had begun to travel again, walking through the woods and by some streams, so for dinner I settled for simply frying some vegetables and whatever meat Jaken brought back. I was also finally able to wash my flower-patterned kimono and hair ribbon thanks to the nearby water, and I was all too happy to wear them again after having gone through hell-and-back trying to retrieve them from Diana.
Unfortunately, by the fourth day… Rin finally seemed to notice something was wrong.
I wasn’t talking to Sesshōmaru. I didn’t sit next to him anymore, either. He never called my name, and whenever Jaken got on his nerves by insulting me he simply glared at the imp and demanded he be silent rather than telling him to leave me alone. Most notably, we no longer walked side-by-side while traveling.
Instead of staying beside him, I hung back with Rin and Jaken and Ah-Un, playing games with them and asking if the child had anything in particular she’d like for me to cook for dinner. When we got to Eye-Spy and I avoided using Sesshōmaru as an answer for every single game, not even guessing him when Rin choose his hair or eye color as an answer, the warning bells began to go off in her cute little brain and she stopped to think, glancing up at the demon lord ahead of us and then back at me.
“Lord Sesshōmaru is a lot more quiet than usual…” Rin murmured, squeezing my hand as we walked. I almost cringed at her observation. “And you don’t ask him questions anymore. You haven’t talked to him at all since you came back!”
Looking pointedly up at the sky, I could feel sweat forming on my palms. Her brown gaze was piercing.
“Big Sister… are you and Lord Sesshōmaru fighting?”
There was no doubt Sesshōmaru heard her question. I could see him glance back at us from the peripheral of my vision. Swallowing thickly, I decided to be brave and give a slight shrug, looking down at the girl and flashing her a weak smile. “It’s, uh… not really fighting. We just… had a disagreement. And we’re mad at each other. So…”
In an effort to remain civil and avoid escalating things, we were waiting things out. Waiting for all the bad feelings to disappear, or for the other to apologize. The latter ending was unlikely to happen, though.
“Then you should talk!” Rin exclaimed. “Tell Lord Sesshōmaru you’re sorry.”
“…No.”
That surprised Rin. “What? Why not!?”
“Because.” I stated simply, turning to look at the demon lord who had already moved his gaze back to the path ahead of us. “He won’t.”
Sesshōmaru is too proud to apologize, and while I am extremely grateful to him for everything he’s done and so happy he came back for me, I have my own pride too. He said some incredibly hurtful and insensitive things. What he said was arguably far worse than the way I called him out on his daddy issues.
He hurt Inuyasha.
And, by dismissing that hurt, he was being cruel- to both his little brother, who has suffered because of him, and to me. I may have poked and prodded at a few raw cuts left behind by his father, but Sesshōmaru was clawing open wounds that had never fully healed. So, therefore, no; I am not apologizing for what I said.
Especially since I know he won’t ever do it for me- or his brother.
Rin deflated from my blunt statement, looking like she wanted to protest but knowing fully well she couldn’t. She looked up at Sesshōmaru, then back at me, then up at Sesshōmaru, then lowered her head. Rin squeezed my hand, biting her bottom lip and pouting. “But… then you’ll be arguing forever.”
“Eh.” I gave another shrug, expression falling into something a bit more neutral. I’m sure another clue into the situation for Rin was the fact that I wasn’t smiling nearly as much as I used to, even though she so easily brought a smile to my lips just by being her sweet and adorable self. “We’ll talk again eventually. Probably. Just… not right now.”
“How long is “eventually”?”
“…Eventually?”
“Tomorrow?”
“…Probably not?”
“What about the day after tomorrow?”
“Not unless he talks to me first.”
“Big Sisteeeeeer!” She whined, hugging my arm with both hands, leaning her weight against me and nearly making me fall over as I took another step forward. I yelped, and ended up having to drag Rin as she refused to move, the girl simply clinging to me and letting her heels dig into the ground. “Tell Lord Sesshōmaru you’re sorry~! He won’t do it, so it has to be you!”
Oh my goodness. Oh dear. “Rin, sweetie, as much as I like Sesshōmaru… no.”
I startled the child when I leaned down and hoisted her up into my arms. She was surprisingly light, but she was also quite small for an eight year old. I’ve also grown much stronger since my revival, considering all the archery practice I’ve been doing.
After giving Rin a soft smile, I directed a very pointed stare at the back of Sesshōmaru’s head. “I may have said something insensitive, but what he said was downright cruel. So I’m not apologizing.”
Rin looked close to tears, and her tiny hands gripped my shoulders. “What did he say?”
“That’s for me to know, and for you to not worry about.”
“But-“
“Rin.”
She closed her mouth, pouting, deeply upset that her two favorite adults were fighting, but hearing my firm tone made her decide not to push it. Puffing out her cheeks, she leaned forward and rested her chin on my shoulder, her arms wrapping around my neck. Rin muttered grumpily, “”Eventually” better be soon…”
Yeah…
I know I should probably be the bigger person here and apologize, but… for some reason I just can’t. I love Sesshōmaru, but it feels like I’ll be betraying Inuyasha a second time if I give the demon man a pass. I know I shouldn’t care since our friendship was practically over, but it was hard not to. It also feels like… I’ll be doing me wrong by apologizing. It’s probably just pride, but… I can’t do it.
I won’t. I refuse.
I’m not going to forgive Sesshōmaru for what he said, unless he apologizes or does something to apologize for it first. I don’t care if he’s some kind of lord or demon aristocrat or whatever; what he said was cruel and wrong and disrespectful in every way, shape, and form. I’m not going to let him get away with that.
But I don’t… hate him.
I’m just upset with him.
The argument’s been eating away at me with each passing day… and after all of Rin’s pestering today I found myself even more anxious and upset than I previously was. By the time evening hit I was incredibly uncomfortable, and I hung even further back instead of hanging with Rin as she teased Jaken and tricked him into playing games with her.
Ah-Un nudged my side, looking at me with concerned yellow eyes, and I leaned against them slightly, scratching behind their ears. “I’m okay.” I murmured quietly. “Thanks, though.”
They didn’t look convinced.
On the fifth day, while preparing breakfast- Jaken roasting some wild fish he found while I sliced up some fruits for Rin, I found myself wondering just how long this game of silence between me and Sesshōmaru was actually going to go on. I knew he didn’t care, that he probably didn’t feel guilty at all, but it was starting to bother me beyond just our argument.
Why did he bother coming back for me if this is how things are going to be between us? Why did he make that promise about not abandoning me, if he won’t even say my name? Was it because of Rin? Did he only make that promise so I would keep helping him look after her? Does he really only tolerate me? Have I been a nuisance to him, after all?
Does he think I hate him?
Maybe.
Does he hate me?
I don’t know anymore.
Handing Rin her bowl of fruit, I made to clean off the knife- only to pause. My thoughts were racing like crazy, the anxiety coursing through my veins like adrenaline. I felt so antsy and uncomfortable; as much as I didn’t want to apologize, I couldn’t stand this continued silence. I would rather him outright curse me than ignore me. But I can’t. I can’t apologize. I won’t. If I apologize then he won’t learn, and he’ll continue to say mean things, and we’ll keep fighting, and it’ll be more than just continued silence between us.
Of course, it’s arrogant to assume he might ever learn something from this fight, but I… was hoping for it. Hoping he might realize he was wrong, and that he shouldn’t be so dismissive of his little brother’s feelings.
I’m not going to apologize. I refuse.
But there is something I can do that might give me an idea of his thoughts. It was a gamble, but… as much as it scared me to think he might hate me, it bothered me even more not ever knowing for sure.
Grabbing the basket of fruit and vegetables, I tugged it closer and reached inside for a pear. I took out another tiny bowl, not paying Rin much mind as she munched on the fruit beside me, the girl eying the roasting skewers with hungry eyes.
Heart racing, I got to work slicing the pear.
It wasn’t the prettiest knifework; it was easier slicing apples, but apples weren’t really common in this era and the only thing I knew that Sesshōmaru liked to eat was a pear, so it was a pear I was slicing up for him. I’m not even sure if he’ll actually eat it; chances are he might just turn it away or leave it to rot in the bowl. But if he eats even one slice, or at least takes a bite out of it… that would be enough.
I don’t want him to hate me. I don’t want him to think I hate him, either.
This is just… a messy situation.
I looked down at the child beside me. “Hey, Rin?”
Rin hummed, lifting her head up when she heard me call her. She blinked when she saw me tap the bowl and then point to Sesshōmaru, who was resting against a tree with his eyes closed- meditating, as he usually does.
Her face lit up.
Rin was quick to hand me her half-empty bowl so she could take the one I was holding out. I watched as nonchalantly as I could as she stood up and raced over to Sesshōmaru, only to quickly turn my gaze to the roasting fish when she called out to him and he opened his eyes. “Lord Sesshōmaru!”
Stay calm. Don’t panic.
“Here!” Rin’s voice lowered into a hushed whisper, but I could hear her loud and clear from this distance. “It’s from Big Sister!”
I inhaled sharply at that, sitting upright, and whipped my head around, alarmed. “Rin!”
“What?” She looked at me with innocent eyes, but the grin on her lips was anything but that. For such a young kid, she was incredibly mischievous. “It’s true!”
“Y-You weren’t supposed to tell him that!”
It was supposed to be a subtle thing. Something obvious yet not outright said.
If it was stated, my intentions would be too obvious and he most likely wouldn’t go along with the ruse- even if he did already know what it was I was trying to do. I could feel his eyes on me now- his golden gaze intense as he stared at me, his gaze so sharp and piercing it felt almost invasive, like he was trying to see what exactly it was I was thinking and what was going through my mind trying to pull a stunt like this.
Honestly, it was kind of humiliating.
“Okay, okay, you know what?” Damn it. There’s no recovering from this. All I could do to try and damage control was stand and hold up my hands, a defeated and somewhat distressed smile plastering itself on my face. I began to sideways march my way over to Ah-Un, who was carrying my quiver and bow on their saddle next to the first-aid kit. “I’m gonna go practice my archery. If you don’t wanna eat the pear slices, give them to-”
I cut myself off mid-sentence as I slid my quiver over my shoulder, noticing how dark it suddenly got.
It was still early in the morning.
Where did all these shadows come from?
“Rin.” Sesshōmaru spoke, his voice taking on a firm tone. I noticed that he was looking up at the sky, a hint of irritation crossing his face as he narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brows. “Get to Ah-Un.”
“Huh?” The little girl was confused by the abrupt order.
“Get to Ah-Un.”
“Y-Yes, M’lord!” She didn’t question it, already running towards the dragon, while I lifted my head up with slowly widening eyes, dread pooling in the pit of my stomach as I saw what had cast the shadows and put the demon lord into such a state of annoyance.
The skies had turned totally black, dark clouds covering the rising sun. Eyes, too many to count, were glowing red from within, gazing at us ominously from above.
A chill ran down my spine, goosebumps stinging my skin. If it was only a few of them, I might not be feeling so intimidated, but with what was surely thousands upon thousands of demons, the demonic aura was something fierce. I had never seen so many demons- not even when I was protecting Rin back at Naraku’s castle. It was as if an army was being sent after us.
“So many demons!” Jaken exclaimed, terror making itself known in his usually haughty voice. “L-Lord Sesshōmaru, what do we do!?”
“Kill them.” Was Sesshomaru’s simple answer, already unsheathing tōkijin from his sash as he stood, making his way forward. He started to rise up into the air, leaving us on the ground, as he made to face whatever challenge was being sent his way. “This is clearly just another one of Naraku’s schemes. Hmph. What an insolent pest- sending such vermin to take on me.”
“Naraku…?” Of course it was him. I was quick to notch an arrow, following the demon lord yet not flying after him, simply stopping a few feet away and aiming at the many demons in the sky, a few flames bursting to life and dancing along the projectile. They were too far away for me to start shooting. “Is Kagura among them!?”
If she is, then Kanna might be, too.
“What about Anastasia!?”
The demon lord didn’t even look at me. If it weren’t for his answer, I might have thought he was ignoring me again. “Neither of them are here.”
Okay. That’s good. “Th-Then I can-”
Jaken screamed.
Whipping my head around, I saw the imp had completely vanished, Rin calling out for him from her spot atop Ah-Un. He must have run over to grab his staff only to get snatched by something. “Master Jaken!”
But… why is she looking up at the trees instead of the sky?
Quickly turning my bow around, I aimed at the foliage and let the arrow fly, red hot flames dancing along the projectile. Even if I missed, the fire would spread to the tree itself until it began burning the enemy demon hiding within- and Jaken should be unharmed, regardless of how annoyed he makes me. He was still an ally, after all, so the Shikigami shouldn’t hurt him…
Hmm. Hopefully not, anyways.
Hearing a loud and very inhuman roar, something demonic and yet almost like an old woman, I realized very quickly the demon was in the trees, that I had guessed right, and that it snatched Jaken up from right under our noses. But there wasn’t any time for me to feel relieved or proud of myself for actually managing to hit the demon, because if the demon’s in the trees… that meant Rin, who’s currently under the tree I just shot at, is in danger.
Shit. “Rin!”
I tossed my bow over my shoulder, running for her and Ah-Un, throwing out an arm and wildly gesturing for her to fly away.
“Rin, get out of there! Go!”
She looked at me, alarmed. “But what about Master Jak-!”
Hair.
Long black hair came shooting out from within the trees, snatching the child up by her arms. She screeched, vanishing within the branches, and then I was running, screaming, flames dancing along my hands, determined to strangle and tear apart whatever demon was trying to spirit her away. I’ve never run so fast in my life.
I practically vaulted onto Ah-Un’s back to light the tree aflame, but by the time I had arrived Sesshōmaru was already slicing through the trees with tōkijin, tearing through the bark like it was made out of butter. Then Ah-Un was moving, and I was yelling, being dragged along as the dragon avoided the falling trees.
Sesshōmaru had vanished among the foliage.
When I could see him again, I saw him rising high into the sky, Jaken clinging to the demon lord’s boa with Rin slung over his right shoulder. Strands of black hair clung to their clothes.
Whatever had attacked them was still on the ground somewhere, having escaped Sesshōmaru’s blade by taking advantage of him prioritizing Rin and Jaken’s safety. This, unfortunately, also put Sesshōmaru at a bit of a disadvantage, as he now had to protect them while fending off the army of demons by himself. That wasn’t going to be easy with just one arm, and especially not since he had a child on his good shoulder.
Damn it.
“Rin!” Resituating myself on the saddle, I grabbed the reins and flicked them, guiding Ah-Un towards Sesshōmaru.
Jaken was screeching, kicking his little feet at the approaching demons, while Rin clung to the silver-haired man’s fur for dear life while he slashed at and cut away at the demons that drew close. He couldn’t go all out with the two clinging to him, as they would be affected by tōkijin’s demonic energy, so it was all he could do to protect them while trapped and surrounded as he was.
“Sesshōmaru!” The demon lord glanced back at me, watching as I flew over with the two-headed dragon, and he spun a quick circle with his blade to be rid of them so I could approach.
A few demons did try and fly at me, resembling centipedes and worms, but I was quick to blast them with fire. As soon as the balls of flame hit, the demons were quickly swallowed up by the aggressive fire, and then they were gone, their bones hurtling towards the ground fifty feet below.
Ah-Un continued their flight path, and I yanked off their muzzles as we approached Sesshōmaru so they could shoot at any approaching enemies.
Once close enough, the demon lord cut down another wave of approaching demons and I held my arms out, Sesshōmaru moving in to quickly hand me Rin while Ah-Un defended us. The little girl clung onto me so tight she was practically choking me with her death grip around my shoulders, but I didn’t complain and just set her down on the saddle in front of me.
“Get to safety.” Sesshōmaru ordered. “Take Rin and leave here.”
I nodded. “W-Will do.”
That was already my plan, anyways. Sesshōmaru will be fine on his own; us being here will only get in his way and slow him down. Besides, there are too many demons for me to try and take on. Escaping is our only chance at survival.
If only Inuyasha was here with the Wind Scar… or even Miroku with his Wind Tunnel…
Then over half of these demons would already be gone.
Even Sango’s hiraikotsu would be nice.
But maybe Sesshōmaru will get rid of these demons just as fast once we’re all gone? He’s stronger than all three of them, after all, although I’m sure Sango could probably give him a good challenge.
“Wh-What about meeeeeee!?” Jaken cried from his spot on the fur boa, but Sesshōmaru didn’t cast him so much as a glance before flying off. The imp ended up losing his grip from the sudden burst of speed, and then he was screeching and screaming as he hurtled through the air, plummeting downwards. “Lord Sesshōmaruuuuuuu, whyyyyyyyy~!?”
Gods, he’s so lucky I’m nice. “Hold on!”
Flicking the reins, Ah-Un went soaring forward, the two-headed dragon blasting any demons that tried to approach. Body parts and gore were falling from the sky towards the earth below with each blast and with each swing from Sesshōmaru’s sword, and Rin clung to my waist, her face buried in my lap, as I held my arms out, Ah-Un diving downwards and back up, so I could catch the imp.
It was extremely nerve wracking, especially since the dragon wasn’t nearly as fast or agile as Kirara, but I did manage to catch him. Jaken was just… upside down, since I grabbed him by the legs.
“No, no, no, no!” His feet almost kicked me in the face as he continued to thrash. Jaken almost hit Rin with his staff, too, but the little girl avoided it. “Lord Sesshōmaru, whyyyyyyyyyy!?”
Rin let out a small yelp as ducked to dodge another kick. “M-Master Jaken, calm down, it’s okay! You’re safe!”
“I-I’m too young to die-! Huh?” The imp stopped thrashing, and I gave him an exasperated look as he grabbed onto his hakama to lift himself up, staring at me with big eyes. “You… You saved me?”
“Against my better judgment.” I deadpanned. “Yeah. I did.”
“You… You…” He looked like he was about to cry, but anger quickly took over as he waved a claw at me. “You insolent woman- you almost hit me with that arrow of yours back there! A little more to the right and I would have been roasted meat!”
“That sounds like a “you” problem.” Jeez. This jerk can’t even say thank you properly. “Shut up and sit.”
I tossed him behind me, and Jaken squeaked as he landed roughly on the saddle. “How dare you-”
“Shut up!” I roared, tugging on the reins.
Ah-Un dove, a large half-humanoid centipede thing flying above our heads, its multiple claws swiping where we had been hovering just a second ago. My heart was running a marathon within my chest, body slamming my ribcage as I attempted to guide us to safety with Ah-Un’s help.
“Staff, Jaken! Use your staff!”
“Don’t tell me what to do!” The imp snapped, standing up on the saddle and holding up his Staff of Two Heads, the mouth of the old man opening and spewing scorching hot flames. “Hraaaaah! Ahahaha! Take that you, you wretched beasts!”
“Keep it going!” I exclaimed, shielding Rin as best as I could while guiding Ah-Un back down towards the ground. “Whoa!”
Ah-Un lunged to the side to avoid an orc demon that had swung at us with a spear. Ah opened its mouth and charged up a ball of energy, shooting it at the attacking demon and hitting it square in the chest, sending the orc flying back. Un let out an angered roar.
“E-Easy, sweetheart! Good dragon!”
Rin buried her face in my chest, hugging my waist tighter. “Big Sister!”
“I-It’s okay!” Think. Focus. “Sesshōmaru’s got this! We just- We just need to get out of here so he can go all out.” Breathe. “So hold on!”
She nodded. “M-Mm!”
“Ah-Un!” At my call, the dragon was flying past the orc demon and away from it as fast as they could. Jaken redirected the flames from his staff towards the demon as it tried to chase us, the imp laughing maniacally despite how terribly he was shaking. Keeping one arm wrapped around Rin’s back, holding her protectively to me, I swallowed down the fear and tried to maneuver us to safety.
I’ve never really driven Ah-Un before, as they typically just followed Sesshōmaru or Rin around, so I was surprised they were following my orders so cooperatively. They always were rather nice to me, though, and always showing concern for my wellbeing, so I guess it makes sense. They didn’t have much of a reason to not listen to me, especially since I helped look after Rin who always took good care of them.
Thankfully, I always tended to figure things out in the midst of a crisis, so it didn’t take long to figure out how to use the reins.
“Good dragon!” I breathed, echoing my previous comment. We needed to outrun these demons hiding in the sky and get to an area where they won’t reach. “You’re doing such a good job!”
Un let out a small appreciative grunt, while Ah snapped its head to the side and opened its mouth, preparing another blast. It shot down some kind of weird pterodactyl-looking demon that had been flying right at us, fangs bared and claws extended, and as I turned my head to watch the demon fall to the ground in pieces, torn to bits from the blast, I felt a rise of demonic energy from the right. Ah-Un roared, the dragon’s body jerking, our escape being forced into an abrupt halt. Jaken, who had been standing, almost fell off the saddle with a loud yelp, the flames of the staff being put out as he stumbled to catch his balance.
Hair, long and black, had shot out from the trees below, and was wrapped firmly around one of the dragon’s hindlegs.
“Huh?” Jaken blinked, turning around and looking about to see what caused the suddenly halt, only to gasp upon seeing the hair. “I-It’s that beast! The Tenjō Kudari that grabbed me earlier!”
I sent him a look, alarmed and very confused. “The what!?”
“Tenjō Kudari!” He exclaimed, scowling and shifting his staff to point it at the creature thirty feet below us. “That wretched attic crawler! Lurking in the trees this time, by Naraku’s orders no doubt! Hmph! I won’t allow you to get the best of me this time, you old hag! Take this- behold, the power of the Staff of Two Heads!”
“No, Master Jaken!” Before the imp could start having his staff spew flames, Rin reached out and yanked on his sleeve, sending him falling onto his back. “You’ll hurt Ah-Un!”
Jaken kicked her hand off of him, sitting up and glaring. “You stupid girl! The demons will catch up to us if we don’t-”
“Stop fighting!” Facing the direction the Tenjō Kudari was in, I outstretched my palm. A small ball of flame went shooting out towards the long dark hair, and Ah-Un was able to free its leg as the fire burned the strands away. I leaned back to grab the reins, the dragon already taking off. “Let’s go, go, g-ah!”
From deep within the trees, where the attic dweller demon was hiding, a horrifically long tongue snapped out. It attempted to pierce through the front of my shoulder, but the fabric of my kimono protected me. Unfortunately, it did not protect me from the force of the hit, and I was sent flying and falling off of Ah-Un’s back with a scream.
The world flew past me. Rin was crying out to me.
As I began to hurtle towards the earth, lips already parting in preparation to call out for the Shikigami, I suddenly saw a flash of silver in the distance. My skin tingled from the spike of demonic energy that filled the air, oppressive and heavy and furious. And then… my voice stopped.
The prayer caught in my throat, surprise painting my face.
Sesshōmaru was flying right at me, avoiding all the demons that were chasing him, his sword back in his sash and his one hand outstretched as if to try and grab me before I could splatter against the forest floor.
He’s… saving me?
Even though he was still so mad at me? Even though he probably hates me? Even though… he probably thinks that I hate him?
Why?
A hope rising in my heart, I lifted a hand, reaching out for Sesshōmaru as he drew near. But as I opened my mouth to call out his name, I saw- from behind him- how some of the dark clouds began to twist… and continued to do so until some strange and hideous chimera came bursting out of it, as if it itself were the dark clouds that had blotted out a good portion of the sky. It was a massive creature, with the head of a baboon, the body of a raccoon dog, a literal snake for a tail, and tiger legs.
I watched the demon lord’s eyes widen as I yanked my hand back just before he could grab it. “Behind you!”
The chimera was as large as it was hideous, and it attacked Sesshōmaru from behind, swiping at him, the demon lord narrowly avoiding the blow thanks to my warning but failing to stop the front of his armor being destroyed, the bone-crafted pauldron completely shattering from the beast’s claws. The snake coiled and hissed, attempting to snap at him, but Sesshōmaru simply avoided the attacks.
On the other hand… I was still falling- and the ground was a lot closer than before.
“Big Sister!” Rin had taken hold of Ah-Un’s reins. “I’ve got you!”
The dragon dove down as fast as they could manage, and I yelped when Un snatched my sleeve and began to drag me along with them... a half-second before I hit the earth. I ended up having to grab onto my own sleeve so I wasn’t ripped out of my kimono- as that would have been a humiliating way to die.
My bow and quiver were gone, unfortunately, having slipped from my arm and shoulder when I fell, but I was still alive… and that was what mattered.
I could feel my toes scrape the grass before I was being lifted back into the air, dangling from the demon’s mouth and kicking my legs with a panicked screech. “Wh-Whoa! Hey! Hey! I-I can fly, let me summon the eagle!”
“Master Jaken, grab Big Sister!”
“Bah!” The imp held the front of his staff out to me, scowling. “Don't presume to order me around, Rin!”
This is absolutely ridiculous and beyond dangerous, but okay, fine, let’s do it this way.
A little horrified to be hanging on by Ah-Un’s teeth clutching the fabric of my sleeve, I fumbled to reach out and grab the wooden staff. I had just barely latched onto it when Un suddenly lost their grip and let out a pained roar, the dragon being shoved sideways as the Tenjō Kudari’s tongue shot out once more and pierced through both of Ah-Un’s hindlegs.
As it yanked its tongue back, everyone, including Ah-Un, was falling.
There was screaming. The world was spinning around us, passing us by with alarming speed. Demons, bones, and blood were all spilling from the sky.
All I really remembered doing in that moment was trying to grab onto Rin as she screamed loudly for Sesshōmaru. I cradled her head to me, trying to shield her tiny body as we fell, and then desperately shouting a prayer.
“Sh-Shikigami~!”
A pentagram quickly drew itself above us, green flames flickering to life.
Sesshōmaru heard everyone screaming and shouting. He sent a large blast of demonic energy crackling and tearing through the hordes surrounding him, before letting lose a particularly violent Dragon Strike towards the chimera-like demon so he could attempt to fly over and rescue us.
But the chimera was stubborn and kept trying to get in his way, surviving the blast despite the many wounds it sustained and lunging at him.
Sesshōmaru was almost close enough to grab us before he had to jump back in mid-air and swing his sword to block the chimera’s fangs, its jaws biting down hard against the crackling tōkijin. If not for the eagle Shikigami bursting out of the pentagram when it did, diving down and softening the landing for us two humans with its gentle green flames, Rin and I might have been badly injured.
We pretty much bounced off the spirit’s back and rolled onto the grassy ground, groaning, my hands more than a little scraped as I shielded Rin’s head. To the far left was Ah-Un, collapsed on their side, blood leaking out of their left hindleg and right thigh. Jaken was collapsed on top of them, dazed and not really conscious enough to start running or defending himself.
Rin seemed to have fainted from the fright, as well.
Not good… ow…
Despite the pain, I made myself move. Picking up Rin, I carried her in my arms and stumbled over to Ah-Un, running as fast as I could manage. I could feel the Tenjō Kudari’s presence nearby, but I wasn’t sure where exactly it was lurking in the trees. All I knew was that it was waiting and watching.
Setting Rin’s unconscious form on the dragon demon’s saddle and moving Jaken so he was right next to her, setting his staff in his arms, I swallowed thickly and held my hands gently against Ah-Un’s side, pleading with the Koi to heal them.
Please, please, I need your help! Something is coming. Something is lurking and others are coming and I need Ah-Un to be okay and able to fly. O’ mighty flowing river, please- give me your blessings! I-I need you!
That was all the Koi fish wanted to hear.
They appeared in a burst of blue flame, splashing out of a pentagram and swimming around the large beast, their cool fire mending the dragon’s wounds. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up, a chill going down my spine as I felt that the something from earlier was starting to approach. I glanced behind me, alarmed, but I didn’t see any demons, and when I looked back in front of me I saw the twin Koi glance at me before diving back into their pentagram and vanishing. Their yellow eyes were as judgmental as ever, yet seemed to hold… an emotion almost akin to worry for once.
But that wasn't really important right now.
Ah-Un was fully healed.
“Yes!” I clapped my hands together, holding my fingers up to my lips as I breathed out a relieved and immensely grateful, “Oh, thank you! Thank you, thank you! So much!”
These Shikigami are so good to me.
“C-Can you stand, Ah-Un!?” I asked, reaching out to try and help them up. “Come on, good dragon, you can do it!” I spoke to them with a sweet and soothing voice, swallowing down my panic as that sensation only grew. My entire body was crawling with goosebumps, a sense of cold hitting my skin. “Very good, good job! Such a strong dragon! You can take Rin and Jaken somewhere safe, yes?”
Ah-Un looked at me, gratitude in their gaze despite their obvious reluctance to leave me behind. Even though I was using them for Rin and Jaken’s safety, they really did worry about me, the sweet dragon.
It made me curious what I did to make them like me so much. “I’ll be fine~! Just get somewhere safe, okay!? I’ll guard your back!”
Ah let out a low, throaty grunt, blinking at me in understanding, while Un just gave me a concerned look before hesitantly nodding. The dragon took off, and I took in a deep breath, bracing myself for whatever was about to happen.
I can do this.
Whatever demon it was that was trying to approach, I can handle it. I just need to focus.
Now’s as good a time as any…
Breath. Concentrate on the flames.
Eyes narrowed and hands held outwards in a stance, ready to start shooting fireballs at a moment’s notice, I steadied my breathing and pictured a circle of fire forming around me, slowly rising up and taking shape into some sort of barrier. The flames were flickering, shaky and unsteady, unused to this form.
Perhaps I was making the barrier too big.
Smaller. Smaller.
Shrink it down.
Just enough to shield me.
There.
The wall of flame was thicker now, wrapped around me in an egg-like cocoon as I stood my ground, looking around with furrowed brows for whatever was approaching. I could see my bow and arrows just a few feet away, so I began to make my way over to grab them, kneeling down and carefully taking aim at the sky, seeing a few Saimyōshō and other hideous winged demons circling above. It was a little difficult to hold my concentration while moving, but it was doable.
I just… needed to keep focus.
Focus… and… shoot.
Seeing one of the winged demons fly down at me, I inhaled sharply and let the arrow go sailing. Flames danced at its tip, and for a second I thought I had missed the beast- but to my surprise I managed to pierce the left wing. “I got it!?”
The grey-skinned demon screeched from the blow, the leather of its wing being torn, and it flapped desperately as it began to fall, the red flames spreading from its wings to its body and burning it alive. I hurried to grab another arrow, already reloading and drawing back the string, but just as I made to aim, the Tenjō Kudari’s tongue snapped out from the forest again.
It hit the flame barrier I had created, but it didn’t tear through it- although the contact of the blow did make me flinch.
This messed with my concentration, and as a result the barrier waved slightly. I ended up having to stop what I was doing to focus once again and restore what was disturbed.
I had no doubt the Saimyōshō noticed.
Which meant Naraku noticed.
“Screeeeeeee!”
Several demons were diving towards me now, and the Tenjō Kudari was retracting her tongue to prepare another attack. I could run and start shooting blindly, but my concentration would be gone and I would most likely get killed. I’m not sure why Naraku is even sending these demons after us without Kagura or Kanna here to try and take my soul, but… I can’t risk it.
It’s safer to stay put and try keeping the barrier up.
Sweat forming along my brow, I shakily pointed and aimed the arrow, shooting and only grazing one of the demons this time. As I was loading the next arrow, the Tenjō Kudari attacked again, and I flinched again as I felt the attack hurt me- not physically, but in a more… spiritual sense. Each stab of its tongue against the barrier felt like it was bruising my soul.
I’ve never felt such an intense pain before. I could feel the spirits all panicking, growing restless and urging me to summon one of them. Urging me to summon the ancient one.
But summoning the dragon would take me out. I’m already tired from the attacks, the fall, the crash landing, and from keeping this barrier up. I’m not even sure if I’ll last if I try to summon the rhino or bull.
“Master!” Roh’s voice rang in my head. “Please!”
No. Not yet. Summoning takes too much out of me. I can’t constantly rely on the spirits and their abilities. I have to do this on my own. I can do this on my own. I’ll be fine.
“Give Roh permission!”
Huh? Permission…? For what?
“Call Roh’s true name!”
His true… name?
I didn’t have the time to ponder what he meant by that, or what he was asking me to do and why. Every time the Tenjō Kudari hit the barrier, the spirits grew more restless, and in the distance, as I looked up, I was able to catch a glimpse of the weird chimera demon as it suffered a blow to the side by Sesshōmaru’s tōkijin.
He managed to push the beast away just long enough to spin on his heel and send several blades of demonic energy flying towards the winged demons to try and give me a chance to deal with the wretched demon that was lurking in the trees. I heard them screech before I saw them being ripped to shreds, and realizing with a hopeful and somewhat relieved heart that Sesshōmaru was helping me again despite everything, I turned to shoot at the Tenjō Kudari.
The Tenjō Kudari, though… was no longer alone.
And I learned that all too late, and only after the arrow was sent flying. Because as soon as I sent the flaming arrow into the trees where the Tenjō Kudari was dwelling, my vision quickly became obscured by fabric.
Pink fabric, to be precise, and it was decorated with large white flowers and even bigger red blossoms. Green leaves poked out from beneath the camellias, beautiful and ever so sweet to look at, and yet…
I could feel my soul being suffocated- no, crushed- as the long pink fabric wrapped around my flame barrier and squeezed. It was trying to make it burst.
Before I knew it, I was dropping my bow, gasping and falling to a knee, clutching at my chest and digging my fingers into my kimono.
This fabric- it wasn’t normal. It was… some kind of… sentient obi and… it was… trying to break me.
“S-Sessh…” I could barely speak, falling to both knees now. “Sesshō…maru…!”
It was trying to kill me.
Either I put the barrier down and get attacked by the demons, or it breaks my barrier and takes me out along with it. My chances of survival with the first option are bleak, but it’s better than my chances of survival with the second option.
“Master, please, call my-!”
Eyes squeezed tightly shut, I forced myself to let the flames go slack and fade away, the barrier vanishing in a flicker of red embers. In a split second, the pain in my chest, in my soul, was gone.
But the fabric had me surrounded, and there was nothing I could do as it unraveled and flew at me, wrapping around my throat and pulling me into the air, its long excessive length of fabric fluttering in the wind as it did so. I tried to grab at it, to tug it off, to burn it, being strangled by the obi, but it squeezed when I did that and it became hard to think, especially since I was so out of breath already. I didn’t have any time to breathe.
It had completely stripped me of my voice.
“Now, now~!” A sultry, feminine voice cooed, though I had no idea where it was coming from. “Behave, alright~?”
I just choked in response, tugging harder against the cloth belt.
Several demons tried to snap at me as we flew, only missing due to the speed of which the obi was dragging me. Kicking my legs, limbs feeling akin to puddy, I tried to scream- but only ended up gasping as the fabric tightened, wrapping more firmly around my throat, and then I was being dragged into the trees- opposite of where the Tenjō Kudari had been positioned.
I couldn’t even see Sesshōmaru anymore.
“Master!”
Dizzy. Hot.
“Master, please!”
No, not hot. It was cold.
“Master!”
So… very cold.
The obi loosened around my neck, but no sooner had it done so did a black kosode, one embroidered with sakura flowers and ribbons, come fluttering into view, slipping itself onto my arms, a pair of icy hands grasping my wrists.
Burning.
I could feel the cold seeping through my tekkou.
A familiar pounding began to make its home in my skull, a burning in my sinuses and a stinging in my eyes as a feminine voice only I could hear began to whisper. “Almost…”
It was such a young voice, and yet so full of misery. It didn’t take long for me to figure out this kimono was the source of the cold I felt earlier.
“I’m so close… just a little more, and I’ll be free.”
“Hehehe~!” The sultry voice from earlier began to cackle, and it took me a second too long to realize it was coming from the obi itself. And that, judging from the lack of pain in my skull, this voice did not belong to a spirit. Not like the one possessing the kimono. This obi was the spirit. “Easy, easy! Don’t want that loud voice of yours to bring that pretty demon running after us, do we? That sword was so scary! Although I wouldn’t mind wrapping around that beautiful slender neck of his… hehehe… oh, the sounds he’d make! They must be absolutely divine with a face like his…”
“Forgive me… I’m so sorry…” The ghostly hands gripping my wrists tightened. “You’ll help me, won’t you? With paying off my debt? I was so close…”
What…?
“All I need is a proper body. You’ll let me use your body after all of this is done, right? Just a little more, and I can pay off my debt.”
I could feel the blood dripping from my nose. The obi had finally loosened its grip, so I could start breathing again, but I felt incredibly vulnerable just hanging in the air, trapped and unable to move anything other than my hands and legs. The kimono had full control over my arms, and the obi had slithered around my waist so I couldn’t even think about slipping out of the fabric. It was coiling around my arms with the excess fabric, and soon even my legs were trapped, pinned by the pink obi.
The only thing I could move really was my head, and as oxygen made its way back into my brain… I heard a laugh.
A cold, spine-chilling laugh that I knew all too well, and seeing someone dressed in baboon fur slowly rise out of the shadows of the nearby trees I could feel my eyes grow wide, horror and alarm painting across my face.
“N-Naraku…!?”
It hurt to speak. My throat felt so raw from the way I had been strangled by the obi.
But how was Naraku here? Sesshōmaru didn’t smell him at all earlier. He would have gone chasing him if he did. Was it a puppet? But don’t the puppets have scents? If he’s here, then what about Kagura and Kanna? What about Anastasia? How did they hide their scents so well that Sesshōmaru couldn’t detect them?
Is this… actually Naraku?
Did I screw up? Should I have kept the barrier up after all, even though it might’ve killed me? Oh, gods… I’m in trouble. My ears are ringing from the ghost’s presence, and it being so close my entire body is having a massive reaction. Black spots were painting my vision, blood spilling from my nose and dripping down my chin, and I ended up choking, my head ringing as the ghost of the kimono held tight to me.
“Wh-What’re you… doing here?” Everything hurts so much. If the ghost wasn’t literally wrapped around me, it might not hurt as bad as it does, but because it is it feels like it’s splitting my skull apart- even though it isn’t even speaking right now. “Is it… Is it for A-Anastasia? Y-You’re here… for her?”
To help her?
“O-Oddly…” I let out a rough cough, giving him a bit of a look. “...nice of you.”
Naraku just hummed, rising up so we were on the same eye level, tendrils extending from beneath his baboon pelt. He chuckled, voice low and unnerving, and I inhaled sharply, leaning my head back as if that would somehow put some distance between us. I could see his smirk beneath his mask, and it disturbed me in every way possible. “My dear Irene… you misunderstand me.”
Huh?
“I am not here to help Anastasia. I am here… for you.”
Seeing the alarm in my eyes, he laughed, and my breath hitched when he reached out to grasp my face with his right hand.
His fingers were cold as ice. “What a pitiful creature you are… still struggling, even now, in the face of complete and utter defeat. You can keep fighting against the restraints all you like, but the kosode-no-te won’t let go, and the jatai wrapped around your throat will be all too happy to silence your cries if you try to scream for your dashing Sesshōmaru. You’re alone, Irene. He’s so busy fending off the Nue and my other demons that he won’t be coming to your rescue until it’s far… far… too late.”
The… Nue? Is that the chimera? So then… those demons- they were all a trap?
Not for Sesshōmaru, but for me?
Why?
“Oh, would you look at that…?” Naraku’s thumb grasped my chin, forcing me to look at him, and I grit my jaw, glaring at the monster of a man through bloody tears. “I assumed as much. Can you hear it; the cries of the lost soul within this beautiful black kosode…? The pain and desperation of a young woman who died in vain, despite having slaved away night after night to serve those who didn’t respect her? Hehehe…”
Naraku let out another chuckle, his grin twisting into something even more vile and sinister.
“You connection to spirits is the very reason I am here. I’m going to take you away, Irene, and I am going to devour your soul.”
I furrowed my brows at that. “Devour my… soul?”
“He gets your soul…” I heard the kimono whisper. “I get your body.”
Ignoring the pain her voice brought me and the disturbing implications that came along with her words, I tried to wrap my mind around what Naraku was saying. I thought he was working with Anastasia so she could take my soul and the spirits I have with it. But… isn’t this going behind her back? Why? Is he betraying her?
What does he get from doing this?
“Wh-Why-” I couldn’t finish my question, breaking out into a fit of coughs, and Naraku released my face to slide backwards, lacing his hands behind his back.
His lips spread in a wide and malicious grin. “Because I can make use of them. That dragon of yours… I’m almost certain you haven’t been able to tap into it’s full power yet. If I devour your soul, and that dragon and your familiar become mine… absorbing demons will be easier than ever. You’re still just a fledgling of a priestess, Irene. You haven’t yet realized what all you’re capable of with the Shikigami.”
Naraku smiled at me, his dark lashes fluttering over his crimson eyes as he gazed at me through his mask.
“And that means your soul is prime for the taking. Although, looking at you like this, I can’t help but wonder…” I saw his fangs poke out from behind his lips, the artificial half-demon reaching out once more to brush his fingers against the black sleeve of the kosode that had latched onto me. When he gripped my bicep, I flinched, and grew even more disturbed when he moved in close, the man grinning down at me with sharp teeth and crazed eyes. “If I killed you right here… what sort of spirit would you become? Would you become a spirit at all? What happens to an onmyoji priestess’ soul when she dies? I’m tempted to find out.”
This fucking bastard-
I couldn’t help but spit at him, the taste of iron strong on my tongue. I ignored the pain in my throat. It was incredibly satisfying seeing the blood splatter against his chin. “The kind that would haunt your ass!”
Naraku was undeterred. He just seemed disappointed as he released me to reach up and wipe the blood off with his thumb, flicking it away. “What a pity. I was expecting a more clever response.”
“H-How about an onryō then!?” In my rage and panic, I began to raise my voice, tugging against the restraints yet failing to break free, only managing to lean my head forward as I shouted. “Because I-I’ll freaking go calamity on your ugly monkey-wannabe face, you assha-mmmf!”
The obi was quick to wrap around my mouth, silencing my voice and muffling any further insults.
“Mmmmph! Mmmm, mmphf! MMMMPH!”
“Tsk, tsk.” Naraku shook his head at me, clicking his tongue as if he were scolding a child. “Such vulgar language for a lady. I hardly think this is why Sesshōmaru keeps you around…”
“MMMPH MMPH MMMMMMPH!”
“Enough.” He no longer looked amused, the artificial half-demon beginning to turn away. “Come with me.”
Oh, absolutely freaking not. “Mmmmph!”
Flames erupted along my fingers, spreading up my arms, and as soon as they touched the kosode-no-te the spirit and the obi lashed out. The obi was crushing my throat, fluttering along as the kosode-no-te began to forcibly spin my body, violently shaking me around to leave me dizzy and to force me to stop. There was screaming, and chiding, and a ringing in my ears. Then the shaking stopped.
In the far distance, I could vaguely make out the sound of a crash, but I didn’t have a chance to recover from the violent shaking before Naraku began leaping through the forest trees, the articles of possessed clothing dragging my dazed self after him.
Naraku was running for it, trying to escape before Sesshōmaru discovered he was here.
Coward…
The air began to crackle with demonic energy, rushing at us from behind.
There was a fury within it, all encompassing and all too agitated. I could feel him, I could sense Sesshōmaru coming after us. He must have smelled my blood, rather than hearing my muffled screams. The obi and kosode-no-te were chasing after Naraku as fast they could, but none of the three were fast enough to avoid the demon lord as he came flying at full speed.
Everything happened so fast, all I saw was a flash of silver before the obi was suddenly releasing me and slithering away, the pink fabric going limp and fluttering so tōkijin’s blade was unable to cut through it. The kosode-no-te spun me through the air, avoiding Sesshōmaru’s sword, and I let out a strangled yelp as I found myself being yanked higher up into the sky.
Suddenly, I was above the trees and watching the confrontation happen far below me, Sesshōmaru quite surprised to see Naraku but not letting that surprise show for longer than a half second.
He really didn’t smell him nearby…?
Either Naraku has grown more powerful, or something was deeply wrong.
“Ah, hello, Sesshōmaru~!” Naraku calmly greeted, leaping back to take a perch on a nearby branch, crouching down on it and flashing the demon man a friendly smile. Every syllable he spoke dripped with fake pleasantries. “What a pleasure it is to see you again. We haven’t seen each other since the castle… have we?”
“Naraku.” Sesshōmaru hissed, before moving to swing his sword- yet the obi was quick to stop him. The pink fabric wrapped around the blade- just loose enough he couldn’t cut it, but tight enough that he was unable to swing it. Sesshōmaru narrowed his eyes upon discovering this, putting more pressure on the blade, but didn’t make any progress in slicing the pink belt. His lips tilted down in a slight frown. “You’re up to your old tricks again, I see. After Irene’s soul, I take it?”
The baboon-pelt wearing monster just chuckled. “Ah, you figured me out so quickly! Very impressive. Or… perhaps not? I believe my intentions with Irene have become rather obvious as of late.”
“Hmph.”
Sesshōmaru forced some of his demonic energy into his sword, and the demon within the obi screamed as several shards of pure power tore through her pretty fabric. The belt ended up unraveling from around his sword in effort to protect itself, and Sesshōmaru took that chance to lunge for Naraku- who simply leapt out of the way and onto another branch as he avoided the demon lord’s attack.
Naraku clicked his tongue.
He jumped back onto another branch. “Now, now, Sesshōmaru; are you forgetting something? Dear Irene is still trapped by the kosode-no-te… and now that you’ve turned your attention away from the jatai… what do you think is going to happen to her? Are you really so willing to let her die again? And under your watch? What a miserable protector you are…”
Sesshōmaru’s lips tilted downwards in a very heavy frown, his eyes widening and then narrowing as he bared his fangs in a furious growl. Tōkijin sparked, the blue electricity practically threatening to burst from his rage. “I have heard enough!”
The demon lord lunged, determined to pierce the puppet through…
But Naraku just grinned as he jumped out of the way again, landing safely on yet another branch, and then another as Sesshōmaru chased after him, before rising up into the air with a particularly strong jump. His grin widened into something quite arrogant and malicious.
“Take her breath away.”
At his order, the obi flew towards me at record speed.
I didn’t even have time to open my mouth in an attempt to scream before the belt was wrapped around my throat once more, squeezing tight enough to cut off my air supply. I couldn’t even try to pry the fabric off from my throat due to the kosode-no-te restraining my arms. I was quickly running out of air, unable to breathe despite my struggle to do so, dark spots dancing in my blurry and gradually fading vision.
It… hurts…
My fingers twitched, flames trying and failing to flicker to life.
I-I can’t…
Naraku began to laugh, watching as Sesshōmaru glared up at him down below.
“You couldn’t even protect that human child of yours!” The artificial half-demon taunted. “You honestly believe you can get rid of me without surrendering this woman’s life!? She doesn’t even have the strength to summon her spirits; she’s completely at my mercy!”
Damn it..
“From the way I see it, you have two choices, Sesshōmaru.” Naraku’s lips curled into another malicious grin. “Either kill me and surrender this pathetic woman’s life… or rescue her and let me escape.”
“Naraku…” Sesshōmaru’s hand twitched as it tightened its grip on his blade handle.
“Oh, and you might want to choose quickly… I’m afraid she won’t remain conscious much longer. Humans are so very fragile…”
Naraku has got to be joking.
“But, of course, if you do choose to let her die, that’s not on you, Sesshōmaru.” The baboon-pelt wearing monster chuckled, his next sentence beyond cruel. “It’s her own… for choosing you as her protector, knowing full well you despise humans.”
Because he knew.
Naraku knew Sesshōmaru wouldn’t choose to save me over killing him.
“H-He’s… not….” I could barely get my voice out, and even then it was strained and probably difficult to understand. My eyes felt like they were going to pop right out of their socket, tears dripping hot down my cheeks as I gasped and choked. My heart felt like it was being ripped to shreds, knowing I was going to die- and all because I was a fool who fell for the pretty face that saved me when we met. “H-He’s not gonna… just… shut up…”
The obi tightened its grip.
“Shut… up!”
I don’t need Naraku of all people to remind me of how little Sesshōmaru cares. Especially not before my death. I don’t need him to judge me or mock me for my idiocy.
It’s pathetic enough, knowing I fell as hard as I did.
“Well, Sesshōmaru?” Naraku inquired. He sounded all too entertained, and it was absolutely infuriating. “What will you choose? Irene’s life… or my death? Just how cold is that demon heart of yours? Hehehe…”
“Enough of your games!” Sesshōmaru roared.
If I wasn’t currently being strangled to death by a sentient piece of clothing, I might have been surprised by how he raised his voice and how furious he sounded.
“You think you can play me for a fool!? I didn’t realize how eager you were to die, Naraku!”
In an instant, he was gone.
Then he was in the sky, ten feet away from Naraku, reeling his sword arm back. “Dragon Strike!”
Naraku was laughing even as the massive blue dragon erupted from the sword, the sword which Sesshōmaru had thrown in his direction. It seemed to be carried along by the dragon, and the artificial half-demon cackled as lightning struck and tore away at his body, the demonic sword piercing straight through his chest. Bits of limbs were falling apart, even his head removing itself from his shoulders, but he was unbothered. Naraku simply continued to laugh, as if he had borne witness to the most amusing thing of the century.
All the while, Sesshōmaru was flying, claws bared. I was barely able to process the fact that he was in front of me before he was slashing at the belt that was strangling me.
The obi was quick to unravel, wrapping around his arm, then waist, then throat, and his brows furrowed upon hearing the demon that was the obi laughing, its cackles matching Naraku’s own. “Beautiful man! Oh, I’ve been longing for you! Dance with me, will you!?”
Gasping, coughing, wheezing, oxygen flooded back into my lungs and brain once more. I slumped in the kosode-no-te’s hold, my blurred vision fading then clearing just to see Naraku’s body completely torn apart… and fading away, the tōkijin impaled in his chest where a heart would be, flowers petals drifting out of his mutilated body.
He was a puppet after all. “Sesshōmaru…”
The fake Naraku observed us, his slowly vanishing and falling head watching as the demon lord glared hatefully down at him, the jatai squeezing Sesshōmaru tight and doing her best to restrain him.
“So that’s what you chose. Heh… until next time, then. Make sure to take good care of Irene’s soul for me. If you can keep her alive…”
With those final words, the puppet was gone, tōkijin falling to the ground, the strong scent of very fragrant flowers in the air being the only remaining proof that it had been here.
Sesshōmaru narrowed his eyes at the sight, clearly finding something suspicious about it, but he didn’t pay it much thought as he instead focused on fighting back against the obi that was trying its damndest to strangle him.
The sentient length of fabric cackled, feeling him tug against its pull as he tried to free his arm. “Awww, cry for me! Scream! Let me hear that deep voice of yours! Pretty please? Hehehe…”
It squeezed around his throat, and I continued to gasp for air, more dizzy than ever. I could barely even feel my fingers. Most of my body felt devoid of strength. Blinking away the daze, I glanced to the side to see Sesshōmaru curling his claws in an attempt to grab at the fabric, the man having managed to bend his arm to reach his shoulder. He was so close to grabbing the fabric that was around his throat.
At the forefront of the fabric against his neck, I saw a pair of bright green eyes blinking, a pair of red-painted lips pouting at him. It was incredibly unnerving.
“You’re such a stubborn man!” She huffed. “But so beautiful… hmm. I love watching beautiful men breathe their last breath, you know. Come on~ scream for me!”
“Sesshōmaru…” My voice was a breathy whisper.
From far behind us, I heard a roar- most likely the Nue from before. Alarm immediately spiked through me, my heart leaping up fearfully, and I glanced back over my shoulder with wide eyes. I could see the chimera-like beast flying our way. If it reaches us before Sesshōmaru can get free, we’re dead.
Well, I’ll be dead; he’ll at least be in serious trouble.
This is… gonna hurt.
Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, I felt the panic rising, and I braced myself for what was about to happen next.
Channeling all my panic and fear, I forced my entire body to light up in flames. Almost immediately, the spirit within the kimono began to scream- and that scream rattled my skull, causing me to scream despite the pain in my throat. Still, I kept the flame going, vision bleeding red, and the kosode-no-te began to thrash, flying about in a panic and spinning, twirling, and looping around, before slamming my back hard against a tree and forcing my arms to move against my will as it curled its burning cold hands against my throat, fingers digging into my neck and strangling me once more. “L-Let… g-go…!”
“Stop! Stop! Stoooop!” The ghost of a woman cried. “It hurts! It huuuuuurts!”
Burn.
Burn it away.
Burn it all away.
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
The possessed kimono was dragging me up the tree bark, branches cutting and scratching away at me, tearing the ribbon out of my hair. The kosode fabric was fluttering all around me, and I could feel the ghost’s fingers burning into the skin of my neck, but there wasn’t much of it left. I urged the flames to grow hotter, brighter, fiercer, and the colors shifted from red and orange to blue and white. The kosode-no-te’s scream was so pained and so loud for a moment all sound seemed to have stopped… and then I was falling, the talismans I had stored away in my kimono tumbling out as I hit the ground with a hard thud.
Blood spilled out from my lips, and I rolled onto my back, coughing and gasping and hacking up a storm, hands over my mouth as more and more red was spit out. Around me, pieces of black fabric were burning and fluttering downwards, drifting slowly towards the grassy ground.
“I had… been so close…” The ghost whimpered. “One more day… One more day, he would’ve bought me. We would’ve been married. But then…”
The embers faded, and with it her voice.
“Someone… killed us both…”
“Awww, she’s gone?” The jatai called from where she was trying to strangle Sesshōmaru. His claws were just barely touching the fabric around his throat, yet still he couldn’t grab it. He couldn’t use his poison spray, either, without hurting himself, so grabbing the cloth and tearing himself free was his only choice at the moment. She had completely restrained his movement. “Shame. She almost had you. Like how the woman that once used me had her. Ooooh, that was the day…”
The fabric demon spun around and twisted until her eyes could look down at Sesshōmaru, who was glaring at her silently, not uttering even a sound. He wasn’t going to fulfill her sadistic wishes.
“It had been such a jealous woman, you know? She surrender her little finger to the most beautiful man to prove her affection for him, but he decided he wanted the oiran in the black kosode instead. So, on the night before they married, she wrapped me up in her hands and…” The jatai giggled, curling back around the demon lord’s throat and joining the bundle of fabric there. “Well, let’s just say killing the man was a lot more satisfying. The poor woman never saw it coming. It was pitch black in the room, and neither could see. Of course, it helped that they were asleep… but the man woke up soon enough. That’s what made it so fun! Hehe. Oh, and what a dream he was…”
Gods, this talking fabric belt was sick.
Coughing a bit more, my throat burning from the continual on-and-off abuse, I pushed myself up onto my knees and wheezed. I wiped the blood from off my lips.
“Wh-What… i-is… y… your… deal?” I spat out, struggling to stand, my legs akin to jelly as I staggered sideways and stepped on some of the onmyōdō talismans that were on the grass. “Just… shut up…”
The Nue was alarmingly close now.
“Shut up… a-and… let him go-!” A ball of flame formed in my hand, and I forced my body forward, hurling it at the long bundle of pink fabric with all the strength I could muster. The fabric was quick to try and dodge it, loosening its grip on the demon lord’s arm just enough, but that was all Sesshōmaru needed.
Grasping the fabric around his throat, he shredded it… and the jatai screeched in agony before tearing itself away.
She was pissed. “How dare you!”
He lunged at her, claws already glowing green, but the fabric was fast- slithering and curling around his attacks like some kind of snake. It could loosen when needed and go slack, slipping through an attack, or tighten in an attempt to trip him up. I ended up falling back onto my knees, exhausted and in pain, and as Sesshōmaru attempted to spray the creature, the jatai just laughed, flying upwards.
“Your desperation only makes you more attractive, handsome! Ahahaha! It makes me want to hear you scream all the more!” The fabric twisted into a thin and tight coil, and then she was throwing herself at him. “Let me hear your voice!”
Sesshōmaru was clearly growing annoyed.
Wherever he slashed, the jatai avoided. Whenever he tried to spray the fabric with his acidic poison, the jatai slipped just out of range. He couldn’t cut the fabric with a sword because it was fabric, either. It was the most irritating opponent he’s had to fight yet, and one he definitely considered more of a nuisance than a threat.
But it was definitely a threat to me.
He… He threw his sword at Naraku earlier. Enough oxygen finally returned to my brain for me to think, and I found myself staring a bit dumbfounded at Sesshōmaru as he fought the jatai. The Nue was growing closer with every passing second, practically twenty feet away now and only getting nearer, but Sesshōmaru was fighting the jatai. Why? He threw his sword, then… attacked the belt to save me.
Sesshōmaru could have easily abandoned or sacrificed me to attack the puppet, firmly believing it was Naraku, but he didn’t. He attacked the puppet and helped me out at the same time.
He… didn’t choose me…
He chose to defy Naraku’s ultimatum.
But he could’ve chosen to go after Naraku.
It was a little confusing, but I think it was a good sign that he didn’t hate me.
Suddenly, Sesshōmaru’s head snapped around. I startled, seeing his golden eyes staring right at me. He began running. His claws were raised, arm drawing back in preparation to strike. The jatai lunged at Sesshōmaru, reaching out with both ends of the fabric to wrap around him, coiling around his waist and arm and throat, but failing to slow him down as something seemed to give him strength.
It was as if his rage had given him power, blue specs dancing in his golden irises as he opened his mouth in a dangerous growl.
The next thing I knew, he was leaping into the air, towards me, and then I was on my back, letting out a startled and somewhat frightened yelp. Not knowing what was happening or what to expect- only seeing his claws coming right at me- I flinched and braced myself for pain, waiting for the inevitable. But… the pain never came. Only a sensation of warmth splattering against my chest.
Slowly opening my eyes, I blinked and looked up, but my confusion quickly shifted into horror.
Half of the Tenjō Kudari’s tongue was flopping in the air, and the Nue, who had dived down towards the demon lord at the same moment he jumped towards me, had buried its sharp teeth in Sesshōmaru’s right shoulder, its claws tearing at his bicep and left shoulder. Blood was oozing into his white clothes, staining the kimono crimson, and from this close up, practically pinned against the ground by the dog demon, his legs on either side of me, I could see Sesshōmaru’s expression twist and harden from the pain as the Nue’s saliva seemed to burn his skin.
Or… no. It wasn’t burning him. I could tell from the exposed part of his arm. The skin was turning purple.
The Nue was poisoning Sesshōmaru.
And the jatai was laughing, squeezing his throat, his arm restrained and held just above my head from where he had sliced the Tenjō Kudari’s tongue in half. “Almost! Almost there! Oooooh, that was a beautiful sound. One more time?”
I flinched when I felt quite a bit of his blood drip onto me, hot and wet and staining the front of my blue flower-patterned kimono.
“Pretty please?” The jatai cooed. “Sing for me, beautiful!”
The Tenjō Kudari must have snuck up on me from behind. I was so out of it from being constantly strangled and tossed around, I hadn’t even noticed its demonic aura. If Sesshōmaru didn’t rush at me when he did, if he didn’t get hurt trying to protect me, the demon’s tongue might have pierced right through my throat.
Sesshōmaru, who never had any trouble with a fight, who always killed so fast and efficiently and elegantly, who even tended to show off just because he could and was capable enough to get away with it, was now badly wounded.
He… oh gods…
There’s so much blood.
Because of me, he’s…
“No?” The jatai asked when she received no response. “Ugh, do I have to kill this woman first? Women just aren’t any fun to kill! Although this one has been putting up quite a struggle… which has been rather entertaining, but she’s not even that pretty. Where’s the motivation!? Why do you even keep her around? Is it because she’s-“
“Silence!” Sesshōmaru’s lips curled back in another growl, tired of the obi’s voice and her constant taunting. Shifting, he pushed back against the Nue and turned, clawing at the beast despite the jatai’s attempt to restrain his movement.
The Nue let out a loud roar, having half of its face clawed off, and it was sent stumbling back from the blow. It was already badly wounded when it had come chasing after us, but now the chimera-like demon was seriously injured, a sword wound in its side and various deep gashes along its legs. It was putting up quite a fight, and holding on to life just as stubbornly.
I could see the Tenjō Kudari hanging upside down from the trees behind Sesshōmaru and the two demons, the attic crawler having moved again, and I was more than disturbed to see that it was literally an old hag like Jaken had said.
A hideous woman around her eighties, hanging upside down and was completely naked from the waist up, but something was… deeply wrong. Her head was rightside up and facing directly this way. Her bloody and partially-missing tongue was sticking out of her mouth, bleeding heavily from when it was amputated, and the bottom half of her body greatly resembled a snake, but hairier. Long long black strands of her hair draped downwards and rested against the grass.
As for the jatai…
It had slithered free to dance around the dog demon, taunting and teasing him with every swish and flutter. Sesshōmaru lunged at the pink strip of fabric, fury in his eyes, a desire to kill visible in his movement. Blood dripped from his right arm with each step. But the long length of fabric was just laughing at him.
“Whoa, easy! Hahaha!” She spun around him, and Sesshōmaru leapt back to avoid another attack from the Nue. It tried to bite at him with its snake-tail, but he jumped to the side to dodge it. “Aww, you really~ didn’t like that, huh? Is attacking that woman really the only way I’ll get a sound out of you? I just want one pretty little scream…”
Sesshōmaru leapt forward again, slashing at her with his claws, but the obi swerved and curled out of range.
“Well, if that’s what it takes-!”
Pink fabric twisted in midair, diving downward and snapping around his waist to shoot towards me.
This time, Sesshōmaru was prepared. His claws snagged the fabric before she could completely evade him, and his eyes flashed before his hand began to glow with an acidic green, melting away the pink fabric.
“Master!” Roh? “Master, please, now is the time!”
The Nue and the Tenjō Kudari were getting ready to strike.
“Grab the talismans, and call Roh’s true name!”
Sesshōmaru wrapped the bundle of fabric up in his fist, not giving the screaming jatai a chance to escape. He turned to stare down the Nue, more and more blood dripping, his chest rising-and-falling a bit heavier as the exposed portion of his arm turned a bit more purple. He glanced at the Tenjō Kudari to the side. His fingers twitched, the man ready to finish off whoever attacked first, despite still holding the fabric of the pink obi in his claws.
“No, no, noooo!” The jatai screeched, tears welling up in her vibrant green eyes as the glow from Sesshōmaru’s hand continued to melt away at the cloth. There was only about two inches of fabric left. “Please, pleeease! I haven’t even heard you scream yet! There’s so many beautiful men still out there! Don’t-!”
He showed her no mercy, melting her eyes and filthy mouth away along with the rest of the pink belt.
She was gone.
Only two enemies were left. If Sesshōmaru can take on the Nue, I might be able to handle the Tenjō Kudari. It wouldn’t be easy, but I could burn it through sheer force of will.
But Roh said something about the talismans… and his true name.
“Master, now!”
Roh’s true name… how am I supposed call it when I don’t even know it?
“You do! Now say it!”
Fumbling for the talismans on the ground, I coughed again and picked them up, holding quite a few up with my right hand. My bloody fingers were trembling, but I forced myself up onto my knees, covered head-to-toe in dirt and my kimono stained with Sesshōmaru’s blood. “Roh’s… name…”
I don’t know it.
But, for some reason, tangerine hair was coming to mind, along with red fur, a sweet smile, and golden eyes as warm and bright as the early morning rays of the rising sun.
Oh. That was it.
I could feel it- in my soul, a stirring of the spirits, and the nod of the wise dragon who looked after them all. I could feel him mouthing the name to me. I knew exactly what Roh’s true name was.
Seeing the Nue get back up on its feet and lunge at Sesshōmaru, baboon mouth opening wide and displaying its fangs once more, and the Tenjō Kudari screeching like some sort of banshee as she sent her black hair flying at us, extending it through her own demonic power, I found myself scrambling onto my feet and running. I didn’t notice Sesshōmaru’s alarmed look when he saw me rush past him, or the disbelief in his golden gaze as he saw me charge the Nue and the Tenjō Kudari’s hair. I just focused on the flames bursting to life, letting the fire envelop the talismans I was holding.
Feet pounding against the ground, heartbeat drumming in my ears, I inhaled sharply… and what happened next occurred in a flash, everything going so fast it seemed to happen in slow-motion.
Ignoring the sheer pain ripping through my throat, I tossed the talismans forward with all the strength I could muster. I called out with a desperate, hoarse screech for my familiar, granting him whatever permission it was he needed to take care of these threats.
Roh was not his true name.
No.
His true name was-
“Kyokkiro!”
The flames in which the dog familiar appeared were more than just red- slivers of white dancing among the crimson, flickering with vibrant strands of orange and gold. The Akita Inu came bursting out of the pentagram hanging in midair, but as he ran he began to grow bigger. He grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger, until he no longer looked like an Akita Inu. He didn’t look like a dog.
Not… any kind that I knew of, at least.
Not like any normal dog.
He took the form of a massive beast, one with a fiery orange mane and big red eyes. Flaming red-and-white ears flopped against either side of his head, and he opened his mouth in a loud howl, swallowing up the talismans and with them the Nue who had frozen from shock at the sight of the unexpected transformation.
Roh, or… Kyokkiro… looked totally demonic as he swallowed up the chimera, before lunging at the frantically escaping Tenjō Kudari. It couldn’t get very far, not with how fast Kyokkiro was. He was gobbling the attic crawler up within seconds, and that… was when I noticed the markings on his cheeks. One long vertical stripe going down from his bottom eyelid down to his cheekbone, with two smaller stripes on either side, parallel to one another.
They… kind of looked like Sesshōmaru’s stripes.
Roh…
Kyokkiro…
What on earth is he? Wasn’t he just some kind of fire spirit? Weren’t the Shikigami just fire spirits?
I was so stunned by the dog’s appearance, I didn’t notice the look Sesshōmaru gave me. He recognized the familiar for what he truly was- and the alarming implications that came with it, while I did not. He realized what was happening, what Kyokkiro was doing, and what an onmyōji was capable of. He realized what a threat onmyōdō was. But I didn’t. I could only watch as the massive demonic-looking spirit, who had once been so small and cute, turned to face us.
If I didn’t know Kyokkiro was Roh, I honestly might have been terrified, but instead all I could feel was shock.
Kyokkiro swallowed up the remaining bits of the Tenjō Kudari’s hair, then shook his body, only to soon cough up the talismans- but as they fluttered through the air I noticed that the writing on them had been completely replaced. The spells and charms Kakuju must have worked so hard to make had been overwritten, replaced by ink drawings of the Nue and Tenjō Kudari.
I felt absolutely exhausted, so much strength being sapped from me due to my familiar’s actions, and for a brief moment things almost went black as my vision threatened to give out. But, by some miracle, I remained conscious, and as I shakily pushed myself up onto my feet again, stumbling over to pick the talismans out the air, I could feel Sesshōmaru’s eyes following my every movement.
“Th-This is…” Really weird.
What is going on? Is this some kind of seal?
I stared blankly at the demons drawn on the paper, dumbfounded and beyond confused as to what just happened, only to yelp and drop the talismans, stumbling back, when the one with the Nue lit up with a blue flame. It fluttered onto the ground, and I took another startled, wobbly step back when the blue flames burst out of it to draw a pentagram, the talisman sitting directly in the middle of the star.
Rising up from the ink drawing was the Nue itself, and the horrible creature regarded me with narrowed eyes and a slight nod, a surprising respect in its gaze, begrudging though that respect actually was, and an… acceptance, before its form… shifted and flickered and… it became less of a chimera and more of a tiger.
Stunned, I could only flinch and brace myself, holding my arms up to cover my face as it leapt at me- only to pause in confusion, feeling it not attack me, but go through me, entering my soul to join the other spirits.
“I will not die here, mortal.” A gravely voice muttered from within. “So I shall accept you. Do not misuse my gifts.”
Oh… “O-Okay?”
So much is happening and I don’t understand a bit of it.
Inhaling shakily, I took another step back and finally let myself fall down to a knee, weary brain struggling to comprehend everything that’s going on. Roh was still massive, still Kyokkiro, and he had swallowed up the two demons that were attacking us, only to… spit them out as talismans? And the Nue just decided it wanted to become a Shikigami? What? My brain does not have enough oxygen to comprehend all of this right now.
I don’t even know what’s going on with Kyokkiro, or why he looks so… demonic compared to his usual adorable puppy form as Roh.
Blinking a few times, the cogs in my brain struggling to turn, I lifted my head and looked over to stare at the currently massive Shikigami familiar. What on earth am I supposed to say after all of this? How is anyone supposed to react after witnessing so much weirdness? This was more wild than being unexpectedly revived with tenseiga.
“G-Good… doggie?” Was all I could think to say.
The massive beast grinned, showcasing his very deadly fangs, and then he was running at me, shrinking in size, shifting, until he was a boy no older than ten, dressed in a red kimono top and black hakama. He was throwing himself at me, his tiny arms wrapping around my shoulders. Rust red fur billowed behind him, wrapped securely around his shoulders and tickling his face, tears welling up in his golden eyes. “Master!”
Welp. This is happening. “I, um…”
“Vanquishing flame!”
I blinked. “Huh?”
“On the other demon!” The boy exclaimed, pulling back, his tiny hands gripping my shoulders firmly. Kyokkiro gave me a stern look, one that was very unbefitting of his child-like face. “You must destroy the demon within the talisman by using the Vanquishing Flame! You can do it, Master! You must! Roh has sealed it, so you must destroy it!”
Alrighty then.
My brain feels like pudding, so I’m just going to go along with it.
Leaning over and reaching out, I picked up the Tenjō Kudari talisman and stared at it, making a disturbed face. “A Vanquishing… Flame…”
That sounds like something Dragon could do.
Closing my eyes, I tried to steady my breathing, focusing all my concentration into the talisman and into a prayer. Just as before, as if guided by the spirits within me, the words popped into my head without my even needing to ask.
O’ brightly burning light…
A blue flame lit up the paper, blindingly bright and the color of ice, and slowly but surely the fire began to take shape, shifting into a sphere that enveloped the talisman. Golden flames mixed with the blue, and then I was cradling the sphere with both hands, holding it close to my chest before slowly guiding it outwards, the golden flames almost resembling the art of kintsugi as they spread along the blue sphere like cracks.
With your power, purify this darkness…
My brows furrowed, feeling a hint of resistance from within the sphere. The Tenjō Kudari was trying to fight back, the talisman twisting and turning and fluttering about inside. Thankfully, the sealed demon was already wounded, so it wasn’t much of a struggle, and the golden flames drifted out of the cracks to make a small spiral around the sphere. Opening my eyes, I tossed the orb of flame up in the air, watching as it rose high and began to spin.
And bring the sun back to this land!
It erupted.
Pieces of the talisman were everywhere, burning away into nothing as they were shredded by the golden flames and devoured by the icy blue embers. Beautiful, yet brutal, the Tenjō Kudari didn’t stand a chance, and I was left gasping and falling back down as an alarming amount of energy was sapped from me.
My hands and knees hit the grass faster than I could process that the spell had worked, and then I was coughing and wheezing once again, hunched over with my chest heaving. Black spots were dancing in my vision, my skull throbbing with the sound of my racing heart beat. Gasping, I struggled to catch my breath, and looking around… I saw that Sesshōmaru was gone.
A pool of blood was all that was left in his wake.
Where did he…? Oh, whatever.
He’ll be fine, probably.
Utterly exhausted, I closed my eyes and flopped down onto my side, before rolling onto my back with a weary sigh. My entire body ached.
That ambush had been awful. “I could… s-sleep for… four years after a-all that…”
From beside me, Roh gasped. “Don’t say that!”
Making a face, I gave the child a confused look. “W-Why… not?”
“Because.” He pouted. “It could come true.”
Well, that's some superstitious belief right there. “D-Don’t… go knockin’ on… wood.”
Jeez.
Closing my eyes, I steadied my breathing and parted my lips, throat so raw that whenever I talked it felt as if I had shattered glass in my throat. Everything hurt and ached, and I felt so sore; sleeping sounded like a great idea. I know I should probably go search for Sesshōmaru, but… he’s probably just grabbing his sword. He’ll come back soon enough. I’m too tired and I’m too much pain to move, anyways.
No… I need to get up.
Ugh, but my head’s so heavy…
A little nap can’t hurt, right?
“Master?”
Yeah. A nap sounds great…
“Big Sister!” As soon as my eyes closed, they were being forced open again, a pair of tiny hands shaking my shoulders and waking me up. It was the evening now, a couple hours having apparently passed by while I was out of it, and Rin was sobbing above me. Despite how sudden it all felt, I did actually fall asleep. “Big Sister! Big Sister, wake up! Please! D-Don’t die!”
“…H-Huh?” Wait, what happened? Why is she crying? “Rin…?”
It was a good thing the blood on my kimono had dried up by now, because otherwise the little girl would be covered in it, too. Her face was buried against my shoulder, and as I pushed myself up, flinching as my entire body ached and all my muscles screamed at me, my back feeling especially sensitive, I pressed a palm to the ground and moved to rest a hand on Rin’s head, petting her hair.
My voice was terribly hoarse. “H-Hey…”
Rin was sniffling, and she blinked upon feeling my fingers in her hair. Pausing, having not even noticed that I sat up until I touched her head, she looked up. The tears were staining her face, her eyes puffy and red, and the little girl hiccuped as she gazed at me, worry and fear glistening in her big brown eyes. “B-Big Sister…? Y-You’re… You’re okay?”
“Eh.” Even I know by now that I can’t exactly say that I’m fine, not when I can barely speak, but I don’t want to worry her too bad. “I-I’m alive.”
“What happened!?” She cried, and I held back a wince when she lifted a hand to brush her fingers against my very purple and red throat. “Y-You’re covered in blood, a-and your neck is…”
Yeah, it definitely isn’t pretty. “I-It’s…”
Gods, speaking seriously hurts.
“The blood…” Think, brain, think! “It… isn’t mine.”
Rin looked confused. “Then… whose blood is it?”
I absolutely could not tell her that it belonged to Sesshōmaru. She would end up bursting into another wave of tears, and I had no idea where the demon lord currently was. Considering Rin didn’t know what happened, that meant he hasn’t come back yet, and that meant that she hasn’t seen Sesshōmaru injured since the day they met.
Finding out he got injured to protect me would just… make the situation so much worse.
“Some… kind of demon. Sesshōmaru saved me.” It wasn’t a total lie. He was a demon, and he also did in fact save me.
“Really!?” Thankfully, Rin believed the half-lie. The child let out a loud gasp, her brown eyes starting to sparkle upon hearing how heroic her guardian was. “Lord Sesshōmaru did!?”
“Mmhm.” I coughed a little, but managed to muffle the worst of it, flashing her a bright closed-eye smile. “Saved me from three demons and an evil puppet.”
“That’s Lord Sesshōmaru for you!” She beamed. “He’s so strong! I knew he’d protect you! Lord Sesshōmaru is always going to save you, Big Sister!”
…Well, maybe.
He could have just chased after the puppet and left me to the jatai, but he didn’t. Sure, he didn’t choose my life over killing the puppet, even though he seemed to have fully believed the puppet was Naraku, but he didn’t leave me to die either.
Sesshōmaru tried to take “Naraku” down while saving me at the same time.
He also… kind of… did sacrifice himself to protect me from the Tenjō Kudari, even though he was still wrestling with the jatai. He left himself wide open to the Nue’s attack. If it wasn’t for that ghost, I would’ve been able to sense the Tenjō Kudari behind me, and then Sesshōmaru wouldn’t have had to…
No. Let’s not make excuses. I’m just weak.
I’m still not strong enough on my own yet.
“Big Sister?”
Snapping out of my thoughts, I inhaled deeply and shook my head, before pulling away from the little girl and shifting so I could undo the tekkou wrapped around my forearms. “Hey, Rin?” I felt Rin’s eyes on me as she watched me reach behind my waist to untie my mobokama, leaving me in just my flower-patterned kimono. “I-I’m… gonna go look for Sesshōmaru.”
I slipped my furoshiki off my shoulders, folding everything inside the dirty mobokama and tucking them inside the purple fabric.
“Where’s…” Swallowing painfully, the soreness in my throat excruciating, I turned to meet the little girl’s gaze. “Where’s Ah-Un?”
“O-Oh, uh…” Rin lifted a finger and pointed to the side, and I turned to see the two-headed dragon resting beside a tree. Jaken was nowhere to be seen. “Ah-Un is over there. Master Jaken left to search for Lord Sesshōmaru, but has not found him yet. Do you know where he went, Big Sister?”
Hmm.
I thought for a moment, my brain still a little light, before surprising Rin by wrapping the furoshiki over her shoulders. “I’ll find him. You… You p-protect this, okay?”
She looked alarmed. “Big Sister…?”
Leaning forward, I pressed a firm kiss to her forehead before standing, my legs shaking as I began to wobble over towards the resting Ah-Un. I fumbled to untie the first-aid kit from the demon’s saddle, and grabbed a bowl from the bag on the other side. I was just about to take off when I paused, a thought coming to mind, and began looking around the area slowly. “R-Rin… do you… s-see my hair ribbon anywhere?”
The girl quickly hopped up onto her feet. “I’ll find it! Stay with Ah-Un!”
Rin took off running.
I leaned against Ah-Un then, smiling softly at the dragon when they lifted their heads to gaze at me. They looked relived, but concern painted their eyes. Seeing this, I brightened my smile, weak though it was. I gave their ears a gentle scratching, pressing a kiss to Ah’s cheek and giving Un a nice scritch under their chin, before closing my eyes and taking a few good deep breaths as I rested against their side.
It only took Rin about three minutes to come back with my ribbon in hand, the child holding it up with a victorious grin. “I found it! This is it, right!?”
Keeping my smile on my face, I nodded and ruffled her hair. Murmuring my gratitude very quietly, I took the ribbon and wrapped it up around my left arm, tying it in place. Both of Sesshōmaru’s shoulders had been badly wounded, and his hair was so long it was bound to get in his injuries. This will keep his hair out of the way while I patch him up.
Assuming he’ll… let me patch him up.
But I’m nothing if not stubborn.
That’s one of my only redeeming qualities, I think.
“S-Stay… with Ah-Un.” I breathed out, voice a whisper, as I picked up the first-aid kit and bowl again. I gave the girl a stern look, then a gentle smile. “I’ll be back.”
“A-Are you sure we can’t go look for Lord Sesshōmaru with you?” She asked, fingers gripping the purple fabric I had tied around her shoulders. “Why do you have to go alone?”
Oh, sweetheart… I’m sorry. “Because I’m the grown-up.”
I can’t let her see how bad his injuries are. Rin already has nightmares about her parents and brothers’ deaths; I don’t want her to have nightmares about Sesshōmaru’s injuries, too. She’s just a kid. I want to protect as much of her childhood as I can. I know I’m probably only going to make things worse in the future, especially after I leave for my own time, but right now… I want to do all that I can while I can still do it.
And that includes helping Sesshōmaru. “Stay with Ah-Un, okay?”
Her bottom lip trembled, but Rin stood strong and nodded, gripping the furoshiki tight. “O-Okay. Be safe…”
“I’ll do my best.” I promised.
Though I can’t really guarantee anything.
My first stop was at the stream nearby, next to where we had camped out before the ambush. There were demon carcasses and skeletons all over the area- far too many to count- and as I reached camp I saw just how much damage Sesshōmaru had dealt to the area after I was dragged off by the jatai and kosode-no-te. Most of the trees in the immediate vicinity had been struck with lightning from his sword, if not completely cut down, and various branches littered the area.
I almost gagged at the sight of the gore, but my stomach held on despite the disturbed and disgusted churning, and I made my way over to the stream.
The basket was still nearby, too. “H-Hey, Roh…?”
“Master?”
Kneeling down and filling the bowl up with water, I glanced back at the basket sitting a few feet away. “Y-You… have Sesshōmaru’s scent, right?”
“I do!” The familiar appeared in a burst of red flame.
I finally managed to get a good look at him then, the dog sitting in front of me as a small child.
His legs were crossed, black boots poking out underneath his hakama. His dark red kimono was split at the shoulders, with white star-shaped pentagrams embroidered into the fabric, and the front hung open to reveal leather armor underneath. A white sash was tied around his waist. His bangs were a bit messy, but his tangerine hair was pulled back with a white ribbon, and red markings- nearly identical to the ones in his more demonic form- painted his cheeks. Yet what had been simply parallel stripes in his demonic form, were now triangles. Red eyeshadow dotted the corner of his gentle eyes, and a long red boa wrapped around his shoulders like a scarf and hung at his feet. He had claws and sharp fangs, and pointed ears.
He was adorable… and painfully young. Too young for me to be bringing into battle. “I can find the Mister for you!”
“...I have several questions.” I breathed, furrowing my brows, an uncomfortable feeling churning in my gut. My heart panged with slight unease. “But I’m… not gonna a-ask ‘em right now.”
Roh looked apologetic, flashing me a sad smile. “I’m sorry, Master… but Roh was told to hide his true form. Roh didn’t want to scare you, so Roh listened. Master was still new to this world.”
He was told to hide himself? “Th-Then… do I… still call you “Roh”?”
“Hm?” His lips parted in realization, golden eyes growing wide. “Oh! Yes! Kyokirro was Roh’s name at birth. But Kyokkiro decided to use “Roh” when Master was born. So Kyokkiro is “Roh” as much as “Roh” is Kyokkiro. Master can call me by either. But “Kyokkiro” is the name Master must use if you want Roh to use a sealing spell.”
I just nodded at that, movements slow as my pained brain tried to process that. “C-Can… Can you… um…”
Roh tilted his head. “Do you want Roh to go back to being a mortal looking dog?”
“...J-Just for now.” I can’t keep up with everything right now. “U-Until my brain isn’t…”
I struggled for the words, for the voice, but Roh seemed to understand. My spirits were clearly more than just spirits, but what that implied I wasn’t really sure. I’m not even sure if I wanted to know what that implied, because Roh clearly looked like some kind of young puppy-sized dog demon. Was he a dog demon that was forced into being a Shikigami?
But he’s not just a Shikigami spirit; he’s a familiar.
Why… do I have a dog demon child as a Shikigami? Why do I have a dog demon as a familiar?
Gods, no wonder Roh dragged me close to where Inuyasha was staying when I was first summoned into this world. When he said he sensed a “friend”, he didn’t mean it in the sense they were both “dogs”. He meant it because they both had “dog demon” blood.
Inuyasha was a “friend” in the sense they were both of dog demon heritage.
I didn’t even suspect anything.
But if Roh is a demon… what about the others?
I have so many questions.
Letting out a sigh, I stood back up, but leaving the bowl on the ground, I made my way over to the basket- only to look on in alarm to see that all the remaining fruit and vegetables inside had been decayed from all the demons and their demonic auras. “Seriously-!? Urk… eugk..”
Ow, ow, ow- let’s not shout.
Grimacing, I reached inside to grab the flask that was sitting within. I didn’t notice it the first day, since it was stuffed inside with all the fruits and vegetables, but the elderly maid had tucked a flask inside for good measure. I have no idea how she’s doing right now, but I was wishing her all the best for being so smart and considerate- unlike everyone else in that wretched castle. With any luck, her creep of a boss gave her a raise.
Lifting it up, I turned the flask over in my hand and hummed.
This should work.
Limping back over to the stream, I uncorked it and filled it up with the stream water. Then I dried it off with the skirt of my kimono and stuffed it inside the first-aid kit. Picking it up and holding it against my side, I then grabbed the bowl and took a deep breath, standing and bracing myself for whatever I was going to find. “Okay… Roh? Can you-”
“Mmhm!” He was already back to being the most adorable Akita Inu, a smile on his lips and his tail swishing excitedly. “Master, the Mister is this way! Follow me!”
As it turns out, Sesshōmaru had hid himself incredibly far away.
He clearly didn’t want to be found, given it took me until nightfall to discover his location. The only source of light I had was from the moon high up in the sky and the brilliant red flames that made up Roh’s form. Following the puppy, a bit dizzy and my legs feeling a lot like jelly after walking for so long, I pushed through some bushes and branches, wheezing and coughing into my shoulder.
Yet no sooner had I stepped out into the open, first-aid kit in one arm and the bowl in my other hand, did the sound of growling reach my ears.
Startled, I looked up- and froze, breath hitching in my wounded throat, seeing Sesshōmaru sitting against a tree, his fur boa wrapped around him. But that… wasn’t the shocking part. It was the red eyes he was glaring at me with, his demonic aura spiking and causing his hair to rise and flutter ominously around him. The stripes on his cheeks had turned jagged, his fangs elongating as he bared them in another loud and dangerous growl, the rim of his lips black like a dog’s as he curled them back. His irises were a vibrant blue.
He was like… a wounded animal.
A wounded dog.
And he was… threatening me.
For the first time since I’ve known him, he was genuinely threatening me. Is it because he was wounded? Or… because… he thought I might attack him while he’s injured? No, that can’t be right.
How would I be a threat?
Sesshōmaru knows he’s stronger than me; he literally had to save me several times because I was incapable of doing it myself. I would have been married off and assaulted without his intervention. I would have died if he didn’t show up when he did, if he didn’t get himself hurt like he did, and without him I wouldn’t even be here now. There’s nothing I could do that could possibly threaten him. Does he just not recognize me?
I don’t understand. Why…?
Oh.
Is it… because of Roh?
Maybe. He saw me seal the Nue and Tenjō Kudari, and then the Nue decided to become a new Shikigami. With a dog demon as my familiar, it makes sense he’d be wary. But… to view me as a threat? Sesshōmaru knows I’d never do that to him.
Doesn’t he?
Why would he think that I would?
Blinking away the hurt tears that were trying to form, I inhaled shakily and swallowed down the imaginary glass in my throat. I shifted my arm to grasp the handle of the first-aid kit, doing my damndest to ignore how menacing Sesshōmaru looked as he continued to glare and growl at me and just how scary this actually was for me.
This was the most demon I’ve ever seen him look, the man more than a little intimidating with how fiercely he was glaring me down. He’s never yelled at me before, never lashed out, never growled. Even when we argued, he never hurt me. Seeing him glare at me so ferociously now, growling with such an animalistic tone, I couldn’t help but be afraid.
When I took a step closer, his body jerked forward and I flinched back, watching with wide eyes as his already pale skin seemed to almost glow white and turn a bit… fuzzy. Like he was growing fur.
I guess Sesshōmaru really did have a dog form. This answers that question from all the way back from when we met. This isn’t exactly how I thought I’d find out, though. He must be even bigger than Roh when transformed.
“I-It’s okay!” I choked out, wincing a little as I spoke. I held the first-aid kit up for the injured Sesshōmaru to see. “I… I just…”
Don’t panic.
Focus. Think.
And, most importantly, breathe.
“Y-You’re gonna… bleed out if you don’t, uh…” This was genuinely terrifying. Even with all the times I’ve upset him or made him mad, he’s never reacted like this. He’s never glared at me like this. For a man who has never once raised his voice at me, his growl seemed to have the effect of if he did. It caused fear to flood my veins, my fight-or-flight instinct trying to have me freeze, but I did my best to stand strong. I made my voice sound as sweet as I could manage despite how hoarse it was and how much it hurt to talk. I tried to make myself look as non-threatening as possible. “I-I have bandages. A-And water. We can… W-We can clean your wounds.”
I stepped forward again, and flinched at another loud growl, the sound much more consistent and getting much louder with each tentative step I took that brought me closer to him.
“I-It’s okay. It’s okay.”
Oh, gods, he’s going to attack. I can feel it. He’s going to lash out once I get close.
But he’s bleeding out so badly. His arm is almost totally purple from what I can see through his torn sleeve, and it was evident that he couldn’t move it very well, if at all. As a demon, he should have regenerative powers… but his body was probably so busy trying to fight against the poison that his wounds just weren’t healing. Sesshōmaru was practically sitting in a pool of his own blood.
If it wasn’t for me… he wouldn’t be like this right now.
Swallowing thickly, I took a seat about three feet away on his right side, nervously sitting on my knees as I cautiously set the bowl of water down. His demonic aura was so thick now, and so heavy in the air that it tingled my skin and set my nerves on fire, that I was finding it difficult to move. But I made myself keep going, keeping one eye on him as I slowly opened the first aid kit, and even more slowly removed the flask that was inside.
I held it up for him to see. “W-Water. It’s… water.”
Sesshōmaru just continued to growl.
This is… gonna hurt. I can sense it. The second I try to get any closer, he’s gonna strike. I-I can do this.
I can do this.
Whatever he does, I can take it.
It’s fine.
Don’t back down.
His blood is still spilling out.
Setting the flask down, my entire body began to tense. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so terrified before in my life. But… I had caused his wounds, so I needed to fix them. He got hurt saving me, so if he wants to hurt me back then I won’t be mad at him for it.
He’s already done so much for me, this is the least I can do for him.
“I-I…” Oh gods, it was a struggle just getting the words out- and not because of the pain in my throat. “I… n-need to clean your wounds. I-Is that okay? I-I know… i-it’s p-probably…” My features contorted with pain as I suppressed another cough, but I made myself keep talking, scooting closer inch-by-inch. “P-Probably… g-gonna be uncomfortable, but… y-your clothes are in the way. F-Fabric’s gonna… get in the wounds.”
Closer.
“C-Can I at least look at your shoulders? I-I know… th-the one was… poisoned.”
Even closer now.
Sesshōmaru’s lips curled further back, his face seeming to stretch as I neared, growing even whiter than it already was, the corners of his eyes becoming sharper. His fangs had elongated past his lips, shaper and more deadly than ever before. Once I was close enough to reach out to try and grab the collar of his kimono and hanjuban… the demon lord lunged.
It happened so fast, and I was so numb from the pain I was already in, I almost wasn’t sure what he did, but then I saw the blood staining my right sleeve and the teeth he buried in my arm.
Sesshōmaru’s… biting me?
…Ow.
Lifting my head, I blinked, ignoring Roh who was panicking in the background, a bit of a dumbfounded look on my face. Of all the ways I expected him to lash out, biting me was definitely not one of them.
But, then again, he can’t really move his arm, so it’s not like he has many options.
Looking at his face now, I don’t think Sesshōmaru was fully transformed yet, but he definitely looked a lot more like a dog than a person. It was a little weird, but more in an uncanny valley sense because I know it’s him, it’s just a face of his I’ve never seen before and thus didn’t recognize. It was as shocking as it was strange, but not nearly as alarming as the realization that, until this moment, he never really felt like a dog demon to me.
Maybe that was weird to think.
Like, yes, I knew he was one, but aside from the dog fur he always wore he never really felt much like a dog. A demon, definitely, obviously, but never a dog. The way he looked now, though… definitely got rid of that weird dissonance. Heck, even his teeth had gone all sharp, and I could feel them digging harder into my arm when I failed to back away.
“Master!” Roh barked, his haunches raising as if in preparation to leap at the demon lord. The child sounded panicked and angry, and like he couldn’t believe Sesshōmaru just bit me after everything he had done today to protect me. “U-Unhand her! Release Master right now! M-Mister, why are you-“
A sharp pain suddenly dug into my left thigh, and Sesshōmaru’s fangs dug deeper, another growl tearing out of his throat as he glared at Roh from the peripheral of his vision. He didn’t know what the spirit was saying, but it didn’t matter. He wouldn’t have answered him even if he could.
Not when he felt so threatened.
Flinching, I glanced at Roh, flashing the boy a weak smile. “I-It’s okay. I can-“
Pain. Heat. Warmth.
There was no proper way to describe the sheer agony I felt when the demon lord’s claws began to tear through the flesh of my thigh, ripping through the thick fabric of my kimono with ease. There was a burning, a heat scorching my thigh, as his claws tore deep and blood began to pool, spilling out of my flesh as a scream of pure pain erupted from my lips. Sesshōmaru’s saliva felt hot against my sleeve, in the gash he was creating with his teeth, but it was nothing compared to the burning sensation in my leg as he tore up my thigh and held his claws in place, digging them in deeper and deeper as he growled and bit down on my arm even harder.
My throat ended up being completely shot.
Drained of strength, throat so raw it felt like it would start bleeding, I found myself slumping over, my arm still in the demon lord’s mouth as blood dripped and pooled around the two of us in the grass, mixing with his own. The pain had been so intense it left me dizzy, and I had to take a moment to catch my breath before I could try and force myself to speak.
“G-Go…” I choked out, voice so rough I knew I wasn’t going to be speaking for a long while after today. I wasn’t looking up at Sesshōmaru or the Shikigami familiar, instead keeping my head down as I spoke. “Soul. I-Inside… soul. Go.”
“But… Master…” Roh looked scared.
“Go.”
Roh hesitated, taking a step back, glancing between me and the wounded dog demon, before nodding his head and vanishing in a burst of flames. Almost immediately, I felt the worst of Sesshōmaru’s demonic aura lessen, his body easing up a little yet still remaining very tense as he continued to growl.
I hadn’t even realized I was crying until I lifted my head and saw how blurry his face was.
Breathe.
Calm him down.
“I… I won’t…” Blinking away the tears, I flashed him a smile, my lips trembling from the pain despite my best efforts to keep myself steady. My voice, though hoarse and incredibly rough, was soft, and I spoke with as soothing a tone as I could manage. “I won’t hurt you. It’s… okay. I-I just… want to help. Le... Let… me help. Please. I-It’s okay. You… You recognize me, right?”
It hurts.
Everything hurts.
His teeth feel like they’re burning my arm, while the entirety of my thigh feels like it’s oozing lava. A part of me did wonder what his sharp teeth might feel like when I saw him eat that pear the other day, but I never really intended to find out- and especially not like this. I just… need to breathe, and focus, and not panic, and keep calm, and oh gods it burns. It hurts so much. My entire leg feels like it's being bathed in blood, hot and wet and sticky. I wanna curl in a ball and cry.
But I can’t.
Sesshōmaru won't heal as long as the poison is in his system, and he’ll keep bleeding out if something isn’t done.
“I-It’s me.” I shakily smiled, more and more tears dripping down my blood-stained cheeks. “Y-You… You recognize me… right? Irene?”
I know he does.
I’m just hoping him thinking that I don’t know he does might get rid of some of his belief that I was a threat. A threat wouldn’t ask someone if they remembered them, right? Not unless they were already enemies. “Y-You… s-saved me from some undead… when we met. And… then f-from the… panther demons.”
Please, oh, please… let this work.
“And… Naraku.” I broadened my smile, knowing I must look a bit goofy as I did so. “You saved me, Sesshōmaru. I’m not… going to hurt you. I just… want to help you. Please.”
Sesshōmaru continued to glare at me for some time, but his grip on my arm did loosen. As his piercing blue eyes bore into mine, I swallowed thickly, simply focusing on keeping my smile up and making sure my breathing remained normal so I didn’t hyperventilate.
Slowly but surely, I could see bits of gold starting to speckle and dance in his irises again.
My thigh still burned like all hell, but his grip on it was starting to loosen, his claws gradually removing themselves from my flesh. As the red in his sclera began to fade, his face started to revert back to normal, his jagged stripes going back to their usual smooth shape. Even the color in his face began to return, and the black rim of his lips vanished. My heart was pounding in my ears, watching him release his jaw but not yet let go of me, his gaze searching mine for quite some time before he finally allowed himself to remove his teeth from my arm.
All the muscles in my body that had tensed up relaxed, and I slumped, legs shifting to sit comfortably as I plopped on my rear in the pool of blood, letting out a loud breath.
I was so relieved my poor heart felt like it was going to collapse down into the depths of my stomach.
“O-Oh, thank g-good-” I couldn’t finish, pain immediately tearing through my throat and causing me to cough, which only caused more pain, and then I was hacking up a storm, hunched over and coughing into my bloodied sleeve. “Eurk… urk- hah…!”
Furrowing my brows, face contorted, I pressed my left hand to my chest, waiting until I was done coughing and could breath normally. I could feel Sesshōmaru staring at me all the while, but I paid his stare little mind, instead focusing on calming down.
Once I was successfully calm, I shook my head with a slightly dazed blink and looked up at Sesshōmaru- trying to determine what state of mind he was in now- only to pause, the look in his golden eyes far different than what I had been expecting.
His brows were furrowed, as if in confusion, but there was a warmth in that sun-colored gaze. Stronger than ever before, with a softness that put to shame the gentle look he sometimes wore. The longer I held his stare, the warmer his golden eyes seemed to become, and it grew to the point I had to tear my gaze away because that warmth was almost starting to look like affection, and there was absolutely no way that could be the case, but the very thought that it could be was making my face burn almost as hot as my bleeding thigh.
Nope, no, I’m seeing things.
The pain is messing with my brain, clearly.
Ohhhh~kay.
Taking a deep breath, I decided to not think about it and moved to grab the first-aid kit. A mistake, given the state of my thigh, as agony immediately flooded me, and a sharp cry strangled itself on my lips as I landed flat on my palms, lungs immediately stuttering as my breathing grew uneven again.
Wheezing, tears stinging my eyes, blood spilling down my leg, I came to the horrible conclusion that this was not going to be easy.
Fumbling for the first-aid kit, my fingertips brushed the rim and dragged it closer, and I was quick to yank out the bandaging to wrap up my arm, before fumbling for something in the box to fix my thigh because it was pooling and pooling and the blood wasn’t stopping. He got me deep and got me good, but there wasn’t enough time to meticulously stitch them all.
Shit, shit, shit- oh gods- wait!
Steri-strips?
That could… work.
Maria wrote “tape stitches” underneath the translated name, so that might be perfect.
Letting out a few more rough coughs, I shifted in the pool of our mixed blood and turned around, fumbling for the scissors in the box so I could cut through the already destroyed fabric to get a look at the new gashes on my thigh without straight-up exposing my leg to the man behind me. I could feel Sesshōmaru still staring, and I was deeply upset that my favorite kimono was ruined, but the gaping claw marks in my thigh were a little more important.
“Oh…” I stared dumbly at the sight. “That’s… not good.”
Am I allowed to use steri-strips or stitch this?
My thigh not only had massive crevasses from where Sesshōmaru had clawed me, but the surrounding skin was a deep red and was very swollen, and looked disgustingly wet and shiny with several blisters around the wounds. The veins also looked… kind of green? With some sort of gross lime green-colored slick coating the flesh inside my leg. Is that a sign of infection?
He must have burned me with his claws, which explains the red blistering skin, but the green must be some kind of demonic infection because pus looks a lot different. “Uh…”
Hmm.
Welp. No time to question it.
Fumbling to open the box, I yanked out a steri strip and shifted my leg with a flinch, using my already ruined kimono to wipe up some of the blood so I could start taping the wound shut with the strips. They weren’t the best, but they were definitely good for an emergency and that was what this was, as they stopped the worst of the bleeding. I did have to wrap my thigh up with an alarming amount of gauze and surgical tape, but I wasn’t about to die of blood loss again anytime soon.
Unfortunately, my hands were super bloody now.
I let out an exhausted sigh.
Almost out of the steri-strips, too…
Damn it.
Well, at least I won’t have to worry about getting any of my blood in Sesshōmaru’s wounds. Aside from him being a demon and us most likely having incompatible blood-types, that could lead to an infection, and that’s the number one thing I want to avoid right now.
Wiping my bloody hands on a cleaner part of my kimono, I rolled up my sleeves, pushing them all the way up to my shoulders, uncaring that my scars and many bruises were on display, and I turned back to face Sesshōmaru- who was watching me closely with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes; eyes that were still soft… but now holding an edge of skepticism as he silently demanded what it was I was going to do.
Wincing as I pushed myself up onto my knees, I held my hands up- palms facing outwards- to show him I meant no harm, just in case he still thought I might be a threat. “P-Poison… in you. Gotta… bandage… or will k-keep bleeding.”
His eyes narrowed further, but he didn’t bite me this time when I cautiously reached out to grasp his collar. I felt my face burn a little, though that might’ve just been from the tears and the immense pain I was currently in.
Thankfully, I was used to pain.
Though being used to it didn’t really mean it hurt any less. “S-Sorry.”
With a deep breath, I tugged at the collars of his kimono and hanjuban, opening them and exposing his shoulders, his very distracting collarbone, and some of his chest. The bite mark on his right shoulder was absolutely horrid, blood dripping from the teeth indents. The skin was purple and red from the elbow all the way to the part of his shoulder that connected to his neck. The poison had spread fast, and I could tell just by looking at his veins that it was still spreading even now. If left untreated, the poison would reach his heart in no time.
Well, assuming he has a heart.
As for the gashes on his left shoulder… they seemed to lead towards his back down to his shoulder blade.
Not good…
Gods, to think I have the demon who hurt Sesshōmaru so badly as a Shikigami now… ugh. I don’t like it. I didn’t even want to make it a Shikigami; it just decided to do so on its own. It was very rude of it. I mean, what was it thinking?
Did it want to avoid death that badly?
Jeez.
“S-So… uh… okay.” My brain blanked for a moment, processing what it was seeing and trying to come up with a plan. “Armor.”
Right. I need to remove his armor.
What else? “Armor, s-swords, kimonos…”
Then-
“Water. Water, bandages. Stitches? Bandages. Water, stitches, bandages.” Yes, that sounds good.
I fumbled for a moment, trying to get my thoughts in order so I could work, yet struggling to do so for some reason. Perhaps it was the stress of Sesshōmaru just staring at me with that intense stare of his without saying anything, or perhaps it was the fact the pain was dulling my senses and my intelligence, but… I felt like such a mess.
“Armor!” That’s the first step.
Snapping myself out of whatever daze I was in, I faced Sesshōmaru once more and leaned down, trying to figure out how his armor worked and how I could remove it, fingers tracing the front and sides in an effort to find some kind of latch. I was sincerely hoping it wasn’t the kind he just slipped on and tightened, because that would be a nightmare to get off of him with how badly he’s injured. Observing the right side, as that was the side of him I was currently on, my eyes widened.
Face brightening considerably, I reached out to fiddle with the latch, ignoring the blood that was probably dripping onto my shoulder and back from his arm as I tried to undo the chestplate.
Well, maybe not a chest plate… but some kind of cuirass?
There was a strap at the top and at the bottom near his waist that I had to undo, and instead of crawling around, I simply reached over- not wanting to aggravate my thigh anymore than it already was. It was a little uncomfortable being so close to Sesshomaru, mostly because I knew it was probably making him uncomfortable, but my face was practically pushed up against his chest as I fumbled for the latches, struggling to undo them without actually looking at them and going purely by feeling alone.
Once done, it was time for the sash and the swords.
“Uh…” I stared at them blankly for a moment, before turning to look up at Sesshomaru. “T-Touching is… p-probably bad… right?”
He said nothing, merely continuing to observe me, the skepticism mostly gone now and instead replaced with an intrigued sort of curiosity.
“...Right.” Touching was probably very bad.
Coughing a bit more, I decided to just keep quiet from then on, as my chest was starting to hurt quite a bit. Grabbing the excess length of his sash, I wrapped it around the tōkijin and tenseiga and then undid the bow, careful to shift the swords so they didn’t hit Sesshōmaru yet were still close enough that he could grab them if he felt it necessary.
Also, I just didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. He already hurt me once.
I don’t want to be hurt again.
Up next was undoing the straps of his waist armor, which were attached to his cuirass. I had to remove the pieces one at a time, as they separated, and they were all quite heavy. Tossing the broken armor set to his left, I shifted to slide the back pieces out from behind him, before setting it with the others and stopping to catch my breath. All this movement was leaving me quite dizzy.
Almost… I just need to patch up his wounds. Oh, wait. His hair.
Bah, I almost forgot!
Removing the ribbon around my left wrist, I made myself sit up on my knees. Scooting forward, I mumbled an apology but made a very obvious show of the ribbon before reaching out to tie his hair back. It was a little alarming how close our faces were now, and I almost flinched when he blinked, specs of blue dancing in those golden eyes of his, but he didn’t lash out or try to tear my throat open with his teeth. He just continued to watch and observe, his eyes searching my face closely for something I still didn’t quite know.
As soon as I had his silky silver hair tied back- oh, it was so soft- and pulled out of the way, I sat back down and began to rummage through the first-aid kit. “Poison… poison… antidote…”
Aha! I found it.
Picking up the clear container with Maria’s handwriting, I grit my teeth and scowled as I struggled to open it. When it finally unlatched, I almost sent the thing flying because I lost my grip from the surprise, but thankfully I caught it just in time.
There was a small note inside, taped to the bottom of the lid, that read, in Maria’s casual bluntness, “Just eat it”.
Simple enough.
But how do I get him to eat it? I couldn’t even get him to eat a pear.
Facing the demon lord once again, I held the open container out for him. He could probably smell what was in it, so he’d know if the herbs were deadly or not. At the very least, they had to be more trustworthy than my poor ibuprofen bottle that he melted several days ago. “A-Antidote. Can… Can you eat it?”
Sesshōmaru finally moved, though only to tilt his head at me, one of his eyebrows raising ever-so-slightly.
Evidently, he wasn’t going to be able to feed himself, given the state his arm is in, but he probably didn’t want to trust the herbs either. Not if they were coming from me, seeing how distrustful he was of my intentions earlier, and… how distrustful he is of me now, still, to be watching me so closely. I didn’t realize just how… little he thought of me until now.
That realization hurts more than the multiple burning crevasses in my thigh.
“I-It’s safe! See?” Not knowing what else to do, I grabbed a few of the leaves and placed them in my mouth, chewing and fighting a cringe at the disgusting taste. Resisting the urge to stick my tongue out, I swallowed the leaves and flashed the demon lord a weak smile. “Safe.”
Sesshōmaru’s dark lashes fluttered, his golden eyes less molten and more smoldering now as he gazed down at me. “...What are you doing, Irene?”
“No idea!” Was my immediate response, only to pause and snap my head up to look at him, realizing he spoke. “Y-You-! A-Are you- how are- urk… eugk…”
I started to cough again, nearly falling over, but clamped my mouth shut to try and silence myself, eyes closed tight until the coughing stopped. After a few seconds, I swallowed down the pain and blinked away the tears, inhaling shakily as I looked at Sesshōmaru again.
“S-So…rry. Y-You can’t… heal… b-because of the… the poi… poison, right?” I held the container up again, flashing him a weak smile. “So… antidote.”
Sesshōmaru let out a low hum, narrowing his eyes again.
Ugh, this isn’t going to work.
He isn’t going to let me hand feed him.
Leaning to the side, I looked through the first aid-kit again, holding the container with my right hand while my left one sifted through the box. I wasn’t entirely sure what it was I was looking for, but the tweezers I saw were practically perfect.
They weren’t chopsticks, but they’d make do.
“H-Here.” Switching hands, so my left was holding the container and my right was holding the tweezers, I picked up a decent amount of the herbs, much more than I had given myself, and stood up on my knees again, holding the medicine close to Sesshōmaru’s mouth with hopeful eyes. “I-It’ll help. Y-You can smell the medicine on them, right? I-I ate some, too, so… i-if it was poison, I’d probably be… d-dying… already… r-right?”
Why am I so out of breath right now? Jeez. I’ve been running out of breath ever since I started unlatching his armor.
“I-It’s… s-safe.”
It was obvious he didn’t really like this situation, but the poison was hindering his healing. After a long moment of thought, contemplating whether or not to turn it down, Sesshōmaru finally parted his lips. Yet, though he did so, he didn’t speak.
It wasn’t until he began glaring at me that I realized he was accepting the medicine.
“O-Oh!” I carefully held the medicine out to Sesshōmaru, and he accepted the herbs with a begrudging scowl, leaning forward and letting me set them on his tongue. “Sorry.”
Well, all things considered, this could be going a whole lot worse.
“I-Is… Is it…” Fighting another cough, I saw the demon lord glance down at me from his peripheral as he chewed and swallowed the bitter herbs. “Is it okay… i-if I r-remove your… kimonos… now? Th-They’re… in the way.”
Sesshōmaru just stared.
A minute passed, then two.
I shifted, only to flinch, pain flaring in my thigh. When I looked up at Sesshōmaru again, the nervousness was clear in my face, as was the fact that I truly meant him no harm. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, eyes narrowed in a piercing glare, the demon lord surely finding the idea of a human undressing him and attempting to mend his wounds beneath him. “If you must.”
Oh, thank goodness. “Y-Yes, sir! Th... Thank… you. Sorry.”
This is about to be the most awkward thing I’ve ever done in my life, but it was for a good cause. Gods, no one will ever believe me if I tell them about this. Well, no one except Maria and Miroku, maybe. This feels like some kind of fever dream.
I’m literally undressing Sesshōmaru.
Sesshōmaru, of all people.
I think Inuyasha would faint if he ever found out.
Hands shaking, I set the tweezers back in the box and reached out to tug the kimonos out of his sashinuki hakama. I could feel my heart racing as I did so, but I did my best to be careful as I maneuvered the fabric off his right arm, slipping it down and past his hand… that was still dripping with my blood.
I was a little surprised by the stripes on his waist, especially since they seemed to lead downwards to his hips and… towards the back, but I tried not to think much about it or the fact that he was now shirtless. I tried not to think about it, and I tried to not stare, but I couldn’t help but notice that he was more lean than chiseled, and that he had quite a bit of scar tissue on his left bicep- indicating that his arm had in fact been chopped off. Also potentially burned?
By what, or by who, I still don’t know… and I really didn’t like the thought of who I suspected it was.
But given how badly Sesshōmaru wounded Inuyasha the other day… it seemed likely. Just how bad does a relationship between two brothers have to be for one of them to slice off the other’s arm? It was a disturbing thought.
“Go… there.” Tossing the kimono and hanjuban over with the broken armor, I reached into the first aid kit to grab a small cloth and carefully dipped it into the water, squeezing out the excess, before taking a deep breath and facing the mountain that was Sesshōmaru’s injuries.
This was the true test. I’ve never cleaned or stitched a wound before in my life.
Kagome and Sango… always did this for me, but…
Sesshōmaru only has me.
It feels like I’m always learning how to do things way too late…
Though terrified of making a mistake, I got to work gently wiping away the excess blood and cleaning the claw marks on his arm. Then it was time for his shoulder bite. I had to dump the rag back in the bowl a few times, squeezing out the blood and re-wetting it, before getting back to cleaning, and I made a half-dazed comment about how I brought a flask of water in case Sesshōmaru was thirsty.
The longer I spent cleaning up his wounds, the more my stomach began to twist and ache. My chest burned, leaving me to feel even more breathless.
I had to ask Sesshōmaru to lean forward by pointing at his back so I could reach his injured shoulder blade, but with my thigh bandaged I was able to slide over to his left side and wipe up all his blood.
The stitches were the worst part, I think.
Thankfully, they were the dissolvable kind, and I was able to get the thread in the needle without too much trouble, but actually building up the courage to keep piercing Sesshōmaru’s skin to sew up the claw marks was incredibly nerve-wracking. My heart was pounding in my ears so loudly, I was so certain that he could hear it.
“Th-These should… These should… d-dissolve… a-after… a… a while, so…”
Yeah.
With his wounds effectively stitched, it was time for the ointment and the bandages. The poison didn’t look like it was spreading anymore, thank goodness, but it wasn’t exactly fading either. The pain in my stomach, on the other hand, was growing quite intense, and my toes and fingers were beginning to tingle with a slight numbness. My coughing was becoming a bit more persistent as well.
But… I was almost done, so I was going to keep going for just a little while longer.
Just before wrapping him up, I offered the flask to Sesshōmaru again. He accepted a drink this time, parting his lips and allowing me to hold the flask up to his lips. It was absolutely wild seeing him actually drink something, though it wasn’t nearly as wild as having fed him herbs with a pair of tweezers and having undressed him to the point where he’s half-naked and only covered up with his hakama and… possibly a fundoshi underneath.
Let’s not think about that, brain.
I feel like a victorian-era man who just saw a woman’s ankles, like… jeez.
His hakama exposing his hips the way they were left me feeling a very weird kind of flustered and I’m not so sure how I felt about it. The stripes on his skin were trying to tug at my imagination, and I had to keep stomping those thoughts back.
I can’t believe I was even having these thoughts.
Before coming here to the feudal era, I never understood the appeal- and I told my sisters as much. Literally, it was just before being hit with that summoning spell, back inside the restaurant. But now… here I was… a flustered mess, trying to tend to Sesshōmaru’s wounds but growing heated by the sight of his bare hips even though he tore my leg to hell-and-back about an hour and half ago.
I think… something is wrong with me, or at least wrong with my brain.
Pulling the flask back, I observed Sesshōmaru’s face for a moment, trying to figure out if he was done, but he saved me the trouble by giving a slight nod. Relieved, I nodded back at him and set the flask down, wiped away some water that dripped down his chin, and got to work tugging out a roll of bandages, a pair of scissors, and some more gauze.
“O-Okay…” I breathed, ignoring the nausea that was trying to creep up on me. “Final part. Th-Then you can… t-toss me to the… the wolves or… something.”
Honestly, I’m a little surprised Sesshōmaru let me get this far… but I’m not going to complain.
Furrowing my brows, I carefully taped the gauze against the claw marks and the bite wound, before grabbing the roll of bandages and trying to determine where to start. I needed to get his right arm and his left shoulder with this thing.
Hmm. Maybe… I should start from the back, where some of his other injuries are? Yeah, that should work.
I made myself stand, legs wobbling as the jelly-like sensation turned into something more akin to pins-and-needles. Pain spiked all the way down from my thigh, and I inhaled sharply, feeling the warmth from the blood I didn’t clean up drip down, and a burning as the fabric of my kimono brushed against my hastily bandaged wounds.
It felt a little like I was moving on auto-pilot midway through the wrapping. I stopped focusing on repressing my coughs, staggering and limping around Sesshōmaru’s sitting form as I knelt and stood back up and knelt again as I wrapped the bandages around him. One wrap, two wrap, three- it kept going, and I changed direction to make sure I covered up the bite on his right shoulder. I was focused, yet not really there, spots starting to dance in my vision as the dizziness and nausea began to get a bit too much.
It wasn’t the prettiest wrapping job, but it worked, and his entire right bicep and chest were covered by the time I was done. For my first time, I think I did a pretty decent job of it. The poison the Nue hit him with looked like it was finally loosening its hold on him, too, which was even better.
Collapsing onto my rear and into the puddle of our mixed, drying blood, I let out a few more coughs, wheezing.
The numbness seemed to have spread throughout the majority of my left leg now, and my right arm was tingling something fierce. I was starting to feel seriously sick. The urge to vomit was getting stronger and stronger with each passing second, and my coughing was becoming more severe. The dizziness… was making it hard to keep conscious.
But I ignored it all, instead flashing the silent- and still staring- Sesshōmaru the brightest grin I could muster. “D-Do you… want some more water? H-How’re y-you… f… feeling? A-Are you… h-hungry?”
He gave no response, that alarming softness back in his eyes.
Even the frown on his lips seemed less… heavy. His furrowed brows were completely gone, instead sitting relaxed against his forehead. Sesshōmaru was staring at me with such an intense warmth in his eyes, I thought I was hallucinating from the dizziness and nausea. His golden eyes were so affectionate, it didn’t look like him.
“I-I’ll go find some fruit!” I was quick to say, the smile plastered on my face as I stood up.
All I could think of at that moment was the shapeshifter incident.
Obviously, I knew that this was actually Sesshōmaru, but the look in his eyes… wasn’t Sesshōmaru. It didn’t hold the distance that his eyes normally held when he gazed at me. Even when his expression was oddly gentle, there was still a… detachment, of sorts. But now it was just… warmth, plain and simple. Like that distance was gone. It terrified me.
So I wanted to escape.
But I was also feeling sick, and, as it turns out, I wasn’t able to go three steps without my body lurching and me having to limp and stagger over to a bush to vomit. I was throwing up and coughing, wheezing and gasping, and it got so bad to the point I fell back down to my knees, heaving and near hyperventilating as I struggled to get air.
It wasn’t a fun time.
“Ugh…” The coughing was growing to a point it couldn’t be ignored anymore. Leaning against the tree nearby, I groaned. “F-Freakin’ h-hell…”
That green I saw earlier- it was just an infection, right? Sesshōmaru wouldn’t… poison me, would he? Because I was starting to think I might’ve been poisoned.
“Hah…” Coughing a few more times, I used the tree to steady myself as I tried to stand again.
It didn’t work the way I wanted.
I ended up staggering backwards, my left leg completely numb, the world around me spinning, my arms seeming to flop in the air… but I didn’t fall. Not yet. By some sort of might and sheer force of will, I was able to stay on my feet, albeit only while slumped over like some sort of marionette who had her strings cut. Arms dangling, I waited for the spots in my vision to clear before straightening my back, and after blinking away the daze I surprised Sesshōmaru with another grin.
“F-Fruits, right? C-Can’t… guarantee what I’ll find, but… h-hey! Better some food than no food, right? Just… r-rest up and heal! I’ll… I’ll be back. ‘Kay?”
Holding two fingers up in a peace sign, I flashed him a grin, then made to take off in search of fruit… but one step was all it took for the world to go sideways. All I could see before the darkness took away my vision was the ominously green veins decorating my right arm as I hit hard against the forest floor.
As it turns out, Sesshōmaru’s poison… easily overpowered the pitiful amount of antidote I took earlier.
Notes:
73 PAGES!!!!!!! HOOOOOHHHHHH~~~ so many pages...
A huge shout and thank you to Winterspellsfrozenkit for helping me brainstorm this chapter! It is much appreciated. 💕💕💕
Hopefully the bite lived up to the build up. If it didn't, I might just cry. Alskjfldkjflkdkjfldkjfldjkfd. My brain is SLUDGE, so while I probably did have a lot to ramble about earlier, I do not have much of a brain right now. Hopefully ya'll enjoy this... insanely long and wild chapter!
As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! Pretty please let me know what you think in the comments. 💕💕💕 Your comments give me life. :3
Chapter 50: Devotion's True Form
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Chapter Text
Kagome let out an exhausted sigh.
She left the feudal era last night, but the middle schooler still remembers everything that happened so vividly even though several days have already passed. It was such a strange experience that if it wasn’t for Inuyasha’s snippy attitude the past week, she might have thought she had dreamed up the whole thing.
From Inuyasha and Sango telling everyone that they encountered Irene in Minamo Village, to spending an entire day searching for her after she ran off… to tracking her scent and discovering the total massacre of several demons and humans, all surrounding a destroyed palanquin that carried strong traces of Irene’s blood… to finally finding her inside Asagiri Castle. It had been so nerve wracking. They didn’t know what was happening or if she was okay, only that she ran away and was attacked. But when they finally saw her… the castle lord was bleeding out on the floor from terrible wounds, surrounded by panicking servants, and Irene herself was holding a sword up to a woman’s head, her incredibly long locks of dark chocolate hair fluttering to the floor.
To make matters worse, or… even stranger, Irene hadn’t been alone.
Sesshōmaru had been standing there beside her, and it was obvious that he was the one who had injured the castle lord. He looked… so furious. He was angrier than Kagome had ever seen him be. Of all the times Kagome and Inuyasha had angered him, Sesshōmaru never quite made that face. It was a look that went beyond insult; a silent fury buried beneath a calm, like thunder clouds just before a lightning strike lights aflame a forest.
Kagome still couldn’t fully wrap her brain around the idea that Sesshōmaru might actually like Irene in a… romantic way, but… there was no other reason for it.
Why else would he be in a human town, inside a castle full of humans, defending the brunette and getting angry on her behalf?
Kagome knows her modern day friends were convinced of it, and so were Sango, Miroku, and Maria, but… even with all this evidence… it just felt so weird. It was obvious that Irene held feelings for the ruthless demon lord, but Sesshōmaru himself isn’t… someone who was capable of reciprocating those feelings.
Is he?
He did use tenseiga on her, and there was a good point Sango made about those kimonos he gifted Irene. They were made from an incredibly powerful type of demon- a dragon. Most dragons were seen as benevolent deities, but there were a few out there that were seen as threats. This is because of their great power, and that’s exactly what makes it so baffling that Sesshōmaru gifted Irene kimonos made from one such beast. That fabric would keep her safe from a lot of dangers, including demons, unless that demon was as strong as Sesshōmaru himself.
Seeing as how it was Sesshōmaru who slayed the dragon…
Thankfully, there aren’t that many demons who are as strong at him. Even thinking about it now, Kagome can’t recall a time where she ran into a demon on par with Sesshōmaru, even with all the time she’s spent traveling with Inuyasha.
Ryūkotsusei is probably the only one who came close, Kagome realized, thinking back to the month before Irene appeared. Not really aware of what she was doing, the girl found herself gazing out the window, coffee brown eyes focused on the cloudy skies hanging above. He was Inuyasha and Sesshōmaru’s father’s greatest foe… so he might’ve actually been stronger than Sesshōmaru! But he was already wounded from their father’s claw… and Inuyasha managed to defeat him, so it’s not like he’s a threat anymore, anyways.
It’s no wonder Ryūkotsusei was so strong, either, seeing as he was a dragon himself. He was a prime example of a dragon that used its powers for malevolence, and became more of a yokai than a kami.
I think… Naraku is the only real danger we have to worry about right now.
He is currently in hiding, though, so Irene will probably remain very safe while by the demon lord’s side.
Well, Naraku and Anastasia. She’s still after Irene’s soul.
Kanna was a bit of a threat, too… but Kagura’s wind blades won’t do anything fatal to Irene as long as she wears those kimonos. Considering how often the wind sorceress sliced Irene up in the past, those kimonos are going to be saving Irene from a whole lot of pain and trouble.
Sesshōmaru really went out of his way this time to get Irene the ultimate protection… but the reason why had yet to be properly answered.
What is he thinking? Kagome wondered, chin propped up against her hand as she remained lost in thought. Looking out the window, she could still remember how it felt seeing the demon lord carry the foreigner off into the sunset. It had felt so strange, yet the scene was almost… romantic at the same time. Sesshōmaru went out of his way to save Irene from being married off to a demon… and he almost killed that one guy for trying to force himself on her.
Kagome knows for a fact that Inuyasha might have done the same thing if she had been in Irene’s place. He almost killed Miroku when they first met him and he inappropriately touched Kagome, and Inuyasha even got so jealous over Kōga that he tried to kill him. But for Sesshōmaru of all people to act in such a way… it could only mean one thing.
Does he actually have feelings for her?
Sesshōmaru even said all that stuff about not being able to protect Irene to Inuyasha…
The girl let out a heavy sigh, her eyes shifting to gaze tiredly at the blackboard at the front of the classroom, not at all paying attention to the lesson as she continued to get lost in the thoughts.
Why would he be so upset that Inuyasha couldn’t protect Irene… if he didn’t care? If he didn’t like her?
Kagome let out a sigh. “This is killing me…”
Things made so much more sense when he was just their enemy.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over Kagome’s desk. “Oh, is it now?”
The girl froze. Her teacher was standing right beside her, and had heard her tired mutterings loud and clear. Swallowing thickly, Kagome turned to see the older woman staring down at her, pushing her glasses up and giving the middle-schooler a look. Miss Yamada looked as stern as ever.
“Perhaps standing up and reading the next passage will revive you?”
Kagome went pale, feeling her body tense as anxiety made itself known. She was in so much trouble. She had no idea where they were at, or even what they were reading. “N-Next… passage?”
“Yes.” Miss Yamada narrowed her eyes. “The next passage for The Young Lord and the Celestial Bride. If you’re that confused, why not start from the beginning for us? I’m sure the class could use a refresher. We have plenty of time.”
Most of the students had to suppress groans at that, a few even giving Kagome the stink eye.
Ayumi was the only one who looked happy to reread the story, though Yuka and Eri were both giving the girl sympathetic looks, probably assuming she forced herself to go to school even though she wasn’t feeling well- at least, according to her grandfather.
“Uh… s-sure.” Kagome tentatively stood up and grabbed her book, fumbling with it as she flipped it open to the beginning.
She already had a decent idea of what the story was going to be about based on the title, having heard similar stories from her grandfather growing up- the elder thinking they made good bedtime stories when in fact they did not. She always hated them. They left her feeling so icky inside, and she always ended up sad by the end. She was certain this story wasn’t going to be any different.
After all, all Celestial Maiden tales have one thing in common… and that was a lack of respect for their autonomy and a complete disregard for their feelings.
“Once upon a time,” Kagome began, her tone of voice a bit dry as she read, the girl dreading this tale with every fiber of her being, “ever so long ago, there lived a young lord. The young lord was very blessed as he wanted for nothing in this world, but, to him, something was still missing… a bride with whom he could share his life with.”
Honestly, what made her grandpa think Kagome would enjoy this type of story when she was little?
Every time he started a new tale, the little girl that Kagome used to be would hold back her tears until she couldn’t take it anymore, hating the way the maidens were always treated. She always felt so bad, and every time she managed to power through and listen to the end Little Kagome always wanted to scream about how unfair it was for them.
So many times Little Kagome wanted to burst into tears and yell at her grandpa to tell a different bedtime story. It eventually got to the point where Little Kagome couldn’t take anymore stories because they were giving her nightmares, and she ran to her mother in the middle of the night crying, and from that moment on her mother had her grandfather read princess fairytales to her instead.
Princes who rescued a cursed princess were a lot more charming to Little Kagome than a woodcutter who would steal a lady’s clothes and wouldn’t give them back unless she agreed to marry him.
“To escape his loneliness,” Kagome continued to read, a bitter taste on her tongue, “the young lord often went out riding in the lands surrounding his castle, searching for the woman who would become his wife… yet no matter how hard he searched, he could not find her.”
Gods, how much she hated this.
Kagome just knew that the Celestial Maiden in this story was going to be forced to wed the young lord, and that she would have no choice in the matter because he would use her only way to get back home to blackmail her. Another thing that all these stories had in common! The maiden was always a victim, never able to refuse the advances of the men that wanted to take her for themselves.
It was just… awful.
Kagome can already imagine it, the way the Celestial Maiden would cry helplessly and try to bargain for her robes back, only to be denied again and again until she finally became so worn down she had no choice but to agree to bear the creep’s children. It disgusted her so much. She wondered what the fate of the maiden in this story would be; if she returned to the heavens after struggling to survive birth after birth, having managed to steal her robe back, or if the gods took pity on her and turned her horrible husband into some sort of animal to punish him.
Holding back a sigh, Kagome flipped the page. “Day after day the young lord continued to search, praying to the gods that a bride be brought to him. Then, one day, during one of his many travels, the young lord came upon a river- one that had been said to be guarded by a fearsome dragon.”
Wait, what? A dragon? That’s a first.
“As he traveled alongside the river, the young lord was surprised to hear the soothing voice of a young woman. He dismounted from his horse and followed the voice a fair distance, where he then spied a beautiful Celestial Maiden bathing in the river’s waters.”
There it is…
Eugh.
Why are the men in these tales always stealing women’s clothes and forcing themselves on them? Even Miroku had more class than that, and he was as lecherous as they come. At least he has the decency not to steal a woman’s clothes and use those clothes to blackmail them. It baffled Kagome, truly, especially since the men in these tales are almost always painted in the right, despite forcing these poor maidens into being their wives.
All the Celestial Maidens wanted to do was take a nice, relaxing bath in a hot spring- not have babies with some thieving creep.
“”I’ve never seen such beauty before”!” Miss Yamada suddenly declared, startling Kagome, and the girl looked up to see the teacher reading the next passage. “The young lord had thought to himself, “If she were to become my bride, my life would be truly blessed”!”
Oh, yikes.
“Looking around the spring, he saw the Celestial Maiden’s robes, blue as the skies above, hanging on a nearby tree. Realizing this was his chance, he took the robes and hid them away, for he knew that without them the Celestial Maiden would not be able to return to the heavens.”
Kagome repressed another sigh, brown eyes half-lidded as she looked back down at her book and flipped the page, following along with her teacher’s words. As Miss Yamada read, Kagome found herself thinking back to Irene once more, the events of the castle still playing in her head.
What’s happening in the story is a lot different than what happened to the brunette, but Irene had her own clothes stolen. It made Kagome wonder if the anger and hurt Irene felt at having her precious kimonos taken away was somehow similar to how the Celestial Maiden in the story, or the Celestial Maidens in every story like this one, might have felt.
Perhaps it was worse for them, as their robes were the only way they could return to the heavens. If Kagome was unable to return the present, or back to the feudal era, she… isn’t sure what she would do. It was hard enough once, back when Inuyasha took her jewel shards out of concern for her wellbeing, back when they still just barely knew each other, but if the connection through the well was cut off completely?
It would be devastating.
“When the Celestial Maiden had finished her bath,” Miss Yamada continued, “she was astonished to find her robe missing. Sinking to her knees, the Celestial Maiden began to weep.” Kagome remembered how Irene fell to her knees, the older girl just collapsing onto the floor and crying once the kimonos were finally back in her arms. Irene really did treasure them, and all because it was Sesshōmaru who gave them to her. “Seeing this, the young lord cleverly approached the heavenly maiden, and spoke, “O’ beautiful maiden, why do you cry such tears of sorrow”?”
As Miss Yamada read, she began to walk her way forward to the front of the class, the book held carefully in her hand, and upon reaching the front turned to look back at Kagome.
Kagome quickly looked back down at the page. She knew it was her turn to start reading again, and resisted the urge to scrunch up her nose at the next sentence. “”I have lost my precious robes,” the Celestial Maiden wept, “and without them, I can no longer return home”.”
Once again, Kagome felt her heart go out to the poor women in these stories.
“The young lord, upon seeing her grief… was very kind and attentive towards her.” Oh, she can’t believe the audacity of this man. Kagome was unable to hide her frown. The man in this story stole those robes knowing it would upset the maiden, yet here the story was, once again, painting him in a heroic light. “He listened to her woes, and asked her if she would come to his abode to rest and recover. However, the Celestial Maiden… refused?”
“”I cannot.”” Miss Yamada read aloud, to Kagome’s surprise, the girl having not expected the maiden to decline the lord’s offer.
Normally, in these kinds of stories, as soon as the robes were discovered missing, the maiden would end up following the man that stole them and wedding him regardless of their will. They’d bear his children, just to steal their robes back at the end and fly back to the moon.
But this one… refused?
“”Soon enough, my beloved husband will come down to search for me- and if he were to find me in the home of another man… his terrible wrath would bring misfortune upon you”.”
And the Celestial Maiden is already married?
“”I will take refuge with the dragon who guards this river until my husband comes for me, so do not worry about me”.”
Wow.
This story is a lot… different than what Kagome was expecting.
Is this really a folktale?
“And with that,” Miss Yamada continued, pacing the classroom and walking down the desk aisles, “the Celestial Maiden flung herself into the river and disappeared beneath the water. Drowning in his sorrow, having failed to win the heart of the Celestial Maiden, the young lord returned home. Yet, once back in his castle, the Celestial Maiden and her incredible beauty haunted his mind. He began to refuse his meals, and sleep would not come to him. His blessed life had never felt so unfortunate.”
The teacher stopped walking, and Kagome watched as she tapped the desk of another student- but, due to Miss Yamada’s position, she couldn’t quite see the girl’s face.
“One of the young lord’s elderly servants, distressed at his master’s suffering, finally spoke, “M’lord, what ails you so? Since your return to the castle, you have not eaten or slept. Please, if there is anything that we, your faithful servants, can provide to ease your troubles, you need only speak and we will do all we can to help”.”
Kagome does not like the sound of that.
But Miss Yamada kept reading. “And so… the young lord spoke of the Celestial Maiden, and all that has happened at the river. Once he finished his tale, the servant went quiet, only to say, ”It has been many days since you’ve returned. If her husband has not come for her by now, it is obvious that she has been abandoned. Leave her robes here and approach the river again. Call out to the maiden and tell her that her robes have been found. If she emerges from the water, bring her to the castle, but do not return her robes. Soon enough, she will agree to be your bride.”
Oh, jeez…
Talk about gross.
And here Kagome was, hoping this story would be different.
Wait a minute… no, something is different about this tale. Aside from the fact that the Celestial Maiden refused to go with the young lord and that she was already married, her robes… were blue, and after they were stolen she refused to marry the young lord and instead… wound up in a dragon’s den?
That… sounds alarmingly similar to what happened with Irene.
Irene’s kimonos had been blue, and she ended up being taken away by a dragon demon. The human lord of Asagiri Town’s castle even tried to force Irene’s hand in marriage, much like the young lord of this story was trying to force the maiden’s hand, and she had to be rescued by Sesshōmaru. From the way the story is going so far, it sounded like the maiden’s husband was going to be coming down to earth to rescue her, too, assuming… he didn’t actually abandon her.
Okay. Nope. This is weird. This is really really weird.
I’m just imagining this, right?
Maybe it’s just one big coincidence.
“Miss Saito?” Miss Yamada called.
Kagome startled at the name and inhaled sharply, whipping her head around to see a dour-faced brunette stand up.
She would recognize those long brown pigtails anywhere. Hinami. That creepy girl who sang that wretched Kagome, Kagome song and spouted a bunch of cryptic nonsense at the shrine a while back.
Kagome knew thanks to her friends that they went to the same school, but she hadn’t realized they were in the same class. She was so quiet and unassuming, the black-haired teen didn’t notice her at all when she entered the classroom today.
Which was odd, because Hinami was anything but unassuming.
Kagome’s fingers curled against her palms atop her desk, watching with furrowed brows and disturbed eyes as Hinami lifted the book up and read aloud, little to no emotion in her voice, her intonation so familiar… but in a way that it spelled danger instead of comfort. “The next day, the young lord followed the instructions of his trusted servant and went back to the river. He called out for the Celestial Maiden, speaking of how her precious robes had been found and were waiting for her at his castle.”
It scratched at her brain, clawed at her memories, yet for the life of her Kagome could not name why.
“The Celestial Maiden, adorned in silk that was gifted to her by the guardian dragon of the river, emerged from its waters.”
Adorned in silk… gifted by the dragon?
Irene was wearing silk. The dragon demon had dressed her up as the most extravagant of brides. This is… totally insane. It has to be a coincidence.
“Desperate to have her robes returned to her and wishing more than anything to see her beloved husband again, the Celestial Maiden decided to trust the young lord’s words and agreed to go with him to retrieve her robes.” Kagome found herself holding her breath as she leaned forward, trying to get a good look at Hinami’s face, struggling to place what exactly it was about her that still creeped her out so much. Her face, her intonation, her very existence- it was spelling something dangerous, and Kagome was not liking it one bit. “Yet when they reached the castle… the young lord refused to keep his promise. He pleaded for the Celestial Maiden to marry him, for her husband has clearly abandoned her, but once again she refused.”
Kagome jolted and recoiled back when Hinami fluttered her lashes and lifted her head, watching how, in one swift and elegant movement, she straightened her back and glanced at Kagome from the corner of her eyes.
Brown eyes.
Eyes the color of chestnuts.
It wasn’t an uncommon color, and yet… it caused chills to go down Kagome’s spine.
“”My Lord Husband has not abandoned me”, The Celestial Maiden said, convinced of her husband’s affection and loyalty.” Hinami did not once break eye contact with the black-haired teen as she recited the maiden’s words. “”He will come for me. Please, I beg of you, return my robes”.”
“Very good.” Miss Yamada praised. “The next passage, too, please.”
“Despite her pleas, the young lord refused once again to return her robes, and he had his servants take her to a room that had been prepared for her stay.” The quiet brunette read. “But once in her room, the Celestial Maiden refused to come out. Instead, she spent the evenings gazing longingly up at the heavens, her sad eyes fixated upon the moon, while her days were spent in silence- only speaking when the young lord or his servants would ask her to reconsider her decision to not marry the young lord.”
“And each day,” Miss Yamada continued, “her response was the same.”
Hinami nodded, bowed, and then sat back down. When Kagome glanced at her, she saw the brunette offer her a knowing smile before turning back to her book, the strange girl’s expression returning to its usual aloof and apathetic look. It sent chills down Kagome’s spine, but she wasn’t given a chance to think much about it when Miss Yamada continued to read.
The teacher stepped forward, taking a stance by the blackboard in front of the class once more, and Kagome snapped her head up to gaze at the adult. “”I shall not marry another man,” The Celestial Maiden declared, “My heart belongs to my husband alone. Please, return my robes. If I do not return to him, my husband will come for me, and if you refuse to return my robes, I will continue to wait for my husband’s arrival. No matter how many days and nights it takes; since he took me to wife, he has not and will never abandon me.”
Oh…? That’s… kind of sweet, actually.
She believes in their love so strongly, she’s willing to wait however long it takes for him to find her. She trusts in him to find her. She firmly believes he won’t abandon her.
That’s so… romantic.
From the side, Kagome could hear Ayumi let out a small gasp- and she knew her friend was absolutely enamored with the unusual folktale.
Miss Yamada pushed up her glasses, “With each refusal, the young lord became more determined to have the Celestial Maiden as his wife. However, as the days passed, one of the lord’s maidservants began to feel pity for the poor Celestial Maiden, and in the night cleverly spoke to her. “Precious Maiden,” she said, “I know of your grief. My grandmother was once of the heavens, much like yourself. My master plans to wed you tomorrow, but fear not; I shall retrieve your robes for you. You and I look much alike, so when I bring your robes, we shall trade places… and I shall go in your stead”.”
Wait, wait, wait.
The maiden and the servant look identical? They’re going to trade places?
That’s… almost exactly what happened with Irene.
“”Despite the fact it will cost me my life, I would rather perish protecting my master than let him bring certain death upon himself”.”
Certain death… like the wrath from a certain someone named Sesshōmaru, perhaps?
“Moved by the maidservant’s words,” Miss Yamada recited, “the Celestial Maiden spoke, “Dear girl, I shall reward you for your devotion. When you retrieve my robes, return here to me, and my husband and I shall ensure you become the Lady of this castle”.
The teacher looked at the class.
“Miss Fujita, would you continue?”
“Y-Yes!” Yuka quickly stood, holding her book up and clearing her throat. “The next morning, the maidservant did as the Celestial Maiden bid her to do. However, the moment the maidservant had entered the Celestial Maiden’s room, robes in hand… the whole castle shook with a force so strong it was as if the nearby mountains had erupted! The maidservant trembled with fear, and that fear only doubled when the Celestial Maiden bid her to wear the Celestial Robes she had brought instead of changing into one another’s attire. With trembling hands, she followed her orders, and to her shock watched as the Celestial Maiden, still in her dragon-gifted silk, rose to her feet, ready to leave.”
Miss Yamada smiled, pleased with the reading. “”Now… we shall go down to your master,” The Celestial Maiden said, “and we shall see if his heart is truly able to look beyond his mortal sight”. Ahem…”
The teacher cleared her throat.
“Miss Higurashi?”
Kagome stiffened, then hurriedly flipped the page, lifting the book close to her face. “Wh-When the maiden and the maidservant entered the room, across from the young lord stood a beautiful man. His hair looked to be spun of moonbeams, his eyes as gold as the noonday sun, and a…”
She began to trail off, horror dawning on her as the similarities drew too closely now to be mere coincidence, the girl hardly able to believe what her eyes were seeing written on the page.
“A brilliant moon of… crescent wane… adorned his forehead. Dressed in pure white finery that deemed him an aristocrat, there could be… n-no doubt that this… was the Celestial Maiden’s... husband?” Kagome’s voice cracked upon reading that line. She could hardly believe it. “The… The stare he leveled at the young lord was dark and unforgiving, a-and…”
Okay, wow, this is absolutely wild.
Kagome can’t help but picture Sesshōmaru’s glare in her head now.
The way he had looked when they all entered the room to find him standing beside Irene had been one of pure fury, and the rage in his voice as he attacked and shouted at Inuyasha had been one that left everyone chilled. He had been truly enraged at the human lord for attempting to force himself on Irene, and at Inuyasha for not being able to protect her… and now Kagome is remembering how that one elderly maid referred to Sesshōmaru as a celestial being, and how Diana did so as well, and oh goodness this story really was based off of what happened back then, wasn’t it?
The thought left Kagome so shaken she struggled to continue reading. “And the… the maidservant had to cling to the Celestial Maiden for strength as they both entered the room.”
One draped in blue robes, Irene’s kimono, and the other dressed in dragon-gifted silk, a shiromuku.
Kagome could feel her heart racing in her chest as her anxiety spiked, sweat starting to form on her palms as she flipped the page, her hands trembling more than she would have liked to admit. History was being altered, just as she feared, and just like that Hinami girl claimed. But… it wasn’t because of Kagome.
It was because of Irene.
Thankfully, Miss Yamada seemed to notice the fifteen-year-old wasn’t doing so well, and picked up where she left off. “As the maidens entered, both men turned to look at them, and the dark look that had marred the fine features of the Celestial Being lifted. He knew at once what was taking place, and turned to the young lord to speak, “It appears my wife has prepared a test for you… to see if you are worthy of replacing me, the Prince of the Waning Crescent”.”
Yeah, that… sounds like something Sesshōmaru would say.
“”Be grateful for it. Had she not, I would take recompense for her abduction and imprisonment at your hands. If you wish to have a Celestial Maiden as your bride, then show us the strength of your affections. I shall bear witness to your supposed devotion here and now”.”
Okay, there’s absolutely no doubt about it.
This character was definitely based off of Sesshōmaru. What the character just said there was highly reminiscent of something he said back when Inuyasha first tried to pull the tetsusaiga out of its resting place. Sure, there was no way the people who wrote this story could know about that, but… maybe they figured out his personality from that one encounter where he mutilated their lord? That’s a possibility.
Unless maybe someone who knew Inuyasha and Sesshōmaru personally wrote the story… but maybe that was the real coincidence.
“”You shall decide which of these two maidens standing before you is the one who shall become your bride”.” Miss Yamada said, a slight smile spreading across her lips at the test that was taking place in the story. “The young lord felt his heart tremble at the challenge, the Celestial Prince’s words cutting deep. For as much as the young lord had thought about the Celestial Maiden since their first encounter, the two women were nearly identical. He deliberated for a great while, studying the two women with a long look, before asking, “And if I should fail”?”
She let a silence hang in the classroom, and Kagome tensed, finding herself waiting with bated breath for the continuation- even though she could so easily look down at the book in front of her and flip to the ending.
Miss Yamada had her students invested now, and she hid her pleased grin with her book. It was obvious this was one of her favorite tales, perhaps because of the way it differed from the usual folklore. “The Celestial Prince’s next words were clear, “”Then you will pay dearly for seeking that which did not belong to you. My wife will take back what is hers, and I will claim what I am due”.”
Kagome let out her breath, then inhaled shakily, her heart racing in her chest as she wondered if Sesshōmaru might have actually said something like this to the lord that tried to force himself on Irene. He cut off the man's hand, after all. Sesshōmaru must have been furious.
This Celestial Prince certainly is…
“The young lord went quiet,” Miss Yamada flipped the page, several students following suit and several others simply focused on the teacher, listening as she read with such passion, “and he thought long and hard about who was the true Celestial Maiden. Both were fair and shared similarities in the face, however, he could not remember the eye color. “Had they been as brown as the earth below, or as blue as the night sky? And her hair- had it always been just below her shoulders? Certainly it must’ve grown after her time away from the heavens”. After many hours of deliberation, the young lord lifted his hand…”
The teacher closed her eyes.
“And pointed to the maidservant, disguised as the Celestial Maiden.”
Ayumi gasped. Yuka looked quite happy with this, but Eri, on the other hand, was squinting at her book, flipping to the end out of desire to know the ending. Hinami had the barest trace of a smile on her lips, but Kagome just sat there in her seat, stunned.
Brown eyes, with hair just below her shoulders… that was undoubtedly Irene. Then, the maidservant character, who shared a great resemblance to her in all but her dark blue eyes…
Is she supposed to be Diana?
Miss Yamada was so immersed in her own reading she stopped calling on the students, though it may have also been because the clock was ticking and the bell was going to ring soon. “Fearing for her master’s life, the maidservant ran forward and threw herself in front of the Celestial Prince before he could move. “Please, show mercy, o’ great one! My lord has wronged you, trying to take your bride as his own… but I beg of you! If you must have recompense for his wrongs, I will offer my own life for his sake. Spare the people of this castle, spare my lord, and allow me to take his punishment instead”.”
Whatever it was Eri read on the last page, she was grinning widely, evidently very pleased with the ending.
Miss Yamada continued, “The Celestial Prince said nothing, but the Celestial Maiden, his beloved wife, spoke, staring up at the young and shaken lord. “Do you see now, young lord of this castle? You have a pleasing bride right in front of you, yet you did not even see her because you sought that which was not meant for this world… for your own”.”
Kagome looked back down at her book, flipping the page.
“The Celestial Maiden then stepped forward and gently wiped away the tears of the maidservant. She asked for her robes back, and the maidservant quickly removed the Celestial robes that adorned her form and placed them into the Celestial Maiden’s arms. As she did so, the maidservant’s appearance changed to become just as beautiful and heavenly as the Celestial Maiden before her.”
Wait, what? That’s… not what happened.
“Seeing the blessing his wife bestowed upon the maidservant, the Celestial Prince approached the young lord and rested two fingers over the young lord’s right eye. ”You have been blessed to have such a woman for a wife. With this eye, I shall give you the ability to see into a person’s heart. Should your gaze ever waver, however, and you forget the vows you’ve made to her, you shall lose the ability to look upon anything with this eye… forever”.”
Well, that was kind of close.
Sesshōmaru did claw one of the lord’s eyes out. But what Irene did to Diana is not at all what happened between the Celestial Maiden and the maidservant. Irene cut her ancestor’s hair off as a warning, not to make her more beautiful!
Hold on, is that… what the story is implying? That the maiden cut off the servant’s hair so she would be identical to her?
That’s… kind of disturbing.
“With that final warning,” Miss Yamada’s voice tugged Kagome out of her thoughts, and the girl looked up at be teacher with startled eyes, “the Celestial Prince took his wife into his arms, and both disappeared in the wind, making their way back to the moon where they belonged. Waiting for them at their home was their daughter, and their many other children who had been eagerly awaiting their parents' return.”
Children!?
Wait, wait, wait. That’s impossible.
The “daughter” Kagome can write off as the little human girl that’s been traveling with the two of them, but the idea that there are more? Either they end up coming across a gaggle of orphans, or the tale got twisted way too much because there is absolutely no way Sesshōmaru would have biological children with a mortal.
Furthermore, that would imply that Irene stayed behind in the feudal era, but that’s not possible either. The spell keeping her there is linked to Anastasia. Once Anastasia is defeated… the spell will be broken.
“Shortly after,” Miss Yamada read, “the young lord and the maidservant were married, and the land prospered under the blessings they were given. They lived the rest of their lives peaceful… and happy.”
No sooner had she said that final line did the school bell start to ring.
The teacher’s smile fell and she closed the book, setting it down on her desk as she faced the class. “Your reports on The Young Lord and the Celestial Bride are due next week. Don’t forget to turn in your homework Monday. Now, everyone, rise.”
Everyone stood up from their seats.
Kagome’s mind was reeling, her hands and legs shaking as she tried to process what she just witnessed.
…
It was a fairly normal day in Kaede’s village.
Well, as normal as it could be ever since the panther demons had come to stay. They did help rebuild the houses they’ve destroyed, and have been helping work in the fields. The panther demons have even been going hunting to make gathering food easier on the humans, but a lot of people were still wary of them. Thankfully, because of Kaede’s influence, and because of the belief that the demons were all under a certain foreign priestess’ control, their presence was being tolerated- and even somewhat appreciated by the more accepting villagers… but many still doubted and distrusted them.
Per the priestess Kaede’s request, the more human-looking of the demons acted as escorts whenever the villagers needed to leave the safety of the village, so as to protect them from any potential bandits or wild demons whilst on the roads to market. Having always returned with the villagers alive and unharmed, they have slowly been garnering more trust with those they’ve been looking after.
But the older villagers… those who still remembered Inuyasha’s “reign of terror” fifty years ago… refused to go anywhere near them.
And speaking of Inuyasha, the half-demon was currently laying on his back, strewn lazily across a thick tree branch, his arms supporting the back of his head. He was scowling, glaring up at the sky as his mind yet again ran circles around the conversation he had with a certain auburn-haired woman the other day, and the argument that took place with her much shorter, much more sensitive, brunette little sister.
“How long are you going to sulk, Inuyasha?” Miroku called, looking up at the boy from his spot on the ground. He held his staff in hand, with Shippō perched on his shoulder and Sango standing at his side, her arms crossed and an exasperated look on her face. Seeing Inuyasha sulking on the tree branch up above, a frown fell upon the monk’s lips. “Kagome’s gone back to her time, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”
“Miroku’s right.” Sango told the dog-eared teen, whose scowl only grew deeper. “Maria’s upset too, but she’s not sulking about it. She wants to defeat Anastasia as much as you want to hurry and find the remaining jewel shards!”
“Stop pouting and start training!” Shippō exclaimed, resting a hand on Miroku’s head as he stood up on the young man’s shoulder. “Acting like this won’t make Kagome come back any faster!”
“Oh, can it, will ya!?” The half-demon snapped, glaring down at the trio without moving from his spot. It’s only been one day since Kagome left; there were still two more to go. Sure, he’s a little bored without her here, but it’s not like her going back to her own time is what’s bothering him. At least, it isn’t the only thing on his mind. “That’s not what this is about! And I’m not sulking!”
Sango made a face and leaned sideways, muttering to Miroku, “He’s not fooling anyone…”
The monk hummed and nodded in agreement. Letting out a sigh, he tried to think of what to say next, only to pause. Lifting his head, Miroku blinked and gazed up at Inuyasha with curious dark blue eyes. “If it’s not about Kagome… are you sulking about Irene?”
Inuyasha finally sat up at that accusation, the boy jumping onto his feet and spinning on his heels. Crouching down to point at the lecherous man, a fierce glare twisted his face as he snapped, “We’ve already been over this; I didn’t make her leave! It’s not my fault Irene chose Sesshōmaru over us, so drop it! She made her decision!”
“Bingo.” Shippō deadpanned. “You hit the nail right on the head, Miroku.”
“Don’t make me come down there and clobber you, Shippō!”
At Inuyasha’s roaring threat, the fox demon squeaked and hurriedly jumped down so he was hanging and hiding behind Miroku’s back. “H-He’s angry! He’s really angry!”
“Well, I can’t blame him…” Miroku sighed, dramatically hanging his head towards Sango. The woman blinked, only to tense and feel her face grow warm when Miroku’s head bumped hers lightly. “Can you, my dear Sango? After all those cruel things he said to her, Irene definitely thinks Inuyasha hates her now. If you ask me, sulking about is the least he can do after making our sweet Irene cry. At least it shows he harbors some guilt about what he said...”
At the monk’s words, Inuyasha tensed. All his muscles grew stiff, and his ears drew back ever-so-slightly, as he recalled very vividly the way he yelled and made the timid brunette cry. Of all their arguments, it was undoubtedly their worst one yet.
“…That’s true.” Sango’s lips pulled into a thin frown, and she looked away from the monk to Inuyasha, only to stare off to the side. Her grip on her arms tightened. “I know you were upset with her, Inuyasha, but you know how sensitive she is. Why would you say those things? If I was in her place, I would think you hate me too.”
Inuyasha’s hand twitched, his pointed finger curling back into his fists as he fumbled for a response, an excuse, to defend himself and get them off his back. He had been mad- beyond mad, furious- at Irene for siding with his callous older brother and wanting to travel with him. He couldn’t understand why she’d want to go with Sesshōmaru instead of staying with them. They were her friends, not his.
And yet she chose him.
That…
That hurt.
It hurt more than all the wounds Sesshōmaru had inflicted on him during their battle. Why? Why choose him? She’s just going to get hurt by him. Maria and Kagome believed Irene only wanted to go with Sesshōmaru because of her feelings for him- because she likes him. Even though there’s absolutely nothing to like about him, even though Sesshōmaru had no redeeming qualities at all, save for maybe his face… which was probably only because of the father they share that Inuyasha doesn’t remember. Even though he would never reciprocate her feelings, Irene… cared for him. Romantically.
Irene likes Sesshōmaru, in the same way Inuyasha likes Kagome.
Gods, the very thought was enough to make him ill, but it did explain her behavior when they fought right before the panther demons abducted her. It explains why she was so happy talking about him back in Minamo Village, and why she was so willing to go with him instead of her friends.
But… why?
What does she like about him?
There’s nothing for her to like about Sesshōmaru. Furthermore, there’s no reason for Sesshōmaru to keep her around, especially if he knows she has feelings for him. He had no interest in that sort of thing, and even less interest in being with a human woman. It would take an act of divine intervention for him to garner even the slightest hint of interest or affection for a mortal. So… what convinced him to keep her around? To revive her?
How was he even able to revive her? Only someone with a compassionate heart can use tenseiga, and Sesshōmaru definitely didn’t have… that. Why would he keep some like Irene around?
Inuyasha’s conversation with Maria came to mind again. “Because.”
“Because what?”
He remembered how proud she looked as she grinned at him, speaking of her sister with such strong and unabashed affection. She was utterly convinced that what she spoke was the truth. “Irene is cute.”
Yeah, no way.
Maria was crazy if she thought, for even a second, that Sesshōmaru kept Irene around because he thought she was cute or something like that. He doesn’t even know the meaning of the word, or how to view someone in that kind of way. Irene was so frail for a human, too; she needed so much care compared to other mortals.
Just…
Just like my mother.
Irene was such a gentle and sensitive soul, whose health was always so frail. Inuyasha had seen that before- in his mother, who had died of illness when he was young. Who had still loved his father despite him dying on them when Inuyasha was just a baby, leaving him and his mother to be abused and mistreated by the humans around them. Inuyasha loved his mother dearly, even if he’d never admit it aloud, but there was no denying Izayoi had been naive, believing things would be fine if they could just keep pushing forward. That if they were kind to people, people would be kind to them.
Even though she suffered the worst of the abuse, having bedded a demon and bore his child. Even though she knew they were just going to hurt her more. She still… believed things would get better one day. She still kept quiet about the abuse, even though Little Inuyasha could smell the pain she was in, just so she could avoid causing him any more worry.
When Izayoi fell ill, she kept quiet. She knew none of her relatives would offer to help, or bring doctors to check on her condition or fetch her medicine. Whenever Little Inuyasha had fallen sick, Izayoi always went out of her way to collect herbs herself, so when she first began to cough… Inuyasha went out of his way for her.
Yarrow, ginger root, garlic, thyme. Whatever medicinal herbs he could get his hands on. But it never helped.
It only eased her pain.
Yet Izayoi always smiled. She knew she was dying, but still tried to behave like nothing was wrong- only comforting him whenever he got upset. She would smile and cup Inuyasha’s cheek, or give his hand a gentle squeeze as he cried over her sickly form. She would pat his back and hum a little tune, casting a “magic spell” to wish him well. Until, one day, she collapsed. Coughing and coughing, gasping for air… face as pale as a winter’s snow…
And then she was gone.
Irene was the same.
For as much as Irene and Inuyasha were alike, she resembled his mother even more. It was so… frustrating. The coughing, the fevers, the constantly falling ill, and the lying. Pretending she was fine even though she wasn’t, knowing people were going to hurt her yet continuing to be kind to them anyways; it reminded him so much of his mother that it left him irritable. And knowing Irene had left Inuyasha and the others for Sesshōmaru of all people, because she had feelings for him… was dredging up all sorts of bad memories. Inuyasha’s mother died because of her love for his father, because she gave birth to a half-demon like him, and because she so naively believed everything was going to be okay if they just kept pushing through the turmoil.
For Sesshōmaru to keep Irene around, to let her stay with him despite knowing of her feelings for him… it just doesn’t make any sense. There’s no way Irene his type.
Not that I can imagine Sesshōmaru having a type…
And he really doesn’t want to try to.
There’s no way Sesshōmaru would want to be bothered looking after someone. Using tenseiga is one thing, but keeping Irene around, knowing she’s frail, knowing she loves him… it’s just asking for trouble. Why would he let her stay?
The confusion kept eating away at him, scratching and clawing at his brain no matter how hard he tried to understand. To make matters worse, Irene probably does think Inuyasha hates her. As much as he wants to ask her why she likes Sesshōmaru so much, he knows she’ll just start crying again, and then he’ll get mad, and then they’ll start arguing, and then it’ll somehow be Inuyasha’s fault that nothing got solved.
“Irene always assumes the worst.” Sango murmured, voice quiet. “And after what you said… she might not ever want to come back to us.”
Miroku nodded his head with a solemn hum. “Agreed. Sesshōmaru, at least, doesn’t seem to have said anything harsh to her. Oddly enough, she’s only ever had nice things to say about him.”
Inuyasha inhaled sharply at that, and everyone jumped when his left fist made contact with the tree bark beside him. “Shut up! Nobody asked you! If all you’re gonna do is rag on me about what happened, then just leave me alone! I may have said some harsh stuff, but Irene chose to leave with Sesshōmaru way before that! She chose to leave us! And… And so what!? We’ve been doing just fine without her! She doesn’t need to come back to us!”
Miroku was starting to look annoyed, and taking in a deep breath to calm himself, he slowly exhaled. “Inuyasha…”
Without warning, Shippō was suddenly in a surprised Sango’s arms.
The monk was gripping his staff with both hands, whacking the side of the tree aggressively with the metal weapon before moving to kick the tree with his foot, attempting to jostle it just enough that Inuyasha would fall off the branch he was on.
Inuyasha was unfazed by his efforts, and instead of falling he jumped up onto a higher branch just to spite the monk.
This made Miroku kick the tree even harder. “This! Isn’t! Just! An argument! Get it together! You told Irene you wouldn’t care if she died! Be a man and apologize to her, damn it! Are you really just going to sit around and mope, and let Irene leave this era without fixing things between you two!? You’ve been irritable all week! It’s exhausting! Now stop taking your frustrations out on us and think up a way to mend things with Irene! Or do you want the only good memories she’ll have of this era being of Sesshōmaru!?”
Inuyasha faltered at that, and he squatted back down, gripping the tree branch he was on with both hands.
The monk continued to kick the tree, before just letting his foot rest against the bark when he grew tired. Lifting his head, his dark blue eyes narrowed in a stern glare. “Are you friends with her or not!? Remind me again; who was it that took off running after Irene when she got abducted by the panther tribe!? You didn’t even give the rest of us a chance to wake up first before running off! We had to catch up! And who was it that was so scared Irene wouldn’t wake up after she was poisoned with Naraku’s miasma, that he wouldn’t stop swinging his sword around!? If you care about her, then stop moping- and hurry up and fix things with her!”
Inuyasha lowered his head, shoulders slumping in defeat. He really wished Miroku didn’t bring up either of those moments.
They were just bitter reminders that what Sesshōmaru said was true- that he couldn’t protect Irene. That he failed to. Inuyasha couldn’t stop her being abducted- he couldn’t rescue her- and he couldn’t do anything except sit there or anxiously swing his sword as he waited for her to wake up after they were all poisoned by Naraku’s miasma. She was the only one left fast asleep. Her fingertips blue, her veins bleeding into a hideous purple color as the poison slowly made its way towards her heart… and all Inuyasha could do back then was hope with all his might that she would live. To trust in her will to survive.
It’s why he didn’t want to like her at the start, why he didn’t want to be friends. She was not only frail and weak, bound to live a short life, but she… reminded him of his mother.
His mother… who he also failed to save.
“There’s… There’s no point.” Inuyasha muttered quietly, hanging his head as his claws dug into the tree bark. “She’s not gonna listen.”
“Then find a way to make her listen!” Miroku snapped. The older teen pointed his staff at the half-demon. “Irene is very empathetic, so if you approach with good intentions she’ll at least hear you out! You have to be the one to take the first step! She can’t always be the one reaching out trying to mend things with you! You have to mend things with her!”
He knows that.
But… how can he possibly mend things when everything he said was beyond forgiveness? If anyone said to Inuyasha what he said to Irene, he wouldn’t have wasted a second in cutting them off and out of his life. A measly apology wouldn’t get that person anywhere. And Irene… well, for as soft as she was, she still knew how to hold a grudge. She won’t forgive him so easily.
She might not ever forgive him.
They were alike in that way, too.
“Honestly…” Miroku let out another sigh, lowering his foot back to the ground. “There’s still two more days before Kagome gets back, so use that precious time to think of something, alright?”
Inuyasha didn’t respond.
Exasperated, the monk spun on his heel with a huff. “Sango, let’s go.”
“Huh? O-Oh, yes… alright.” The demon slayer nodded her head.
Glancing back at Inuyasha, Sango hesitated before following after Miroku. Shippō furrowed his brows from his spot in the woman’s arms as he watched the half-demon grow even more upset. He hasn’t seen him this depressed since the fight with Kagome after she defended Kōga and stopped Inuyasha from hurting him.
At that thought, an idea came to mind.
Shippō furrowed his brows, pondering whether or not to follow through with it, before gripping Sango’s kimono tight and climbing up onto her shoulder, just to jump off and land on all fours against the ground. Seeing that Sango and Miroku stopped walking to look at him, curiosity and confusion in their gazes, Shippō waved them off with a surprisingly serious look on his face. “I’ll catch up with you guys. I wanna talk to Inuyasha alone real quick.”
Miroku and Sango shared a look, eyebrows raised, before nodding and shrugging. The monk offered a soft smile. “Okay, Shippō. We’ll see you in town.”
“Don’t be too harsh on him now.”
They continued walking.
Once they were gone, the fox demon child bounded forward until he was at the foot of the tree. He looked up at the depressed half-demon. “Hey, Inuyasha! I have an idea!”
Inuyasha lifted his head just slightly, frowning as he looked down at Shippō. “...What is it?”
Shippō just grinned. “Come down here and I’ll tell you!”
Inuyasha rolled his eyes, but carefully stood and jumped down from his spot in the tree, the boy landing expertly on his feet. Squatting again now that he was on the ground, he leaned down with his hands on his knees and gave Shippō a skeptical look, squinting his eyes. “This better not be anything stupid.”
“It’s not!” Shippō huffed. “Just hear me out, okay!? Remember when you and Kagome got in that really bad fight over Kōga, and we asked Kaede for advice all secretive like!?”
Inuyasha blinked. “You mean… when you drew those pictures, and pretended it was about a friend that wasn’t me?”
“Yeah!”
The half-demon went silent for a moment, contemplating Shippō’s suggestion. “...I mean, I guess that could work. But only if you don’t go around showing the pictures to all the villagers this time!” Inuyasha focused a glare on the fox child, reaching out and poking his forehead a bit too roughly. Shippō yelped and leaned back, smacking Inuyasha’s hand away. “That was stupidly embarrassing! Don’t do it again!”
“But- ugh, fine! I can at least show the others though, right? Like Sango and Miroku?”
“...Whatever. Just not the village.”
Shippō grinned, his baby fangs showing as his bright green eyes began to sparkle. “Then it’s a deal! I’ll help you out, we get advice from Kaede, and then you can fix things with Irene! Sound good?”
Inuyasha squinted at the child again, then plopped down on his rear and crossed his legs, folding his hands into his sleeves as he turned his head away with a slight pout. “Yeah, yeah… sure thing.”
“Great! Let me just get my art supplies, and I’ll whip up the best story for Kaede!”
Inuyasha glanced to the side, watching as Shippō bounded off, and his tense shoulders slumped once more. His eyes fluttered halfway closed, the weight in his chest only growing heavier. He really did mess things up big time. It wasn’t as if he intended to be so harsh, but the words spilled out before he could stop them. Inuyasha had been hurt.
Irene abandoned them for Sesshōmaru.
Or, at least, that’s what it felt like at the time. Now he isn’t so sure.
At least Shippō is trying to be helpful, unlike Miroku and Sango who are just trying to pin all the blame on him and make him feel worse. He misses Kagome. She might not necessarily take his side, but she’d at least understand why he reacted the way he did. Sometimes… it feels like everyone only ever sees the worst in him.
Irene never did.
Not even during their first big fight about Sesshōmaru.
She knew.
Maybe… that’s another reason why it hurts so bad. Irene was one of the few people who actually understood him without him having to spell everything out. She recognized the hurt and reacted to that, instead of misinterpreting and twisting the things he said to fit a different perspective. She wasn’t always the most observant, but she could be pretty perceptive when she wanted to be.
So how could she fall for Sesshōmaru of all people?
“Lord Inuyasha! Lord Inuyasha!”
Inuyasha blinked at the voice shouting out of nowhere, his dog ears twitching as he turned to face the direction it was coming from. Feeling a tickle against his cheek, then a familiar sting, Inuyasha scrunched up his nose and smacked a hand to his face. Lowering his hand, he watched with unamused eyes as a certain flea fluttered down from his cheek to his palm.
“Well, well; look who it is.” Inuyasha commented dryly. “If it isn’t Myoga the flea. Took ya long enough to get back to me. Where’ve you been?”
“Urk… ugh…” The flea demon grimaced as he pulled himself up, shaking his head and blinking away the spots in his vision. Looking up, he lifted one of his hands in greeting. “Lord Inuyasha, your blood is as wonderfully delicious as ever! And, oh boy, do I have some news for you! It’s simply unbelievable!”
That earned a raised brow from Inuyasha. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”
“It’s about Irene!” The flea exclaimed, jumping up onto his feet. His arms were waving about, making wild gestures in his disbelief. “She’s with Lord Sesshōmaru!”
“...Yeah. I told you that.”
It was evident to Myoga that Inuyasha didn’t understand, even though the boy was completely aware of what had happened. “No, no, no! Oh, must I start from the beginning? Very well.” Clearing his throat, the flea demon lifting a hand up to his chin and folded his other arms across his chest. “I am afraid that your worst fears have come true… Irene did die the day she escaped from Naraku’s castle…”
Myoga was quick to add, tossing his arms out as he looked up at the half-demon with big eyes,
“But-! Do not fear, m’lord! Irene is alive and well now! You see… Lord Sesshōmaru used the tenseiga to revive her!”
Inuyasha just stared.
Myoga took that as a sign that he was in shock. “It’s difficult to believe, isn’t it? The sword forged from your mutual father’s fang, the sword Lord Sesshōmaru considered to have been useless all this time! He used that very sword to bring her back to life! Why, according to Irene herself, Lord Sesshōmaru has been protecting her all this time! He’s even…” The flea demon brought his top two hands up to his head, still struggling to process this information himself. “Lord Sesshōmaru has even gifted Irene a very fine kimono! Do you know what this means, Lord Inuyasha!?”
At the question, Inuyasha’s expression grew darker, his features twisting into something pained and deeply conflicted.
“It means…” Myoga was totally shaken, breathing in and breathing out as he tried to regain his composure. “It means Lord Sesshōmaru has learned compassion! Or… something like it, at the very least.” The last part was said with a mutter, Myoga bringing a hand up rub his grey mustache with squinted eyes. “I daren’t believe that Lord Sesshōmaru’s heart has thawed so much as to hold affection for her, but… he is his father’s son, just as much as you are. Perhaps Irene’s warm heart has touched his somehow?”
“...Considering how mad he got at me for not being able to protect her,” Inuyasha scowled, “Sesshōmaru’s clearly feeling something. But I don’t think it’s compassion.”
“Hmm, you don’t think so?” Myoga asked, frowning a little. “But then… what could it be?”
Inuyasha just huffed and turned his head away, nose twitching as he caught a familiar scent in the wind. “I dunno, but whatever it is, Irene is definitely the cause of it.”
“...Did you just say Irene?” As if on que, Tōran walked out of the nearby trees. Her icy blue eyes were wide as she stepped into view, a wild boar dead and slung over her right shoulder. “You finally found her?”
Inuyasha gave her a look, but the demoness was unaffected by his glare.
Give their history and how she nearly killed Irene, Tōran’s apparent infatuation with the brunette was baffling to him, but she has turned over a new leaf and has been helping out with the villagers a lot more than she needed to, so he didn’t really hate her. He just… didn’t really like her, either.
Hmm…
Judging from the boar, she had been off on a hunt when she scented Inuyasha and came to find him, most likely to ask if they’ve managed to locate Irene yet. Everyone had agreed to tell Tōran, Kaede, the villagers, and all the other panther demons that Irene was simply “missing” instead of potentially dead. Considering the villagers believe Irene to be keeping the panther demons under her control, her being dead would quickly turn the mostly peaceful village into a warzone. But, not having a real answer to give to Tōran, who was infatuated with Irene, they had to settle for being pestered by her every time they came back to rest in the village until she did get an answer.
It was seriously annoying.
But… she did care about Irene, despite everything, so they put up with it. At least now the pestering will stop, seeing as they know what’s happened to her now.
Inuyasha stared at Tōran, who was standing there staring with piercing eyes and awaiting a response. After a few seconds, the half-demon huffed and turned away, draping an arm over a leg as he shifted in his spot and pulled a knee up close to his chest. “Yeah, we found her. It’s stupid, but she’s traveling with Sesshōmaru now. Don’t ask me why.”
Why she likes that jerk so much, or why that jerk is letting her travel with him.
Nothing makes any sense.
Tōran took a moment to process Inuyasha’s answer, and soon began to chuckle, a disbelieving smile on her pale lips, until she began to outright laugh. “I knew it!” She raked her nails through her hair, brushing the blue strands back. “To think, the mighty and proud demon Sesshōmaru would have feelings for a mortal priestess! I knew something was odd about his behavior back then. He cares for her, after all! Ha…”
She lowered her hand from her hair to her lips, curling her fingers over her wide grin.
Tōran’s blue eyes flashed mischievously, the winter demoness letting out an amused hum. “It seems I’ll have to pay them a little visit; it isn’t fair if Sesshōmaru keeps her all to himself. What a selfish dog. Doesn’t he know how to share? It isn’t as if Irene belongs to him… hmph.”
Sliding the dead boar off her shoulders, she tossed it at Inuyasha’s feet, who gave it a look and then glared back up at her.
“Take that to the village for me.” Tōran ordered. “I’m going to go find that selfish Sesshōmaru and tell him off.”
“Take it back yourself!” Inuyasha snapped. “I’m not your errand boy!”
Tōran just laughed, waving a hand in the air as she turned on her heel and began to walk off, leaving the way she came. “Thanks again, Inuyasha! The help is greatly appreciated.”
The half-demon growled, but the winter demoness was already gone.
Myoga was quite surprised. “I’m impressed, Lord Inuyasha. The panther demons really have made a home here in this human village, haven’t they?”
“Tch.” Inuyasha clicked his tongue. “Seems like it. Honestly, who does she think she is- ordering me around like that? I ain’t some dog…”
“Dog demon, more like.” Myoga coughed.
Inuyasha whipped his head around with a fierce glare. “Shut it!”
If it wasn’t for Shippō running back up the hill, the sketchbook and box of crayons Kagome gave him in his arms, Myoga might not have been able to make his escape. The flea was quick to hop away, bounding away into the vast forest. “Inuyasha! Inuyasha, I’ve got them! I think I-”
Scrambling to a halt, wheezing a little as he caught his breath, the child paused, staring at the dead animal on the ground.
“What’s with the boar?”
“Tōran.” Inuyasha deadpanned. “What were you saying?”
“Huh? Oh!” Shippō beamed at him. “I think I know what animal to make Irene!”
“Oh, yeah?” Inuyasha raised a brow, curious. “What’s that?”
Shippō flashed him a large grin, holding up a big blue crayon.
…
After classes, Kagome found herself being dragged to Wacdonald’s by her friends.
They were all discussing the tale about the Celestial Maiden and Prince, and the young lord that tried to break them up. Yuka didn’t understand why they were reading fairytales since they were all in junior high, but Eri thought the story was actually rather interesting compared to the usual folktales.
Yuka frowned. “It’s not even a classic, is it?”
“Well, it is certainly a lot different than the usual Celestial Maiden stories.” Ayumi said, grinning as they all took a seat in one of the booths, the girls having already placed their orders. “According to Miss Yamada, once we finish the report on The Young Lord and the Celestial Bride, we’re going to be reading Tale of the Bamboo Cutter. That one’s said to be the forerunner of all novels!”
“Ooooh, so that one’s the classic of all classics?”
“There was a… princess in that one, wasn’t there?” Kagome vaguely remembers that story from when she was little, but it made her child-self sad so she repressed most of her memories of it as she got older. How did it go again? “What was her name?”
Ayumi smiled at Kagome. “Princess Kaguya!”
“Princess Kaguya?” Eri made a face. “Who’s that?”
“I went ahead and did a little research, and she’s a princess from the moon!”
“Oh, so, like the prince that was married to the maiden?”
“Mmhm!” Ayumi leaned back against the booth seat, bringing her hands up to rest against either side of her face, cupping her cheeks. “Oh~ wasn’t that prince so dreamy? He was probably searching all over his wife when she never returned home! And, no matter how many days passed by, the Celestial Maiden waited for him! She believed her husband would come for her! Can you imagine having a love that powerful? I hope I can experience a love that strong someday…”
Yuka scrunched up her nose, unconvinced. “As nice as it would be to have someone as powerful and handsome as a prince for a husband, that’d just mean a whole lot of trouble, too, wouldn’t it? I’m glad the lady got a happy ending and her husband came to rescue her, but… I’d prefer a normal love life, thanks.”
“Speaking of powerful partners that mean trouble…” A frown fell upon Eri’s lips, and she leaned forward, resting her arms on the table as she stared at a startled Kagome with deeply concerned brown eyes. “Any more news about that foreigner friend of yours? Y’know, the one that was totally kidnapped by a mafia boss after he saved her for, like, the hundredth time?”
“Huh?” Kagome blinked, eyes growing wide. “W-Wait, you mean… Irene?”
“Yes! Who else!?”
Ayumi gasped excitedly and sat up, while Yuka snapped to attention, both girls looking at Kagome excitedly, desperate for more details. Ayumi clapped her hands together. “Have you found her!? You said she left with her boyfriend, right?”
“Uh…” Kagome held up a hand, making a face. “Sesshōmaru isn’t her boyfriend. They’re not together.” Although Irene definitely does have feelings for him. “She wasn’t really kidnapped by him either! She was just… badly hurt, and he got there before his younger brother did. But… we did see them recently. She’s made a complete recovery from her illness, too. Her asthma doesn’t seem to be much of an issue anymore.”
“Ohhh, did she get a lung transplant or something?” Eri asked.
“Er… yeah, something like that.” She was just revived from the dead, that’s all.
There’s no way Kagome can tell her friends that.
“That’s wonderful!” Ayumi exclaimed, smiling brightly. “So your boyfriend’s brother did save her!”
“W-Well, I mean…” It wasn’t totally wrong. He used tenseiga to revive Irene. “Sesshōmaru… did save her, yeah. She’s been staying with him all this time, and… apparently he’s even been doting on her? Kind of?” That earned some intrigued looks from her friends. Eri and Yuka were a bit concerned, given how the story went last time, but Ayumi was absolutely delighted by this news. “Sesshōmaru’s younger brother was able to talk to Irene for a bit, and apparently he’s been giving her a lot of… gifts?”
She can’t tell them about the bow and arrows. That would raise so many red flags.
“Like, for instance!” Kagome leaned forward, holding up an index finger. “He’s given her these really rare kimonos! They were so rare, someone stole them from her and blackmailed her with the promise that she’d get them back if she did what she was told and came back alive.”
“Oh my!” Ayumi raised a hand up to her lips, while Yuka and Eri’s eyes went wide. “She was captured by a rival organization!? Forced to do their evil bidding!?”
Yuka gaped. “Seriously!?”
“You gotta be joking!” Eri was in total disbelief.
It was around that time one of the employees brought their trays of food, and Kagome just shook her head as she picked up her soda and sipped from the straw. She decided not to question how they automatically jumped to the wildest scenario possible, the trio totally sold on the mafia angle. “Mm-mm. The worst part is, the mission was to either be married off in that lady’s place or kill the guy so he wasn’t a threat anymore.”
That earned several gasps, and Yuka smacked her hands against the table, the girl letting out a horrified shriek. “They wanted her to kill someone!?”
“Or marry him!” Kagome quickly reminded. “But Irene didn’t do either! Instead, she managed to escape with help from Sesshōmaru. When he took her back to the castle-”
“Castle!?” Eri echoed, eyes so wide they were practically bugging out of her skull.
Kagome winced. “Ah, sorry! Not castle. Haha, did I say castle? I mean mansion! Just a… really big mansion! He took her back to the mansion, but when she got there the lady who blackmailed her was wearing one of her kimonos! I don’t… really know what happened after, but when the younger brother got there, Irene was cutting the lady’s hair off and Sesshōmaru was standing guard. The lady’s fiancé was missing a hand and an eye, and was totally bleeding out on the floor, but their servants managed to keep him alive until the doctors showed up. He apparently tried to force himself on Irene since she looked like his fiancée, and Sesshōmaru got super mad about it.”
The girl’s three friends were just gaping at her, both horrified and stunned by this story, and were struggling to process it. A heavy silence weighed in the air.
Kagome awkwardly sipped from her straw. After setting down her drink, she reached out to open the wrappings on one of her cheeseburgers. “It was… really messy. So… yeah. Once Irene got her kimonos back, she declared she was staying with Sesshōmaru- or, well, that she wanted to stay with him, and… that was that.”
More silence.
“They’re, um… living together now. Kind of.”
Ayumi squealed, flailing her hands. “So they did elope!”
“Nope, no!” Kagome was quick to shoot that down. “Absolutely not! Irene does having feelings for him, a-and definitely did choose to leave with him, and… yeah, Sesshōmaru… does seem to like her, o-or at least care a lot about her, but they’re not in that kind of relationship!”
Eri stood up, smacking her hands on the table in an imitation of Yuka, expression utterly incredulous. “He did all that stuff for her, she confessed to him, and they still aren’t together!?”
“Wait, when did she confess?” Kagome was confused. “I didn’t say that.”
“You said she said that she wanted to stay with him!” Eri exclaimed. “She might as well have professed her undying love to him!”
Oh. “Well, that’s…”
Hmm.
Kagome can see why it might be taken in that way. Especially in the feudal era, where proposals were a lot more subtle than they were nowadays. Kagome said something similar to Inuyasha already, but she… didn’t mean it in that way. Like, okay, yes, she did, but she didn’t? She just wanted to get the point across that she liked him, and that she was making the decision to stay with Inuyasha even though it hurt knowing he still cared so deeply for Kikyō. It wasn’t as if she was proposing to him- they’re only fifteen! But… Irene is a lot older than Kagome, and so is Sesshōmaru.
It… definitely could have been taken as a proposal. In which case, does that mean… Sesshōmaru accepted?
No way.
That’s utterly ridiculous.
He would never.
But he also never said or did anything that would imply it wasn’t a proposal, and- if it was one- he never did or said anything that could count as a refusal of her affections. So, by all means, Irene and Sesshōmaru could… possibly… be engaged?
Oh, good lord, Kagome’s friends’ wild imagination is contagious.
“I… I guess… that could be seen as a confession.” Kagome finally relented, despite how reluctant she was to do so.
Yuka was baffled as she sat back down. “So, let me get this straight; she confessed, they’re living together and have feelings for each other, but they still aren’t even dating yet?”
“I-I said he cares for her, not that he does actually like her! A-And even if he did, Sesshōmaru isn’t exactly a guy known for his emotions!” It’s a miracle he even seems to care about Irene as much as he does. “Besides, even if he… does like her, I can’t see him acting on those feelings.” Kagome took a bite of her cheeseburger, furrowing her brows together as she chewed. Swallowing, she frowned at the food before her. “He’d probably just be in denial the whole time.”
Eri slumped back into her seat. “He saved her from a crazy cult, several muggers, helped her out when she was lost, got her really expensive clothes, and cut off the arm of some pervert that tried to hurt her… and he’s in denial!?”
Kagome just raised her brows, nodding slowly as she took another sip of her soda, realizing how wild it was when said aloud all together like that.
I mean, it’d be hard for him not to be in denial, I think, if he ever did have those kinds of feelings.
Sesshōmaru was such a proud demon, and one who despised humans for so long. He even harbored a great dislike for his younger brother, though whether that was because he felt jilted over their sword inheritance or because of Inuyasha’s half human bloodline, Kagome wasn’t really sure. It was probably both. But there was no way he could fall for a human, and if he did it’s not like he would ever admit it.
It’d be weird if he did acknowledge he liked her.
This was Sesshōmaru, after all.
Of all the people Irene could have fallen for, he really was the worst guy to choose. As happy as Kagome was for her, it really sucked that she chose him. There were so many better options than the one demon that had it out for humanity. There’s… well, not Kōga, because he’s too young, and Sango and Miroku kind of have a thing going on, too, but there were plenty of nice men in Kaede’s village! At least one of them has to have an interest in her. Plus, there’s Tōran! Tōran’s already kissed Irene. It was extremely surprising, but if being with Tōran could make Irene happy than Kagome would encourage it.
Just… let Irene fall for someone that isn’t Sesshōmaru.
I love me a good romance story, but he’d make the worst love interest!
Kagome can’t cheer her on like this.
No matter how much he cares for her… he’ll never accept his own feelings. He’ll never allow himself to be in a relationship with her. Of course, it’s not like Irene should be in a relationship with someone from the feudal era, given she might be leaving once Anastasia is defeated, but… still. She’s just going to get hurt.
Kagome let out a sigh, lowering her drink onto the table again. “Irene has it rough…”
“Awww, you know what I think?” Ayumi said, smiling at her distraught friend. Kagome blinked and lifted her head, and Yuka and Eri turned to stare at the curly-haired girl with intrigued eyes. “I think his feelings are just so strong, he doesn’t know what they are! He must be overwhelmed by all the passion in his heart. All he knows is that he wants to keep her safe and by his side!”
A silence filled the table, all three girls just staring at their highly intelligent yet incredibly airheaded friend.
Ayumi, ever the hopeless romantic, was unbothered, beaming widely at Kagome, Yuka, and Eri. She held a finger up, absolutely convinced of whatever it was she was about to say. “He’s totally smitten! But it’s his first time having these kind of feelings, so he doesn’t recognize them! It’s a case of love blindness! He’s so blinded by his love for her, he can’t see that he is in love, and is acting on his feelings without realizing! Has he ever shown symptoms of jealousy, maybe?”
Kagome blinked. “Jealousy?”
“Mmhm. Like his younger brother! You said he gets jealous over you all the time! So what about the older brother? Does he ever get jealous about Irene?”
“Uh…” Kagome went quiet, thinking about it. “N-Not that I know of? I mean, he did get mad at his brother for not being able to “protect” Irene, but… I… don’t think that’s the same thing? Wait!”
She gasped, suddenly remembering how the older brunette woman was going around hugging everyone, except a certain monk.
“I think… I think he did? Before she left with him, she was saying goodbye to everyone, and this guy, Miroku, was going in for a hug, but Sesshōmaru…”
Irene didn’t see it, but the look Sesshōmaru gave Miroku was one that probably haunted the monk’s nightmares. His demonic aura had spiked so strongly, it was almost on par with Sango’s murderous aura.
“Sesshōmaru… didn’t… let him.” Kagome lowered her head, feeling rather shocked. “There was… also a moment when Irene fainted. Sh-She hit her head real bad, earlier, you know? And… And she was talking, but suddenly… fell. Sesshōmaru caught her.”
He caught her so fast, his claws dug into her.
Kagome hadn’t seen him look so surprised since the day she accidentally pulled tetsusaiga out of its resting place. “But…”
Slowly lifted her gaze, she stared at her friends.
“But even if he’s acting on those feelings now, once he recognizes them… he’ll stop. He won’t act on them anymore.”
“Oh, I dunno about that.” The curly-haired girl giggled. “He’ll start getting frustrated soon enough.”
Frustrated…?
It’s hard to imagine, but if what happened in The Young Lord and the Celestial Bride is anything like what happened in reality, then… maybe it isn’t so impossible. As Yuka, Eri, and Ayumi began to eat, the other two girls asking Ayumi what she meant, Kagome pondered over the tale they read in class, and what happened between the Celestial Maiden and the Celestial Prince. The ending was completely different from how things actually went, but the rest was… kind of similar.
They had the aloofness and threatening presence of Sesshōmaru down pretty well, as well as his unearthly beauty. The author even figured out the kinds of things he would say. Irene’s character as the Celestial Maiden wasn’t very accurate, although the description of her appearance was.
But to be married…
Hmmm.
“Hey.” Kagome spoke after a few minutes, half eaten burger in her hands as her thoughts continued to race. Her friends hummed and turned their heads, showing they were paying attention to her as they continued to eat or drink their sodas. “You guys remember that story we were reading in class? About the Celestial Prince from the moon, and how he searched all over for his wife after she had her robes stolen from her by the young human lord?”
Yuka pulled her straw from her lips, furrowing her brows. “Yeah, what about it?”
“...Irene and Sesshōmaru are a lot like that.”
The three girls stared at Kagome.
Kagome tried to explain, “Like, think about it! Irene had her super expensive kimonos stolen, and was forced to be someone else’s bride, right? But then Sesshōmaru showed up to save her, and she cut off the mean lady’s hair while he cut off the lady’s fiancé’s hand. He even took out one of his eyes! But in the story, the young lord was trying to force the maiden to be his bride, and the maidservant dressed up as the maiden instead. Then the prince showed up. It’s practically the same story! Just… different circumstances.”
Eri hummed at that, bringing a hand up to her chin. “Yeah, that… is kinda weird.”
“The prince wasn’t nearly as psycho, though.” Yuka stated, making a face. “Irene’s not-boyfriend straight up blinded a guy. The young lord in the story just got a warning! All he has to do is not cheat on his new wife and he doesn’t have anything to worry about. Also, he kept his hand.”
Kagome let out an awkward laugh. “Y-Yeah… the prince in the story is a lot nicer, huh?”
“Not nicer, per say,” Yuka said, squinting as she picked up a fry, observing the piece of fried potato, “just… more… likable?”
Oh gosh.
Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh!
Thank goodness this is the modern era.
Clearing her throat, Kagome bit her lip to fight a grin. “Well, I mean, they’re both really protective. And both went searching like crazy to find them.” What’s the best way to describe it? “They’re both… ruthless to others, but kind to their… woman?”
Eugh, that sentence hurt to say.
Kagome can’t imagine Sesshōmaru and Irene actually being together. She tried to envision it- a scene where Sesshōmaru had an arm wrapped around Irene’s shoulder and her head was resting against his chest, the two staring at Inuyasha and Kagome and all of their friends. Irene was smiling, still dressed in that pink-and-blue bridal kimono.
“Guys, guess what!?” The imaginary Irene beamed, hugging Sesshōmaru around the waist, unperturbed by his armor. “We’re engaged! Sesshōmaru and I are going to get married soon!”
The imaginary Sesshōmaru glared at his little brother. “Irene is my woman now. She’s staying with me. Your efforts to bring her back to your travel party are futile.”
Without further adieu, he then scooped the imaginary Irene up with one arm, flying off into the sunset as Irene laughed and waved at everyone. It was an incredibly outlandish scene. Kagome could feel herself losing brain cells just from the idea of it.
Even if what Irene had said could be seen as a proposal, there’s no way Sesshōmaru would have acknowledged it. He didn’t refuse it, or tell Irene she couldn’t stay with him, but that doesn’t mean he accepted her feelings either. Right?
So it’s not happening. They’re not engaged.
Definitely not.
“-gome? Kagome? Hello~?” Ayumi’s voice snapped Kagome out of it, and the black-haired girl startled, sitting up and bringing a hand up to her mouth upon feeling some of her drink drip down her chin. Yuka and Eri looked worried, but Ayumi was simply amused. “I think the term you’re looking for is “devoted”.”
“Devoted…?” Kagome echoed.
“Mmhm!” Ayumi smiled warmly. “He loves her and wants only the best for her. He might seem a little scary to you guys, but I think it’s a sign of great loyalty! So… he’s devoted!”
Was Sesshōmaru devoted to Irene?
Kagome leaned back in her seat to think about it. She honestly didn’t know what to believe anymore. That weird fairy tale they read in class only made her more confused. Who even wrote it? When was it written? There must be older versions of that tale.
Maybe she’ll check out the town library.
If that doesn’t work, I can always ask Gramps…
She’s sure he knows a thing or two about it.
…
Inuyasha felt incredibly awkward as he made his way into the elderly priestess’ hut, Shippō perched on his shoulder and hugging the sketchbook and box of crayons close.
It wasn’t a shock for Inuyasha when he saw how surprised Kaede was to see them, as he could hear as they approached how she had been speaking with Maria about how well Irene seemed to handle living in the village and if she showed any enjoyment in it. To know they were already talking about the timid brunette, and that he was about to have Shippō discreetly ask for the elder’s advice…
Well, it was a little uncomfortable.
He didn’t even know why Maria was bothering to ask Kaede such questions, seeing as neither she nor her sister are supposed to be in this era. They were never meant to be here at all, so why does it matter how much Irene liked living in the village when she won’t ever be doing so again? She’s too busy traveling with Sesshōmaru to come back here, and once Anastasia is defeated that’s it.
She’ll be gone.
Irene and Maria both.
“Grandma Kaede!” Shippō’s voice snapped the half-demon out of his thoughts, and the child leapt off of Inuyasha’s shoulder to bound over to the two women. Both were holding cups of tea in their hands. “I need your advice again!”
“Again?” The priestess asked, blinking her one eye at the boy. Maria looked curious. Glancing to the side, both Maria and Kaede stared at Inuyasha, who tensed up before turning his head away with a click of the tongue. Kaede turned back to Shippō with a curious hum. “Is this… about your “dog friend” again, Shippō?”
The child nodded. “Mmhm! And a bunny!”
Kaede almost laughed at that, but settled for an amused smile instead. “A bunny, you say?”
Inuyasha plopped down in the corner nearby, crossing his legs with his back turned and facing the three of them. Resting an elbow against his knee, he propped his chin up with his palm. Maria raised an eyebrow at him, leaning sideways to try and get a look at his face, but he pointedly ignored her stare. “I’m not the dog!” Inuyasha grouched. “So get that through your thick skull! This is about someone else.”
Maria’s eyebrow raised higher, and she sat back up to look at Kaede and Shippō. The freckled woman pointed at Inuyasha.
Shippō grinned and Kaede nodded.
Maria smirked. “I am… curious about this “bunny”.”
“Okay, so! First things first!” Shippō set his sketchbook down on his lap, pausing just before opening it to the first page. He looked up at the swordswoman and the elderly priestess with serious eyes. “I need to make some things clear. This story is a lot more complicated than last time.”
“Oh?” Kaede was intrigued. “How so?”
“Well… there’s two dogs involved. The bunny could technically be considered a dog, too, but I thought it’d be too confusing, so I made her a bunny to keep things as simple as possible. We don’t want to get too carried away.”
Maria nodded approvingly, leaning forward with her arms in her lap. “Smart choice.”
The fox child beamed at the praise. “Right!? I thought so! Also, my dog friend is actually going to be called a “puppy” in this, since he’s the younger of the two dogs.”
“Puppy!?” Inuyasha whipped his head around, glaring at the boy for that. “Why you-”
“What’s the matter, Inuyasha?” Kaede swiftly interrupted, raising an eyebrow at him. “He wasn’t calling you a puppy. Young Shippō was talking about his dog friend.”
“Ah…” Inuyasha faltered at that, realizing he almost gave everything away, before scowling and turning back around, shoulders tensed as he ducked his head down. “Y-Yeah, whatever.”
All three of them did their best not to laugh at the half-demon teenager.
Maria smiled gently at Shippō. “Go on. What happened?”
Happy at the encouragement, Shippō picked up his sketchbook and flipped to the first page, holding it up so the two women could see the drawing he had done. The puppy was dressed in red, the dog was dressed in purple, and the bunny was dressed entirely in blue. “So, once upon a time, there was a bunny! The bunny is friends with a puppy, but head over heels in love with a dog. Problem is, the puppy and the dog are brothers- and they don’t get along at all! The dog is always bullying the puppy, and the puppy hates the dog because of it.”
“Oh my…” Kaede lifted her cup of tea to her lips and took a sip, admiring the artwork being shone and resisting the urge to raise an eyebrow at the drawing of who was obviously Sesshōmaru.
Even without the added bit about the dogs being brothers, anyone who knew of him would be able to tell this was Inuyasha’s older brother. The elderly priestess may not have ever seen the demon for herself, but she’s heard enough from Myoga and Kagome to recognize him from their descriptions, and, while Irene may not be aware of it, Sango did once find that drawing she did of the demon lord inside a sketchbook she often doodled in. She was quite the artist, and according to Sango the sketch was completely accurate.
Thus, it was easy for Kaede to recognize who this “dog” in purple was supposed to be, though to hear that Irene was in love with the demon was… rather alarming, if not surprising. “Hmm…”
Maria looked impressed by Shippō’s drawing skills, but remained quiet, patiently waiting for him to continue.
Shippō flipped the page, the boy remaining totally serious as he continued the story. “Now, it’s important to understand that the puppy is very protective over the bunny. The bunny’s always had really frail health, so she’s always falling sick, and everyone around her constantly worries about her. But because of their personalities, the puppy and the bunny bump heads a lot. So even though they care about each other… they have trouble getting along.”
“Mmm, I see…” Kaede took a sip of her tea, nodding along.
“This is where the trouble starts.” Shippō told them, and Maria’s hazel green eyes twinkled when he flipped to the next page. “One time the bunny got separated from the puppy, but even though the puppy looked all over for her, the bunny ended up being saved by the dog! And, while the puppy doesn’t trust the dog, the dog has continued to save the bunny time and time again afterwards, leaving the puppy really confused! The dog hates bunnies, you see, so the puppy doesn’t understand why he keeps helping the bunny. Then, one day…”
The next page.
“It was revealed the bunny died.”
At that, Kaede’s one eye widened and Maria’s expression went grim. Inuyasha’s ears drew back to rest against his head.
Shippō was undeterred, and the child continued to tell his story. “But the dog used his super powerful sword to bring her back to life! She’s been traveling with him ever since, but for the longest time the puppy had no idea what happened to the bunny. And, unlike the bunny, who was always being saved by the dog, the puppy was always being hurt by him. So he didn’t trust him, and worried that the dog would hurt the bunny… or even kill her! See, the puppy knew about the dog’s super powerful sword, but only a dog with a compassionate heart could wield it! So there was no way the dog could’ve used it to save her! But then… the puppy suddenly ran into the bunny again!”
He flipped to the next page.
“The bunny told them about what the dog did, and the puppy was shocked! He couldn’t believe it. When he tried to express his worry for her, the bunny misunderstood and ran away.”
Inuyasha remained silent.
That wasn’t… what happened.
Irene ran away because she thought they wouldn’t care if she vanished. She was upset because it took them a while to realize Anastasia had taken her place. That’s why she ran away. It was a misunderstanding, but not in the way Shippō was making Kaede believe.
“When the puppy caught up to her,” Shippō continued, “she was with the dog again, and, even though they cleared up the misunderstanding, the puppy got really mad when the bunny said she wanted to stay with the dog. He had been really scared for her, and hearing she wanted to stay with his brother, the dog, instead of him, who was her friend, really hurt, and he ended up saying some very mean things, which made the bunny cry…”
Kaede glanced at Inuyasha, a frown tugging at her lips, her heart aching a little as she pondered what on earth he could have said that was so harsh that it could have made the sweet brunette cry.
“Upset with her and himself, thinking she chose the dog because the dog was able to protect her better, the puppy ran away… and the bunny left with the dog!”
Shippō flipped the page again, a sadness resting heavily on his features. His entire demeanor shifted, his slumped shoulders and tiny body weighed down by sorrow. His sketchbook fell to rest flat on his lap, his little hand resting over the colored drawing of the bunny character. “Both were hurt by their fight, and knowing the bunny she probably thinks the puppy hates her… but the puppy doesn’t know how to talk to her and fix the misunderstanding without scaring her more.”
Blinking away a few tears, the fox child looked up at Kaede with hopeful eyes.
“So… wh-what do you think the puppy should do?”
“Hmmm.” Kaede thought for a moment, glancing at Inuyasha and then back down at Shippō. “Well, firstly, the puppy needs to realize that everything and everyone changes with age. The puppy need not get along with the dog if he does not wish to, but he needs to recognize that perhaps the dog has changed, even if, in his eyes, that change is not quite visible.” It didn’t miss her gaze how the half-demon sitting several feet away from them tensed, his entire body going stiff at the prospect of accepting his older brother might have softened somehow. “Secondly, bunnies are sensitive creatures. Getting upset and speaking loudly can make them fearful, and in that fear they will be unable to hear what it is the puppy is trying to say.”
Lifting the cup to her lips, the elderly priestess took another sip, then let out a low hum.
“If the puppy wants to apologize and correct the misunderstanding, he must learn to do so without raising his voice.”
Inuyasha immediately jumped up then, whirling around and glaring at the woman with fierce eyes. “But what if the bunny ends up trying to defend Sessh- I mean, the dog again!? It’s not like it’s easy tryin’ not to yell whenever that bastard’s involved!”
“We can tell.” Maria deadpanned.
Inuyasha faltered at that, stunned by her blunt retort, and he faltered, gritting his teeth and frowning deeply as he glared to the side, lowering both his arms as he stood normally.
Kaede was unbothered, simply staring up at him with a knowing spark in her lone eye. “I never said it would be easy, but learning to set aside one’s own hurts to communicate is both prudent and necessary to fix this issue. If the puppy is unable to do so, then…”
Inuyasha blinked, watching with mild alarm as she lifted the cup to her lips again.
“I suppose he will just have to accept that, rather than changing and reconciling with her, things will instead stay how they are now with the bunny afraid of him… forever.”
…
After finishing their meals at the fast food restaurant, Kagome bid her friends farewell.
It was starting to get late, so she headed home first. She greeted everyone as she entered the house, then made her way upstairs to take a bath and change into pajamas. With that done, she ate the dinner her mother had set out for her and went to bed.
The next morning, she was on a mission.
Dressed in a cute navy blue button-up dress and beige sweater, Kagome made her way downstairs, carrying a pink flower-printed bag with her just in case she decided to rent and take home any of the books she finds. She was nothing if not determined, and she had no idea what all she might find. History was changing, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it. Also, she really just wanted to find more information about that folktale they were reading in class.
“Mom, I’m heading out!”
“Oh, what’s that?” Her mother looked surprised to see her already dressed for the day, the woman dressed in a simple striped-blue turtleneck and brown pencil skirt, a white apron tied around her waist. She held a pair of chopsticks in her hands. “Where are you going? Out with friends?”
Kagome shook her head. “No, I’m gonna head to the town library to look up some stuff. There’s a book we’re reading and I wanna get some more info on it.”
Mrs. Higurashi hummed at that, smiling warmly. “Make sure to wear a scarf, then. It’s been getting rather chilly these days. Want me to bring one down for you?”
“Sure!”
“What about breakfast? Would you prefer to eat at the table or would you like me to pack your breakfast up for you to eat later?”
Kagome paused at that, turning to look at her mother with a big smile. She set her bag down on the floor near the shoes. She would never pass up a chance to eat her mother’s cooking. “I can eat here! Thanks, Mom.”
“Of course, sweetheart.” Mrs. Higurashi was quick to prepare everything for her daughter, and Kagome took a seat at the table. It wasn’t long before Sōta came rushing in, their grandfather right behind him. In a matter of minutes the table was full of rice and fish and rolled omelettes, and Kagome was stuffing her face as quickly as she could. Mrs. Higurashi gasped. “My, slow down! You’ll choke.”
“Sorry.” She apologized, but she was already taking another bite of egg. “I’ve got a lot of research to do, and I don’t know how long I’ll be! There’s somethin’ real weird going on with history, and I plan to get to the bottom of it!”
Grandpa stopped reading his newspaper to look at her, curiosity written all over his face. “Something’s going on with history? Like what?”
Kagome picked up her glass of juice and downed it with a gasp, before setting it down and grabbing her chopsticks again. “Long story short, you remember Irene and Inuyasha, right? Well, Inuyasha has an evil older brother named Sesshōmaru. Irene’s in love with him, and Sesshōmaru brought her back to life after she died.” The middle schooler shoved some bites of rice in her mouth, ignoring the shocked faces of her family, before swallowing and picking up another bite of egg. “She’s been traveling with him ever since, and helping him look after this little girl. Anyways, some stuff went down at this human castle where Irene was abducted and blackmailed and nearly married off to a demon and then nearly forced to marry the castle lord, and the lord’s fiancée stole and wore her kimono, and- actually…”
She looked up at the three of them with sincere eyes.
“Have any of you heard the story about The Young Lord and the Celestial Bride?”
“Have I- of course I have!” Her grandfather looked almost offended by her question. “Who do you think I am!? Why, it’s a story passed down by our neighboring shrine! I grew up hearing the story when my father used to take me to pay our respects. They perform a Kagura dance every October… oh. That’s this month, isn’t it?”
He rolled up the newspaper he was reading and tapped it against his chin thoughtfully.
“We should go pay a visit to the festival once it starts. We have about two weeks. Today is the third, isn’t it?”
“Yup.” Mrs. Higurashi confirmed, smiling at him. “Today’s the third, and the festival is on the seventeenth.”
“Oh, that’s exactly two weeks then!”
“Mmhm.”
“Okay…” Kagome stared blankly at her grandfather. “But what about the story? Do you remember what it’s about? How it went?”
“Hm? Of course I do!” He gave his granddaughter a look. “It was… uh…” The elder trailed off, thinking about it, and furrowed his brows. Sōta gave him an exasperated look. Their grandfather set his newspaper down off to the side and scratched his goatee. “How did it go again…?”
The sheer disappointment Kagome felt was so strong she almost banged her head against the table with how hard she slumped over. “Why did I let myself hope?”
“You should’ve known better than to trust Gramps to remember another shrine’s history.” Sōta scolded lightly, shaking his head at her as he picked up a bite of rice.
“I know…” She lamented. “Still, I thought there was a chance. I didn’t realize the story originated from a neighboring shrine.”
Not to mention it was the Kururugi Shrine of all places. Why did everything keep going back to that? Hinami and Ren were both from that shrine, and Kagome remembers her friends telling her about Hinami’s yearly dance. Should Kagome actually go there and check things out?
At the thought, that irritating song Hinami sang came back to mind and Kagome shook her head, a frown forming upon her lips as she sat back up.
Absolutely not.
She can check out the town library and get her information there.
“What does the story have to do with Inuyasha’s brother, though?” Sōta asked, getting everyone back on track as to why they were having this conversation in the first place.
Sitting up, Kagome hung her head with a sigh, lifting another bite of omelet to her lips. “Because. The story is based off of Irene and Sesshōmaru. Irene’s the Celestial Maiden and Sesshōmaru is the Celestial Prince.”
The table went silent as Kagome finished her breakfast, all three of her relatives just gaping at her, and then both Sōta and their grandfather shot up onto their feet, smacking their hands against the table. “Whaaaaat!?”
“Th-They’re-They’re living history!?”
“Mmhm.” Kagome closed her eyes and nodded, picking up her rice bowl and finishing it off. “The maidservant is based off of one of Irene’s ancestors, Diana, which is why they look alike, and the young lord… well, he’s the lord that tried to force himself on Irene. Diana forced Irene to take her place in marrying a dragon demon, but Sesshōmaru showed up and saved her. She was dressed in a really fancy bridal kimono, too- the “dragon-gifted silk” as the story calls it. Sesshōmaru blinded the lord and cut off of one of his hands after learning that he tried to force himself on her, and Irene… well… she cut off all of Diana’s hair? So they looked even more alike. It was a mess.”
Kagome didn’t give them time to process that information before she was already stacking up her dirty dishes and carrying them over to the sink.
“Thanks for breakfast, Mom! It was delicious.”
Mrs. Higurashi blinked, then let out a small laugh as she smiled at her daughter. “Of course. I’m glad you enjoyed it! Have fun at the library, dear. Oh, I’ll go fetch your scarf!”
As Kagome left the room to tie on her sneakers, her mother slipped upstairs to fetch a scarf before coming back down, and Kagome accepted the article of clothing gratefully. She wrapped the red fabric around her shoulders and bid adieu, then carefully picked up her bag and made her way into town.
It took about an hour to get to the library, and she bumped into Eri along the way- who had been on her way to the grocery store to pick up some eggs and fish for her mother- and they walked and chatted for a bit before splitting up again, going their separate ways.
When Kagome finally made it to the town library, she marched her way over to the front desk, slammed her hands down, and looked around for the librarian. She was surprised to see a familiar face chatting with who looked to be the person she was searching for judging by the nametag, and they only stopped talking once they noticed her standing there. Hojo’s face lit up almost immediately, and the girl tensed when he began to walk over to her, his attention on her now- much like a puppy when he sees his favorite person.
“Kagome!” The boy greeted, eyes bright, his smile as warm as ever. “What a pleasant surprise! I never imagined I’d see you here! Are you here to study?”
“O-Oh, uh, Hojo! Hi!” This was unexpected. “Y-Yeah, something like that, I guess. I-I’m actually looking for more information on the fairy tale we read in class yesterday…”
“You too?” Hojo laughed. “I was just asking the librarian here for help.”
“Wait, really?” Kagome didn’t expect that.
The boy’s gaze softened as he continued to smile down at her, and after a few seconds of awkward silence slipped his hands inside his pants pockets, evidently trying to hide any nervous fidgeting, but Kagome remained oblivious and just stood awkwardly as she tried to figure out how to get out of this situation and start pouring over books. “W-Well, since we’re both here… and wanting to research the same thing…” Hojo cleared his throat, cheeks a bit pink as he smiled at her hopefully. “Why don’t we study… together?”
Kagome blinked. “Together…?”
“Y-Yeah!”
She thought about it, bringing a hand to her chin. “I mean… finding the right books will definitely be faster if we work together…”
Hojo almost jumped in his excitement, but held himself back, simply gripping his jeans instead and leaning forward on his toes, beaming. “Really? I-I mean, wonderful! Then, uh… well, the librarian said the books about folktales are this way, so…”
The two made their way to the aisle, spending several minutes perusing the shelves.
Kagome could hardly find anything except a children’s book based on the story, or the copy that their school was using. She was quickly growing frustrated, scanning and re-scanning the shelves, making her way over to the librarian to ask if they had anything older related to the tale, but there was next to nothing. Even Hojo was getting upset, but he was handling it a lot better than she was seeing as it was just a school report to him and not something personal.
This was about Kagome’s friend!
Her friend and… the cold-hearted demon her friend is in love with.
But why can’t she find anything?
“Who’d have thought it would be impossible to find any other materials?” Hojo sighed, setting the children’s book down on an empty table. “Maybe it’s because it isn’t a well-known story…”
“They made a kid’s book out of it and are teaching it in our school.” Kagome argued, arms folded across her chest with a frustrated pout. “It’s gotta be somewhat well-known.”
He stared at her for a moment, then chuckled sheepishly, ruffling his light brown hair. “I guess you’re right! Haha…”
Kagome sighed, her shoulders slumping as she leaned her head to the side to stare at the children’s book laying on the table. The picture decorating the front was very obviously supposed to be of Irene, based on the brown hair and the blue robes she was wearing. It was an image of the Celestial Maiden sitting beside a river, gazing longingly up at the waning crescent moon.
She’s still not entirely sold on Sesshōmaru having feelings for Irene, but…
Irene must’ve been so scared. So much so it was carried through history, in the form of the Celestial Maiden longing for her husband to come rescue her. I’m grateful she was saved, but… I can’t help but wonder why Sesshōmaru went after her.
Is what the prince told the lord anyway similar to what Sesshōmaru might have said before Kagome and the others showed up?
Does Sesshōmaru… want her safe that badly?
Kagome ran her fingers over the cover art, worrying her bottom lip, and was just about to open it and start reading when a presence suddenly loomed over her shoulder. A weight pressed against her left arm, and a hauntingly familiar voice murmured softly in her ear, “If you wanted to know the true story, all you had to do was ask me.”
The middle-schooler yelped.
In her fright, she ended up jumping sideways and spinning on her heel, stumbling, staring with wide eyes at Hinami who was just standing there, hands in the pockets of her hight-waisted bell-bottom jeans. A black turtleneck clung to her form, while a large purple flannel button-up hung from her arms. Black boots stuck out from beneath her pants legs and her hair… well, they remained in their usual pigtails, though her hair-ties weren’t red for once, instead a dark purple to match the flannel she was wearing.
The high-waisted jeans and turtleneck reminded Kagome a little of the clothes she had once lent to Irene…
Wait.
Kagome paused then, actually looking at Hinami then. Something almost clicked at that moment, yet the puzzle she was trying to solve was still missing so many pieces.
The way she dressed… and her brown eyes and dark hair… were all very reminiscent of Kagome’s older American friend, but it wasn’t as if Hinami actually looked like Irene. Hinami’s features were much sharper and more delicate, the strange girl resembling a porcelain doll. Beautiful and elegant, her every movement one of grace… even if the way her button-up hung off her arms was quite sloppy. Irene was far more androgynous, with big round eyes and a round face and thick eyebrows, who, while cute and had doll-like lashes, was more… like a rabbit- or even a puppy.
She’s not quite like a golden retriever, that’s a title solely reserved for Hojo, but…
Maybe a chocolate lab? Hmmm.
Wait, why is she thinking about this? Hinami is here! She might start singing that wretched song again.
Collecting her composure, ignoring Hojo’s wide-eyed stare as he saw their unnervingly quiet classmate standing there and simply staring at Kagome, waiting for her to speak, Kagome took a deep breath and stood up straight, rooting her feet against the ground and giving the brunette a look. “What do you want?”
“You were looking for information on the Prince of the Waning Crescent… and his Celestial wife, weren’t you?” Hinami tilted her head with slightly narrowed eyes. It was obvious that she wasn’t going to apologize for scaring the crap out of Kagome. “The story the school tells focuses more on the young lord and his obsession with the Celestial Maiden, but… that version is incorrect.”
“What?”
Hojo perked up at Hinami’s statement. “Wait, really? Then… why are they teaching it? What’s the correct version?”
“The version the school tells is based on the play people watch at the Kururugi Festival.” Hinami calmly informed, voice never raising any higher yet never falling into a whisper. Her volume was perfect for a library, yet it infuriated Kagome all the same. The brunette just continued to give her all the bad vibes. “And the children’s book is twisted from that version. But the true story is told at the Kururugi Shrine itself, to those curious enough to seek it. Although most believe it to be make-believe… just as they believe demons never existed.”
Kagome inhaled sharply at that, and she reached out to the side to grab onto the back of a chair. The jewel shards in her pocket suddenly felt ten times heavier. “What… do you mean?”
“I believe I mentioned it before.” Hinami turned her head to narrow her eyes at Kagome. “People believe demons are no more than a fairytale. Myths made up to scare children into behaving. But they did exist once… alongside dragons and other such gods. In fact, even Celestial beings existed- but the Celestial Maiden in the story…”
A chill went down Kagome’s spine then, watching as Hinami closed her eyes with a subtle smile, the girl lowering her head just slightly as she chuckled.
“She was never actually a Celestial Maiden. Just an educated mortal who had married above and beyond her station. She could read and she could write. She could speak a language no one at the time ever heard of. She was an ink painter who made a living selling her art, and she knew how to play the flute. Her husband dressed her in robes of the finest silk and the rarest materials. She was dressed so magnificently and was so beloved by her beautiful husband that people mistook her for someone otherworldly… like a princess of the heavens. It didn’t take long for the tale to become twisted. Of course, five hundred years is a long time. What was already twisted only became more so as the years went by.”
When Hinami opened her eyes and lifted her head again, her gaze piercing straight through Kagome… Kagome realized it wasn’t actually Irene who she saw in this odd girl.
It was Sesshōmaru.
“But that’s another matter entirely.” Hinami mused, lifting a hand and running her fingers through her loose strands of hair, before brushing it to the side and letting it flutter back against her shoulders. “The true story won’t help with writing the report, either, so I won’t tell you it right now. It would only confuse you. I don’t want to be blamed because your grades went down. My mother would throw a fit and that… would be troublesome.”
“Aw…” Hojo let out a small laugh. “But now I’m curious!”
Kagome’s fingers twitched, slowly curling into fists, before tugging and grabbing at the hem of her oversized sweater sleeves. Every movement, every syllable, every flutter of her eyelashes; it was impossible to not see it now. Even the way Hinami chuckled and tossed her hair had been so similar to him. But why was… something she didn’t know.
Or, rather, something she couldn’t bring herself to believe, because it was such an insane and wild theory that, while it would make sense, it also wouldn’t make an ounce of sense. Like puzzles pieces that fit, but created the oddest picture. No matter how many times Kagome rearranges them, she can’t change or fix it. The pieces just fit so perfectly together in that one specific way, but it looks so wrong.
Maybe it’s just a coincidence.
A really… creepy… coincidence.
Kagome’s breathing was a little shaky now, but she plastered on a smile. Today seemed to be full of coincidences. “Then when will you tell it to us?”
Hinami regarded her curiously, a twinkle shining in those familiar brown eyes of hers despite the reticent look on her face. She removed her hands from her pockets, resting one on her waist instead while the other lifted to cup her chin.
That pose…
Even the way she looked doing it was undeniably Irene, despite her face being undoubtedly Sesshōmaru.
“The festival will be beginning on the seventeenth of this month.” Hinami began, furrowing her brows. “It lasts for the entire week, until the twenty-fourth. Come pay a visit to the shrine. It does not matter if you arrive early or you arrive later in the day. I dance at night, every night of the festival, when darkness has fallen upon the land and the beauty of the spirits are most visible.” She lifted her gaze, dark lashes fluttering as she did so. “Wait for me after my Kagura dance, Kagome. I shall tell you the true story… and return to you the piece of the shattered bird that both longs for and detests you.”
Oh, crap, she screwed up. Kagome walked right into her trap. “S-Sure thing!”
Well, if it’s during a week-long festival… maybe Kagome can bring Inuyasha with her just to keep a look out. He’ll be fine as long as he wears the hat and behaves. Yeah. Though she couldn’t help but wonder what Hinami meant by “spirits”. Given the outfit she was wearing before, could it be… Shikigami?
Gods, Kagome’s head is spinning.
…
Inuyasha had gone quiet after everything Kaede said.
The boy was standing completely still, not moving for a long time. When he finally did, it was to slide his hands into his sleeves, Inuyasha lowering his head and drawing his ears back as his shoulders slumped from the weight of guilt and uncertainty. Kaede had made everything sound so easy, like putting aside everything Sesshōmaru’s done to hurt him wouldn’t be that hard, even though she actively acknowledged that it would actually be quite difficult. It was… confusing. Inuyasha doesn’t know how to follow that advice. How can he even begin to try putting all of that aside?
That bastard Sesshōmaru has tormented him ever since he was young...
He still remembers it vividly, the first time he saw him. Sesshōmaru didn’t do anything back then, probably because it would be dishonorable to attack a defenseless child, but Inuyasha had been small. About five years old, tops. He was playing with a kemari ball when he dropped it and it rolled down a bridge and into some bushes by the garden pond. He had made to grab it, and as he stood up he suddenly found himself face-to-face with the man that was supposed to be his older brother.
Cold eyes, a heavy frown, and a face so beautiful it rivaled his mother’s.
Sesshōmaru had looked at Inuyasha the same way all the other nobles did, before he turned around and walked off, vanishing into the night, his fur boa and long silver hair trailing behind him. It had been a strange moment, but Inuyasha learned later that the man he had seen that day had been his older half-brother.
The second time Inuyasha met Sesshōmaru was after Izayoi died. Inuyasha tried to ask for help. He knew he had an older brother from the stories his mother told him, and a vague memory of their first meeting. After Izayoi collapsed and never woke up again, Inuyasha went searching for him, as he was the only family he had left that might possibly accept him.
But when he found him…
Sesshōmaru left him for dead. He told him that if he couldn’t find a way to keep himself alive by using the powers given to him by their father’s demon blood, then he probably didn’t deserve to be alive to begin with. Inuyasha had been twelve. For a child who had valued family and loved his mother so much, and who had pinned all his hopes on the older brother he’s only met once, those words cut deep.
Sure, he may not have hit or attacked Inuyasha before the half-demon was capable of defending himself, but that didn’t change the fact that his words hurt and that he’s been trying to kill him for nearly half a year now- and over a sword of all things. That doesn’t change the fact that he used the image of his dead mother against him to try and locate where the black pearl was so he could find tetsusaiga’s resting place. That doesn’t change the fact that he stabbed his fingers into Inuyasha’s right eye to rip the black pearl out of his pupil.
If Inuyasha wasn’t such a strong half-demon… he would have either died from the blood loss or ended up totally blind in that eye, wearing an eyepatch for the rest of his life just like Kaede. If Inuyasha could go back to that day, to the very moment when he sliced off Sesshomarus’ left arm…
He’d do it all over again, and it would still be as satisfying as the first time.
Inuyasha… can’t bring himself to kill Sesshōmaru. This was made clear when he didn’t have it in him to hit Sesshōmaru head-on with the Wind Scar when he was still learning how to use the technique. Inuyasha had been blinded from his older brother’s poison spray, but he still held back so he didn’t kill him. Despite everything, Sesshōmaru was still his older brother.
And Inuyasha… wasn’t heartless.
But that doesn’t mean he forgave him for everything. Inuyasha won’t be forgiving him, not in a million years, even if he’s constantly going out of his way to save Irene. Sesshōmaru betrayed Inuyasha a long time ago, and has only continued to hurt him since, without even a hint of remorse. There wasn’t any hesitation this time either when Sesshōmaru attacked him. Inuyasha may be too soft to kill Sesshōmaru, but Sesshōmaru wouldn’t hesitate in killing him- regardless of their relation. Therefore, Inuyasha would cut his arm off again and again if given the chance… but he’d leave the bastard alive.
So how can Inuyasha possibly bring himself to just… put aside the hurt? Not being able to kill him is one thing, but wanting revenge is another. He can’t forgive Sesshōmaru, so how can he just… ignore the pain?
I don’t want Irene to hate me, and… I don’t want Irene to think I hate her…
But he doesn’t know if he can actually do what Kaede is telling him to.
“Shippō,” The elderly priestess began, noticing the half-demon’s hesitation, “will ye tell me what was said when the puppy and the bunny fought?”
Inuyasha blinked, lifting his head and turning to stare at the elderly woman.
Kaede was unperturbed, simply keeping her gaze focused on Shippō while Maria took a sip of her tea. The woman was observing the many drawings Shippō had done with great intrigue. “I would like to understand why the bunny was so scared.”
“Oh…” Shippō’s expression darkened, and Maria’s gaze sharpened into a glare as she snapped her head up and turned to look at Inuyasha. The half-demon tensed, amber eyes growing wide, and he quickly turned away, sweat tickling his cheek. Maria had lashed out at him hard after their conversation in the castle courtyard. She went from a proud and doting older sister to a scary one within a matter of minutes upon returning to their group, as Shippō reminded everyone what Inuyasha had said to Irene. It isn’t often that Irene gets angry, but when she does it’s obvious who her sister was, because she definitely had Maria’s glare. “Um…”
Shippō shifted in his spot, turning his sketchbook around in his lap and staring down at the last drawing he was holding. It was of the dog flying away with the bunny held to his chest.
“The… puppy said the bunny was an idiot.” The fox child murmured, his green eyes growing a bit misty as he recalled the argument. “That she was stupid for… having a crush on the dog, and… th-that he was stupid for worrying about her.”
With each word Shippō spoke, Inuyasha’s head ducked down even lower, the boy practically shrinking into himself as his shoulders scrunched up- as if that would somehow hide his shame.
“H-He said that he didn’t care if she went with the dog o-or… or if she died again… because… because he wasn’t going to cry over her… if she did die. That she… wouldn’t see him “crying over” her “corpse”.”
As Kaede processed what she just heard, a heavy silence filling the room, she turned to look at Inuyasha with a disbelieving look on her face. Of all the things she’s heard Inuyasha say when hurt… that was undoubtedly the worst yet.
At least he had the decency to look guilty, the boy now sitting hunched over with his ears pinned back as he tried to make himself as small as possible.
It was no wonder why Shippō deemed this situation a complicated one.
Taking a deep breath to compose herself, Kaede began, “It is… very likely that the bunny thinks the puppy is angry at her rather than at the dog. Not only must he acknowledge that he made a grave mistake by lashing out in anger… he must amend the situation by telling her the truth of his worry… and reassure the bunny that what he said before when they fought is not how he actually feels. The bunny is a gentle creature, and given her empathetic nature… she will likely forgive the puppy once the air is cleared.”
“Even…” Everyone, Kaede, Maria, and Shippō, all turned to look at Inuyasha when he spoke, the boy’s voice uncharacteristically quiet, a vulnerability making itself known in his tone. “Even though he said all that? You don’t… think she hates him? He’s always being harsh on her and… saying stuff he doesn’t mean.”
Kaede studied the boy for a moment, then closed her eye. “The bunny is a more understanding creature than you may believe, Inuyasha.”
“...Maria?”
The freckled woman looked surprised that the half-demon called out to her, but was even more surprised by the fact that he was actually looking at her, his head turned just enough that he could see her from over his shoulder. There was a misery buried in those amber eyes, an unspoken fear, and for a moment she saw her younger self… and then her little sister, who feared being hated and abandoned just as much as Inuyasha obviously did.
Taking one last good sip of her tea, Maria closed her eyes and lowered her cup to her lap.
When Maria looked back up at him, she offered him a sad but understanding smile. “The bunny is… aware… that the puppy was hurting by her choices. So she does not hate him- and will never hate the puppy. The bunny… is just scared. Scared the puppy is the one hating her. Bunny is likely attached to the dog more than ever now, afraid he will be hating her one day, too, and is probably clinging on with all that she has to not be losing him like the puppy.”
Inuyasha made a bit of a face at the last bit, but turned away, earnestly contemplating her words. “So… the bunny doesn’t hate… the puppy?”
“No. The bunny cares greatly for the puppy.” The woman reassured. “That is why she cried. The bunny knows she hurt the puppy, and that the puppy lashed out because of that hurt. So the bunny does not hate him. She… hates herself, more likely.”
They all saw the way Inuyasha’s fingers dug into his hakama, tugging at the fabric as his hands balled into fists. His jaw clenched tight at her words. “But… she loves the dog. Even… Even though she knows he hurt the puppy.”
“...Yes.” Maria answered softly. “The dog is… good to her.”
Inuyasha inhaled sharply through his nose, leaning his head back with closed eyes, before exhaling through his lips. “...Okay.”
His shoulders slumped once more, though rather than from guilt it was more like all the fight and pent-up stress had finally left his body. Without any further comments or questions, the boy stood up, startlingly calm, before making his way out of the hut. Kaede, Maria, and Shippō all looked at each other, concern on their faces, but Inuyasha ignored them, instead walking through the village and gazing up at the cloudy sky as he made his way towards the old well. He slipped his hands into his sleeves once more, his amber eyes conflicted as he fell deep into thought.
Irene… I can’t forgive Sesshōmaru, or forget everything’s he done.
But he can acknowledge that his older brother does seem to care for her. That maybe she didn’t abandon them, or that she chose Sesshōmaru over them because of something Inuyasha did. That she only wanted to go with him because she likes him. It was disturbing, and very confusing, but that seems to be the case and… well, as much as Inuyasha doesn’t like it, he can’t really deny it anymore either.
So don’t die on me, not before I can apologize.
Inuyasha won’t be able to live with himself if what he said before ended up being the last thing he ever got the chance to say to her. Sesshōmaru has only ever done one good thing in this life, and that was making sure Irene didn’t get hurt. If Irene is still alive and well by the next time they meet, Inuyasha will do his best to put aside his anger and hurt so he can apologize to her.
Sesshōmaru, that bastard…
“He better keep Irene alive.” Inuyasha growled under his breath, crouching down by the well and learning forward, resting his arms around the wooden ledges. “Or I’ll slice off his right arm, too!”
His hands curled into fists again.
Then… he leaned forward and slumped, the wooden rim of the well digging into his chest as he gazed into the dark abyss. He really wished Kagome would hurry back soon. He misses her voice… and her scent… and her bright smile. Her very presence was a comfort to him, but she’s back home instead of here in the feudal era.
Inuyasha hated how lonely it was without her here.
Notes:
I'm only slightly evil, I promise! Hehe...
A huge shout out to @Winterspellsfrozenkit for coming up with the "fairy tale/folktale" Miss Yamada was reading to the class! It's absolutely delightful and I love it so much. 💕💕💕
SHIPPOOOO~!!!!! His little drawings after the Koga introduction episode are absolutely delightful, I couldn't help but add them in. Sesshomaru wears purple in the manga (and occasionally magenta, and even more rarely purple with a magenta sash) so I made him a purple doggo, hehe.
Hinami is just living to scare Kagome at this point, me thinks.
Also, for those who follow me on tumblr... did- did you catch the hint hint wink wink there? When Hinami was talking? "Of the Heavens"??? Eh??? Eh????? I'm so proud of that bit. XD "Certain Death" is also another way you can read "Sesshomaru". So HUZZAH! PUNS! Also, if Irene had a theme with Sesshomaru like how InuKag has "Affections Touching Across Time" as their song, it would probably be called "Devotion's True Form" or something similar.
As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! Pretty please let me know what you think in the comments. 💕💕💕 Your comments give me life. :3
Chapter 51: A Moment of Doubt
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Fear.
Irene had always been an anxious and uncertain creature, but never had she been afraid of Sesshōmaru until that day. Never had she been so upset with him and his words- or his actions, either. She never before challenged him with such frustration in her face.
But the moment he began to question his little brother’s behavior… Irene lashed out, taking the slight against Inuyasha as a slight against her. She’s always been a rather sensitive human, but normally she understood.
Normally… Sesshōmaru wasn’t so irritable.
Why? How is it that his bad mood still had yet to subside?
That wretched dragon was nowhere to be seen. Sesshōmaru dealt with the mortal vermin who insulted him, who insulted Irene, and he even taught Inuyasha a lesson. Furthermore, Irene and Inuyasha’s friendship had ended, so there was no further need to concern himself with his little brother trying to force Irene into traveling with his group again. He won’t have to listen to any more ridiculous accusations about how he, Sesshōmaru, was “using” her.
And yet… still, he remained irritable.
Still, Irene continued to defend that fool.
She was defending his little brother and taking Sesshōmaru’s words as an attack on her. To add further insult to injury, she dared to mention his late father, and when Sesshōmaru glared upon hearing her speak of him, the scent of her anxiety shifted, twisting and becoming the undeniably pungent scent of fear… and anger.
“B-But even though I knew… that you hurt him… I still wanted to travel with you! I wanted to be with you!” That fear was even written across her face, the woman’s cheeks streaked with tears as she choked out one retort after another, her fury giving her the courage to keep speaking. “And… you’re saying he’s not allowed to be hurt by that? That… I’m not allowed to be hurt by him hating me?”
It was entirely on Inuyasha for not being able to accept Irene’s decision; the fact that he is incapable of recognizing that Irene had chosen Sesshōmaru’s protection over his own should have no bearing on her. It should not burden her.
Yet her soft heart continues to bleed out for those around her, regardless of whether they are fools or not.
Had it not been for his interference, she would not have been able to speak her mind in the presence of her so-called friends… who had been so determined to order her around without asking her opinion and confirming whether or not leaving with them was what she wanted. Yet Irene still cares for them- and cares about Inuyasha’s feelings, despite how easily he cut ties with her.
She shouldn’t pay his half-brother any mind.
It was Sesshōmaru whom Irene wished to stay with, after all, and whom she, against her better judgment, obviously held feelings for.
“I-I want… to keep traveling with Sesshōmaru!”
It was a bold declaration of her affections, but one that didn’t surprise him.
So why bother with Inuyasha? Why be so upset he hates her? She said it herself; they struggled to get along with each other, always clashing and getting into arguments. Irene should be relieved that she wouldn’t have to put up with such an irritating existence anymore.
But, instead, it was the complete opposite.
“You don’t… know what it feels like to be alone.” The mortal brunette had bit out, the words strangled as she choked on the sob building up in her throat. “To… To be abandoned. To be hated.”
Sesshōmaru’s expression hardened at those words, his features shifting into a careful mask. He narrowed his eyes upon noticing Irene’s entire body brace itself, her shoulders tensing and facial muscles growing stiff, as if…
As if she were expecting him to hit her.
Tears dripping down her cheeks, he observed the way her frail form was trembling. In her fear, Irene firmly believed Sesshōmaru would resort to violence in response to her speaking up against him. That was perhaps the most infuriating part of all of this. Not only did she have the gall to bring up his father and the pitiful inheritance that had been left to him, but she believed that he, Sesshōmaru, would hit her, despite him having constantly gone out of his way to protect her.
“You don’t… know how scary it is, o-or… how cold and… empty it feels. S-So…” Irene inhaled shakily, trying to take steady, deep breaths. “If you aren’t going to say anything nice, don’t…”
Swallowing thickly, her chestnut eyes struggled to hold his piercing gaze as she blinked away even more tears.
“Don’t say anything about it at all.”
What caused such a belief?
When has Sesshomaru ever given the impression that he would cause her physical harm? What had he done that brought forth such a fear? Was it even Sesshōmaru who created the fear, or was it someone else? What all happened in the two days she was out of his sight?
To believe he would harm her, and over an argument about his little brother of all things…
It infuriated him. Irene might as well have compared him to vermin like the human lord that he had punished. What happened to the unyielding trust she had in him? Was it because of what Inuyasha had said? That he was using her for some nefarious reason, and would get rid of her once he was done with her? Unbelievable.
Inuyasha…
Sesshōmaru’s glare darkened, the demon lord scowling at the very thought of his little brother’s words taking precedence over everything she’s been through since she began traveling with him. The demon lord only glowered more when he saw Irene continue to tremble and cling tightly to her kimono- the kimono he gave her. Irene’s jaw was clenched, the fear radiating from her fragile form so prominent that it only angered him more.
How dare she doubt him?
The only power she holds that he has even the slightest interest in is her ability to break barriers, but not once has that power been needed since they began to travel together. He has no need of her unique abilities or her spirits. To doubt him because of that fool he calls a brother… to trust in his words more than Sesshōmaru’s own… and to defend Inuyasha in front of him, despite how he had hurt her…
It irked him greatly.
Sesshōmaru was the one by her side. He was the one who kept her alive, who protected her when that foolish brother of his could not. It was Sesshōmaru who rescued her from that dragon demon, and who defended her honor when that mortal pest offended her. Did she hold his little brother in higher esteem than she does him?
Does she value his words more than Sesshōmaru’s own? Does she, just like his father, believe Sesshōmaru is inferior to Inuyasha? Was everything she said, and her own feelings for him, merely a deception?
To think he allowed her to stay by his side- Irene, a mortal woman, a priestess- despite knowing of her affection for him and her friendship with his little brother, just to be repaid in such an insulting manner…
He had half a mind to kill her for such a betrayal.
Sesshōmaru earnestly contemplated it, and yet… as he continued to look at her, he found himself noticing that there was no such treachery in those eyes of hers.
Despite how it seemed, they were still as deep and soulful as ever, glistening with nothing other than tears and the honest truth of her emotions. Eyes that looked to have been born with the hue of every tree in the forest, and from the early light of morning to the late glow of sunset was made all the richer in color and beauty. Wet with tears, her eyes were the color of the earth and tree bark after it rained. It was in those honest eyes he knew; Irene did not believe him inferior to his little brother.
But then why would she believe such ridiculous words?
“Sesshōmaru didn’t…” The conversation from the castle suddenly came to mind, the demon lord almost lost in the brown depths of her gaze as he tried to understand where all of this was coming from, searching and scanning for answers in the only way he knew how- observation. “He didn’t brainwash me! He doesn’t need me. He’s never needed me, okay? And… he never will. He just… lets me stay for Rin.”
“As if!” Inuyasha had snapped. “He’ll leave you to the demons the second he’s finished repaying that bullshit “debt” he keeps goin’ on about! He only saved you before because it was a convenient way to reach the enemy!”
“I know.”
Sesshōmaru remembered Irene lowering her head at the half-demon’s words, and how she cried quite heavily. He could not see her face at that time, but he had smelled the misery wafting from her, and when she spoke it was with a quiet defeat… the mortal woman truly believing she was nothing more than a tolerated existence.
Even the way her form of self-address in their language shifted from the more confident “Boku” to the more humble and self-derogatory “Sessha” showcased just how worthless she truly believed herself to be.
She had fallen back to that habit earlier, when her so-called friends were trying to make her decisions for her. But no sooner had she regained her confidence with Sesshōmaru’s encouragement did she fall back into timidity because of Inuyasha’s foolish behavior.
Sesshōmaru had noticed it before, back when they first met- the way she casually hated upon herself. In that ruined castle that had Naraku’s scent lingering all over it, where he discovered the woman sitting on the creaky floor, covered in her own blood…
Irene had introduced herself with “Sessha” back then.
She didn’t seem to be aware of it, as it was through the spell that brought her here that allowed her to speak their language, but she continued to use that form of self-address until the day he gave her those blue kimonos. Slowly but surely she became more confident, finding the strength inside of herself, and gradually switched to “Boku”.
But a few words from her so-called friends made that hard-found confidence come crumbling back down in an instant.
“I know… why he saved me.” Irene had murmured, and lifted her head slowly to meet Inuyasha’s alarmed gaze. Her grip on the pink robes had loosened, a weariness clinging to her shoulders. “I know he doesn’t care. I know… I don’t matter. I’m just… a convenient existence to have around.”
An existence that only served the purpose of looking after the child under his care…
That’s what Irene believed.
Despite everything, she never once understood Sesshōmaru’s intentions. Despite him allowing her to travel with him. Despite him going out of his way to rescue her from that dragon’s den and that filthy mortal man. Despite him allowing her to stand at his side.
She should have recognized from the moment he revived her that she was not merely a “convenient existence” to him. He would not waste the power of his blade on such a useless person. What she is, of course, Sesshōmaru still isn’t entirely certain, but she’s “more” than a convenience and “more” than just his child-ward’s mother figure. She’s “more” than his irritating little brother’s former friend. Irene is more than whatever it was she believed she was.
Sesshōmaru… has never met such an infuriating woman.
He’s never met anyone who irritates him the way she does. Not even his mother frustrated him so strongly, and her sole enjoyment in life was to tease him in an attempt to try and get a rise out of him.
For Irene to mention his late father, only to start quivering, terrified, and completely misunderstand his intentions, even though they should have been obvious from the start, and to believe with her entire being that she was simply “convenient” to have around, despite all evidence that should be obvious telling her otherwise, and taking his little brother’s spiteful words to heart…
You utterly ridiculous fool.
To challenge him like this, then tremble like a dainty flower when she was anything but, all the while worsening her own condition-
How dare you?
He could smell the blood from beneath the bandages, her fever worsening despite having taken the medicine Sesshōmaru went out of his way to have Jaken prepare. Her facial wounds were bleeding again from her scrunching her face up so much. If it kept doing so, the bandages would need to be changed.
How dare you do this to yourself? To this Sesshōmaru? You reckless, ridiculous fool…
Against his better judgment, the demon lord’s hand began reaching out for the brunette. Sesshōmaru’s entire self felt so strange; his anger, his frustration, even his own movements felt unfamiliar. But they were his movements nonetheless, and he found himself once again about to brush the hair out of Irene’s face, and this time… he didn’t stop himself.
His eyes were focused on the bandage sitting upon her forehead. No sooner did Sesshōmaru move, however, did Irene flinch back. She ducked her head down, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as she braced herself for pain.
Pain she believed that Sesshōmaru would inflict.
When… have I ever caused you harm…?
Why does Irene believe so strongly that he would hurt her? What cause has he given for her to have such a fear? Perhaps if she were someone else, anyone else, other than the mortal Irene who saw beauty in all that was impermanent, in all that was as transient as herself, then he very well may have struck her- to kill- for the insult thrust upon him. Yet not once has he ever raised a hand against her.
Never has Sesshōmaru hit her.
But somehow, somewhere, a misunderstanding was formed. Even though the armor she wears as a kosode should have served as evidence of his intent, she still misunderstood him.
He could have given her regular human fabric to wear, but he sought out the hide of a water dragon instead. He recognized that she was capable of protecting herself, yet also saw that she constantly wound up in danger and often got badly hurt. Her own recklessness would be the death of her. The dragon hide was collected and weaved with the purpose of minimizing the worst of the damage she receives.
Sesshōmaru is a man of his word. They had made a deal, and as long as she stayed by his side she would be under his protection. This should have been obvious through his actions.
He would not allow her to get away with the extreme audaciousness she’s shown thus far if he did not intend to keep her well. She is one of the very few people who did not need to cower before him.
And yet… Irene is afraid. Her entire being is filled to the brim with fear.
She’s never been so scared to speak against him. Even when they first met, she challenged him with a smile… boldly declaring that she was going to use him as a shield to keep herself safe.
What happened to that confidence? To the audacious woman he let travel at his side? Who confounded him with every breath she took? Why is Irene awash in a pool of tears, feverish and weak, and bracing herself for death by his hand? Why did her fear, her lack of self-worth and self-confidence, suddenly change her view of him? Why did Inuyasha’s words have a bearing on her opinion of him now, when before the way they treated one another as brothers never bothered her?
Her behavior didn’t make any sense to him.
Was her fear of abandonment merely that strong? Does she fear being hated that much?
He had wondered before if Irene believed he was not a man of honor… and now he sees she never viewed him as a man at all. She believed him to be no better than those who hurt her back in her era. Wretched vermin who would raise their hands against their children and sisters and mothers without a second thought.
Sesshōmaru has never felt more insulted.
If this is how you truly feel, Irene… then you’re more pathetic than I thought.
If she’s so clearly incapable of trusting him, then there’s no reason to keep her by his side.
I thought better of you than this.
Sesshōmaru didn’t realize her sense of trust and loyalty was so weak- that her heart was something so easily swayed.
He retracted his hand in one swift movement and stood, grasping the basket and tossing it over his shoulder with a frustrated scowl. The demon lord had removed the cooking ware from the straw-woven basket earlier as neither Rin nor Jaken would know how to make much use of them, and they’d be too heavy for Irene to carry in her current state, but given the current situation there was no need to make a second trip to collect them. The fruits and vegetables would be enough. They had all been collected for Rin anyways, so the basket of food was going to the child.
It left a sour taste on his tongue, knowing he was cutting ties with Irene in a similar way as his little brother did, but he wasn’t going to waste his time with someone whose heart was so pathetically weak.
After seeing how Irene protected Rin from Naraku’s demons, and reviving her with tenseiga… Sesshōmaru stopped viewing her as pathetic. He realized how powerful she really was, and recognized how much willpower and strength it took for her to keep her body moving in such a broken and dying state. She was quite impressive for a mortal, all her reckless habits put aside.
Sesshōmaru had viewed her as honest and loyal and… true to herself. Someone a human child could look up to, and someone he could rely on to keep Rin safe when he was not nearby.
But this…
He can’t believe how low she’s fallen.
“Hic…” Hearing Irene choke and sniffle, the scent of her fear giving way to confusion, Sesshōmaru paused.
He had no intention of diverting his gaze from the path ahead of him, and yet… something made him turn back to look at her. Not even he could stop the way his expression twisted at the sight of Irene’s tear-stained face, her brown eyes wide as could be as she stared at him. She looked so lost, so… bewildered as to why he did not hurt her. It was as if she truly could not comprehend that he had no intention to cause her harm.
That only made the insult sting more.
How dare she? How dare a mere mortal like Irene disregard everything that he, Sesshōmaru, has done for her? If she wants to wallow in her own misery, so be it. He will have no more of this disrespect. She can survive on her own. If she was going to treat his generosity and favor as something that could be so easily lost or mistaken, then there’s no point in staying with her. He never should have bothered in the first place.
Fixating one last glare, lingering far longer than he should have, Sesshōmaru finally turned away and began his walk into the forest.
What a waste of my time…
It was truly baffling why he went out of his way to save her the first time; why he followed the scent of dewdrops and fear in that ruined castle Naraku had been hiding in. He should have just let her die.
So why didn’t he?
Sesshōmaru halted in his step, his brows furrowing and his frown deepening.
There had been something about her scent that he just couldn’t ignore. Those round chestnut-brown eyes of her… they lingered in his mind, clinging so stubbornly alongside that smile. Irene’s life had been on the verge of being cut short, yet she glowed ever so brightly. She had been uncertain, but never once truly afraid of him, and was always testing the limits of his boundaries, slowly discovering what he would allow and what would irritate him.
Irene had been a strange woman, but… a pleasant one. He didn’t dislike her company.
And the cry he could hear now as he left her down by the stream… it was one of pure despair. It cut through the forest like a battle cry, piercing and sharp and reaching all the way down into one’s bones. The scent of grief was near suffocating in its depth.
Silent, the demon lord closed his eyes, his expression twisting more as he listened to her sob even harder.
Is it that she believed him no better than those who have hurt her, or that she was just so used to being hurt that she didn’t know how to expect anything else? That foolish woman who would always apologize for every little thing, and then express her gratitude a hundred times over for something as simple as letting her travel with him. Her arms and legs were covered in scars from being attacked by others, and he was certain she had more that she didn’t mention so as to not worry Rin.
He didn’t doubt there’d be more in the future, considering her recklessness. Irene would have already lost an arm if not for the kimono he gave her. She had a habit of getting into trouble, despite her attempts to avoid it. It was like she was an attraction for danger.
If Sesshōmaru left Irene now… she would be completely alone.
Easy prey for wandering, desperate demons in search of food. Easy prey for disgusting bandits who would break her mind and tear her apart to fulfill their own filthy desires. Inuyasha has forsaken her, so she’s unable to return to his traveling group, and any villages she could go to would likely mistreat and abuse her simply for being different.
It would be all too easy for Naraku and Anastasia to get their hands on her soul.
His grip on the basket straps tightening, Sesshōmaru continued his march, before rising slowly up off the ground and taking flight. As furious as he was, the idea of bandits or other demons laying their hands on that woman upset him even more than their argument and what she may or may not believe.
Whatever Irene is to him, it was something that made him detest the very notion of her being hurt. Sesshōmaru won’t allow anyone to lay their hands on Irene. That said, he won’t allow what she said to go unpunished either.
How dare she mention his father?
She can wallow in her misery for a while and contemplate what she’s done. He’ll permit her to continue traveling by his side if she offers a sincere apology. He is not so generous to allow such insults to pass. Not even if those insults came from Irene.
“Lord Sesshōmaru?” Rin was right where he had left her, the girl having not moved from the area. She brightened at the sight of him, sliding off of Ah-Un and running his way, but soon paused upon noticing that not only was Irene not with him, he was also carrying an abnormally large basket of food. “What’s that? Where’s… Where’s Big Sister? I-Is she still not better?”
“She’ll be fine.” Was Sesshōmaru’s blunt reply, walking over and dropping the basket of food by Ah-Un. “Irene bought these for you. Eat some.”
Rin hesitated. “B-But… what will Big Sister eat?”
The demon lord hadn’t thought about it.
He didn’t even think it really mattered, considering she always fended for herself until now. Irene wasn’t incapable; in fact, she was probably more capable than the average human. She was ignorant of certain things, and inexperienced in much more- most likely due to her failing health in the past, but she always put forth an honest effort and learned quickly once she set her mind to it.
Catching a fish or foraging for berries was nothing for him to be concerned about, as he knew she would be able to provide for herself.
Inuyasha and his foolish friends only ever saw her as something to protect and care for. Undoubtedly because of her past sickness, but that doesn’t excuse them treating her as deadweight. Even when ill, she wasn’t so weak as to need their attention every moment of every day. She didn’t need them to make decisions for her.
She was sick, not helpless.
And now, without that accursed asthma weighing her down, she was even more capable. Irene could protect herself just fine, as long as she wasn’t outnumbered and overwhelmed. Her recklessness stems from a need to protect and a desire to survive. Though that recklessness was not preferred… and Sesshōmaru would much rather she think things through instead of dealing with the abrupt consequences after taking action, as long as she held onto that desire to survive, she would continue to make it through alive.
Irene isn’t a helpless maiden who always needs someone to rescue her.
Although… she can’t exactly walk right now, can she?
With the condition she was currently in, she’d be easy prey for those that wanted to hurt her. Hungry demons, stray bandits, or even a random human merchant would be able to easily overwhelm her. Irene, capable though she was, isn’t in a state where she can protect herself right now. She wouldn’t even be able to forage for berries to eat, nonetheless try and catch a single fish. Her head injury had been so severe that she fainted back at the castle, and she struggled just trying to take that suspicious bottle from him. Irene is unable to fend for herself at the moment.
Blinking slowly upon realizing this, Sesshōmaru turned to stare in the direction he had come from. The sounds of her cries were clinging to the back of his mind, the image of the bandage on her forehead lingering. If she died now, before ever apologizing to him…
Sesshōmaru truly wouldn’t forgive her.
Even if he has tenseiga, that’s something he just can’t accept.
Irene…
She has to live to suffer her punishment. Reviving her would feel as though he were the one apologizing, and that simply won’t do. He merely spoke the truth, however harsh it may seem, and she needed to accept that.
What Inuyasha did was foolish.
But Irene getting upset over it was even more so.
Not answering Rin’s question, the demon lord stepped forward, rising into the air without much thought. He ignored the child calling out his name and her plea for him to take care of Irene, and instead focused on making his way back to where he had left the ridiculous woman.
It was a quick flight, much shorter than how long he spent traveling to reach his ward and draconic steed, but it was starting to get quite late.
Smaller demons had a habit of coming out during nightfall, and bandits tended to make their move under the cover of darkness more often than not. If any caught wind of Irene’s existence by that stream, she would be unable to fight back.
Irene isn’t safe.
If any vermin touched her… he’ll tear them apart. Sesshōmaru will make them all suffer. He’s only left her side for a few hours; if she ended up in danger just because of that…
The very thought made his irritability grow.
There are several humans up ahead. Sesshōmaru observed, catching multiple scents on the wind. Lips curling back in a low growl, he sifted through the scents to make out the exact number of people and to determine how dangerous they were. Eight men.
They were too clean to be bandits, and he doesn’t smell the heavy scent of perfumes or traveling goods. They aren’t merchants.
But this power I sense…
It seemed to be spiritual in nature.
Monks?
That may not bode well for her, if they suspect her to be a demon because of her foreign features. With her round almond-shaped eyes and strong nose, it was obvious she did not belong in these lands. If they try to harm her, or worse, try to touch her like that womanizing monk did… Sesshōmaru won’t hold back. He’ll kill them where they stand.
No one- human, demon, or puppet- is allowed to touch Irene.
Her life is his to take, as per their promise.
Sesshōmaru still remembered that conversation, silly as it was. It had played in his mind back when he was staring down that pathetic blue-eyed copy, and again at this moment as he made his way to Irene.
Her hair had been loose and free back then, and her brown eyes had seemed to glow bronze in the sunlight as she looked up at him, listening intently as he spoke, watching as he flexed his fingers and showcased his claws. “Should the time come, be prepared- for it shall be my claws which you face next.”
“Well…” Irene hadn’t been upset then, even at the light-hearted threat. She simply gave him another one of her bright smiles, her cheeks flushed a brilliant red. The way her hands clapped together was surprisingly charming for a mortal. “I-I’ll look forward to it!”
Her response, however, was quite ridiculous.
But he didn’t dislike it.
Focusing back on the task at hand, Sesshōmaru drifted downwards into the forest, feet landing against the grass with a habitual ease. Narrowing his eyes, he began to walk forward, gliding through the trees and following the scents until he could hear the voices up ahead. It sounded as though one of the monks were speaking, the scent of Irene’s tears and grief heavy in the air.
Sesshōmaru almost thought the monks had assaulted her and made her cry until he actually heard what was being said, and those words the monk spoke gave him pause, bringing his march to a sudden halt.
“If you choose not to discuss the matter that is bothering you, then the both of you will only continue to be punished by the anger you hold.”
What…?
Sesshōmaru’s expression actually shifted at that, confusion flitting across his features. The demon lord found it difficult to believe that the monk actually knew what he was talking about. Irene may have given the holy man a few clues, as he knew an argument had taken place, but he didn’t truly know anything. He was just a fool spouting misled facets of wisdom in hopes of making a random young woman cease her tears. That monk didn’t know what it was he was speaking of.
Surely Irene isn’t taking his so-called advice seriously?
“To love a flower is to water it daily, rather than merely pulling it out of the ground to admire it.”
Sesshōmaru’s expression fell into something a little more serious, his condescending perception of the monk changing as he realized that, just perhaps, he wasn’t as foolish as the demon lord originally thought. There was something to what he said there, although Sesshōmaru couldn’t quite place his finger on what it was.
Rather than admiring a flower and pulling it out of the ground, one should water it daily…?
Putting aside his misconception about there being “love” between us…
His words reminded him of what Irene said about how to properly look after a human child. He had taken Rin under his wing without the knowledge of how to actually care for her, simply believing protecting her, clothing her, and teaching her to fend for herself was all that was needed. He had pulled her from human civilization, and she would fall ill and die without proper care- like a flower plucked from the ground, doomed to wilt.
But this argument… it was between Sesshōmaru and Irene.
Irene is not a flower the demon lord plucked from the ground; she’s a grown woman who knows how to look after herself and those around her. In what way is the monk seeing her? What all did Irene tell him about their argument? Neither of them are withering plants. Perhaps Sesshōmaru missed an important part of the discussion. It isn’t making much sense.
What is the flower in this scenario? If it isn’t either of them, then is it…
Is it their relationship with one another, or lack thereof?
“If you take time to nurture the flower, it will grow into a blossom more beautiful than any other.” The monk continued calmly, a gentleness in his tone that seemed to help soothe Irene immensely. “But only with patience… understanding… and care. A gentle touch is required to keep it from wilting.”
Sesshōmaru furrowed his brows, recalling how terrified Irene had been of him lashing out. He remembered her tears. The faded smile. How her shoulders shook, and how her frail form trembled beneath him.
Irene feared him, or… rather, she feared the abuse she had come to expect from those around her.
Was it his anger that scared her? He’s seen her anxious around him before, when she wasn’t yet used to his presence, but he’s never once directed his anger at her. He’s never once lashed out at her. Is it because she’s never faced his wrath that she was so afraid?
Is it because… she doesn’t know what to expect from him?
Irene has been hurt so badly… she doesn’t know if she should expect anything other than what she normally goes through. It wasn’t a matter of Sesshōmaru’s character as a demon or as a man, but a matter of expectation and understanding. She’s never upset someone and not been hurt by them.
Even Inuyasha’s hurt her before- perhaps not with his fists, but with his words. She doesn’t know to expect anything different from Sesshōmaru.
“There are only two mistakes we can make on the road to truth, Lady Irene; to not finish what was begun… or never starting to begin with. It may be a painful path to take, but you will only lose if you allow this argument to continue. Happiness will never come to those who fail to appreciate what they already have.”
“I thought I was appreciating it.” Irene’s voice rang out, and Sesshōmaru stepped forward again, staring through the trees at the back of the woman who was speaking, the shadows and foliage concealing his immediate presence.
He immediately noticed the way her form of self-address changed again, the woman falling back into the use of the self-deprecating pronoun of “Sessha”. As she continued to speak, Sesshōmaru found it difficult to understand,
What caused the change this time? Was it because of their argument? Why is she always so quick to believe herself worthless?
It just… doesn’t make any sense to him.
“M-My friends, my sister… and e-everything Sesshōmaru’s done for me; I appreciate and love them so much. I-I thank them every chance I get. B-But when he… said those things about his brother, I just- it hurt.”
The demon lord observed silently, simply listening to the young woman’s words.
“He hurt him, s-so it’s… wrong to say that his little brother being mad at me for leaving with him was a… s-silly “tantrum”. It’s wrong to… to call him a fool and… mock me for being upset about it. A-And I... I just snapped. I-I called him out on it. ”
Perhaps he did mock her. He certainly did call Inuyasha a fool.
But it wasn’t as if he was in the wrong.
Inuyasha was a fool, taking his anger out on Irene when it was really Sesshōmaru he was mad at.
“And… he left.” Irene continued to murmur. “Now I’m just… here.”
Sesshōmaru’s lips tilted down into a deep frown as he closed his eyes, his brows furrowing once more. There was an uncomfortable feeling settling into his chest, tightening in the back of his throat for reasons he didn’t quite comprehend or want to acknowledge. Sesshōmaru wasn’t in the wrong. Irene is just refusing to face the facts, instead choosing to believe she was at fault for his little brother’s idiocy.
I, Sesshōmaru, am not in the wrong.
Inuyasha was a fool who couldn’t control his temper, and Irene… just isn’t understanding that.
The monk’s voice snapped Sesshōmaru out of his thoughts, his tone of voice grim yet his words gentle. “It is certainly not an easy situation to navigate. But I am certain that if this… Sesshōmaru… is as good to you as you’ve said, then he will soon return.”
“H-He won’t.” At that, Sesshōmaru lifted his head, staring at the brunette’s back once more.
The monk hummed. “And what makes you so certain?”
“Because.” Irene began quietly, sounding as if she had completely given into defeat, firmly believing she had been abandoned. “No one ever comes back.”
Ah… now it makes sense.
So that’s what this is.
Back when Irene had been abducted and about to wed that dragon, she had been hoping Sesshōmaru would come after her to rescue her from such a pitiful fate. But, despite the ribbon she left behind as a clue, she never truly believed he would come for her. The disbelief and shock on her features had said it all.
The reason why?
Because she’s already been discarded by others. Once, twice… perhaps too many times to count. It is the reason why she has no sense of self-worth. It is why she seems to lack any and all ambition or greed.
Irene had been beaten down so strongly and so frequently in the past that she knew not how to use her voice to speak her thoughts. She believed she would never be heard or seen. She believed she was so unimportant and useless that if she couldn’t provide some sort of service then there would be no one who would keep her around. She believed that if not for Rin… then Sesshōmaru would have tossed her aside as well. Irene held no faith in herself, and had even littler trust in those around her.
You, who have earned my favor… believe that I would discard you for a reason as pathetic as that?
That angered him.
It made the uncomfortable sensation in his chest twist and churn, his jaw tightening ever-so-slightly as he remembered her fear from this morning. When was the last time she smiled at him? When was the last time she showed confidence around him? Was it when they were arguing about the suspicious medicine she had been determined to take?
No, it was before that. When they were talking about each other’s names.
Irene…
She had said she wanted to stay beside him, to keep traveling at his side.
Would you run away so quickly after one argument?
Were her affections for him so weak? Why would she not fight for him? She already went so far as to confess; why would she so easily surrender and give in to defeat? Irene is not someone who’s so weak as to just… give up. She was stubborn and audacious, and someone more ridiculous than anyone he’s ever known. Irene was… stronger than this.
So how badly was she hurt from her past? Who was it exactly that hurt her?
Irene believed Sesshōmaru would never come back for her, but he was right here. When she was falling through the sky, alone and exhausted of all strength, he had arrived to catch her. When she was gone and he caught her blood on the wind, he went after her. When she was in danger within the human castle, he was there beside her. Not once has he ever abandoned her.
But the scars in her heart delved so deep she was blind to the obvious. She was so scared of being hurt that she didn’t know how to be protected.
Father… is this what you wanted?
When the tenseiga encouraged him to rescue her from that barrier her undead ancestor had put up, and on the night when the moon bled crimson and she surrendered her life to save a child she barely knew… was this his plan for Sesshōmaru?
For me to feel anger for a mortal?
Sesshōmaru still hadn’t the slightest idea of what Irene actually was to him- neither ally, friend, ward, servant, nor foe- but this tightness in his chest only worsened. The demon lord came back for her because he despised the idea of her being in harm’s way, but now he had realized something; the harm that’s already been done to her… was near irreparable.
And that angered him more than anything else.
That anger bled into his demonic aura, and his presence made itself known to the monks- as well as Irene. He hadn’t expected the brunette to notice his aura, but she must have grown attuned to his presence over the past few weeks. Sesshōmaru was quick to mask his surprise when he saw her head snap up and turn to look his way, Irene completely unaware that their eyes had met.
How much has she cried for her face to be so…?
Why is he even curious? Irene is simply someone… he…
For some reason, Sesshōmaru was unable to finish the thought, observing her hopeful yet disbelieving gaze. When the monk spoke again, stating that tonight would be a dangerous one due to the “evil aura” that was undoubtedly the demon lord’s, Irene looked back at the older man.
Sesshōmaru pretended not to recognize the twinge of disappointment that he felt when she did so.
He had half expected her to grab her things and come running his way. Instead, it was the monk who stood up- and he faced his apprentices, ordering them to set up a barrier so they could “protect” Irene.
As he did that…
Sesshōmaru inhaled a deep breath and turned away, keeping a distance yet not staying so far away he wouldn’t be able to reach Irene in time if anything happened. Taking a seat against a tree, the demon lord propped up a knee and closed his eyes, pondering their argument, the monk’s words, and if what he said truly was so cruel.
Perhaps… to a human it was.
But he still wasn’t wrong.
Father would suggest otherwise if he were here, I’m certain…
Although the late general had a softer heart than most demons.
Why did you have to die like that, Father? Why did you despise me so, your eldest son? What was it… that displeased you so much that you forsook me for Inuyasha?
Blinking open his eyes, his expression grim, Sesshōmaru found himself staring up at the starry sky.
The dark blue looked almost purple- the stars resembling snowflakes in the night. It made him think of winter, and how snow was always so quick to fall and just as quick at melting away. It reminded him of the day his father died, and of the day they fought in their true forms, in a forest near some mountains, after another one of his father’s many battles. The great general had been traveling with a woman the younger Sesshōmaru mistook as his father’s third wife, and his father was none too pleased with such an accusation. He was even more displeased with him threatening her.
Sesshōmaru couldn’t recall her face, the woman’s appearance had remained hidden by a veil, and what little he had obtained a glimpse of has long since faded from memory, but he could recall with clarity the irritation her existence brought. It reminded him almost of Irene.
Yes… the irritation that woman’s existence brought was definitely similar. But it was the snow that most resembled Irene- she who appeared suddenly before him, and who would so quickly vanish if he gave her the opportunity. She appeared in this era without warning, like the first snowfall of the year, and would soon disappear… her presence in his life melting away as he would never see her again.
So many things in this world are like the snow, but Irene and his late father hold the most resemblance to it.
Father… what purpose did you have to speak with Irene? Why did your spirit seek her out? Why… did you answer her summons?
Was it truly because he wanted her to tell Sesshōmaru that he was proud of him?
What nonsense.
If his father was proud of him, he would not have left him with the weak tenseiga. He would have, at the very least, entrusted him with the So’unga blade he carried, instead of discarding it and bestowing his only other powerful blade to Inuyasha. He would not have passed over him in favor of his younger brother.
Even the rich color of the dark violet sky seemed to be mocking him. Although…
Closing his eyes, Sesshōmaru let out a low hum, the corner of his lips tugging upwards almost bitterly. “It would suit her.”
The noble shades of blue suited Irene well, but the rich color of purple would be even more fitting. It would certainly be much better than that pink she had been forced to wear before. Perhaps a rich fabric embroidered with the flowers she adores so much and a pattern resembling snowfall… so as to serve as a reminder that her existence in this era is only temporary and that she, like the snow, will eventually disappear- yet she is not allowed to ever forget her time here.
Wait…
Sesshōmaru’s eyes snapped open, his features contorting in his bafflement, realizing what he was just thinking. Then he shook his head and closed his eyes once more, leaning back against the tree with a mildly irritable sigh.
Such a frustrating woman…
It baffles him how much he thinks about her; he was upset with her, yet here he was suddenly planning for a new kimono to give her. What utter nonsense.
Irene has no need for another kimono, and Sesshōmaru has no reason or desire to give her a new one. It would send the wrong message if he were to do so, anyhow. He refuses to come off as if he is apologizing. He has done nothing wrong.
Absolutely nothing.
His words may be upsetting to a mortal such as herself, but that is of no concern to him.
“S-Sesshōmaru?”
The demon lord furrowed his brows.
As a human, Irene was such a fleeting existence… and yet… with his eyes closed, oddly enough, he could almost feel her sitting beside him as she normally did, leaning against his fur. Warm and unabashed, her calming scent washing over him like a gentle rain, a sense of peace hanging in the air as the warmth from her body brushed against his own. She was so small compared to him and curled up in his fur, but seemed to… fit perfectly against his side, nevertheless.
“You showing up really surprised me. It… It actually made me really happy.” Her words from before played in his head. Again and again, he found himself thinking of her. Her voice failed to leave his mind. “It was… It was really scary, you know? Thank you, Sesshōmaru.”
He hadn’t realized how accustomed he’s grown to having her beside him.
Sesshōmaru thought it had been oddly quiet when she was gone, like something was missing, but now he knew for certain. The reason why he went after her when she was hurt, the reason why he caught her when she first began to fall- unable to control his strength in his surprise; Irene had left a mark. Without him ever realizing it, she had become more than just one of his people.
What that “more” was he still wasn’t entirely sure, but….
Fluttering open his eyes, Sesshōmaru glanced in the direction the human woman was resting. He couldn’t see her from this distance, but he could catch wind of her scent- hear her singing that little song of hers so quietly- and that was good enough.
Irene…
She’s not allowed to run away from him like this; not over an argument about his little brother of all things.
If Irene wants to leave, she must give some other reason. Not because she was hurt over what he said about Inuyasha. He won’t let her get away with believing he would harm her in such a cruel fashion.
Sesshōmaru finds no pleasure or satisfaction in tormenting the weak or the frightened- if things ever led to the point where she did insult him to the point of no return, he still would not hit her. No matter the insult, he would never raise his hand against her in anger. He doesn’t attack the defenseless unless they strike first or fail to heed his warnings, and he doesn’t abuse the women or children under his care. He doesn’t torment his foes unless he wishes the fight to last longer, or to see his enemy react a certain way. Sesshōmaru will not hurt her.
To continue allowing her to believe otherwise…
Sesshōmaru simply won’t stand for it.
If she wants to run away, then it must be an informed decision. Not one spurred on by fear and bad memories. But if she does choose to leave, even after accepting the fact that Sesshōmaru would not hit her…
Then that’s… her choice.
Irene may do as she pleases.
Just so long as she doesn’t go running back to his foolish little brother, begging forgiveness. Sesshōmaru is the one she should rely on. Not Inuyasha. If she wants to run back to anyone, it should be to Sesshōmaru himself.
Sesshōmaru is the one who has been protecting her all this time, after all.
…But who was it exactly that hurt her?
His mind swirled with various thoughts all throughout the night, playing the argument in his head over and over again. He recalled Irene’s terrified reaction, and the way she wailed so miserably as he walked away. The words she said, about being alone, and scared, and hated, all echoed in his mind.
The way her eyes had gazed up at him, disbelieving and so confused when he didn’t strike her…
Sesshōmaru couldn’t stop thinking about it.
By the time morning came, there was an uncomfortable weight in his chest. Rising to his feet, he made his way back to the area where he could see the brunette. He had been waiting for her to wake up, for Irene to separate from the monks, but they seemed determined to take her with them.
Noticing this, Sesshōmaru found himself… hesitating. No, not hesitating. Waiting.
Yes, he was just… waiting.
The demon lord wondered what Irene would choose; if she would stay and wait for him or if she would really give up on returning to his side and would accept the monk’s offer. What Sesshōmaru had said earlier… truly hurt Irene. She might not even be willing to have a conversation with him, or listen long enough for him to assuage her fear about being abused.
Irene…
Will she leave his side, despite everything? She is a human. Perhaps she’d prefer the company of other mortals like herself. The feelings she held for him were only temporary- and it wasn’t as if he reciprocated them.
But he also hasn't rejected her.
She was bound to move on eventually. There’s nothing binding her to him. “O-Oh! Um… n-no, thank you.”
Hearing Irene’s polite yet blunt refusal, the demon lord paused.
“Are you certain?” The monk inquired. “It is dangerous for a young woman such as yourself to travel alone. You will fall prey to bandits, nonetheless demons… and while I know you, as a priestess, are capable of handling yourself, it would be safer to travel in a group. Especially since you may still be ill.”
Sesshōmaru silently watched as Irene waved a hand, trying to dismiss the mortal man’s concerns. “I can handle demons! I-I just… don’t do well with villages, so…”
“Whatever do you mean?”
“…I’m the one who “took care” of Ryūno, remember?” The demon lord furrowed his brows, noting the bitterness in her tone. “It wasn’t exactly by choice. Any time I step into a village, bad things happen- and normally because of my face.”
As Irene proceeded to then list off all the ways she had been hurt by villagers, Sesshōmaru frowned. He had heard the story before, but he hadn’t paid it much mind back then. He had listened, but didn’t truly care.
But now…
It really was no wonder why she expected the worst, given how badly she’s been mistreated- both in her era and this one. Was… he mistaken, then? Would Irene be unhappier surrounded by fellow humans, than if she were to return to his side? She was, for some reason unbeknownst to him, one of his people, but there was nothing other than her feelings for him that he could use to keep her with him- and the idea of manipulating her, or forcing her to remain by his side, was so deeply distasteful.
Yet… he disliked the idea of her leaving even more- and the silence that would follow in her absence.
“I don’t trust villages anymore.” Sesshōmaru heard Irene say, only for the woman to pause and hum. “Actually, there’s one village I trust, but I don’t know which direction it’s in. And I only trust it because I was staying there for a short while after I first came to Japan, so I know the people there aren’t going to attack me just because of my face.”
The village his foolish little brother frequented.
Sesshōmaru knows of it and is aware of its location, but he avoided it like most other human settlements. Asagiri Town had been an exception because of Irene. It wasn’t too surprising to hear that they weren’t too distrusting of her, given they allowed a half-demon to roam its lands, but… he had no doubt the reason why the village had truly been so seemingly kind to Irene was because Inuyasha thwarted any attempts to scare her off.
They had been friends, once. Inuyasha knows full well how those that are “different” are treated. In that sense, Irene was not… incorrect when she said Sesshōmaru had hurt his little brother.
He is aware of what he’s done. He is aware that he’s tried to kill Inuyasha more than once. He knows fully well how he turned away the young child that came running desperately his way, begging for protection after his human mother’s death. Sesshōmaru knows full well he’s hurt his half sibling in more ways than one.
Which is what makes him all the more certain that Inuyasha would have gone out of his way to protect Irene from those that would have tried to harass her. He would not want her to go through all the pain he had been put through.
Inuyasha is… soft in that way- most likely the result of his human mother’s blood in him- and it was the very reason why he needed tetsusaiga to keep his demon blood in check.
That knowledge was still ever-so maddening. To know his father not only gifted his most powerful fang to Inuyasha, but that he did so with the intention of making certain Sesshōmaru could never take it away by ensuring that the sword would prevent his little brother from transforming. There is no honor in killing Inuyasha if he is out of his mind, if his soul’s been devoured.
There would be no point or satisfaction in taking the sword through a one-sided massacre.
How can he prove that he is worthy of his father’s fang if he takes the sword when his brother doesn’t even know who he is? Inuyasha can keep the sword for now, but eventually… Sesshōmaru will take it from him. On that day… Inuyasha will die.
But for now…
“Why don’t you allow us to take you there?” Sesshōmaru could see the older man extending his hand out to the young woman sitting on the grass. The demon lord narrowed his eyes at the monk who spoke. “It may take a while, but I can guarantee your safety in our travels.”
Sesshōmaru just wanted to know what Irene would choose. She looked to be contemplating her response, gazing at the outstretched hand with wide eyes, and had even started to lift her hand- as if she were about to take it. Sesshōmaru’s body burned with the desire to slice off the monk’s arm.
But then Irene dropped her hand back into her lap. “I-I’m okay.”
The monk was surprised. “Pardon?”
“I’ll be okay.”
An irritation boiled inside Sesshōmaru upon seeing Irene smile up at the monk, much like when he had seen her with Ryūno. She hasn’t smiled at him once since their argument, instead recoiling away in fear. Yet she’s smiling at some stranger so easily?
Sesshōmaru felt a low growl rise up in his throat, a hatred beginning to form for this monk whom Irene has only very recently met.
The irritation and hatred he felt only began to simmer down when Irene turned away from the man and began to gather up all the cooking supplies and clothes that had been left behind. It didn’t take long for her to smile up at him again, though, and Sesshōmaru found his expression hardening once more, the demon lord glaring- incredibly spitefully- in the monk’s direction. “It’s… too dangerous for me to go back there, anyways. Some… mean demons are after me, and they might attack the village if I’m there. So…”
Irene’s smile widened into a grin, but there was an uncertainty in her features that the demon immediately recognized.
“Thank you, but I’ll be okay! I’ll… figure something out! I always do.”
“...What will you do then?”
Sesshōmaru took a single step forward, seeing the monk refuse to lower his hand, his fingers twitching as he once again contemplated tearing that hand off of the mortal man’s wrist. If the monk so much as tried to lay a hand on her, he wouldn’t hesitate.
“Will you wander alone? Or will you wait for this… “Sesshōmaru”... to return for you?”
Sesshōmaru’s gaze snapped back to Irene. The scent of fear had risen again, but there was more to it this time.
She wasn’t just scared, she was grieving.
Irene truly believed he had abandoned her because of what was said between them. “I…” The brunette struggled to answer, and during that time she slipped her bow and quiver on. “I already told you. He’s not coming back for me.”
Foolish woman; he’s right here. “But if he does?”
Sesshōmaru watched with half-lidded eyes as Irene inhaled deeply and leaned her head back, her dark brown hair fluttering around her shoulders as she looked up to gaze tiredly at the clear blue sky. She stared at the heavens for a long minute, before taking another breath and looking back at the human man. Sesshōmaru felt his brows knit together slightly upon seeing the utterly broken smile that crossed her lips, the uncomfortable feeling in his chest worsening considerably, his heart seeming to tighten along with his jaw.
Her next words only made that tightness weigh down on him more, like a curse that had been unexpectedly cast.
“I’d go with him.” Irene answered honestly, a vulnerability in her voice, sounding as though she were speaking a painful truth. “Obviously.”
A pause, and then-
“He’s Sesshōmaru.”
Sesshōmaru’s jaw and his gaze both softened at her confession. Though rather indirectly, and in a very roundabout way, she’s finally made her choice. Although he had every intention of approaching her even if she decided to leave with those men… as he refuses to let this separation occur because of his little brother... there was something rather pleasant to know she wasn’t going to run from him.
In no way can Sesshōmaru allow her to leave his side without making it clear that he would not abandon her so easily, that he would not hit her over an argument like this. If she still wished to leave after, then so be it, but she is not running away from this.
He won’t let her.
But it was… admittedly very pleasing to hear that she had no intention of running in the first place. Irene wasn’t pathetic after all. His previous observation and opinion of her had been correct all along.
Enough of this foolish waiting.
He was taking her back and getting her away from those men.
Sesshōmaru made his intentions known by revealing his presence to the monks, allowing his demonic aura to reach out just enough that they, and by extension Irene, would be able to sense him. He knew the monks wouldn’t run from him, they were too stubborn for that, but Irene would recognize him. She always does.
She always… knows it’s him. Not even that wretched shapeshifter she mentioned could fool her.
It was time to put an end to this.
Upon feeling his presence, the monk was quick to throw a holy weapon his way- but it did little to actually deter Sesshōmaru. It only succeeded in destroying the nearby trees and foliage.
Once the smoke cleared, the demon lord, the majority of his form obscured by shadows, parted his lips and called out the brunette’s name-
“Irene.”
“S… Sesshōmaru…?” Irene looked stunned, the woman having not at all thought he’d come for her.
The shock was quick to fade, though, instead replaced with a flood of emotions that Sesshōmaru could scent- but not entirely place. He knew Irene was quite happy about his return, however, as she was fast to pick up the cooking pot and began to rush over to where he was hiding. She was stopped only when the monk from earlier grabbed her arm and pulled her back, causing her to yelp.
Sesshōmaru’s eyes flashed crimson as the sight, his claws flexing as he once more pondered tearing the man’s hand off his wrist.
“Don’t be fooled!” The monk exclaimed. “That is a powerful demon lurking in the shadows, not the lover you so dearly miss!”
Lover…
Once again, that word was being thrown at them. How many more times must they be accused of such a thing? They were not lovers. Sesshōmaru has not bedded Irene, and he does not intend to. He merely detests the way vermin keep trying to force themselves on her without her consent. She is under his protection, and was given the honor of remaining by his side despite her one-sided feelings for him.
Sesshōmaru held no such affection for her.
So why…?
“He’s not… my lover?”
Why did Irene’s denial sting so strongly?
No. Absolutely not.
Sesshōmaru is not upset because she stated the truth of their relationship. He is his father’s son, but he did not inherit his father’s love for human women. Absolutely not. Furthermore, Irene is a priestess; the very same kind of human that hunts their kind and that bound his little brother to a tree. The nature of her powers were different, but she was still an Onmyōji. He would be making a mockery of himself if his heart longed for her.
He was just misinterpreting the sting in his chest, that is all.
Sesshōmaru does not hold any feelings of that kind towards her, and he most certainly doesn’t feel any attraction to her. She was beautiful in the sense that her existence was fleeting, that her brown eyes may one day no longer glow under the early morning sun, that her vibrant smile may one day vanish, but he doesn’t desire her. He is not his father, and he certainly isn’t like his little brother. Sesshōmaru is better than that. He’s not so weak as to fall for a mortal.
And yet, when he saw the monk refuse to let go of her, tightening his grip, Sesshōmaru felt his demonic aura grow even heavier, his lips curling back in a slight growl.
He really did not like that monk touching her.
Irene looked startled when she glanced his way, the woman trying and failing to yank her arm free. “Look, I know how it seems, but I know that’s Sesshōmaru! I’ll be fine!”
The monk just held tighter. “That is an evil spirit, Priestess! Surely you can tell!? It will kill you the moment you enter those woods!”
Sesshōmaru would not kill Irene.
He would kill this wretched pest, however, and he will if he doesn’t release Irene in the next five seconds. Her body was so frail that her arm was most likely already bruising from the monk’s grip. She didn’t need anymore wounds; her head injuries were bad enough.
Perhaps Sesshōmaru will kill this old man…
Very well. If he isn’t going to release her, then surely he won’t miss the use of his arm.
Sesshōmaru stepped forward, sclera bleeding red, his claws glowing an acidic green. He was just about to rush forward into the area to separate the monk’s arm from his body when Irene’s loud voice rang out, twinged with anger. “Being a demon doesn’t make him evil!”
The demon lord found himself rather surprised by that, and the monk was so startled by her declaration that he released her arm. Irene took that chance to snatch up her cooking pot and waddle towards the forest, stumbling and stopping just a few feet away from the monk to flash the older man a glare, heavy tears stinging her doe brown eyes.
“A-And if he was gonna kill me, he’d have done it already!”
Sesshōmaru’s lashes fluttered, his eyes narrowing at her comment. For as scared as she was that he might hit her earlier, and how determined she was to have him lash out at her back at the castle so he would stop attacking his little brother, she was apparently somewhat aware of her situation. Irene knew Sesshōmaru could kill her, she knew that he had zero intention to do so, yet still believed he would hurt her just because she upset him.
Why?
Did she truly believe he would abuse her or show her disdain? If he truly despised her or wanted her gone, he would not have allowed her to act so freely. He would not let her sit beside him at camp, nor would he have rescued her from her own recklessness. If he despised her, he would have simply killed her.
Sesshōmaru has no need for nuisances.
And Irene… is not a nuisance. Has she still not realized that? Even after all this time? The kimonos he gave her, the furoshiki and the supplies, the hair ribbon; he is not some lowly piece of vermin who would hit her because she upset him. He would not gift her precious armor just to discard her on a whim. If even his father never hurt his mother when they had disagreements, why should he hurt Irene?
Why would he abuse her, when- if he truly wanted to- he could simply kill her instead and ensure such an insult would never happen again?
“He’s the one who saved me from Diana. Y’know, the human who sent me to die!?”
Irene is simply honest.
Honest and… loyal to a fault. That is not a crime. If anything, her loyalty should be commended. It was just irritating that said loyalty was directed towards Inuyasha and not Sesshōmaru himself. She was forever frustrating. Of course, there was no denying that the way she was taking his side at this exact moment soothed some of the irritation he felt, but that… doesn’t mean he has feelings for her. He doesn’t love her.
Sesshōmaru simply… respects Irene.
He respects her too much to allow these men to lay their hands on her. She was not some weak mortal. She was not someone pathetic, either. She was…
She was Irene.
And these monks were truly testing his patience, the leader foolishly stubborn and trying to reach for the young woman’s arm again. “But, Lady Irene-“
Sesshōmaru’s demonic aura swept over the land, the atmosphere of the immediate area now thick and heavy from the sheer weight of his power. The sclera of his eyes flashed a vibrant crimson, the golden hues of his irises shimmering blue. His lips curled back in a slight growl, fangs elongating as his anger bled through.
Keep your filthy hands off her!
The pungent scent of ozone permeated the air.
Irene quickly stepped back to evade the monk’s advances, and, as the result of Sesshōmaru’s anger towards him, the monk became paralyzed, unable to move as the demon lord’s malice permeated his aura, targeting the older human and his younger apprentices while leaving Irene overall unaffected by it.
“Such… p-power.” The monk choked out, fingers twitching as he struggled to fight against the overwhelming aura. “What kind of demon… is…”
“Irene.” Sesshōmaru has had enough of this.
She either comes to him now, or he makes his way over to her and tears apart the men that are bothering her.
The old fool’s apprentices looked as though they were preparing a special group attack with their staves and sutras when they had been paralyzed by his superior power. It was rather pathetic. They honestly thought that would be all it took to prevent him from leaving with Irene? To force her to remain by their side? What utter nonsense.
Their holy power was too miniscule to have so much as an effect on him.
Irene, startled by what was happening, looked back-and-forth between Sesshōmaru and the monks. Confusion flitted across her features, and then… she was stammering out an apology to the monks. “S-Sorry! Th… Thanks for… everything. Sorry again about the knife thing!”
Knife… thing?
“Bye!” Declaring a firm farewell, Irene turned back to face the forest and began to waddle on over to him.
Seeing this, the red in Sesshōmaru’s eyes began to fade, his blue irises shifting back to their usual gold. He watched as the woman struggled to walk with that large cooking pot- something that was surely already heavy for her, yet was now full of various supplies- in front of her legs, her arms trembling a little as she clutched the handle tight. Irene’s cheeks were flushed, her lips stuck out in a determined pout as her chestnut eyes looked his way, full of hope and mirth and… nervousness. Her choppy dark brown hair was loose and messy as it hung around her shoulders, her bare feet stumbling against the grass as her legs occasionally hit against the cooking pot.
There was no fear in her scent, only a slight uncertainty.
But Irene was heading his way, looking his way, while still dressed in the clothes he gifted her. Despite his irritation over her taking his little brother’s side and the comment she had made about his father, the sight of her waddling so determinedly his way… made the tightness in his chest ebb, instead replacing it with a strange warmth. When she finally reached him and was standing before him, Sesshōmaru stared down at her, observing her features for a long moment, noting the smell of her blood was gone. It seemed her fever had faded, as well.
Did she heal her wounds with her spirits again…?
Irene is relying too much on their power. If her fever did not fade, she might not be able to walk from the exhaustion of using their abilities. Foolish woman.
Still…
At least she has color in her face again.
“Se… Sesshōmaru…?” Irene was looking up at him like she could hardly believe he was actually there. Her round brown eyes were misty, welling up with tears. Even her bottom lip was trembling. “You… You came back?”
Indeed he did.
Sesshōmaru remained silent, instead watching closely and observing as Irene gripped the cooking pot tighter. Her right foot slid forward, her bottom lip trembling even more as she blinked away the tears. She looked so small standing before him like this.
Irene has always been small compared to him, barely reaching his chin in height, and yet… as her eyes met his gaze… it felt as though she would break if he touched her. Like she would fall into him, crumbling into pieces, unable to even stand.
Fragile and meek and so… small.
Perhaps it was because her personality was always so loud and bright, it was unpleasant to see her so timid now.
“Wh-Why…?” Irene breathed out, searching his face for any trace of his thoughts. He could smell the desperation as clearly as he could see it on her face. The cooking pot was set down on the ground. “Why… didn’t you leave? Why did you come back?”
Irene was afraid of being abandoned, that much was clear. She was terrified of being left alone.
She had not only defended his little brother, but also insulted him by mentioning his strained relationship with his late father, and yet, despite her anger, she so desperately wanted to stay by his side; and, now that Sesshōmaru had come back for her, Irene was in a state of disbelief and denial, unable to understand why he was here when she was fully aware of how upset he was with her.
Perhaps… an apology is not needed from her.
Irene understood the depth of her transgression, and thus believed wholeheartedly he would not return for her. Even though he had zero intention of doing so when he left, he had contemplated it upon realizing she had believed him to be abandoning her. It was only for a single moment, but that fact doesn’t change.
Her understanding of the situation would suffice.
But to ask such a thing, as if trying to chase me away…
Irene evidently still doesn’t know how to voice her desires. She doesn’t know how to speak the voice inside her heart, when there was so much fear buried within it.
Gazing down at her, his golden gaze burning into her startled chestnut eyes, the demon lord felt that odd twist in his chest again. Sesshōmaru’s lashes fluttered as his eyes became half-lidded, a gentle breeze brushing his skin and causing his hair to flutter. He… does not love Irene. These feelings for her… are not affection.
But…
When Sesshōmaru spoke, he found that his voice was much softer than usual- and was so quiet it was almost a whisper. His chest felt so painfully, wonderfully warm. “...Did you not want me to?”
Irene inhaled sharply at his question, then choked, mouth opening and closing in her shock until she finally managed to tear her eyes away from him. She began to fiddle with the hems of her sleeves, struggling to speak as her anxiety got the best of her. The brunette glanced down at the ground for a moment before finally gathering the courage to face him again. “I-I’m still… mad at you. A-And… you’re still mad at me, right?”
Sesshōmaru said nothing, merely narrowing his eyes, as her words were indeed correct.
Irene nodded stiffly. The tugging on her sleeves grew more insistent. “R-Right. Okay. J-Just… wanted to see if we were on the same page.” She was treading carefully with her words, still so scared of him leaving her. It was so obvious; if he wasn’t aware of the hurt she’s been through he might have taken offense to it. “I-I don’t… forgive you… for what you said. But… I…”
The woman ducked her head, frantically blinking away the tears, choking on the words she was trying so hard to speak.
“I… I-I’m…”
Her dark lashes fluttered as she glanced up at him.
“I’m… r-really happy… you came back.” With a single blink, the tears began to drip down her cheeks, and Sesshōmaru was starting to find himself growing annoyed by the tight sensation in his chest. He really did not like the sight of her crying. Her being happy that he had come back for her, on the other hand, was another matter entirely. “I-I didn’t… I didn’t think you would? So… th-the fact you did is…”
Irene finally stopped fiddling with her sleeves, only to rub at her neck instead, just to start tugging at the strands of hair hanging loosely around her shoulders. Her cheeks were red, a variety of emotions crossing her face as she constantly looked back-and-forth from him, unable to hold his stare for very long. She looked flustered, then pleased, then upset and confused, then pleased and flustered again.
“Yeah.” Her lips formed a shaky, shy smile. “Th-Thank… you.”
It wasn’t much, but that smile seemed to vanquish his horrid mood. He wondered why, observing her as she was, the young woman still tugging at her hair and shifting her feet. The transient nature of her beauty seemed even more present than normal. It left him with the oddest feeling.
I, Sesshōmaru, do not… have feelings for this woman.
Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
Still ever-so-frustrated, Sesshōmaru let out a low hum, wondering what the nature of this feeling was. Irene’s brown eyes seemed to have captivated him somehow, and he despised it. He can not have fallen so low as to love a mortal woman. He was Sesshōmaru, a proud demon and aristocrat. He was not his father or his little brother.
So why?
Why does he have this urge to keep her to himself? Why does he so strongly despise the thought of her leaving his side? Why is he so upset that she’s afraid of him?
It just doesn’t make any sense. “Know that you are also not forgiven for what you said.”
Even now, seeing Irene flinch despite her best efforts to hide it, Sesshōmaru felt something tighten in his chest.
He found himself stepping forward, moving closer to the brunette and towering over her even more. She jolted, head snapping up upon realizing how close he now was.
“I am not so magnanimous. But, I, Sesshōmaru…” He stopped directly in front of Irene, and the demon lord observed the young woman as she craned her neck back, looking up at him with big eyes and bated breath. A deep frown pulled on his lips. “...will not abandon you. Is that clear?”
Irene blinked, befuddled by his statement. “...Huh?”
Sesshōmaru found himself searching her face again, wondering if he could determine the odd nature of this feeling if he stared at her long enough, yet still it evaded him, only leaving the demon lord with an uncomfortable weight in his chest and an undeniable warmth, her chestnut colored eyes ever so… soothing.
Yes, just as her name suggests… Irene’s very presence seems to bring a certain peace of mind.
But that wasn’t what this odd feeling was. It was something else. Something gentler, yet doubly more intense. It was the same feeling that made him so upset with that dragon pest, and the human lord, and all those irritating monks. The uneasiness when she was gone from his side, the anger that she had been wounded and abducted, the fury at her being insulted… and the hurt from the belief he would harm her… it was all so disturbing.
Is he in love with her? Surely not. He… can’t be. Why on earth would he-
The events of the castle came back to mind.
Carefully lifting his hand, Sesshōmaru draped his claws loosely around the surprised Irene’s neck- careful not to nick her. He felt her throat move as she inhaled deeply, and the way her pulse picked up as she gazed up at him, but as her eyes met his… the scent of uncertainty and fear seemed to fade. For all her worries, she knew he would not harm her. Such a deep and bewitching brown, her gaze bore into his golden one, and Sesshōmaru realized that, even if Irene had insulted him to the point of no return, he would be unable to kill her.
He could never kill Irene. The demon lord doesn’t even have the strength to wrap his fingers fully around her neck. It would be so easy to snap it, to tear her head from her shoulders, and yet… he found that he couldn’t. He wasn’t incapable of doing so, he just… doesn’t want to. His heart, the source of the tightness in his chest, wouldn’t let him.
Sesshōmaru is unable to kill Irene.
Whether that’s because of… respect or love, he is uncertain. Whatever the case, it spurred on his next comment, the demon lord making his point as clear as he could manage without outright spelling it out for her.
“Not today.” Sesshōmaru affirmed, his gaze growing stern. “And not tomorrow.”
Her pulse quickened against his fingertips.
“Not until you have done something deserving of having my claws tear through your flesh.”
Irene was stunned, her voice utterly breathless. “...What?”
Sesshōmaru can not bring himself to kill her. Irene knows Sesshōmaru will not kill her. She is under his protection, and due to the affection she holds for him and the honest nature of her feelings, she is unlikely to betray him. But what if that day does come? She is still a priestess, and by all means Sesshōmaru is a demon. He would have no choice but to kill her then.
He can not allow a threat to live.
Considering the reason behind the argument Irene had with Inuyasha, and the reason behind her argument with Sesshōmaru himself, he sincerely doubted she would ever turn on him. It was highly doubtful that a day would ever come where Sesshōmaru would need to tear Irene apart. Furthermore, as powerful as she was, it wasn’t as if she could defeat him. Irene was simply a mortal woman with a unique connection to spirits. Nothing more and nothing less. Sesshōmaru has no need to fear a betrayal from her, for if she ever did betray him he could dispatch her easily.
Perhaps not so easily, He mused, watching as her brown eyes grew wide and her hands rose up to curl around his wrist, her touch seeming to tickle his skin as a warmth blossomed in his chest, but easily nonetheless.
Irene’s face was painted in surprise, her cheeks flushed a bright red. “W-Were you actually here last night?”
Carefully masking his thoughts, the demon lord made his expression harden into something a little more neutral. He reminded himself that, no matter what it was he was feeling, it was not love. Perhaps there was an odd affection for this frustrating and confusing woman who liked to travel with him, but it wasn’t love.
It was… respect and…
Something else. Something unfamiliar to him.
“I-I thought- I thought… I sensed you last night.” Irene choked out. When Sesshōmaru looked at her then, his jaw tightened, feeling the most disturbing urge to bring his hand to her face and brush his thumb against her cheek, under her left eye and over where the tears had once certainly spilled. He could see the faint tear stains left on her face. “But I thought I was wrong. Was it actually you? D-Did you hear me talking with the monks? How much did you hear?”
Why does it even matter? Why is he even trying to figure it out?
He knows he hasn’t fallen in love with Irene, and that’s all he needs to focus on. They aren’t lovers, there is no relationship, and there most certainly isn’t any kind of flower that needs nurturing. He does not love Irene.
Sesshōmaru has had enough mind games for one day. “Enough.”
Tugging his hand away, he saw Irene blink and open her mouth- most likely to ask what his answer meant, but he didn’t give her a chance to speak. His hand had already found her waist, his fingers gripping the ribbon of her mobokama, and with a single movement easily lifted her up off the ground and onto his shoulder, a little yelp escaping her lips.
From the sudden closeness, her calming scent flooded his senses, and for a moment… all was well.
She was “his” again.
This was how it should be. So what happened? What went wrong? How was he so foolish?
It was irritating enough that Irene would not speak to him during the next few days, but she didn’t even walk beside him when they were traveling. She ceased sitting beside him while resting at camp, and she was far more quiet than usual. Perhaps he was partially at fault, as he didn’t call out for her or outright mention her whenever Jaken was being particularly insulting, but that was mostly because he was distracted by the strange thoughts that have been plaguing him ever since their return to the group.
The monk’s words kept playing in his mind, and he found himself frustrated every time he realized he was watching Irene.
Her every movement, her every breath, even the words she spoke seemed to pull him in, his attention immediately ensnared by her very existence. The way she worked so hard trying to stitch together the massive yogi in preparation of winter, how focused she looked as she tried to cook a proper meal for Rin, and the way her brows furrowed and how her expression constantly shifted to match her thoughts… and how she always fussed with her hair and re-tied it back anytime the ribbon began to get loose and the strands started to tickle the nape of her neck.
Sesshōmaru hated how fascinating it all was. He hated how warm his heart felt as he watched her.
Perhaps he was avoiding her, like she was him. It hardly mattered, so long as she remained within his vicinity and didn’t go running off to his little brother. It didn’t matter that they weren’t speaking. He wasn’t upset by it.
Not at all.
Irene’s silence and avoidance of him isn’t bothering him. It’s fine.
“Big Sister… are you and Lord Sesshōmaru fighting?”
Sesshōmaru found himself glancing back at the woman from over his shoulder, and his eyes narrowed upon catching Irene hurriedly looking away to focus on Rin. She wouldn’t even meet his stare nowadays.
Irene didn’t even smile at him anymore; her smiles were saved for Rin and Ah-Un only now.
“It’s, uh… not really fighting.” Irene told the little girl, flashing her one of those very same smiles she no longer gave him. “We just… had a disagreement. And we’re mad at each other. So…”
Mad? Not at all.
Sesshōmaru is furious.
How dare she avoid him?
“Then you should talk!” Rin exclaimed, pouting at the older woman. “Tell Lord Sesshōmaru you’re sorry.”
“...No.”
That surprised the little girl. “What? Why not!?”
“Because.” Irene stated simply, and seeing her turn her head to look at him, her expression hardening into something cold, Sesshōmaru quickly focused his attention back to the path they were walking. He cursed Inuyasha for being the source of their argument, and he cursed that damn monk for putting such strange thoughts into his mind. Most of all, he cursed his late father for potentially passing down the worst possible trait to his eldest son. “He won’t.”
Sesshōmaru does not love Irene.
Sesshōmaru does not-
“But… then you’ll be arguing forever.”
What?
Sesshōmaru glanced back at the mother-and-daughter duo, an odd flash of alarm coursing through him. He watched as Irene gave a shrug, her expression falling considerably despite the bitter smile still spread across her lips. “Eh. We’ll talk again eventually. Probably. Just… not right now.”
“How long is “eventually”?”
“...Eventually?”
“Tomorrow?”
“...Probably not?”
“What about the day after tomorrow?”
“Not unless he talks to me first.”
How long will they be avoiding one another? Will Irene never speak to him again? Will she not look at him? Have her feelings for him faded away already? Why does it matter?
Why does he care?
“Big Sisteeeeeer!” Sesshōmaru turned his attention back to what was ahead of him, his brows furrowing ever-so-slightly. He could feel Ah-Un’s gaze on him, and Jaken was giving the girls’ annoyed looks from over his shoulder as he guided the beast. “Tell Lord Sesshōmaru you’re sorry~! He won’t do it, so it has to be you!”
“Rin, sweetie, as much I like Sesshōmaru… no.”
So she does still have feelings for him? Then she’s bound to approach him again before long, isn’t she? Surely she’ll cease this ridiculous behavior soon and walk beside him again.
“I may have said something insensitive, but what he said was downright cruel. So I’m not apologizing.”
Or… perhaps not.
How much longer will this continue?
Sesshōmaru will not let her win this battle; he will not be the one to apologize. If he speaks to her first, that means he’ll have lost. She’s the one in love with him, not the other way around. It’s not as if he’s after her approval or anything; he could care less that she thought he was in the wrong. He’s not upset that she’s still mad at him and holding a grudge for what he said. He’s just tired of her avoiding him.
That’s all this is.
On the fifth morning of this nonsense, the demon lord was genuinely contemplating how to get her to speak to him again without surrendering his pride. Irene, however, seemed to have come up with a solution herself whilst in the middle of preparing breakfast, her conversation with Rin seeming to have bothered her just as much as it- had not- bothered him.
Sesshōmaru could smell the fruit as she sliced them, and the sound of her handing Rin her bowl. He found himself focusing on the sound of the knife as it cut through the fresh pear Irene had decided to slice.
He scented her anxiety, her nervousness. There was… fear, but not like before.
“Hey, Rin?”
The little girl hummed. There was the sound of bowls passing between their hands. The shuffling of fabric.
Then footsteps.
“Lord Sesshōmaru!” When Sesshōmaru opened his eyes, he saw Rin kneeling before him, a large grin on her face as she held out a small bowl full of sliced pear. She lowered her voice to a hushed whisper, like she was telling him a secret that was supposed to be kept to herself. “Here! It’s from Big Sister!”
Irene was not at all pleased the child gave her plan away, quickly growing flustered and even more nervous, but the demon lord was unfazed. He simply lifted his gaze to stare at the woman, observing her closely, taking note of her reaction and the way she shifted, her expression constantly changing to match her thoughts. It was never a dull time watching her think. Her thoughts were as evident as an open book.
That was one of the things he found so pleasant about her.
And it was why this distance was so frustrating. If she would just apologize, then…
Then… what?
Sesshōmaru does not understand why Irene is being so stubborn about all this. There was no reason to be so stubborn or silent, and there was no reason for him to care as much as he does. He doesn’t love her. He doesn’t have such nonsensical feelings. Sesshōmaru was not his father, and he most certainly was not his foolish brother.
Irene is just… supposed to be “his”.
She chose him, so why is she still avoiding him?
“Okay, okay, you know what?” Irene looked frustrated, but still plastered a smile on her face- fake though it obviously was. It was the first smile sent Sesshōmaru’s way since they’ve returned to the group, and yet it did not please him at all. He watched silently as she began to march sideways over to Ah-Un to fetch her bow and quiver. “I’m gonna go practice my archery. If you don’t wanna eat the pear slices, give them to-”
She never finished her sentence, noticing the sudden shadow cast over the forest. An army of demons were flying their way, hovering high in the sky and blocking out the day.
These wretched pests getting in his way…
“Rin.” Sesshōmaru called, looking up at the sky with narrowed eyes. “Get to Ah-Un.”
Everything after that…
It was beyond shameful.
Sesshōmaru prided himself on his strength and his power, on his intelligence and ability to swiftly defeat his foes. To overpower his foes with sheer strength, to decimate them with his superior power; even after losing his left arm and having to tread with a hint more caution, he was quick to adapt and remained more powerful than all the fools and vermin he’s come across. He had to learn to fight with only one hand, but still he remained the strongest. He’s never struggled to keep Rin and Jaken safe- and he’s never once struggled with rescuing Irene from her own recklessness. He was Sesshōmaru, after all.
Yet, somehow… he failed.
He was faster than Irene in rescuing Rin and Jaken from the Tenjō Kudari, but he was unable to catch Irene when she was knocked off of Ah-Un’s back. The demon lord moved fast, swiftly escaping the range of his foes to fly after her, sheathing his blade to outstretch a hand towards her. There was a strange feeling in his chest as he watched her fall, something almost weightless yet still crushing, like his heart was rising and falling within him, picking up pace as he picked up speed.
Sesshōmaru had almost caught her, too. Irene’s hand had been centimeters from his.
But then she retracted her hand in favor of warning him, even though she was mere feet from splattering against the ground, and while Sesshōmaru was able to avoid a massive blow from the Nue that decided to attack him, he was not able to avoid the beast destroying the upper half of his armor. By the time Sesshōmaru was able to look back, Irene had been saved by Rin, the child guiding Ah-Un over to the woman just in time to rescue her from an untimely death.
And then… they all fell.
Sesshōmaru could not save them.
Irene, in a moment of panic and quick thinking, managed to keep them all alive, but Jaken and Rin were both unconscious. She had to heal Ah-Un and stay behind so the dragon could escape with the imp demon and child.
All the while, Sesshōmaru was kept busy in the sky, fending off the Nue and many other minor demons. He was once again reminded of what a powerful priestess Irene was, the human woman maintaining a barrier while shooting Shikigami-enhanced arrows at the demons flying above. Her aim still needed work, but she was doing much better than before the last time he witnessed her fighting aerial beasts.
Yet she was quickly getting overwhelmed. Her barrier getting attacked was causing her physical pain.
Sesshōmaru was able to break free of the Nue long enough to destroy a decent amount of the aerial demons aiming for her, giving her a chance to shoot the Tenjō Kudari that was stubbornly attacking her barrier, but… it didn’t do anything. Not anything that could have prevented her barrier being taken down by a Jatai of all things- who was quick to wrap around the woman and carry her away.
As he moved to follow after them, Sesshōmaru soon found himself surrounded.
They didn’t want him to rescue Irene…
“Interesting.” Sesshōmaru mused, holding the tōkijin up as the Nue moved to stand at the front of the army, its glowing red eyes focused solely on him. “So this was the plan. Naraku wishes to separate me from Irene…”
What a miserable specter. That pathetic imitation of a demon must be after her soul again.
This simply won’t do.
Lifting his sword up vertically, parallel to his face, half of his reflection showing on the steel, Sesshōmaru narrowed his eyes at the Nue. “Get out of my way.”
He promptly began to lash out, tearing through the minor demons with ease and pushing back against the Nue as he made his way upwards and through the dark clouds, tearing through demon after demon after demon, guts and body parts flying as electricity crackled through the air and his demonic aura expanded and rose violently in strength, various demonic beasts and critters falling apart and withering from the sheer destructive power and the toxins he allowed to flow in it.
Sesshōmaru was indeed a dog demon, and as such he had his own special abilities as a result of being from his mother’s specific clan. That, of course, was toxin manipulation- the ability to spit acid, spray poison, and release toxic fumes. He can, of course, naturally also spread those toxins using his demonic aura, turning it into a deadly miasma and killing any that would inhale the fumes. Only the most powerful of demons could survive…
The Nue being one of them, that irritating pest. Naraku chose his distraction well.
As Sesshōmaru slashed at the chimera, he caught the scent of human blood on the wind.
Irene’s blood.
She was wounded and in pain.
I also smell flowers… and a heavy amount of freshwater?
How odd.
With a carefully timed dodge, Sesshōmaru released another burst of toxins towards the Nue before lifting his blade and calling for a Dragon Strike, letting the lightning tear through the sky and the Nue before taking off flying, hurrying after Irene. His blow did not kill the Nue, but it would keep the beast down for a time- and that was all Sesshōmaru needed.
Irene was in danger.
It didn’t take long to find her, the scent of her blood leading him right to her, and he didn’t have to guess what the cause was. There was a kosode-no-te clinging to her form, held in place by a pair of spectral hands around her wrists. The possessed jatai was keeping Irene’s voice muffled, and her throat, waist, and legs were totally bound. Irene was utterly defenseless.
Naraku…
How dare he.
The vermin even had the audacity to flee, trying to take Irene with him. Up ahead, leaping from branch to branch, trying to escape through the trees, the artificial half-demon was running from Sesshōmaru as fast as he could manage. He was doing a pitiful job of it, though something was odd about his scent. The scent of flowers and freshwater was coming from him.
Did he absorb some peculiar demon to hide his rancid smell? No matter. He now knows the scent, so he can recognize it the next time he catches it.
But, as for Irene…
Sesshōmaru clawed at the jatai’s fabric to free the woman of her restraints, but the jatai was quick to wrap around him instead, the fabric going slack just enough that he couldn’t cut through it with his sword. He had to use his demonic energy to send shards of power slicing through the fabric, and the tsukumogami screeched in her pain, unraveling herself to save her pathetic existence.
This did, of course, give Sesshōmaru an opportunity, and the demon lord wasted no time in chasing after the baboon-pelt wearing fool, but Naraku dodged his blows with ease.
Landing on a branch, the artificial half-demon clicked his tongue. “Now, now, Sesshōmaru; are you forgetting something? Dear Irene is still trapped by the kosode-no-te… and now that you’ve turned your attention away from the jatai… what do you think is going to happen to her?”
This must be some sort of pathetic joke. Was Naraku really trying to use Irene as some sort of shield against him, so he’d be reluctant to attack? Ridiculous.
“Are you really so willing to let her die again?” What? “And under your watch? What a miserable protector you are…”
At that, Sesshōmaru felt the rage begin to rise.
He remembered what he told Inuyasha back in that human lord’s castle, how he lectured him for being unable to protect the frustrating woman. Inuyasha was a fool, someone who could not properly use the powerful fang their father left behind, and as a result his friends suffered for it. But Sesshōmaru was not Inuyasha.
So… why?
How?
It hasn’t even been a full week, and in a single morning Sesshōmaru has already failed to catch Irene- not once, but twice- and was unable to protect Rin and Jaken from the army of demons. He couldn’t even stop Irene from being carried away by that annoying jatai. To hear this wretched vermin, this pathetic excuse of a half-demon… insulting him so, to hear him imply he was as pathetic and incapable of protecting Irene as his little brother was, that he was useless, was beyond infuriating.
He already wanted to kill Naraku… but now he wanted to eviscerate him.
Tōkijin sparked, the blue electricity practically threatening to burst from his rage. Sesshōmaru’s lips tilted downwards in a very heavy frown, his eyes widening and then narrowing as he bared his fangs in a ferocious growl. “I have heard enough!”
The demon lord lunged, determined to slice the man in half…
But Naraku just grinned as he jumped out of the way again, landing safely on yet another branch, and then landing on yet another as Sesshōmaru chased after him, before rising up into the air with a particularly strong jump. His grin widened into something quite arrogant and malicious as he spun around to look down at the demon lord, crimson eyes gleaming behind the baboon mask.
“Take her breath away.”
At his order, the jatai flew towards Irene.
She didn’t even have time to open her mouth in an attempt to scream before the belt was wrapped around her throat once more, squeezing tight enough to cut off her air supply. Irene was unable to even struggle, her face growing white and then red as her eyes quickly became bloodshot, the woman unable to breathe as the fabric suffocated and strangled her.
Naraku just laughed, watching as Sesshōmaru glared up at him down below. The demon lord’s hand gripped the hilt of his blade all the tighter.
“You couldn’t even protect that human child of yours!” Naraku taunted. “You honestly believe you can get rid of me without surrendering this woman’s life!? She doesn’t even have the strength to summon her spirits; she’s completely at my mercy! From the way I see it, you have two choices, Sesshōmaru.” His lips curled into another malicious grin. “Either kill me and surrender this pathetic woman’s life… or rescue her and let me escape.”
“Naraku…” Sesshōmaru’s hand twitched, gripping the blade handle so fiercely his knuckles turned a snowy white.
“Oh, and you might want to choose quickly…” The artificial half-demon hummed. “I’m afraid she won’t remain conscious much longer. Humans are so very fragile…”
Naraku was truly a fool, if he believed that Sesshōmaru would save Irene over killing him, but he’s even more of a fool if he truly thinks for even a moment that Sesshōmaru would let himself be limited by such a ridiculous ultimatum- and especially after such an unforgivable insult.
How dare he call him a miserable protector?
“But, of course, if you do choose to let her die, that’s not on you, Sesshōmaru.” The baboon-pelt wearing monster chuckled, his next sentence causing that odd feeling in the demon lord’s chest to twist, a sense of cold settling in. “It’s her own… for choosing you as her protector, knowing full well you despise humans.”
Sesshōmaru… does despise humans.
Even in his youth, he never cared for them. They were merely pests, vermin that got in his way and that distracted his father from teaching him more about the ways of battle. It was a human that led his father to his death.
Despite it all, though…
Sesshōmaru doesn’t despise Irene.
“H-He’s… not….” Irene could barely get her voice out, and even then it was strained and difficult to understand. When Sesshōmaru turned his attention to her, he saw tears dripping down her reddened cheeks as she gasped and choked. The look on her face… was one of acceptance- and rage. She firmly believed she was going to die and was very angry at Naraku for taunting her about it. “H-He’s not gonna… just… shut up…”
Irene firmly believed Sesshōmaru was going to let her die.
“Shut… up!”
Sesshōmaru very well could let her die.
Her body would remain intact, so he could always revive her again with the tenseiga afterwards- but that would be going against his word. He told her he would never again use his father’s fang on her. She isn’t allowed to waste her life like this.
Irene isn’t allowed to die.
At her words, however, Sesshōmaru couldn’t help but feel another tinge of insult. She still doesn’t trust him to save her? Does Irene think he despises her now because of their ridiculous game of silence and avoidance? He won’t let her die, but he also isn’t going to choose her over killing Naraku. Surely she had more faith in him than that? He isn’t his little brother, who is incapable of performing both acts. He can kill Naraku just as easily as he can rescue Irene.
How dare she doubt him?
“Well, Sesshōmaru?” Naraku inquired, the amusement in his voice thoroughly irritating. “What will you choose? Irene’s life… or my death? Just how cold is that demon heart of yours? Hehehe…”
“Enough of your games!” Sesshōmaru didn’t hesitate to roar at the fake half-demon, his glare harsh as could be. “You think you can play me for a fool!? I didn’t realize how eager you were to die, Naraku!”
In an instant, the demon lord was gone.
Then he was in the sky, ten feet away from Naraku, reeling his sword arm back. “Dragon Strike!”
Naraku was laughing even as the massive blue dragon erupted from the sword, the sword which Sesshōmaru had thrown in his direction. It was carried along by the dragon, and the artificial half-demon cackled as lightning struck and tore away at his body, the demonic sword piercing straight through his chest. Bits of limbs were falling apart, even his head removing itself from his shoulders, but he was unbothered. Naraku simply continued to laugh, as if he had borne witness to the most amusing thing of the century.
All the while, Sesshōmaru was flying in the opposite direction, claws bared as he moved and slashed at the cloth belt that was strangling Irene.
The jatai was quick to unravel, wrapping around his arm, then waist, then throat, and the demon lord’s brows furrowed upon hearing the demon that was the fabric laughing, her cackles matching Naraku’s own. “Beautiful man! Oh, I’ve been longing for you! Dance with me, will you!?”
Irene was coughing, gasping, and wheezing as oxygen flooded back into her lungs, the woman’s body slumped in the kosode-no-te’s hold. Though dazed, Irene and Sesshōmaru both watched as Naraku’s body was completely torn apart… and then began to fade away, the tōkijin impaled in his chest where a heart should be, flowers petals drifting out of his mutilated body.
He was just a puppet. “Sesshōmaru…”
The fake Naraku observed them, his slowly vanishing and falling head watching as the demon lord glared hatefully down at him, the jatai squeezing Sesshōmaru tight and doing her best to restrain him.
“So that’s what you chose. Heh… until next time, then. Make sure to take good care of Irene’s soul for me. If you can keep her alive…”
The rest happened all too fast.
Irene had been swept away, dragged off by the kosode-no-te and rammed into a tree as she tried to light the fabric aflame. Her scream was piercing, bloodcurdling and chilling- even to someone such as he, Sesshōmaru, who has heard many such screams in the past. Perhaps it was because it was Irene who screamed that he found himself so affected by it, the man fighting even harder against the annoying jatai keeping him bound.
Whatever the case… he knew the damage done by the ghost must have been immense, the woman having a particular weakness towards such a demon. Ghosts, or rather yurei-type demons in general, are her toughest opponents. It was rather unfortunate, but as a priestess who worked with spirits it was likely inevitable. That said, the scream Irene just let out had been far worse than the one she released when they had first met, back when they were surrounded and she was writhing on the damaged floor.
Blood was spilling from her lips, and from her ears and nose and eyes. Her tears were stained red.
Sesshōmaru… was still failing.
He was failing to protect her. To keep her safe. He had scolded Inuyasha so severely for this very thing, and yet… now Sesshōmaru was the incompetent one?
No. Absolutely not. He refuses.
Irene will be fine.
As if sensing his thoughts, the woman had just managed to push herself up, stumbling forward towards him and the possessed obi. Irene spouted some broken words as she hurled a fireball his way, yelling at the spirit to get away from him.
It was just enough to scare the jatai- and it gave Sesshōmaru the opportunity he needed to try and shred her.
Away with you!
Irene fell back to her knees, but Sesshōmaru slashed and clawed at the obi.
He lunged at the jatai, claws already glowing green, but the fabric was fast- slithering and curling around his attacks like some kind of snake. It could loosen when needed and go slack, slipping through an attack, or tighten in an attempt to trip him up. Sesshōmaru attempted to spray the creature, but the jatai just laughed, flying upwards.
“Your desperation only makes you more attractive, handsome!” The fabric cackled, twisting into a thin and tight coil. “Let me hear your voice!”
Sesshōmaru was beyond annoyed, hearing such distasteful comments and seeing the jatai throw herself at him again. Wherever he slashed, the jatai avoided. Whenever he tried to spray the fabric with his acid, the jatai slipped just out of range. He couldn’t cut the jatai with a sword because it was fabric, either. It was the most irritating opponent he’s had to fight yet, and one he definitely considered more of a nuisance than a threat.
But it was definitely a threat to Irene- though not the only threat.
The Tenjō Kudari.
Sesshōmaru quickly caught wind of the attic dweller, his eyes snapping to the side to see the old woman peering out from the trees. He could smell the Nue flying their way as well, but it was not so immediate a threat. The biggest concern was the Tenjō Kudari- if she pierced Irene anywhere other than the fabric she was wearing, she would likely die from the blood loss.
And the attic dweller was already opening her mouth, long tongue shooting out towards the dazed, lightheaded brunette.
Judging by the trajectory, it was going for her throat. Irene was so exhausted from killing the spirit and aiding him that she was blind to its attack. She would die if something wasn’t done.
Irene-!
Sesshōmaru wasn’t aware of what possessed him at that moment.
Before he even realized what he was doing, he was already running, his right arm drawing back in preparation to strike, his claws extended. The wind was cold against his face, his long hair fluttering violently behind him as he ran at full speed. Sesshōmaru barely even felt the jatai lunge at him, though he was vaguely aware of her reaching out with both ends of the fabric to wrap around him, coiling around his waist and arm and throat, but she failed to slow him down as an unfamiliar desperation rose to the surface, mixing with his fury and giving him added strength and speed.
The dog demon found himself leaping through the air towards Irene, his lips curling back in a dangerous growl, blue specs dancing in his golden irises as he opened his mouth, fighting back an instinctive urge to howl as he slashed at the tongue that tried to pierce through the human woman’s exposed, slender neck.
Blood splattered in the air, the long piece of muscle he had sliced off flying in the air.
And then a large shadow hovered over both of them, a heat hitting him from behind, and Sesshōmaru found himself pushing the human woman down as he neared her, pinning Irene’s smaller form beneath him just as teeth dug into his right shoulder from behind, hot and burning, claws ripping through his right bicep and left shoulder blade. Tearing, digging. He felt the poison from the Nue’s fangs entering his bloodstream.
But Irene was alive.
Alive and gazing up at Sesshōmaru in pure horror as she blinked open her eyes and realized what had happened, the demon lord’s blood dripping onto the flower-patterned kimono she was wearing. Irene was pinned beneath him, safely shielded from the Nue’s claws and toxic fangs… and all because Sesshōmaru used his body to protect her.
He… He just…
Oh.
Oh, absolutely not.
Sesshōmaru did not just sacrifice his body to protect a mortal woman.
Yet, despite his disbelief, the pain of the injuries and poison now coursing through his bloodstream informed him he very much did just do exactly that. Blood was oozing into his pristine white clothing, staining the kimono crimson. Discomfort actually painted itself onto his features, and the most frustrating, humiliating part of it all was Irene bearing witness to it. He not only failed to protect her, he even allowed himself to get wounded in front of her, to show his pain in front of her.
Curse it all…
Naraku will pay for this.
How could this have happened…? When did his heart grow so weak? Sesshōmaru wanted to surpass his father, not become him; such emotions- love, affection, compassion- were all beneath him, as he strived to be the most powerful being alive, and he did not wish to lower himself for such ridiculous and base desires that have led even a demon as great as his father astray, especially for a human of all beings, and yet… here he was… acting like a fool because of a mortal woman. At what point did he grow soft for Irene?
Why didn’t he just let her die? He should’ve…
No.
It was too late for “should haves” and “what ifs”. The poison coursing through Sesshōmaru’s body right now was a reminder of that, the Nue’s claws and fangs only digging deeper into his flesh. Irene was trembling beneath him, but it was less from fear and more from seeing the usually untouchable demon lord injured. Rather than feel anger for allowing himself to get hurt to protect her, he found himself feeling a relief that Irene was alright instead- as well as an immense annoyance towards Naraku for the very heavy bruises wrapped around her throat.
This is ridiculous…
His father must have cursed him just before his death, as some wretched “final lesson” he wanted to impart onto him.
Sesshōmaru still remembered his final conversation with his late father so vividly, as they stood atop a hill on that cold winter’s night, blood dripping from his father’s arm and onto the pristine white snow below, icy waves crashing against the shore to their left. The almost disappointed curiosity in his father’s tone as he spoke…
It clung to his memory so strongly, it left Sesshōmaru feeling all the more bitter.
“Why do you seek power, my son?” A simple question.
One his father already knew the answer to, as he had asked the boy the same question many times before. “The path I walk is the Way of Supreme Conquest, and it is power that will reveal the way for me.”
“Supreme Conquest…” His father had muttered, battered and worn from a battle he had barely won- yet not without a great cost. The massive gash he bore, pooling blood from his waist to his right shoulder, was proof of it. “Tell me, Sesshōmaru; have you someone… to protect?”
Someone… to protect?
Perhaps that question was the curse. For his response to his father had been a firm, “No. I, Sesshōmaru, have no need of such.”
Because now, here Sesshōmaru was, many years later, protecting someone, a mortal woman, with his own body. Healing from these injuries was going to be quite the nuisance with so much poison coursing through his bloodstream.
“Why would I have any reason to waste my time protecting someone?”
Scowling, Sesshōmaru snapped himself out of his memory, hearing the wretched jatai start laughing again.
He could feel the fabric squeeze his throat and hold tight to his arm, restraining it and keeping the limb held just above Irene’s head from where he had sliced the Tenjō Kudari’s tongue in half. His legs were on either side of Irene’s hips, keeping her pinned securely beneath him and safely shielded from any immediate danger that could come from the Nue. The woman looked terrified, her face unnaturally pale from the bloodloss she suffered earlier, her eyes wide with horror as she continued to stare up at the wounded Sesshōmaru and the demons restraining him.
Pinned and wounded as she was, Irene could do nothing against the Nue, Jatai, or Tenjō Kudari. She was only able to watch as Sesshōmaru continued to bleed out from above her, more and more of his blood dripping onto her once beautiful kimono.
Irene’s flinch didn’t go unnoticed by the demon lord.
“Almost! Almost there!” The jatai cackled, cooing at them like they were prey. “Oooooh, that was a beautiful sound. One more time? Pretty please? Sing for me, beautiful!”
Hearing her consistent taunting, the demon lord- both in pain and beyond a little frustrated- curled his lips back in a growl. He used all his strength to push back against the beast that was digging its claws and fangs into him, simultaneously fighting back against the jatai and clawing at the Nue’s hideous face.
Sesshōmaru was tired of these insults. “Silence!”
With a loud roar, the chimera demon was sent stumbling back before lunging at him with its tail, and as the possessed strip of fabric unraveled from his form Sesshōmaru was quick to dodge his enemies’ attacks, fury and hate guiding his movements as he slashed back at them. The demon lord didn’t give the jatai a chance to escape, wrapping the bundle of pink fabric up in his fist and melting her away with his acid spray.
Sesshōmaru could feel his arm beginning to grow numb from the chimera’s poison. The exposed part of his skin was turning more and more purple with each passing second, blood dripping down his slender arm. His chest was rising-and-falling heavily, and even breathing was starting to feel difficult.
Protecting Irene was going to be quite the feat, but there were only two demons left. The situation wasn’t entirely out of his control.
He should be able to find a way to emerge the victor.
That said, Sesshōmaru could hear Irene moving about behind him, her legs shifting against the bloody grass. He observed the Nue closely as it struggled to push itself up onto its feet, his eyes narrowing as he glanced to the side to watch the Tenjō Kudari as it hissed at him. Sesshōmaru kept his arm outstretched, shielding the weakened woman kneeling a little ways behind him, who was presently muttering to herself as she picked up some of the talismans that were scattered along the ground.
What am I doing? He found himself pondering, struggling to process his own odd behavior. Do I, Sesshōmaru, truly harbor… feelings for this woman?
Such a thought was greatly disconcerting.
Sesshōmaru should have let Irene die to the Tenjō Kudari; he could always just revive her again later, even if it meant breaking his promise. He shouldn’t have thrown himself over her the way he did. It would have been more rational and efficient to let her die so he could kill these two vermin with his tōkijin, and then revive her afterwards with the tenseiga.
But Sesshōmaru had shielded Irene anyway, saving her and protecting her, even though there wasn’t anything rational or efficient about such a decision at all.
Father…
The demon lord narrowed his eyes, his gaze burning like molten vats of gold as he glared at his opponents. Blood continued to drip from his numbing arm.
This was simply a misjudgment on my part. I do not accept this outcome. I, Sesshōmaru, have feelings for a human woman?
Absolutely not.
Perhaps it would explain his bad mood and great irritation towards those who have tried to force themselves on Irene in the past, but he will not accept that explanation. He is the great Sesshōmaru- a dog demon born of a princess and a mighty general. There is no world in which he would make the same mistake as his father and idiotic half-brother.
There is no world in which Sesshōmaru would surrender his heart to anyone, nonetheless a human. Why would he? There is no need for such when in the pursuit of power, and power is all that he needs.
Power is how he’ll surpass his late father… and it is with his power that he’ll remove any foes or obstacles standing in his way.
Love… affection… compassion…
It is all unnecessary.
These so-called “feelings” can just be discarded.
Sesshōmaru will never love a mortal woman; furthermore, he will never sacrifice himself for one. This was merely a miscalculation on his part- believing the Nue to be less of a threat than it actually is. He didn’t sacrifice himself for Irene- not at all- and even if he did…
He would never allow such a sacrifice to be in vain.
Irene will not die here.
Neither of them will die here. Not to such petty opponents, and most certainly not to one of Naraku’s ridiculous traps.
These vermin were going to die by his hand, and Irene, that frustrating woman, is going to stop avoiding him and will finally look at him and give him a proper smile. She will talk to him again and sit beside him, and will then realize how much of a mistake she made by ignoring him, and everything will go back to how it should be. Whatever “more” it is that they are, or whatever “more” it is that’s tying them together, will vanish- and with it these feelings- when she returns to her era, and then there will be nothing at all, as there was nothing between them to begin with.
Sesshōmaru won't accept any other outcome.
For now, however… he needs to focus on the battle at hand.
The demon lord’s gaze flicked from one opponent to the next, observing their movements closely, waiting for either an opening or for them to strike. After what felt like an eternity, the poison wearing Sesshōmaru’s body down little by little…
The Nue and Tenjō Kudari finally attacked.
The former opened its large baboon mouth, displaying its hideous fangs, while the latter screeched like a banshee that was trapped in the midst of an exorcism, her long black hair growing in length and shooting towards both the demon lord and the human woman with incredible speed.
But no sooner had Sesshōmaru made to summon his poison whip and lash out at them both… did Irene scramble to her feet and run towards the danger, the talismans she picked up in her right hand ready to be thrown. Her bare feet pounded against the ground, the blue shades of her bloodied dirt-covered kimono holding strong despite all the abuse it was put through. Sesshōmaru was in disbelief, seeing the priestess running past him.
“Irene-!?” Her name slipped past his lips before he knew he was already calling out for her, the brunette not at all seeming to hear him.
Sesshōmaru could scarcely believe the level of foolishness she was showing. Of all the reckless acts she’s committed in the past and that he knew she would commit in the future, this was one he never expected. Irene was going to get herself killed at this rate, and with his body so badly injured he might not be fast enough to save her. If either of those demons reached her, she would undoubtedly be killed.
What on earth was she thinking?
Irene has always been reckless, but she was normally clever about it. Why would she do something so phenomenally stupid? Did she think she could get away with risking her life because he was here? Did Irene believe she’d survive because Sesshōmaru would keep her safe?
Audacious woman-!
How dare she risk herself like this! How dare she choose this moment of all moments to finally rely on him?
Though irritated by her actions, Sesshōmaru found himself chasing after her without much thought, ready to wrap her in his fur and fly away in a tactical retreat. Now was not the time for her to be reckless, especially since he was not in a state to be protecting her. He normally didn’t mind providing cover for her seeing as she could protect herself just fine normally, but with how things have turned out…
It was an extremely unwise course of action to run straight towards certain death.
Sesshōmaru could see flames burst to life on the talismans the brunette was carrying. He saw the way she threw the paper charms towards their opponents with all her might. Her dark hair was messy and untamed as it rustled about with each movement, fluttering around her shoulders and the shorter stands curling around her battered face. Parting her lips, Irene’s voice was loud and hoarse, a great determination dancing in her bronze eyes, the woman screaming a name Sesshōmaru did not know, but soon would come to dread-
“Kyokkiro!”
Sesshōmaru’s feet came to an abrupt halt. He snapped his head up, his eyes widening as shock settled into his being.
That name she just called…
It was a name befitting a demon.
Sesshōmaru… had always found it odd that a mere dog had been designated as a spiritual familiar for an Onmyōji priestess such as herself, when Onmyōdō were known to work with nature and spirits to bind or exorcise malevolent demons and ghosts. But, despite everything, despite all of the oddities and strangeness that associated itself with Irene, he never once entertained such a wretched idea of the dog’s appearance being an illusion. He never once imagined the dog was a demon.
Roh…
He was the spirit of a dog demon, who had once been named “Kyokkiro” in life. It was easy to tell from how small his true form was- as compared to Sesshōmaru himself, who was utterly massive when transformed- that Kyokkiro was but a child. He wasn't at all anywhere close to being a full grown demon, having not been able to reach adulthood before his untimely death… but he was a dog demon all the same.
Sesshōmaru watched in stunned silence as the fiery beast devoured both the Nue and Tenjō Kudari like they were nothing, gobbling up their forms and spitting them out as talismans. The former even offered itself up as a new spirit.
A spirit for Irene to accept into her ranks and control as she pleases.
Irene’s familiar… is a dog demon?
So much of the mystery that was the time traveling Irene was starting to make sense, and yet- so much still remained an enigma. What does this mean? If her familiar is a dog demon, that means Kyokkiro was either killed and turned into a spirit or was captured after his death, his spirit no more than a wandering soul searching for purpose. And as for Sesshōmaru…
Sesshōmaru himself is a dog demon.
No.
For what reason would Irene turn on him? Why would she betray him? She may be a priestess, but she didn’t go around exorcising demons like others did. They may not be allies, but they aren’t enemies either. She even holds a one-sided affection for him, foolish though it may be.
So why does he feel this sense of dread?
Am I… afraid? Of this frail mortal woman, who was struggling to stand but a few feet away from him? Do I feel threatened by her?
Impossible.
Irene has no reason to seal him away. Sesshōmaru has caused no harm to her, nor has he ever threatened her. Yet he also hasn’t… ever given her reason to not seal him away. It was well known that Sesshōmaru has little care for humans, and while he’s gone out of his way to rescue her from her own foolishness and has tried to cover for her weakness by gifting her armor and fending off the demons that threatened to overwhelm her, it was less out of kindness and camaraderie and more a sense of necessity. She was capable, but still frail.
Still vulnerable.
Irene needs power. She needs more spirits under her command so she can withstand and survive the forces after her life, to defend herself from those that covet her soul, and to keep herself safe from those who would wish to force themselves upon her. With this newfound ability of hers, she was able to seal away their demonic opponents, and even pulled the incredibly dangerous Nue into her arsenal of spirits.
If Irene so chose to do so, with how badly wounded he is right now, she may just succeed in bending Sesshōmaru to her will.
Sesshōmaru… has made a grave mistake.
The more he thinks about it, the more he’s realizing that Irene has plenty of reasons to seal him away and force him into her little army. She was an honest soul, one with a loyal heart, but that loyalty wasn’t directed towards him. It was towards his little brother, Inuyasha.
Even though that fool hurt her, she was still furious with Sesshōmaru for insulting him.
Even though she chose to stay with Sesshōmaru, her loyalty still lied with his brother who made her cry; and, given how much Sesshōmaru avoided and ignored her these past few days, and how he didn’t say or do anything in response to her peace offering this morning, Irene may have given up on making amends. Perhaps she’s had enough of him and would use this perfect opportunity to backstab him and take his power for her own.
Poisoned as he was, Sesshōmaru can barely feel his arm anymore. To pass up on this opportunity would make her a total fool. She could obtain both him and his power. The object of her affection would forever be trapped at her side, and she would be able to control him as she pleased. It was simultaneously the perfect revenge and the smartest move she could make in this moment.
For all her faults, Irene isn’t an idiot. She just behaves like one sometimes.
Irene…
First and foremost, Irene is a priestess, one who has the ability to seal away strong demons and bend them to her will.
She’s a threat.
One he doesn’t quite have the will to remove, though he knows he should. Every instinct Sesshōmaru has is telling him to act. To kill her. He can’t risk her betraying him. He has to kill the priestess before she can turn on him.
So why is it so hard to attack?
The priestess’ back was facing him; if he could just lunge at her with his claws and spray her with his demonic acid…
It would be so easy to kill her.
“Shut up… a-and… let him go-!”
His fingers twitched, ready to strike, only to fall slack.
Sesshōmaru would not kill her here. He’s already lost a lot of blood and can barely move his arm. He can’t fight like this. He’ll consider this a repayment of debt, for how she attacked the jatai to allow him the movement he needed to wound the annoying spirit.
She covered for him, frustrating as it was to admit, so he’d spare the priestess her life for now.
Watching the woman closely, the sclera of his eyes bleeding red, his blue irises tracked her every movement. The demon lord observed the brunette with an animalistic intensity as she fell to a knee, her dark brown hair fluttering around her shoulders as she wheezed and gasped. Someone so… frail has never looked more dangerous, drenched in blood and covered head-to-toe in dirt, and… it angered him, seeing how beautiful she looked despite the mess.
Irene has never once been a dainty flower to Sesshōmaru… but now he knows why.
As a priestess, she has always been a poison- one incompatible with his own. He can’t remove foreign toxins from his body as easily as it would be for him to expel or detoxify his own. He even held affections for her, a mortal, something he had sworn he would never do time and again, and it was clouding his judgment.
It made him reckless. Foolish.
This woman-
This priestess…
-must die.
Just not at this moment.
He needs to run.
Sesshōmaru’s mind slowly being overruled by his own survival instincts as the Nue’s poison hold became truly worrisome, he carefully took a step back- then another, and then another, backing away slowly and silently until he was out of the human woman’s view. Fighting against the rising panic, he tried to assess the situation calmly.
He was too injured to try and fight such a powerful priestess. With his only arm near entirely numb, his only weapon at the moment are his fangs- and he can’t use them like this. It’s too risky. The priestess’ familiar is also still active and could reach him in a single bound if he tried anything. Transforming would just be a burden, as his poisoned arm would be unable to withstand his weight, and his enlarged size would simply make him a bigger target.
Sesshōmaru has to retreat.
In a state where he would be unable to properly defend himself should she attack, Sesshōmaru left the area while the short-haired priestess was distracted.
Flying away with all the strength he had left to somewhere far, far away where she would be unable to find him, the demon lord settled down deep in the forest, using his demonic aura to scare off any pitiful vermin that would dare come near. Remaining completely still, the spread of the poison came to a slow, but his wounds weren’t healing the way they should.
Sesshōmaru had successfully kept his calm and fled, but despite several hours passing he wasn’t recovering at all.
The scent of his blood would serve as an invitation to lesser beasts, and those demons who knew of him would certainly try their luck at taking his life while he was so badly wounded. It wouldn’t be the first time foolish pests tried to challenge him…
Sesshōmaru had to fend off more than his fair share of demons when he first lost his left arm. Yet those same demons underestimated his prowess, and all died pathetic deaths. Any foolish humans that stumbled upon him by chance and tried their luck at killing a wounded demon met a similar fate.
Unfortunately, defending himself will be much more difficult this time around with the Nue’s poison circulating in his system. To think that he nearly made the same mistake as his father…
To think that he almost fell prey to a priestess’ spell like his brother-
Sesshōmaru can’t believe how foolish he’s been. He knows better than to trust a mortal priestess. He knows not to surrender his heart to one. Yet, here he was, suffering the consequences as the chimera demon’s poison slowly crawled its way towards his heart.
Now, to make it all the more shameful, the mortal priestess he so foolishly protected and chose not to kill somehow found him.
He could hear the rustling of the bushes, the crunching of leaves with each step she took. Her scent flooded his senses before he could even hear her, but the demon lord was unable to move. It was all he could do just to jerk forward and growl out a warning towards her, silently demanding with a ferocious glare that she leave him be. That wretched familiar of hers was back in its deceitful form of a mere dog, the flames of its body burning a brilliant crimson and lighting up the darkness of the impending night.
For him to be there, for her to be here…
There was only one explanation; they must have come to take his life and add his spirit to the priestess’ little army.
Sesshōmaru made the foolish decision to allow the priestess to keep her life, but if she went out of her way to seek him out then there won’t be any more mercy. She should not have found him, but she did. The spirit by her side made her intentions plenty clear.
Either she leaves him be or she dies.
Sesshōmaru… did not wish to kill her, but given her boldness in approaching him despite his growls, she clearly didn’t care whether or not she died. The priestess ignored all the warning signs, pushing through the paralyzing weight of his demonic aura and drawing nearer. She was stammering out excuse after excuse, trying to lure him into a false sense of security, but all that she said went in one ear and out the other as his growls grew even louder.
The demon lord’s aura was spiking, growing even more intense and suffocating as the woman dared to get so close she was practically sitting beside him.
Face stretching and growing white with fur, the stripes on his cheeks shifted into something more jagged. The sharp fangs that were already bared at her elongated considerably, becoming even sharper, and the priestess flinched back a little upon seeing Sesshōmaru’s features become less humanoid and more dog-like.
Despite it all, however, she still didn’t run away. Instead, she reached out towards the collar of his kimono with her right hand…
So, without further adieu, the dog demon attacked.
Sesshōmaru can’t remember the last time he’s ever felt this threatened. Even when he had lost his left arm, he still had a means to defend himself- yet now he could barely even move. It was shameful and infuriating and… he found himself afraid. He was badly wounded, his injuries still bleeding out as the poison in his system interfered with the healing process.
This woman before him was an extremely dangerous priestess, and he was not going to take any risks.
Not anymore. Not with her.
Sesshōmaru didn’t hesitate in burying his sharp teeth in the arm she used to reach out to him, and he tore through the thick fabric with his fangs, willing his demonic power to add toxins to his saliva, letting the poison seep through the fabric and into the wounds he was currently giving her. The taste of blood was pungent, the liquid thick on his tongue. The scent of fear filled the air. It was unsettling, especially when he saw those chestnut eyes he had once found so fascinating gazing into his own with shock shimmering in their bronze and honey gold depths.
But it meant nothing.
This priestess was a threat- and if she longed for death so badly he would give it to her.
I will not fall under your spell.
Hearing her Shikigami familiar begin to bark aggressively, haunches raising as if in preparation to leap at Sesshōmaru, the demon lord let out another low yet very loud growl, and he used what strength he had left in his forearm to lift his hand, digging his claws into the priestess’ left thigh as deep as he could manage with how numb his body was.
Then… he raked his claws downwards.
The scream that pierced his ears was bloodcurdling and beyond unsettling. It rattled his bones and made what blood remained in his body run cold. What remained of a once beautiful kimono quickly became stained with the heavy pooling red of human blood, and he used what strength he had left to burn her with a light acid spray, emitting just enough toxins that she would fall dead in a day or two if the blood loss didn’t kill her first.
He will not let her possess him. He will not be relegated to a mere spirit.
Sesshōmaru will never bow his head in servitude to another. If he has to tear her leg to shreds, if he has to bite through her arm and tear it off, if he has to threaten to transform to get the message across, then that’s what he’ll do.
He did not desire to kill this woman, but he will.
You will not have me.
Sesshōmaru didn’t release his hold on her even as she slumped over, the priestess gasping and shuddering and choking on the tears that dripped down her battered face. Blood was pooling in the grass around them, human and demon life force mixing together in a concoction that most would find quite disgusting and would wish to avoid.
It was something most… unnatural.
“G-Go…” The woman choked out, her voice incredibly rough. She was neither looking at him nor her spirit.
Sesshōmaru finally began to pay attention to what was being said, though it would’ve been difficult to make out what she was saying if his hearing wasn’t so sensitive.
It was honestly impressive she could speak at all. “Soul. I-Inside… soul. Go.”
The flame-engulfed demon spirit whimpered.
Sesshomaru’s blue irises moved to focus on the creature, his features continuing to shift into something more and more demonic and dog-like as he snarled into the priestess’ arm, his sharp teeth digging deeper. He watched the Shikigami familiar glance back and forth between him and its master before nodding and vanishing in a burst of red fire.
Confusion immediately flooded Sesshōmaru’s being, seeing the spirit disappear, but the biggest threat was now gone. The creature needed to seal him away has left the vicinity.
All that was left is… her.
Sesshōmaru turned his gaze back to the brunette he had poisoned, and who he was still making bleed. He felt the warmth of her blood dripping down his chin and soaking his hand. She was trembling with fear. Crying. She was finally looking at him.
And…
“I… I won’t… I won’t hurt you.”
She was smiling.
“It’s… okay. I-I just… want to help. Le… Let… me help. Please. It’s okay.”
Oh.
“You… You recognize me, right?”
Sesshōmaru felt the worst of his demonic aura lessen.
He shouldn’t relax- he should kill her- and in no way should he give her the benefit of the doubt, but gazing into those misty eyes of hers- as dark as tree bark on a rainy day- he realized he couldn’t detect a single hint of malice. Her voice, though hoarse and incredibly rough, was soft and gentle, and there was also something rather… soothing about it.
Her smile- there wasn’t anything fake about it.
She was in excruciating pain, but the priestess was being completely sincere. Even as more and more tears dripped down her blood-stained cheeks, her smile, though shaky, never faltered, and never once surrendered its warmth and affection. “I-It’s me. Y-You recognize me… right? Irene?”
What a ridiculous, frustrating woman indeed.
“Y-You… s-saved me from some undead… when we met.”
Why did he let her live that first meeting?
Sesshōmaru knew she was friends with his little brother when he first met her, that she was traveling with the half-demon, but he saved her regardless. It had merely been a whim, a moment of mere curiosity more than anything else, yet now they’ve become so entangled there was no unraveling the strings of fate tying them to one another. Their destinies were forever intertwined. And now, because of that… she was here.
Irene was here, and though he knew he should kill her it was becoming increasingly more difficult to actually do so.
Seeing her smile widen, what little will Sesshōmaru had left to tear her apart began to crumble.
“You saved me, Sesshōmaru.” Irene told him gently. “I’m not… going to hurt you. I just… want to help you.”
He’s never felt so tired.
“Please.”
This frustrating, forever confusing, reckless woman… has had his heart from the day they met, hasn’t she?
How irritating. It wouldn’t be half as bad if she were a demon, but instead Irene’s a human priestess with the ability to seal him away. It was truly bothersome.
He needs to kill her; he should kill her-
So why doesn’t he want to kill her?
Irene is going to die in a day or two due to the poison now circulating in her system, but a part of him doesn’t desire that. He found himself contemplating detoxifying his poison in order to save her, but… why should he? She was a threat. Irene was a mortal and a priestess, and the most humiliating part of it all was the fact that she stole his heart. Allowing his poison to claim her life would be the easiest way to get rid of her and remove such a weakness from his life.
He could avoid following in his foolish father’s footsteps. This would be the perfect opportunity to get rid of the one person who could destroy everything he’s ever worked for simply by existing. If he let the poison take her life, then Sesshōmaru could ensure he would never lower himself by foolishly taking a human woman as a wife. He could spare himself a century of trouble.
And yet…
Irene simply continued to smile, her pale pink lips tilting upwards in a shaky grin, the corners of her round eyes crinkling with boundless warmth and affection and… trust.
Glaring the brunette down, piercing blue eyes boring into teary brown, Sesshōmaru found his jaw slowly loosening its grip on her arm. Searching her face, the dog demon found himself calming down, the heavy warmth of her blood dripping down his chin as his irises gradually shifted from blue back to their usual gold.
Irene was struggling to regulate her breathing, the pain still prominent on her face despite her best attempts to hide it… but she wasn’t going to attack him.
Sesshōmaru’s fingers twitched from where they were buried in her thigh. Unable to move with much finesse, he wasn’t able to be gentle about removing his claws from her, instead dragging them out of her flesh until his hand was resting limp against the red-stained grass. His facial features shifted from white and furry to pale smooth skin, the demon lord less dog and more humanoid in appearance now. Still a little suspicious of her intentions, Sesshōmaru didn’t remove his fangs from Irene’s arm for quite some time, although his jaw had noticeably relaxed.
Yet the second he finally calmed down enough to do so… realizing Irene truly meant no ill will and would not use her ability on him…
She practically collapsed in the pool of blood, legs going limp as she slumped and gasped, only to break out into a massive coughing fit. Even though Irene needed power to survive, even though this was the perfect opportunity to backstab and take his strength for her own, even though he had poisoned and harmed her, she had no desire to betray him. The veins on her right arm were gradually turning green, but she paid them little heed as she instead focused her dazed bronze gaze on Sesshōmaru.
Her blue clothes were completely stained red now, her dark hair a mess, the bruises and burns around her throat hideous and unseemly, her face battered and scratched all over, but those eyes of hers…
They remained so frustratingly beautiful.
Sesshōmaru doesn’t understand it. Irene just doesn’t make any sense. Why wouldn’t she attack him? Why wouldn’t she take his power for her own? Why did he fall for her? It wasn’t as if Irene was particularly remarkable, merely more impressive than the average mortal in terms of ability and strength, but regardless his heart had been taken by her.
Was she not angry with him? Was that anger not enough to seal him away?
Her actions just… don't make any sense to him.
Sesshōmaru only became more confused upon seeing her move to grab the box she brought with her- the one full of dubious medicine. He watched as the movement she made caused excruciating pain to erupt in her injured leg, a sharp cry strangling itself as she fell forward and landed flat on the palms of her hands. Blood was gushing forth out of her thigh, and as she gasped for breath she fumbled for the box and dragged it closer, yanking out a bandage to wrap up her arm, before grabbing some odd-looking cutters to slice up her kimono so she could tend to her leg.
It was quite a pitiful sight, but it only served to show that, despite his wounded state, Sesshōmaru had done quite the number on her frail body.
Irene turned away so he couldn’t make out everything she was doing- however, it was obvious she was working to stop the bleeding. She was crying, choking back tears and sobs and whimpers of pain, but she was working quickly and efficiently to save herself. Irene did pause briefly to observe the gashes in her thigh, most likely noticing the burns and the poison that had taken root, but hurried to wrap it up instead of letting her thoughts wander.
At the very least, she wouldn’t die of blood loss…
But unless she takes an antidote, or Sesshōmaru detoxifies the poison himself, she’ll likely die in a day or two.
Irene… what are you thinking?
She was in immense pain, but the brunette didn’t hesitate in wiping the blood off her hands and rolling up her sleeves, showcasing the bandage on her forearm as well as the many bruises from the recent battle and multiple scars. The next thing she did was turn to face him, shifting to sit on her knees with her hands held up to show she meant no harm.
Sesshōmaru stared down at her with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes, silently demanding what she was planning.
When Irene spoke, it was in broken sentences, her brown gaze unfaltering and determined, “P-Poison… in you. Gotta… bandage… or will k-keep bleeding.”
She’d been poisoned herself, yet was tending to him first?
What a ridiculous woman. It was more prudent that she take an antidote than to focus on his injuries. Irene was always the stubborn woman, however, and this time Sesshōmaru was careful not to lash out when she reached over to grasp the collar of his kimonos.
“S-Sorry.” She stammered out.
It didn’t take long for her to open the torn fabric, exposing his shoulders and part of his chest. He did find it slightly humiliating, shameful even, having a human woman undress him, as he was a proud demon who despised showing weakness and letting others see himself in such a damaged state, yet Irene continued to show no signs of malice.
Irene simply observed his wounds with visible horror, watching the way more blood dripped from the bite and claw marks.
The skin from his elbow all the way up his shoulder, stretching to his collarbone, was a hideous mix of purple and red. It was clear even to Irene that the poison was spreading fast, and if left untreated it would undoubtedly reach his heart in just a few hours.
Sesshōmaru’s eyes flitted downwards to observe her hands, which were still gripping the fabric of his kimonos.
She’s trembling.
Why? He could smell the fear, but it didn’t seem to be because of him. Was it… for him?
Does Irene… truly wish to help me?
Irene would be better off taking his life now and forcing him under her command. It was the missed opportunity of a lifetime to not take advantage of his weakened state. Had it been Tōran or Naraku, the demon lord had no doubt that they would either kill him or try to take his powers for themselves. Perhaps even Inuyasha would try to take this chance to lash out at him, in revenge for the way he’s treated him in the past.
So why isn’t Irene?
Why is she fumbling to remove his armor and kimonos with the hope of mending his wounds, muttering with her damaged voice about how to take care of him?
It was so…
Ugh.
It was endearing.
Irene worked so hard trying to figure out how to unlatch his armor without hurting herself further or making him uncomfortable, and was even more careful when handling his demonic blades. The way her thick brows furrowed, her bottom lip sticking out in a slight pout as she bit down on it in focus… every single twitch in her face, the flutter of her lashes, was impossible for Sesshōmaru not to notice. It was almost mesmerizing. Irene was so cautious the entire time she tended to him, and was even more considerate. It baffled him.
She had every reason to seal him away, to curse him and take advantage of his vulnerable and weakened state, yet she actively chose to help him instead.
Irene was still loyal to his half-brother, even though Inuyasha shattered her heart with his thoughtless words and cut her off from his life… but despite all that, despite how Sesshōmaru upset her by insulting the half-demon, despite how frustrated she was with him for avoiding her, she…
Irene… was devoted to him.
He poisoned her, and she’s helping him. Even now she’s apologizing to him, sitting up on her knees and untying the hair ribbon around her wrist to hold it up for him to see- making clear her intentions before reaching forward to tie his long hair back and out of the way of any injuries. He found himself holding his breath when her face drew close to his, the brunette pointedly avoiding his gaze as her battered face flushed red.
Sesshōmaru searched Irene’s features the entire time she fiddled with the ribbon, wanting to make sure he wasn’t misreading this. But, before he could be certain of it, of her intentions and of what it was he was feeling, the woman was already pulling away, sitting back down and rummaging through that odd white box.
“Poison… poison… antidote…” Her face lit up with a large smile upon finding what she was looking for.
Lifting up a clear container full of herbs, she struggled to open it, and Sesshōmaru watched with the mildest hint of amusement as she almost sent the object flying when she finally unlatched the lid. The way she struggled to catch it was just as entertaining.
Irene, even as badly injured and poisoned as she was, remained utterly ridiculous.
Turning around to face him, the brunette held the odd container out to him, a gleam of nervousness in her wide brown eyes. Her right arm was looking terribly purple by now, the veins going up to her elbow an acidic green, but she paid it no mind. “A-Antidote. Can… Can you eat it?”
After a long moment of observing her, he tilted his head, raising one of his eyebrows ever-so-slightly.
This ridiculous woman… truly means to help me.
Why? He can hardly believe it’s because of her affection for him. After everything he’s done, she has no reason to show such devotion towards him. Is she truly just that soft?
Or… could it be that her feelings for me are just that strong?
It was such a ridiculous notion, yet seeing how desperately she tried to convince him the herbs were safe, taking the most useless amount into her mouth and swallowing them, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was the truth.
Irene looked so sweet, flashing him a weak smile as she tried not to cringe at the taste of leaves. “Safe.”
Sesshōmaru could have completely torn off her arm and yet, somehow, he felt almost certain that she would still smile at him the way she was now. She wasn’t like Jaken, who stayed with him out of greed- the imp in awe of his power and wishing to have a position in the empire he planned to create, but instead stayed by his side because she enjoyed being with him. Irene, unlike his demon ward, was honest and truly believed in his abilities. She adored him.
How could one woman be so…
Unbelievable?
Sesshōmaru’s dark lashes fluttered, his golden eyes less molten with suspicion and more smoldering with a baffled and disbelieving affection as he gazed down at the brunette. “…What are you doing, Irene?”
“No idea!” She laughed, responding immediately, only to pause and snap her head up to look at him. “Y-You-! A-Are you- how are- urk…”
Irene started to cough again, her battered face twisting in pain.
“Eugk…” The exhausted, weakening woman almost fell over, but clamped her mouth to try and silence herself, her eyes squeezing tightly shut until her coughing fit ceased. After a few seconds, she swallowed thickly and blinked away the tears, and inhaled shakily as she looked up at him again. “S-So…rry.”
Irene is even apologizing again, despite there being no need for it anymore.
“Y-You can’t… heal… b-because of the… the poi… poison, right?” She held up the container, flashing him another strained smile. “So… antidote.”
Sesshōmaru really will never understand this frustrating human being.
Letting out a low hum, he narrowed his eyes at her, staring down the brunette as he tried once more to understand what strange thoughts were running through her head. Clearly ones he would never be able to decipher, as her next course of action were to take out the tiniest and oddest pair of pincers he’s ever seen. Irene picked up a much larger amount of antidote herbs this time, then stood on up on her knees, trembling from the pain, and looked up at him with hopeful eyes.
“H-Here.” The brunette held the medicine close to his mouth, causing the demon lord to simply stare at her. Did she truly think he’d stooped so low as to allow a mortal to spoonfeed him? He wasn’t a child. He may not be able to move the only arm he has, but he hasn’t yet lost his pride. “I-It’ll help. Y-You can smell the medicine on them, right?”
That said, her sincerity was quite persuasive.
“I-I ate some, too, so…”
Sesshōmaru was not considering this. Absolutely not. He wasn’t about to allow a human woman to feed him like this.
“I-If it was poison, I’d probably be… d-dying… already… r-right?”
Slowly closing his eyes, he felt his brows furrows just slightly. Irene was quickly running out of breath from the poison in her system- poison that’s currently trying to kill her. Is she unaware of what he did? No, her spirits must have informed her; they were always communicating. Was she simply pretending, or was she unaware that it was a lethal dosage he sent coursing through her system?
Either way, hearing her say that, Sesshōmaru found himself frustrated- and utterly despised the twisting sensation in his chest.
Against his better judgment, he parted his lips- only to glare when she failed to feed him the medicine right away. This was humiliating enough; she didn’t need to drag it out for so long.
“O-Oh!” Irene let out a loud gasp, then carefully held the medicine out to him. Sesshōmaru accepted the herbs with a begrudgingly scowl. “Sorry…”
She shifted in her spot, wincing a little, fighting another cough.
Glancing up at him through her dark lashes, watching as he slowly chewed and swallowed the herbs, Irene tentatively spoke. “I-Is… Is it… Is it okay… i-if I r-remove your… kimonos… now? Th-They’re… in the way.”
Once again, Sesshōmaru found himself just staring at her.
Irene has never looked so uncomfortable, suffering both the long silence and the weight of his piercing gaze. The nervousness was evident in her face and her scent, and she began to shift- only to flinch once more as her wounds undoubtedly caused her excruciating pain. It was fairly impressive she hadn’t yet fallen unconscious, but it was not nearly as impressive as her audacity to ask the demon lord if she could undress him. She was neither a servant nor his lover, and she most certainly was not his wife.
He wasn’t ignorant of her feelings for him; injured as badly as he was, she very well could try to take advantage of him. Of course, that’s assuming Irene is just as much of a fool when it comes to her desires as other humans.
Narrowing his eyes in a fierce glare, Sesshōmaru contemplated his options. It wasn’t as if Irene has ever shown such foolishness before- in fact, she actually struggles to speak her mind and do what she wants without encouragement from others. Irene would have let herself be pushed around by his little brother and their friends if Sesshōmaru didn’t step in and give her the opportunity to speak.
Could such a woman truly have the heart to act in such a disgusting way? She wasn’t that weak.
After a while more, Sesshōmaru made his decision. “If you must.”
Irene looked so relieved he almost thought she’d start crying again. “Y-Yes, sir! Th… Thank… you. Sorry.”
Her senseless apology once again reiterated what he already believed. How could it not, when her hands were shaking as she set the metal pincers back in the dubious box, and as she reached out to tug his kimonos free of his hakama? She was so gentle as she slid the fabric down his wounded arm, being overly conscious of his wounds. Irene wasn’t cruel or disgusting in any sense of the word; she wasn’t like the bandits who wanted to use her and sell her off, and she wasn’t like that vermin who tried to force himself on her. She was…
She was Irene, a beautiful and peaceful creature- just as her name suggests.
Curse it all…
Sesshōmaru can almost hear his father laughing at him from beyond the grave. His jaw tightened, his teeth almost grinding together once he was left in only his hakama.
The scent of the woman’s arousal had reached his nose, even though she was pointedly trying not to stare, attempting to be respectful of him as she tended to his injuries. What angered him wasn’t the fact that she was attracted to him, it was the fact that he didn’t dislike the scent of her desire. He felt almost drawn to it.
But he wasn’t. Of course he wasn’t.
He’s Sesshōmaru.
Yet why, pray tell, was he unable to pull his gaze away from Irene the entire time she tended to him? Her touch seemed to burn his skin in a pleasant way, and every time her fingertips left him a coldness lingered in its place.
She wiped away the excess blood, cleaned his wounds, and clumsily stitched them up- her inexperience showing, but the determination to care for him stronger than ever. All the while, he could feel the poison slowing down to a halt, the antidote she fed him actually working.
“Water’s… there. In the flask. I-If you’re thirsty.” Irene muttered dazedly at one point, focused on the task yet having remembered that one little detail and wanting to share it with him.
By the time Irene had finished stitching, he could feel sensation returning to his arm in the form of an irritating tingling.
Irene, however, looked dizzier with each passing second, her face flushed from fever as the poison in her system took root. Her coughing grew more frequent, her breathing becoming a little shallow.
As Sesshōmaru healed, Irene worsened, but although it was eating away at her and wearing her down not once did the woman stop what she was doing.
She even took time to offer the previously mentioned flask of water to him, and in his silent acceptance of her help the demon lord parted his lips and allowed her to lift the flask to his mouth. The brunette poured the water slowly, making sure not to choke him with it, and surprised him once more after he nodded at her by wiping the few droplets of water that spilled down his chin with her sleeve. Rolling the fabric back up, Irene nodded back at him, and then she got to work applying ointment and prepping the bandages.
Attentive. Considerate. Respectful.
Devoted.
“O-Okay…” The woman breathed out. “Final part. Th-Then you can… t-toss me to the… the wolves or… something.”
Hah.
While Irene could not see it, Sesshōmaru found himself narrowing his eyes at her again. If she really thought that he would abandon her at this point, that he was going to let her die after all of this, then she was truly, without a doubt, an idiot. He would hate every second of it, but he is capable of detoxifying the poison in her system. The way of doing so was just… uncomfortable.
But Irene is not allowed to die.
Even if it’s by his hand.
Sesshōmaru observed her closely as she stood and wobbled and sat down, bandaging his wounds. The pain in her scent was near overwhelming now, yet it wasn’t anywhere near as close as it was back when they had first met and she had been on death’s door. Perhaps that’s why she’s even able to remain standing now; she was used to pain, as much as it hurt to bear, and though she wasn’t high from an adrenaline rush she was still able to move decently enough. Again and again, she got up, wobbled, and sat down in a different spot, tending to a different injury.
She could have killed him… taken advantage of him… sealed him away…
Instead, Irene chose to save him- regardless of the cost to herself. Even when she had finished bandaging him, dazed and coughing and pale as a winter’s snow, and collapsed on her rear in the pool of their mixed, drying blood, Irene still flashed him the brightest grin she could muster. She looked like an absolute mess, smelled even worse due to the blood and the fear and the poison and the pain corrupting her scent, and yet… there was still a charm to her. It was utterly baffling.
“D-Do you… want some more water?” She asked, her voice seeming even sweeter to the ears than usual. “H-How’re y-you… f… feeling?”
Why doesn’t she even focus on herself? Why be so concerned about the one who hurt her?
“A-Are you… h-hungry?”
Why choose Sesshōmaru over his little brother, whom everyone, even his father, seemed to prefer?
“I-I’ll go find some fruit!”
And… why was he suddenly so relaxed, watching her fret over him?
Sesshōmaru couldn’t help but watch Irene as she stumbled onto her feet and staggered in her efforts to walk, only to furrow his brows when the woman’s frail body suddenly lurched- and she had to hurriedly limp over to a bush. He was confused only momentarily as to why she was gagging into the foliage, until he realized it was due to the poison he flooded her system with.
It’s been a while since he last used such a low dose, he almost forgot that his poison induced vomiting.
His usual victim was Inuyasha, and because of the heavy amounts Sesshōmaru often sprayed into his little brother’s system there was less vomiting and more numbness as his senses gradually gave out on him. If he had pumped that much poison in Irene, it would have killed her immediately, but the demon lord was so greatly weakened from his injuries he had been unable to do any more than what he’d already done.
A good thing, perhaps, as it meant he wouldn’t have to use tenseiga on her again.
Irene… might have also hated him then.
Not that he’s concerned with that, however. Actually, had he killed her then, he wouldn’t have revived her at all- as he would have still believed her to be a threat.
How vexing.
In the distance, he could see the brunette kneeling down, heaving and gasping and coughing up a storm after emptying out her stomach contents. She was struggling so badly she was practically hyperventilating, and he could hear her groan beside a tree. “F-Freakin’ h-hell… hah…”
Irene struggled to stand. One of her legs appeared to be limp. Her arms flopped in the air as she walked. Yet still she did not fall. She instead dragged herself over to face him from several feet away, her arms dangling as he remained slumped over for a long moment, and then she straightened her back.
To his utter surprise, Irene beamed at him. “F-Fruits, right? C-Can’t… guarantee what I’ll find, but… h-hey! Better some food than no food, right? Just… r-rest up and heal! I’ll… I’ll be back. ‘Kay?”
Holding two fingers up in some odd gesture, she flashed the demon lord another grin and spun on her heel.
But… one step was all it took for her to collapse into a pool of blood.
Sesshōmaru could tell at a glance that she had finally fainted, the poison now too much for her feeble human body to bear. Completely collapsed on her front, it scarcely looked like she was breathing.
He let out a small sigh. “I will never understand you, Irene.”
At the very least, however, he knew he could trust her; to never betray him, and to never choose his brother over him. For whatever strange reason, she did not seek his power- even though it is power that she so desperately needs.
Fingers twitching, Sesshōmaru kept a close eye on the unconscious Irene as he waited for the rest of the feeling to return to his arm, knowing he would have to make haste in detoxifying the poison once he was able to move in order to preserve her life. Briefly, he pondered how many days it would take to rid her kimono of all the blood stains. He had chosen its design without much thought, or so he had previously believed, using the wildflowers she had tucked in his armor as reference, but given the turn of events it was clear he had put more thought into it than he realized.
Perhaps he should see about getting her another kimono after all, just so this one can have its stains removed.
“Irene,” Sesshōmaru called, twitching his hand again, an odd sort of impatience making itself known, as he could tell he’d be waiting at least another hour before he could move properly again, “if you die on me now, know that I will kill you after I reawaken you from the netherworld.”
The unconscious brunette offered no response, other than the shaky, stuttering breaths of air that left her parted lips.
Notes:
Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru. NO. TENSEIGA ONLY WORKS ONCE, OH GODS, HE CAN'T HEAR US, WE AREN'T IN THE FINAL ACT YET, HE DOESN'T KNOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!! Oh, where's Sess' mama when we need her???
Anyways.
HOOOOH THIS WAS TOUGH TO WRITE. On the bright side, the next chapter will STILL be Sess pov but entirely new events so I won't be suffering the entire time. :3 We'll also be able to move forward with plot! HUZZAH!!!!
73 pages.... hopefully I managed to keep everything interesting enough. It's hard doing POVs of events that have already happened. T_T
As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! Pretty please let me know what you think in the comments. 💕💕💕 Your comments give me life. :3
Chapter 52: Darkness Before The Dawn
Notes:
Fun fact! Totosai can heal burns, as a fire demon. Any guesses as to how?
Also I'm not totally satisfied with this chapter but it needs to be posted or it'll just hide in my google docs forever, so.... T_T hopefully you guys enjoy it. I did my best. So much stuff has been happening irl since the last chapter was posted. AGH.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
For a demon, an hour was normally nothing but a blink of an eye.
Yet, with Irene unconscious about ten feet away, struggling to cling to life as the poison ate away at her, the demon lord found it was passing by abnormally slow. There was little that could be done about it, as Sesshōmaru himself was poisoned and thus his movement was severely limited, but that didn’t mean he was accepting of the situation.
Irene had at least a day left, but with how frail her body was a part of him was convinced she only had half that amount of time.
Flexing his fingers again, Sesshōmaru slowly dragged his hand through the red-stained grass. The entire limb was still ringing with that irritating tingle, although his forearm wasn’t quite as bad as his wounded bicep. As much as it ached and tingled, he was able to lift his arm and bend it- granted the latter took more effort than he’d ever be willing to admit.
Forcing his body to move, Sesshōmaru shifted his legs and grimaced, trying to best determine how to stand without putting unnecessary weight on his injured arm.
That damn Naraku and his schemes…
Were Irene’s spirits truly so tempting to him? Why is he so determined to obtain her soul? What makes him so certain that absorbing it will make it so he can control the Shikigami? Did that undead ancestor of Irene’s say something to him?
Is he planning to absorb them both?
How annoying.
Moving so he was sitting on one of his knees, his foot bent, Sesshōmaru inhaled slowly and then made himself rise. Even his legs felt weak, the blood loss he suffered leaving him walking with a bit of a wobble despite his best efforts, his bloodied fingers numbly gripping his fur and dragging it along with him.
Sesshōmaru knew he could always just revive her again, but… his pride would not let him let Irene die.
No, that wasn’t quite it; there was something else. There was pride, certainly, but something almost like a need burned away in him. It was demanding he do everything in his power to keep her alive.
To think he, Sesshōmaru, would find himself so painfully humbled- and all because of one foreign human woman.
Slowly, the demon lord stumbled over to where Irene was lying unconscious and knelt down beside her, unperturbed that his stark white hakama was being ruined by the massive pool of blood that had formed around her. Tugging weakly on his fur, Sesshōmaru dragged the long boa and wrapped it around them.
Pausing just briefly to catch his breath- still heavily exhausted, the demon lord closed his eyes for a moment.
When Sesshōmaru opened them again, he got to work, a determination in his gaze. Reaching out, he grasped Irene’s right shoulder as firmly as he could without nicking her with his claws and rolled her onto her back. The woman’s entire front and her face were so heavily drenched in red that she looked as though she had just been eviscerated by bandits.
In truth? This was his doing.
Sesshōmaru is the one who put Irene in this state. She approached him despite his warnings, but he was the one who had threatened her first. Who doubted her. She had done nothing except show devotion to him, and he tried to kill her for it.
It was almost humorous; for all Sesshōmaru claimed that Irene was a fool who didn’t understand his intentions, it was he who was the real fool. Sesshōmaru never once understood her intentions. The irony of the situation was not lost on him. It also wasn’t lost on him that she essentially saved him, bitter though he was to admit it. He would have bled to death if not for her help, for his body had been so focused on fighting the poison his wounds were refusing to heal.
What a pathetic death it would have been, too.
Pathetic, with too close of a resemblance to his father’s death. Ugh, the very thought that he might have died for a mortal sends a chill down the back of his neck.
Still…
Gazing down at the unconscious woman, Sesshōmaru found himself reaching his hand out towards her face- but this time, instead of recoiling or hesitating, he successfully brushed her bangs out of her eyes, the back of his fingers sliding from her forehead down to her bloodied cheek. Her dark lashes were wet with tears, her skin ghastly white yet flush with fever. Blood painted her face and clung to her hair, the entire front half of her blue kimono stained red. She was very much on death’s doorstep.
But, in his eyes, she was still ever as beautiful as the wildflowers she so admired. “Irene…”
His claws then trailed to her normally-rosy-pink-but-now-pale lips, which parted just slightly as she let out a cough. Wheezing, struggling to breathe, Irene resembled the self that he saw the day before her death, when she had stumbled into his campsite and was resting against a surprisingly accepting Ah-Un. The scent of pain she was in now was almost identical to that of back then.
Irene, who rarely spoke of her own pain, who would keep fighting despite feeling so horrid…
“You aren’t the type to give up, Irene.” Sesshōmaru found himself saying, frowning as he let his claws rest against her bottom lip, before dragging them slowly along her jawline again to cup her face. “No matter how much it hurts. You fought to protect Rin. To keep her safe.” She fought to help Sesshōmaru, despite the severe injuries he gave her. “Fight for yourself now. No longer… are you allowed to die. Not even by my hand. Fight- and live.”
He had no doubt that, along with the chest pain and the coughs, her stomach was twisting and that her limbs were either tingling or near entirely numb. Irene may be in so much agony she can’t even feel the crevasses his claws had carved in her left thigh, or the pain in her right arm from where he threatened to bite a chunk out of her flesh.
His poison was a rather vicious one- just as bad as the Nue’s. To detoxify it, though, and cure her of it…
Sesshōmaru’s eyes shifted to focus on her bandaged arm.
This would be beyond humiliating if anyone were around to see. The demon lord found himself grateful that Jaken was nowhere around, and that it was only Sesshōmaru himself and Irene in this part of the forest. He was already dreading what he would need to do, but to keep the brunette alive… Sesshōmaru had no other choice.
Just how did his life come to this?
Perhaps Father really did curse me upon his death…
For Sesshōmaru to save a human woman in this way- it was beyond comprehension. If this was anyone other than Irene, he wouldn’t have even considered it. She should feel grateful, nay, honored, at the lengths he’s going through to save her pitifully short mortal life.
Of course, it was Sesshōmaru who put her in this state to begin with, but… that’s besides the point. Irene absolutely can’t avoid him anymore after this.
With that final thought, Sesshōmaru grimaced and reached over, tugging back her sleeve to expose the bloodied bandage and the severe discoloration of her right arm. He paused for a moment, then two, then three- and then he carefully used the claw of his index finger to cut the bandage open, revealing the sheer depth of his bite and a familiar scar that has long-since marred her flesh.
The wound was already trying to bleed again. Carefully using his fingers to spread the wound open, Sesshōmaru scowled at the heavy green lining the flesh within.
Damn that Naraku…
If that wretched abomination hadn’t sent all those demons their way, then Sesshōmaru wouldn’t have gotten injured protecting her. Irene wouldn’t have sealed away the Tenjō Kudari and captured the Nue, and Sesshōmaru wouldn’t have ever doubted her devotion and feelings towards him.
All of this is his fault.
Naraku is the one to-
“You seek to discard the blame, my son?” The words of Sesshōmaru’s father suddenly rang in his mind, startling him and causing him to pause. Before he knew it, the demon lord found himself remembering a time shortly after their major disagreement in the winter- a couple months back before his father’s untimely death. “To run from your guilt?”
It was the last thing he ever expected to have come to mind, and the demon lord found himself furrowing his brows as a result of his surprise, staring down at Irene’s pained, feverish face as he recalled that unwanted memory.
His index and middle fingers moved distractedly from her arm back to her face, gently smearing the blood away from under her left eye, before his palm cupped her cheek. Her breathing was so uneven. She was struggling to cling to life. The demon lord’s thumb brushed against the soft skin of her face, tracing her long lashes.
Sesshōmaru’s heart felt so… heavy, seeing her like this.
But then Irene’s head turned, seemingly subconsciously, to lean into his touch, and Sesshōmaru’s eyes widened. The young man felt his chest tighten and his heart almost flutter at the sight.
“I have done nothing that I can be faulted with, Father.” The memory resurfaced once more, Sesshōmaru’s younger self keeping his words sharp yet curt, an annoyance lurking in the undertone of his voice. “I simply removed the pests of your order that dared to challenge me. They thought they could overpower me. They could not.”
Sesshomaru’s expression fell back into something a little more neutral, and he slipped his hand from Irene’s face down to her shoulder, trailing it even further down to the exposed bite mark that threatened to split her forearm in two.
“Nothing…” He echoed quietly.
That isn’t necessarily true now, is it? At the very least, not with Irene. The only mistake she made here today was to not heed his warnings.
To trust in him.
“Your pride borders upon arrogance, Sesshōmaru.” His late father had accused. “You would do well to cease such behavior.”
The one truly at fault, loathe as he is to admit it, was Sesshōmaru himself. He was the one who never truly trusted in the woman. Sesshōmaru never… believed in her- not in the way she believed in him, and the fragile brunette almost died because of it.
“You needn’t have killed them; simply taught them a lesson! The dead can not learn from their mistakes.”
“The dead can not make any mistakes at all.”
“My son-“
“Your heart grows soft, Father. Is this because of the mortal woman you’ve taken for a wife?”
“Sesshōmaru.” His father’s tone became stern, and the young man recalled his fierce golden eyes gazing down at him disapprovingly. “Do not project your frustrations with me towards Izayoi.”
“Is what I said in any way at all untrue, Father?”
But how could he trust her?
Sesshōmaru didn’t even fully trust Jaken. The imp attempts to abandon him more often than not when danger nears, and only follows him out of respect for his power. He can’t even fulfill the majority of his orders. This is a world in which power reigns supreme, and is filled to the brim with those who would backstab you for it. It wouldn’t have been the first time he’s been betrayed, and he hardly expected it would be the last. He knows Jaken will only serve him so long as he has a reason to remain loyal to him.
So why should Sesshōmaru have trusted Irene? Why shouldn’t he expect her to try and take advantage of him?
Why… didn’t she attack him? She had every right to. Every possible reason. Why is she so devoted to him… when his own father was so willing to cast him aside for his younger half brother? It can’t simply be because of her feelings for him, can it?
It was so infuriating how little sense Irene made to him.
Biting back a sigh, Sesshōmaru instead scowled as he moved to grab the unconscious woman’s wrist, begrudgingly lifting up her badly wounded arm. Furrowing his brows, he tried to concentrate- pushing through the pain and the annoying numbness that still clung to the majority of his body- to gather and focus his demonic energy into his mouth, in a way that was extremely similar to how he turned his saliva to acid.
Alas, acid wasn’t what he required at the moment.
It was more difficult than he cared to admit, as it’s been a couple centuries since he’s last done this; the last time he converted his demonic energy from poison into medicine was back when his mother was first teaching him how to properly harness his powers. It would be dangerous for Irene if he failed to detoxify the poison properly. Disgusting and humiliating though it was going to be, at the very least… he can do this- for her- in lieu of an apology. He would rather tear out his fangs one by one than verbally admit he wronged her, but he couldn’t deny that he was the one who had jumped to conclusions and lashed out.
Irene should have heeded his warnings, but it was Sesshōmaru who misjudged her.
If anything, he’s the one who betrayed her.
Closing his eyes, the demon lord inhaled slowly and deeply, and once he had ensured he had converted his demonic energy properly, Sesshōmaru lifted her arm up higher and leaned down. Without further adieu, he gathered up a large amount of saliva and promptly ran his tongue against the crevice in her flesh, lathering the wound in the warm liquid. He had to make sure enough of the antidote made it into her system, before the worst of the demonic energy strengthening the poison could be removed.
As a dog demon, it isn’t unusual for Sesshōmaru to lick his own wounds, but to do so for a human…
Ugh.
The human blood was so pungent on his tongue, and so much of it pooled in his mouth. He hadn’t let it bother him much when he had been biting her earlier, as it was by all means a life-and-death situation… or so he had previously believed, but he truly did despise the heaviness of blood- and the disgusting coppery taste that accompanied it. With his poison only corrupting the crimson lifeforce more- it was downright rancid.
The very second Sesshōmaru was certain that enough of the antidote coated the inside of her arm, he took care to pull back and spit the excess blood in his mouth off to the side. It was terribly acidic and… simply put just plain gross.
Oh, how he hated it.
It was even more irritating the way it would stain and stick to his fur in his true form. At least the mess it makes was manageable in his humanoid form; he was honestly surprised that Irene thought to tie his hair back for him, to keep it from getting caught in his injuries. It would have been a nuisance to clean, but she minimized the amount of trouble he would have to go through by doing so. To always be so considerate, even on the brink of death- Irene was a strange human indeed.
Letting out a low growl, Sesshōmaru ran his tongue over the gash one more time, ensuring he got enough of the antidote in her arm, before pulling back and spitting out the tainted red in his mouth yet again. He quickly, but carefully, set her arm down after that, wiping the blood from his lips, and found his gaze slowly moving to focus on the unconscious brunette’s face, drawn to look at her even now.
The unconscious Irene appeared uncomfortable, but she did seem to be breathing a bit steadier now. It would take time for the antidote to kick in, but it won’t do much if he doesn’t tend to the other wounds. He needed to hurry so he could get to work devouring the demonic energy he had sent flooding into her body.
If she dares to mistake his intentions after this ever again, Sesshōmaru will kill her.
He may be at fault here for attempting to take her life over a small misunderstanding, but she’s always trying to avoid him because of her own misunderstandings. This, however, is something that absolutely can not be misunderstood.
Dog demons do not just tend to others’ wounds.
Against his better judgment, by doing this, Sesshōmaru is accepting her existence. Wholly and completely. Whether she realizes it or not, Irene is now his- and he’ll never allow her to run back to his brother over something as foolish and ridiculous as an argument or misunderstanding ever again.
Sesshōmaru has officially claimed her.
Not as a lover- absolutely not- but… someone beyond being merely part of his inner circle.
“One day, your own heart will change, my son.” His father’s voice seemed to whisper with the wind. “But it will not be because someone made you change. It will be because you sought the change yourself.”
“And why would I ever desire to change?”
Shifting his body and reaching behind him, Sesshōmaru gripped the underside of his boa and tore free a small handful of fur. As soon as he enclosed his fingers around it, holding it securely in his palm, the fur crumbled apart into little ashes. Grey and lacking any and all scent, it looked to be the remains of a charred corpse- but all it was, was mere ashes born from his fur.
Ashes with the ability to clot the bleeding of severe wounds. In no world would the saliva of a dog demon be enough all by itself to stop Irene from bleeding out.
So, without further adieu, Sesshōmaru turned back to face the unconscious Irene and carefully rubbed the ashes into her arm. Her face twisted as he did so, which made him wonder if she was less unconscious and more asleep from the exhaustion and pain. Sesshōmaru became almost convinced of it when a weak whimper escaped her lips.
Ashes rubbed successfully into the wound, Sesshōmaru’s large hand clasped her forearm, his sharp eyes snapping over to focus on her contorted face. “Irene.”
The brunette gave no response.
“Irene.”
Lips tilting down in a slight growl when she continued to leave him stranded in silence, Sesshōmaru moved his legs so one was resting beside her right hip and his other sat between her knees as he leaned down and hovered over her smaller, bloodied form. If his hair had been freed, the long strands of silver would have cascaded past his shoulders and onto her chest and face.
Instead they just fell past his missing arm, the ends tickling the red-stained grass.
“You fear my rage, don’t you?” His voice was a cold, inquiring whisper. “Then stay alive, lest you learn what it means to make me truly angry. You are not allowed to die here.”
As if in response to his harsh words, her breathing stuttered, paused, and then continued, her chest rising and falling at a slightly more regular pace.
Lowering himself even further, he growled in her ear, “Live… or I shall kill you myself.”
That was Sesshōmaru’s final warning.
Rising up slowly, he pulled away to focus on the next limb that required his attention. It was, unfortunately, her left thigh- and, even more unfortunately, her kimono was in the way. He would have to slice through the dyed and embroidered dragon skin in order to properly administer the antidote, but the location of the injuries made him… hesitate.
Sesshōmaru had only recently defended Irene from those who would touch her without her consent, and yet to save her he would have to do the very thing he considered deplorable. Fate truly had a sick sense of humor.
Closing his eyes, the corners of his lips pulled into a thin line. Brows knitting together, the demon lord contemplated his options once more: to let her die here and now, just to revive her with the tenseiga after, or to follow through with his decision to save her.
Sesshōmaru found himself letting out a heavy sigh.
This is exactly what he had been dreading- why he was against ever giving his heart away. Not just to a human, but to anyone. It led to one making irrational decisions, acting recklessly, and doing what they would never normally do. Emotions were unpredictable more often than not, and thus were something he deemed unnecessary for himself to have.
Sesshōmaru never intended for this. He didn’t think sparing Irene that day in the decrepit castle would lead to this. He never, for even a second, thought that saving her was the result of anything other than a simple whim, or an act born from his curiosity about her unique powers, or as a way to repay his debt.
But now we’re here…
Lowering his head, suppressing a slight grimace, the demon lord tried to clear his head.
He felt rather groggy, but that was more due to the blood loss than anything else. Normally sleep wasn’t something that he required, the dog demon only really needing about eight hours a month, but once Irene was out of danger Sesshōmaru would need to find somewhere safe for them both to recuperate. “I can’t believe this…”
This was ridiculous. He was actually about to do this.
Irene is never leaving his side after this, the absolute conundrum of a woman. He has never been more frustrated by anyone in his life, and he won’t let her go- not unless she can come up with a very convincing reason, one so strong he can’t possibly find any fault with it. This ridiculous, frustrating, baffling woman who-
Gritting his teeth, Sesshōmaru inhaled slowly and deeply, only to exhale and unclench his hand from around the sleeping brunette’s forearm.
Sharp golden eyes narrowed, his slit pupils lined with a fierce and vibrant blue. He shifted and moved so he was sitting on his knees between Irene’s legs, reaching down with his right hand and pausing- just briefly- before bringing his claws to the top of her hip and slicing through the dragon skin all the way down, completely exposing her left leg. An odd piece of clothing was protecting her modesty, thin and form-fitting and colored a dark blue.
He paid it little mind, turning his attention to her slender leg.
Sesshōmaru recognized the scars that littered her skin, though most were hidden by her kyahan; he had seen them back when he rescued her from Naraku’s castle, after he had revived her and she had torn the fabric of her ruined hakama. Those hidden scars in particular, he knew, were obtained from the boy she had so determinedly been trying to protect.
What was his name again…?
Ah, Kohaku.
It was Kohaku who had wounded her, yet she pleaded for his life regardless. Perhaps Irene merely had a soft spot for children. She was certainly taking it upon herself to act as a mother to little Rin.
Still, choosing to defend against that Kohaku boy was too much. Even if he had been acting as a puppet, with no will of his own, he was going to kill her. Irene’s kindness is what took her life in the end, for in not fighting back she allowed him to wound her so gravely. Irene should have fought back.
She should never have shown mercy.
Sesshōmaru isn’t even entirely sure why he himself let the boy go, considering what he had done. Using Naraku had merely been an excuse at the time. There was just something about that boy’s lifeless eyes…
But he won’t be showing mercy twice. If Kohaku attacks either Irene or Rin again, the demon lord won’t hesitate to kill him.
“You expect me to show mercy to pests who are incapable of living up to their own foolishness?”
Why is Sesshōmaru even thinking about this? He needs to concentrate. These memories…
Now that Sesshōmaru was in a situation in which he was going against every belief he’s ever had- and all because he found himself unable to allow this one human woman to die- memories of dead conversations were rising to the surface. They were distracting him, leaving him to falter and focus on the wrong thing.
Furrowing his brow and shaking his head, he tried to ignore the wandering thoughts… and with the very same hand he had tried to kill Irene with, Sesshōmaru tore open the bandages wrapped tightly around her thigh- determined to save her, regardless of the humiliation he was bringing upon himself by doing so.
“I have done nothing that you can fault me with, Father,” The memory of his younger self proudly and unashamedly declared, “and I will never feel anything as pointless as guilt. I seek power, and those who dare to challenge me shall learn from their mistakes- in death.”
“Sesshōmaru…” His late father’s voice murmured.
The demon lord proceeded to remove the odd stitches from Irene’s gashes, his jaw tightening as he recalled the general’s words.
“I can promise you this; someday soon, you will come to regret your actions. When that day comes, it will be up to you to make amends.”
No.
There was nothing to regret.
“…I’ve heard enough of this nonsense, Father.”
Sesshōmaru stands by what he did; he had made what he believed a rational judgment and decision, and reacted appropriately when Irene- whom he had identified as a threat at the time- failed to heed his warnings. She approached a wounded dog demon despite his repeated growls, and thus paid the price for it.
It may be his fault she was dying, but she was the one who walked recklessly into danger- again, and again, and again.
And, once again, it was up to Sesshōmaru to save her from her own recklessness, even though she remained ever so determined in her avoidance to ask for help. Irene had been poisoned, likely knew she had been poisoned, and yet focused on him instead of tending to herself. If not for his magnanimity, the woman would be dead by evening. Irene may still die even after he tends to her, but this way she at least has a chance to survive.
Sesshōmaru knows how stubborn Irene is, however.
She will survive.
“I, Sesshōmaru, have never once regretted my actions, and I can guarantee that I shall never regret any action I take henceforth. The very idea that I would need to make amends with someone- ridiculous.”
He has done no wrong.
But even the young Sesshōmaru knew, from past experience, that his father would disagree.
The general always did. “…You will learn the hard way, my son, but you can not say I did not warn you. When the person you care about most fears you, or has lost all respect for you… you can not act surprised, nor behave as though it is unexpected. You will have brought such hatred unto yourself.”
“Hmph. You would assume I would be willing to give my heart away? Even if that were the case, such an easily frightened person is undeserving of any affection from me.”
“Is that so?” Quiet, yet thoughtful. His father’s voice took on a bit of a sterner tone, something almost accusatory in it. “Have you not perhaps considered that you may be undeserving of her affection?”
Sesshōmaru’s fingers froze from where they were spreading the topmost gash open.
The skin was terribly blistered and red, and the inside layer of flesh was a hideous green. Irene had saved him despite herself because of her affection for him, because of her soft heart and reckless kindness, but once she awoke and had recovered enough to be of stable mind… would she even still hold such affection for him?
If she actually tried to leave him for his little brother and their friends, choosing Inuyasha despite how badly he had hurt her, could Sesshōmaru actually stop her?
She can’t… choose Inuyasha. Not when she’s already chosen Sesshōmaru.
But what if his misjudgment today causes her to change her mind?
He betrayed her. He doubted her devotion towards him and purposefully poisoned her with the intent to kill her. He has always protected her, but the moment her true strength was revealed after he had suffered a near fatal injury due to his own recklessness, due to these wretched emotions and feelings that have taken root in his heart, he lashed out and tried to eliminate her. The bite he gave her would have been enough of a warning, but he took it a step too far.
Sesshōmaru tore up her leg, burning her flesh, and pumped poison into her system. Enough poison that rendered her immobile, after forcing her to vomit up whatever remained in her stomach from that morning, leaving her dizzy and in pain, her chest aching and her head throbbing, limbs tingling with an ever growing numbness. So much poison that she would die without him administering the antidote.
He had been so firmly decided that he wouldn’t allow her to avoid him anymore once she recovered, but… if she did recover… would he have any right to stop her if she chose to avoid him once again?
…She chose to stay with me.
Irene had firmly declared she wanted to travel with him. That she wanted to stay with him. The woman practically declared her affections for Sesshōmaru to that annoying pest of a dragon, and again to her so-called friends. If not for the fact that she would eventually leave this era upon the defeat of her undead ancestor, he would have thought she was declaring her intentions to one day marry him.
Sesshōmaru would never agree to be a mortal’s husband, of course- the very thought was unnerving. But such a declaration from Irene wasn’t something he found… displeasing.
He was used to strangers and even other demons declaring their one-sided affections for him, and he has beheaded more than a few who took his indifference and silent rejections badly- all of whom had tried to battle him for his hand in marriage. Those who touched him without his consent lost a hand, sometimes an arm, and others who dared utter vile commentary either had their tongue removed or suddenly found their head separated from their shoulders. Other times, for those who were more respectful in their declarations, he spared them little thought- ignoring them and merely continuing on his way. He barely even acknowledged their existence.
When Irene declared her affections, however… Sesshōmaru didn’t ignore them. He was vividly aware of her feelings for him, but still allowed her to do as she wished and to remain by his side, and he…
He neither rejected nor accepted her feelings, with the thought that as long as he remained silent in the matter nothing would ever change between them. They could remain just as they’ve always been.
Sesshomaru’s eyes drifted from Irene’s wounded thigh back up to her face.
Just how long… have I been harboring these feelings for you?
When was it that he first lost his heart to her?
Perhaps it did not matter. None of this mattered. What mattered was that Irene would not avoid him, should she ever awaken. Of that he is certain.
If Irene were such a fickle and capricious woman, she wouldn’t struggle as much as she does with her decisions and she wouldn’t have such a hard time voicing her desires. She wouldn’t hold such a pitifully low opinion of herself. Even if she does change her mind, she won’t go running back to Inuyasha; she’ll likely try to wander around by herself instead, until she inevitably gets attacked by her ancestor or one of Naraku’s incarnations.
The blood loss must be taking a toll…
It’s been a while since he’s been so badly wounded, nonetheless successfully poisoned by an enemy. Most poisons didn’t work on him, so the fact that the Nue’s did was… inconvenient.
Maybe that’s why he’s remembering past conversations with his late father. He isn’t of sound mind after suffering such severe injuries.
Yes, that has to be it.
His wounds causing him to have such faulty judgment is all the more reason why Sesshōmaru needs to finish tending to Irene so he can find somewhere safe for them to rest and recover. Everything will be fine. It’s all under control. He just needs to finish administering the antidote, and then focus on absorbing the demonic energy swirling about inside Irene.
Sesshōmaru… is in control.
Whether Irene loses affection for him or not, it hardly matters. His heart may have been taken by her, but he has absolutely zero intention of acting upon such ridiculous and useless feelings. She’s by his side out of choice, so if she chooses to leave…
Then that is also her choice.
It merely must be discussed with him first. But he knows her well enough to know that, unless she is truly mad at him, she will not avoid him when she wakes.
Unlike Inuyasha and his group of foolish friends, Sesshōmaru actually knows Irene.
Steadying his uneven breaths, Sesshōmaru leaned down, slipping a hand under the back of her left knee and lifting her leg up so he could better access her inner thigh. As soon as he did so, Sesshōmaru suddenly found himself startled by how soft her skin was, despite the many scars and bruises. It wasn’t as if she had the means to wax her legs, so in no way should they be as smooth as they were.
Was it because she’s from another era? He’s noticed that she hasn’t undergone the time of month women are forced to bear, despite her age- which hinted at a lack of aging. Now that he thinks about it, didn’t she say something of the sort back in that pathetic vermin’s castle?
That the undead priestess, Inuyasha’s previous lover, had pointed out that the flow of time was different around her…
Hah.
That means both vermin who tried to force themselves on her would have done so in vain.
Though it is only because they failed to do so that Sesshōmaru was merciful in his judgment. Had they actually succeeded in forcing themselves on her, he would have done more than merely claw out an eye or remove a hand; he would have done more than simply threaten. For as gentle as she was, not even Irene would ask for mercy to one who has hurt her so.
After all, it was her request for him to wait for her as she obtained her revenge.
The scent of her earlier arousal still lingering, Sesshōmaru did his damndest to ignore it, instead focusing on running his tongue along the shortest gash- the one made by his thumb. He was honestly quite grateful for the odd article she was wearing to keep herself covered, because the lingering arousal was distracting. It was making his more animalistic side rise to the surface, his instincts almost screaming at him to take her for himself.
Dog demons didn’t actively seek to mate, but if she had an interest and was willing…
Sesshōmaru found himself holding his breath as he lathered the inside of the wound with the antidote, only half-aware of how his grip on the sleeping Irene’s leg tightened, the young man pushing the limb further up until it almost dared to hang upon his shoulder. A low growl tore from his throat as he proceeded to give the second gash the same treatment, and by the time he moved to tend to the third, some blood trailing, his senses became heavy, his mind and body both burning with a persistent warmth despite his efforts to cling to awareness.
Tongue firmly lapping up the spilled blood, the dog demon momentarily forgot his goal, instead nuzzling the soft skin of the brunette’s inner thigh.
Warm.
Inviting.
A sweet and pleasant scent.
Unfamiliar heat starting to throb below, Sesshōmaru’s lips parted- fangs bared in preparation of biting down on the soft flesh and marking her as his. His teeth barely touched skin when he realized what he was doing, and then he froze- horror and disbelief and disgust settling deep into his core. The knowledge of what he was just about to do stunned him, the demon lord realizing very quickly why he had felt so drawn to her arousal now.
He hadn’t just lost his heart to her; he desired her. Lost in the lingering scent, weakened as he was, the dog demon had wanted nothing more in that moment than to claim her and mark her as his.
Sesshōmaru had been mere seconds away from losing himself, and losing Irene as well.
To hold feelings for her, and even desire her- just what is becoming of him? Has he truly fallen from grace? This can not be happening. It mustn’t. To have unknowingly surrendered his heart to a mortal is one thing, but to want her? To desire her, to feel lust for her?
Sesshōmaru has never felt so disturbed.
…No.
Absolutely not. This did not happen.
Promptly releasing the sleeping Irene’s leg, Sesshōmaru instead buried his claws in the dirt beside her hip, digging his fingers deep into the earth as both a way to resist lashing out and to stop himself from any further inappropriate and unwanted behavior. Inhaling sharply through his bared teeth, the demon lord glared at the ground, as if trying to will the red-stained grass to burst into flames or melt into nothingness.
He was trying with all might to find a way to deny this sudden realization as fact, to pin the blame on anything other than himself. To convince himself that what he’s currently feeling is anything but desire.
Unfortunately, before he could do so, a weak cough jolted him out of his thoughts, causing him to snap his head up and turn his gaze towards the slowly dying Irene- who remained totally unaware of what just happened.
Sesshōmaru watched closely as the woman’s chest heaved up-and-down, and as she let out a strangled gasp of pain, only to cough once again. It was obvious she was attempting to awaken, but the pain was so great it kept her down, her exhausted body not allowing her the gift of waking. If he hadn’t caught himself, she’d be far more than exhausted.
Irene would have been broken.
And, to make it all the worse, Sesshōmaru still needed to finish what he started.
Jaw tightening, he swallowed back the uncomfortable lump that had formed in his throat, and slowly pried his fingers out of the dirt. Palm pressed flat against the bloodied grass, he steadied his breathing once more and continued to observe Irene for a moment, before forcing himself to continue tending to her wounds.
Sesshōmaru acted with more urgency this time around, not wasting even a second so he wouldn’t get lost in thought or lose himself again. Afterwards, spitting out the blood in his mouth, he tore several more patches of his fur in order to rub ashes in her wounds. He could feel his heart racing in his chest as he did so, and it was most unpleasant.
Due to his efforts, it didn’t take long before it was time to remove the demonic energy contaminating her body.
Sesshōmaru narrowed his eyes.
It was easy to sense it- the energy pooling within her being, circulating throughout her body. It was his demonic energy, after all, and it certainly didn’t belong inside a mortal. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was mostly gathered within the arm he had bitten into.
Unsurprising.
Devouring the lifeforce of other demons was a simple matter, but recalling his own from a living creature was entirely different. Shifting his legs so Irene’s sleeping form was perpendicular to his own, moving to sit on the right side of her, he made himself gently rest a hand over her thin arm, his fingers curling around the limb. Reaching out to the demonic energy with more demonic energy, he willed it to return to him, and as the lifeforce traversed through her body the sleeping Irene’s breaths stuttered- picking up pace, before finally slowing down after he successfully removed the harmful energy from her ill being.
She began to calm.
All that’s left to do now is to attempt to wrap up her wounds, find somewhere safe for them to recover, and see whether or not she’s able to defeat the fever that’s taken hold of her.
Sesshōmaru successfully administered the antidote and clotted the wounds, so Irene won’t bleed to death- but her body was still quite weak. Whether or not she survives from this point on is entirely up to her, and whether or not Sesshōmaru can find them somewhere safe to reside while her body fights off the residing fever and slowly recovers from the blood loss. He doubts she’ll give up, however.
Irene was frail, but too stubborn to die so easily.
“I hold no ridiculous notions such as love for you.” Sesshōmaru found himself saying, tone of voice firm, knowing Irene was too deep in her slumber to hear him. Sitting on his knees, most of the tingling now gone from his upper arm and torso, his lips pulled into a deep frown, a frustration glimmering in his golden eyes as he lied not only to her, but to himself. “I do not desire you.”
Irene was beaten, and battered, and beautiful.
But Sesshōmaru will not allow her to rule over his heart and mind, and he most certainly shall not allow his body to give in to temptation. “You…”
A grimace painted her bruised, scratched up face. Irene’s head turned to face him, as if drawn to his voice, her long lashes fluttering before relaxing. Her dark brown hair was splayed around her, the shorter strands curling around her face and sticking to the blood on her cheeks.
Sesshōmaru’s words died on his tongue.
“What…” The demon lord paused, growing quiet, and then he lowered his head, exhaustion heavy as it weighed down on him.
Sesshomaru’s injuries ached, the exposed skin the woman had touched to mend his wounds feeling painfully bare against the cold wind, as if yearning for more of her warmth. His long hair, tied back with the ribbon he had given her, fluttered in the breeze, and his bandaged shoulders slumped, the demon lord finally allowing his mask to finally fall, his emotions painted true for no one except the sleeping mortal to witness.
Never in his life has Sesshōmaru ever felt so defeated. “What manner of spell have you cast on me, Irene…?”
Perhaps… it was a good thing she wasn’t awake to hear him. Sesshōmaru wasn’t entirely sure if he actually wanted to know the answer.
Forcing himself to stand, the demon lord wandered over to where the dubious medicine box rested, opening it with one hand and sifting through for the bandages she had used previously. It would be quite difficult, but it wouldn’t be impossible for him to wrap her up; it was only a temporary preventative measure, anyhow. She could fix it properly when she wakes up.
Until then, this is all he can do for her.
With only one hand and his teeth, he wrapped her thigh up in what appeared to be gauze, before doing the same for her arm. When he had finished bandaging her wounds, he slipped the gauze roll, some needle and thread, and what little remained of those odd faux stitches she had used previously, into her kimono. Irene may be an amateur at it, but she could tend to her own wounds far better than a demon like himself can.
Sesshōmaru observed his handiwork for a moment more, before moving to grab his sash that was discarded nearby, the cloth still wrapped around his two swords.
Was the sash necessary to carry the tenseiga and tōkijin? Not in the least.
But Sesshōmaru was still a proud demon, one of noble heritage. It was bad enough he was already so indecently dressed, and that it had been a human woman who had been the one to remove his clothing; his pride practically demanded he at least cover himself a little more, or embellish his appearance, with the sash. With his han-juban and kimono stained and torn to shreds, this was all he had.
He would be damned before he let anyone- Naraku, Kagura, Anastasia, or especially Inuyasha- see him so… undignified.
The only problem was that he would be unable to tie the sash back around his hips without assistance- for the fabric was far too long, reaching a good fourteen feet, and his fangs would not serve very well as an extra hand. Perhaps, at the very least, he may be able to tie it loosely. It was irritating knowing it would not be perfect, but it was better than walking around without it and risking any potential encounters.
It was only yesterday Naraku had sent a puppet and an army of demons after them.
Kneeling and setting both the tōkijin and the tenseiga on the grassy floor, Sesshōmaru carefully tucked one end of the fabric into the tied knot of his hakama, then pulled it so nearly half the fabric was hanging.
I hold no grudge towards Inuyasha for severing my left arm, as it had been through honorable combat…
But it was certainly an inconvenience at times such as these, when he had no servant nearby to assist. Jaken and Rin had flown off on Ah-Un, and Sesshōmaru had fled quite a ways away from the group in an effort to escape Irene and her spirits. He would not dare to even ask Irene for her help if she had been awake, despite the fact that it was she who had stripped him of all but his lower clothing.
Even just the memory of it was humiliating…
But what’s done is done, and it was for the best. Due to her efforts, he was now recovering from the poison. At the very least, him tearing her kimono to administer the antidote made them even. Even should she complain about it later, it would mean nothing.
Because all of it meant nothing.
It was to save her life and nothing more.
Sesshōmaru, distracted by his thoughts, closed his eyes and turned back to his current objective. He had to wrap the sash around his hips not once, not twice, but three times before attempting to tie it single-handedly. It was rather uneven, but it did allow him to hide where he had tucked the sash into the ribbon of his hakama and fundoshi, and only after he was absolutely certain it would remain tied did he tuck his swords into their usual place at his hip.
All that was left now is to take Irene someplace safe so that she- and himself- can recover. But first…
Sesshōmaru looked to the side at the abandoned flask of water. It had a strap on it, and it was easy to slide it onto his wrist, letting it hang from his arm as he turned back to face the direction Irene was in, the demon lord walking back over to her and kneeling down. He carefully reached his hand out, fingers resting against Irene’s soft cheek, his lips tugging into an even deeper frown as he felt the heat of her fever burn his skin.
She was sweating heavily, frail body fighting with all its might to combat the poison in her system.
Sesshōmaru brushed her bangs out of her eyes, leaning over to observe her more closely. The bruises and burns around her throat were a vicious dark purple and red mix. He had no doubt, given what little of her arms and even her leg that he had seen, that her skin was colored in various shades of purple and yellow beneath her clothing.
Stubborn though she was, it would not be easy for her to survive with such a battered body.
All the more reason to find someplace to rest…
Somewhere Naraku and the vermin under his control will not easily find them.
Sesshōmaru slipped his arm underneath the slumbering Irene’s back, sitting her up halfway with the intention to lift her up, only to pause upon hearing a familiar grating voice screeching his name in the distance. Jaken. The imp demon was close by, having spent so long searching that he had somehow managed to finally stumble upon their hiding place.
“Lord Sesshōmaruuuuuu! Where are you!? M’looooord!”
Although it was obvious his presence indicated Jaken had left Rin alone with Ah-Un, Sesshōmaru shall forgo a scolding this time. This way, he can give him an order- and the child under his care shall need not worry about what happened to Irene.
“Jaken!” Sesshōmaru called out, raising his voice, narrowing his eyes in the direction the imp was wandering. “Over here.”
The next time the imp wailed the man’s name, it was with desperation and a relief. “Lord Sesshōmaru! Lord Sesshōmaru, where-!?” There was the rustling of bushes, and then Jaken came stumbling out of the foliage, nearly tripping over some tree roots in the process. Snapping his head up, the imp gasped, his yellow eyes bugging out of his skull. “M’lord! You’re okay! And… that foreigner is with you!?”
Sesshomaru’s eyes darkened, and Jaken flinched back, realizing he had inadvertently insulted Irene again. He nervously stepped forward, hugging his staff close.
“I-I was so terribly worried about you, Lord Sesshōmaru! Not that I think anything could have happened to you, of course, but that Naraku is a tricky creature, and-“ Jaken came to a halt, feeling his foot step into something sticky, and looking down he felt the blood begin to drain from his face.
What surely had once been beautiful green grass had been dyed a horrible shade of red, and looking to the side Jaken saw even more crimson at the base of a tree, as if someone had been bleeding out. It was then he finally noticed the heavy smell of copper hitting his nose.
Looking back at Sesshōmaru, the imp observed the lack of a proper covering and the many great bandages that adorned the dog demon’s bare torso and right arm, and that Irene, the mortal woman Jaken found most audacious and annoying, was covered head-to-toe in red, lying in a pool of her own blood, her eyes closed and her face as white as a winter’s snow. “Oh… O-Oh my…”
The imp blinked, utterly stunned by this observation.
Jaken couldn’t even tell if she was alive or not. “Is… I-Is she dead?” He waddled forward, trying to get closer to determine if the foreign priestess had truly passed away. “Yeesh, is all this blood hers? She really must be dead. Oh, poor Rin is gonna be crying for sure…”
The imp was about six feet away, close enough to see the torn kimono and the way her left leg was exposed, when a growl suddenly reached his ears, causing Jaken to jump and snap his head up. Sesshōmaru was… growling at him. Glaring at him through reddening eyes, blue bleeding into the brilliant gold of his irises. His demonic aura had spiked, the tied back strands of silver hair beginning to rise and flutter ominously.
“M-M’lord…!?”
Jaken quickly took several steps back, alarmed and even frightened of his liege. He had never witnessed Sesshōmaru get so angry to the point of growling at him like this before.
Why? What could be the reason for it?
Yet, only when Jaken backed so far away that Irene’s body was no longer in view did Sesshōmaru start to relax again, the demon lord no longer baring his fangs at him. He instead just watched Jaken closely, like an animal protecting its injured mate, determined to keep away any and all threats.
Was… he upset because Jaken got too close to Irene?
In truth, unknown to the imp, Sesshōmaru just did not want him to see Irene so exposed. The realization irked him, and the fact that it irked him frustrated him all the more. These useless feelings Sesshōmaru found himself plagued by were incredibly burdensome.
It did not matter whether it was Jaken or even a random passerby; the demon lord was not going to let anyone else see her in such a state.
As Jaken did not know any of this, the imp was quick to drop to his knees, forehead to the ground. “F-Forgive me, sire! P-Please, spare me…”
Jaken didn’t quite understand what it was he had done wrong to anger his liege so terribly, but he did find solace in the fact that he was openly showing his rage instead of smiling at him. Lord Sesshōmaru, in the imp demon’s experience, was much more frightening whenever he was in a more passive aggressive mood.
A boot to the face or a death threat were much more preferable than his wrath in the form of cold silence and vicious glares.
Honestly, Jaken doesn’t understand how Irene managed to last this long with how tense the atmosphere has been between her and his liege. They didn’t speak for days, instead glancing at each other in secret whenever they thought the other wasn’t looking as if waiting for each other to say something. Not to mention the way his liege observed her as she went through her recent daily tasks… cooking, sewing, playing with Rin… it had been so suffocating for the imp.
Suffocating, and extremely painful- for any slip of the tongue towards the brunette had Sesshōmaru hitting him twice as hard as usual, despite his obvious avoidance of her.
Jaken, though reluctant to admit his gratitude towards Irene who had saved his life after his own master heartlessly left him to hurtle through the sky down towards the earth, would be more than a little relieved if they left the woman’s corpse here to rot, and for his master to finally forsake her after all this time instead of reviving her again, as that would not only mean less beatings for him but he would also only have to tolerate the stench of one human creature. Unfortunately, considering how his liege went out of his way to bring her back from wherever she had wandered off to, and how he was holding her up right now, it seemed very unlikely.
Jaken watched bitterly as Sesshōmaru lifted Irene up higher, his hand on her back. The imp couldn’t quite see the brunette, but he could hear her groan- which caused him to widen his eyes, realizing she was still alive. A sheer miracle, given the amount of blood on the ground.
Irene gasped as her injuries flared with pain, but she remained fast asleep, slumped against Sesshōmaru’s firm chest. At the movement, Sesshōmaru’s fingers twitched, his hand tugging the woman closer before he could stop himself. Her body heat practically burned through his bandages to torch his skin.
Her fever still hasn’t gone down…
In fact, it might have gone up.
Sesshōmaru closed his eyes, suppressing the urge to sigh.
Ignoring the tingling in his bicep and shoulder, he shifted his hand and grasped her by the light purple ribbon keeping her kimono in place. Hoisting her up, the demon lord then tugged his fur closer with his left foot and grabbed it carefully, making sure not to drop the woman as he tossed the fur over her back and across his other shoulder.
Sesshōmaru wore the fur more as a loose shawl, and it would help keep Irene from slipping while preventing her from getting too cold and worsening her fever while they fly.
“Jaken,” Sesshōmaru called out from over his shoulder, slowly rising up onto his feet as he wrapped his arm around Irene’s legs, turning to keep her hidden from the imp’s view, “return to Ah-Un and look after Rin.”
“B-But, Lord Sesshōmaru!” The smaller demon exclaimed. “Where are you going!? And…” Leaning forward, Jaken squinted at the brunette- despite not actually being able to see her due to the fur around his liege’s shoulders. “Where are you taking the priestess?”
“She has a name, Jaken,” The demon lord stated firmly, his glare causing the imp to recoil, “and it would be in your best interest to start using it.”
With that, Sesshōmaru took a step forward and leapt into the air, rising high into the sky and flying westward, heading in the direction of an area he knew quite well.
He ignored the cries of his vassal, who still didn’t understand the situation, in favor of listening to Irene’s breathing and the unnervingly fast beating of her heart. Sesshōmaru kept a very close watch on the woman, determined to ensure her condition did not deteriorate any further. He even made certain that she remained wrapped up in his fur, shifting his hold every now and then to keep her warm and to shield her from the worst of the wind.
Yet, despite all his efforts, Sesshōmaru could feel her shivering against him.
Of all the weaknesses to have….
Irene just had to be more frail than the average mortal. In a land that isn’t even her own, any illness could prove deadly for her, and with such heavy blood loss and her fever so high… it would only be a matter of time before she caught something.
Sesshōmaru will have to act quickly.
All the wind aside, it was rather cold this high up in the air, especially with how close it was now to winter. There should be at least another month before it begins to snow, but the skies were so grey and they were so close to the mountains that it would not surprise him if it happened early. He could almost smell it- the rise in humidity, and the cold clinging to the air.
It was different from petrichor- and yet… very similar. It was a subtle difference. He certainly preferred one over the other.
But if it did start to snow, Irene would be in danger.
Being too warm would be bad for her fever, but being too cold would be bad for the blood loss. They needed somewhere that would protect her from the elements; otherwise, no matter how stubborn she is, Irene may just draw her final breath- and he is not keen on using tenseiga to revive her again. The sword of healing is a last resort, after all other efforts have been made and have failed to bear fruit.
Fruit…
Curses.
It may be a few days before she is able to walk again.
Irene will be unable to fend for herself in such a state, should she survive. Sesshōmaru will have to provide for her. He’s seen her prepare fish enough times to be able to do so himself- although it would be his first attempt- and it shouldn’t prove too difficult to procure edible fruit for her to eat. It is merely the matter of leaving her alone that unsettles him.
He had left her alone for only a couple days before, and so much had happened to her. Then, after their argument, he was gone for a mere half a day before she was caught up in a situation with a group of foolishly stubborn monks.
Irene was a magnet for trouble, be it because of her foreign features, her beauty, or the spirits she possesses…
Shifting his grip on her legs, Sesshōmaru lowered the brunette down just enough so he could see her face, pinning her legs against his stomach so her head rolled onto his bandaged shoulder. Irene was still so pale, sweat beading down her feverish cheeks. Her frail body was fighting with all it had to keep her alive, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Irene’s dark lashes fluttered as her strong eyebrows knit together with pain.
Lips tugging into a deep frown, Sesshōmaru tightened his grip on the sickly woman and flew a bit lower, all the while picking up speed as he made his way towards the foot of some mountains. He could see a river stream down below, and there weren’t any particularly heavy scents belonging to either humans or wild demons. The most he could smell were the lingering auras of some weaker pests- those who would be wary to approach with a demon as powerful as Sesshōmaru himself nearby.
He doubted they’d dare get close to Irene, even if he should leave her be so he can obtain food for her.
Sesshōmaru’s boots touching ground, the demon lord began to follow the path of the river downstream, searching for any sign of shelter- be it a cave that stray animals may be using or even a random hut that had been made for the comfort of travelers. The latter may be better for Irene, but the former they would be more likely to stumble across.
It was just a matter of where he could find one.
“…M’sorry.”
Sesshōmaru paused, glancing down at the woman against his chest. Irene was still breathing heavily, and while she was speaking it was clear she was still asleep. Tears dripped down her pale cheeks. Her voice was raspy and weak, and each syllable took great strength to even speak. Sesshōmaru was impressed that she could even talk at all.
“Sorry… I’m sorry… d-don’t leave…” The brunette was gasping, whimpering against his shoulder. “Don’t leave me… please… please…”
Did she still think he was going to abandon her? Clearly they were going to have to have another talk once she awakens. It was evident that Irene had already forgotten his promise to her.
“Don’t…” Sesshōmaru couldn’t help but to frown, watching Irene for a moment longer- the way her head turned to press against his shoulder, whimpering, before slowly starting to relax. “Don’t… leave…”
When Irene said nothing else, falling silent as she drifted back into a deep slumber, the demon lord began walking again.
Sesshōmaru eyed their surroundings closely, observing the flow of the river stream and the formation of the mountainous terrain. After about half an hour, he could finally make out what looked to be the entrance of a small cave further down the path. It was getting colder and colder as the morning sun rose, so it was about time they found somewhere to rest.
As he began to make his way towards it, Irene began to sleep talk once again, the woman muttering yet another apology.
Sesshōmaru’s golden gaze observed her with a gentleness he would firmly deny if ever asked about, and tightening his hold on her leg he held her all the closer. He could feel her heart beating through her thick kimono, the sound of it racing reaching his ears. Irene sounded so desperate, so scared. The words she had so angrily declared in their argument came rushing to the forefront of his mind… as did her fear.
For whatever reason, Irene was absolutely terrified of being abandoned.
“Even in your sleep you utter such nonsensical things,” Sesshōmaru murmured quietly, watching the way the wind caused her dark hair to flutter and curl around her face. “Must I repeat myself?”
The demon lord had already told her once before that he would not abandon her. If the day ever came he decided he was tired of her existence, he would simply kill her. But that day would never come. There was no world in which he could ever abandon her.
Irene was his.
Not Inuyasha’s… but Sesshōmaru’s.
When the demon lord finally reached the cave entrance, Irene had fallen back into a deep slumber. A few threatening growls from the dog demon were all it took to send the large bear and its cubs that were inside running off.
From there, Sesshōmaru headed deeper inside and looked around, before taking a seat against a wall and carefully setting Irene down in his lap, her legs hanging over his left thigh as he kept his arm wrapped around her, holding her shivering form close to his own as his fur fell around them. Sesshōmaru had never once imagined he would end up in a situation like this, nonetheless showing such… consideration for a mortal woman- for a priestess- and yet here he was doing his damndest to keep her alive, and all because he did not wish to see the sight of her dead for a second time.
The hold Irene had on his heart was great, indeed. It was truly aggravating. And perhaps… grievous.
Now that they were alone and there were no servants, children, or pests around watching them, Sesshōmaru found himself releasing the sigh he had held back before, the young man allowing his shoulders to tiredly slump as he leaned back against the wall, Irene’s smaller form curled up against his bandaged chest. He could scent no demons, no people, no pests; it was only the two of them.
They were safe.
Safe enough for Sesshōmaru to close his eyes and breathe, memories of the battle and everything that took place yesterday- and even a few days before- flooding his mind.
How humiliating was all of this?
He had scolded Inuyasha very recently for not being able to protect Irene, and yet here he was- his pride damaged, his body wounded, and the memory of his father’s words haunting him. Sesshōmaru not only was unable to stop Irene from getting injured, he proceeded to make the most infuriating misjudgment of his life and tried to kill her. Irene, someone who was under his protection.
Someone who did nothing to deserve his wrath. Even Rin and Jaken had ended up in serious danger due to Naraku’s little army, and Ah-Un wouldn’t even be able to fly for a while if not for Irene’s own efforts in healing the beast. She had saved them, when he could not. Irene had saved herself, when he could not even reach her, and protected the child under their protection. She even helped Sesshōmaru several times- during the battle with the Nue and the Jatai, and then again with his injuries.
Sesshōmaru may be proud, but he is no fool.
If not for her, he likely would have succumbed to the blood loss himself as his body failed to fight off the poison on its own. Now it was his turn to assist her and pay back this debt; to help her return to full health. These pointless feelings of “love” and the ever alarming “lust” can simply be discarded. They have no place in his life.
But Irene herself… can remain.
After all, theirs has always been a relationship built on promises and mutual respect.
“...Mister.”
Sesshōmaru immediately snapped his eyes open, sitting up and baring his fangs in a threatening growl- only to pause and drop the anger, masking his emotions instead, upon finding himself staring at a young boy cloaked in vibrant red flames.
A boy with the tell-tale trait of golden eyes that most dog demons had in their humanoid forms, and a long mane of red fur wrapped around his neck and hanging by his feet. Sesshōmaru recognized the child as Irene’s familiar immediately, and narrowed his eyes as the young dog demon scowled at him, sitting in an improper fashion as he glared at the demon lord.
But, while Sesshōmaru recognized him, that did not explain why he had been able to hear a voice. The child’s voice.
The child who was pouting, sulking, and currently glaring at him as he dug his knuckles into the stone floor. “Roh regrets ever defending you!” He barked, lips curling back to bare his fangs in a low growl. “You’re the worst, Mister!”
Sesshōmaru merely stared at the young dog demon, stunned by the oddity of this encounter. He didn’t let his surprise show, but still he pondered how he was suddenly able to understand what the young spirit was saying. He had been unable to hear Roh before, after all, when he had been in his more deceiving form as a regular animal, so why is it that he can hear him now?
Is it because he’s taken a humanoid form? Does he have a special ability that made it so others could either hear him speak or not purely by his own whim?
Or… is it because of Irene?
Sesshōmaru glanced down at the woman curled against his chest, before looking back at Roh. As the boy continued to glower at him, the demon lord thought back to the moment Irene had used this spirit to seal away their enemies. The name she had called…
“Kyokkiro, was it?” Sesshōmaru asked, keeping himself calm. He reminded himself that the spirit could not do anything without Irene’s consent.
Without her order, the spirit was unable to seal him away- and Irene had made it abundantly clear that she had zero intentions of doing so.
Roh, or, perhaps more accurately named, Kyokkiro, just continued to growl at him, this time much louder.
Seeing the boy bare his fangs at him, the whites of his eyes bleeding red, Sesshōmaru felt a twinge of annoyance, recognizing that the child was trying to intimidate him and assert dominance. Lips curling back, the demon lord leaned forward and growled back twice as loud, his expression twisting into something fierce and a little more animalistic, his true form bleeding just slightly into his more humanoid features.
When Sesshōmaru barked at him the child quickly recoiled, shrinking down and hiding the lower half of his face in the red fur he had wrapped around his neck. The young dog demon looked close to tears as he mumbled to himself, “The General was so much nicer…”
That comment gave Sesshōmaru pause. His gaze sharpened as he stared down the orange-haired puppy. “What…?”
“You heard me.” Roh huffed.
There was only one general that was well known within dog demon territory with a reputation of being the most powerful demon of his time, and who was also damned by his soft heart. Given this child was a spirit, it wasn’t beyond reason to assume he was speaking of that particular demon.
But the implications that followed…
Sniffling, fiddling with the excess fur, Roh glared up at Sesshōmaru with a teary-eyed pout. “You have his eyes… but that’s it. You’re so mean, Mister!”
Is Sesshōmaru supposed to believe that Irene just coincidentally happened to have obtained a Shikigami familiar that was not only a dog demon, but a dog demon that knew Sesshōmaru’s father? Irene who has met and traveled with both Inuyasha and Sesshōmaru? Were they truly tied together by the strings of fate?
Just who is this child?
To have known Sesshomaru’s father- just how long has this boy been dead? Is he even dead? Is he merely a demon that had once been captured and contracted into serving as a spirit, and wound up with Irene by chance?
No, wait a moment.
That red fur…
It had been a long time ago, back when Sesshōmaru had been a little younger than he is now- some many years before his father’s death- but during a particular war several dog demon families had been eradicated by their enemies. His father had fought to protect them, and yet… not all were able to be saved.
Sesshōmaru could vaguely recall his father mentioning a young child going missing. One from the Akamori clan. A child he had spent quite some time searching for, only to declare him dead after finally discovering the boy’s remains and laying him to rest.
Was this spirit, Irene’s familiar, that very same child?
If that’s the case, then did Sesshōmaru’s father somehow know what awaited this boy, and went out of his way searching for him because he foresaw his future as a spirit?
No… that was ridiculous.
His father had been wise and incredibly clever, but not even he could see that far into the future. He was no seer. For all the predictions he could make, Irene was not one of them. That man had no way of ever knowing she would come to this era, or that she would ever even exist. So his father could never even begin to imagine that Roh would become her familiar. It must have just been a coincidence.
A ridiculous and highly unbelievable coincidence given the circumstances, but a coincidence all the same.
“You took it far enough with the claws, but then you… you…” Roh let out an aggravated growl, frustration painting his young face as he gripped his fur tight. Then, as if having given up, the boy fell back onto his rear with a huff and waved his little fists in the air, whining loudly. “Aaaaagh! Roh doesn’t get it! Why does Master still like you so much!? Even now her heart is… ughhh!”
Leaning forward and puffing out his cheeks, Roh sulked.
“Even though you poisoned her…” Frustrated amber glanced up to meet cool gold, Roh doing his best to give Sesshōmaru the scariest look he could muster. “Mister, you have no idea how lucky you are.” Roh pointed a finger at the demon lord, scowling. “If Master didn’t like you so much, Roh would… would… do something mean! And it would hurt!”
Sesshōmaru scoffed. “Is that really the best you could come up with? Given your powers, I expected more from you.”
Roh just huffed at him again. “Roh doesn’t do anything that Master doesn’t like! Unlike you, Mister, Roh is loyal!”
The hand Sesshōmaru was using to hold Irene to him twitched, his fingers tightening their grip on her shoulder. His glare intensified, smoldering like molten vats of gold, and his expression turned cold, the remnant traces of blood on his face only adding to his frightening aura.
Despite his anger, however, Sesshōmaru remained silent, merely staring the boy down with fierce eyes and watching as Roh faltered and recoiled back to hide in his red fur again.
How dare he imply Sesshōmaru was disloyal? How dare he imply that Sesshōmaru would dismiss Irene’s loyalty towards him? He had been injured, badly wounded, and made a misjudgment- but until last night not once did Sesshōmaru ever treat Irene with anything less than the respect she deserved.
“R-Roh is just saying…” The boy mumbled, hugging the excess fur to his chest. “Master never betrayed you. But you… tried to kill her. You betrayed her… Mister.”
Sesshōmaru was unable to deny that, knowing full well what he had done, but he wasn’t entirely in the wrong here. “She should have heeded my warning.”
“You poisoned her!” Roh roared, snapping his head up, finding his courage again as he shouted at the older dog demon. His little hands were clutching his fur like a lifeline. Tears had fully begun to well up in the boy’s eyes. “I understand you clawing her when she refused to back off, but there was no need to poison her! Master had no intention of harming you! That was going way too far! You’re the worst!”
The worst, is he? “Judging from your words, Irene seems to disagree.”
“That’s-!” Roh curled his lips back, then ducked his head, shoulders tensing. After a moment, his body slumped forward and his hands dropped to the stone floor. “That’s because… Master is kind. She expected you to hurt her. Master… is very understanding. Instead of anger, she… forgives.”
Sesshōmaru remained silent at that, instead looking down at the woman in his hold who was still struggling to cling to life.
He observed the way her wet lashes fluttered against her pale, feverish cheeks. The way her dark hair clung to the sweat of her face and curled around her thin neck. Her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as her heart raced in a desperate endeavor to keep her from death. She was burning up, her body heat warming even Sesshōmaru- to the point he actually found it somewhat uncomfortable. But he didn’t dare let her go.
In fact, he refused to.
Irene has every reason to hate him. There were very few reasons for her to hold any affection at all for him after how he hurt her. But if that child’s ridiculous wailing could be believed, Irene’s heart has not once wavered. She still cares for him.
She’s… already forgiven him.
No, that isn’t quite it; it isn’t that Irene has forgiven him for what he did to her, it’s that Irene saw no reason to cast judgment upon him. If Irene had truly expected he would lash out, that meant she knew she could have been killed.
Irene purposefully ignored his warnings in favor of tending to his wounds, despite knowing she may lose her life in the process. She had discarded her own wellbeing once again, only this time it wasn’t for Rin, the child she had been caring for as if she were her own daughter, but for Sesshōmaru, someone she knew would never return her feelings.
Why…? Why does she love him so much? Why does she choose kindness over ambition? Why does she forsake power and revenge in favor of self-sacrifice and mercy?
This is not a world one can survive unless they are ruthless. So why is she-
Why is she like this?
Sesshōmaru’s grip on the sleeping Irene tightened, and, against his better judgment, he found himself pulling the feverish woman all the more closer to him. His brows furrowed in deep thought, contemplating the words his late father had spoken not long before his death. It had made little sense back then, and yet it seemed to fit the current situation all the same.
He had assumed the worst of Irene. He had tried to kill her. He had poisoned her when all she had ever been was devoted to him.
It would be no surprise if she were angry, if she decided to avoid him after this, but…
Why would you heal me, Irene, instead of taking advantage of my wounded state? Why… do you not seek power? Why would you allow me to harm you?
He simply could not understand it.
When Sesshōmaru looked back up to focus on Roh again, he was surprised to find the child had vanished. He carried with him no scent, no proof of existence. Even his flames failed to emit the smell of ash and smoke. The flickering embers fading in the air were utterly scentless, and the demon lord’s features hardened at this knowledge.
Sesshōmaru had suspected it before, the last few times Irene had summoned her familiar in his presence, but now he was certain of it. Shikigami, at least in the form that Irene uses, were undoubtedly a true threat towards demons.
But… only if they make an enemy of her.
Sesshōmaru turned his attention back to the sleeping brunette. It was almost baffling how powerful Irene was, and how much stronger she was likely to get from here on out. For someone so frail, for a mortal being, she was probably one of the rare few who had the potential to grow and equal him in terms of power.
For just one day, Sesshōmaru had viewed Irene as a genuine threat. For just one day, he had felt true fear.
Not even Naraku has managed to elicit such a reaction from him.
“Irene…” Though Sesshōmaru called out to her, the woman gave no response. Irene simply continued to sleep. This confusing woman who he had once saved on a whim, and all because he found her scent mildly pleasant for a mortal... was truly the most confusing person he has ever met. “You’re such a fool.”
Before he knew it, he was holding her so close her messy hair tickled the lower half of his face.
Now that they were alone again, the demon lord could feel an exhaustion weighing down on him, unlike anything he’s ever felt before, his chest and throat uncomfortably tight. He had no reason to fear her spirits, for Irene had no malicious intent towards him, and he need not fear being sealed away by her, but he was left with such a strange and rather terrified feeling all the same- and he despised the fact that he knew exactly what it was.
Sesshōmaru’s lips tugged into a heavy frown, his voice a barely audible mutter laced with frustration. “You gain nothing from this.” He growled quietly. “Would you have really allowed me to kill you?”
Irene gave no response, her features merely twitching for a moment before she inhaled shakily again, not quite awake but still in great pain. Her lips parted in a whimper. Sesshōmaru observed her body and kimono that were stained red with blood- her blood, his blood- and her arms and face and legs that were covered in scratches and bruises of various colors.
In the back of his mind, Sesshōmaru knew he was already fully aware of what her answer would be. She had told him before- how she would welcome death by his hand, if ever given the choice.
But that was no longer an option.
It would be the one promise that he, the honorable Sesshōmaru, would have to break.
Notes:
Warning: risks of using ashes and wound licking far outweigh the benefits and readers are not magical demons who have magic spit and magic ashes.
(DING DING DING. YOU GUESSED IT. Totosai heals burns by licking them!!! Poor Inuyasha, lol. The ash idea also came from an old folktale involving a dog named Shiro.)
Also also I totally forgot to add in Sess' swords in the drawing, but it's fiiiiiine T_T
As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! Pretty please let me know what you think in the comments. 💕💕💕
Chapter 53: War of Hearts
Notes:
IRL be getting more and more chaotic/stressful, but I managed to finish the chapter AND draw a super big thing for it. So. You know. I'm considering that an accomplishment. O.o
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Kagome was exhausted.
She was sitting at the desk in her bedroom, trying to work on her report for The Young Lord and the Celestial Bride after having gotten back home late from the library, but all she could think about was what went down at Asagiri Castle. She just can’t wrap her head around it. It was one thing for Irene to have feelings for Sesshōmaru, but for Sesshōmaru to have feelings for Irene? It was baffling in every sense of the word.
But it also just made so much sense.
Why else would he go out of his way to save her every time? Why else would he get so mad about Inuyasha not protecting her? Why else would he, a demon so prideful, who is known for despising humans, so willingly enter a human settlement just to make sure she’s safe?
It… was so weird, but…
“Maybe they’re right.” Kagome mused, palm to her cheek, a pink mechanical pencil dangling between her index and middle fingers. Her coffee brown eyes stared out through the window to her right, the young girl observing the stars hanging in the sky. “Maybe Sesshōmaru really does have those kinds of feelings for her?”
It would certainly explain a lot of things, especially about his behavior when it came to her. Even when the two first met back in that dilapidated castle Naraku had hijacked, when Irene showed up at the tower with Sesshōmaru in tow… he seemed to have regarded her with a certain kind of respect that he didn’t really give Kagome or the rest. Knowing what she did of Sesshōmaru, Kagome wouldn’t have been surprised if he killed Irene upon stumbling across her while wandering the castle’s halls.
But he didn’t. Instead, he protected her.
He… kept her safe.
Sesshōmaru brought Irene back to them.
Well, maybe that isn’t entirely accurate. Irene did say she had been giving him directions to the tower- to Naraku- in exchange for his protection, but the fact remains that he let her live and went along with it. That he’s been continuing to protect her even after all this time. One could only guess what had been going on in that demon’s mind when he first met Irene, but whatever the case… to go so far as to blind a man and cripple him for laying a hand on her- well, Kagome was finding it more and more difficult to convince herself that Ayumi, Eri, and Yuka were wrong.
“Sesshōmaru and Irene, huh…?” The middle schooler closed her eyes and knit her brows together, pouting her lips a little as she tried once more to imagine it. Lowering her hand, but still keeping her arm propped up against her desk, Kagome titled her head. “I mean…”
The black-haired teen recalled the way Irene spoke about the kimonos- and how emotional she had gotten over them. There was also Sango’s explanation about them; how they were not simply beautiful pieces of fabric, but armor that had been made with Irene’s safety in mind. Thinking back on it, Kagome could also recall the way Sesshōmaru had stood silently against the wall after his big argument with Inuyasha over Irene’s safety and wellbeing, the demon waiting patiently for the young woman to finish speaking to Maria, Sango, Miroku, Shippō, and Kagome herself.
This man, this cold-hearted, cruel demon of a man… waited for Irene.
Someone who always went ahead, ready to leave behind even his own travel companions, waited for her to finish catching up with everyone. He had even rescued her- not once, but twice- from very unwanted and unexpected marriages, and then lashed out when he thought she might have suffered. Sesshōmaru cared so much for Irene he despised the very idea of her being hurt or used against her will.
But… is even aware of what he’s doing? Of what he’s feeling? Is he aware of why he’s going out of his way for her?
Sesshōmaru clearly has feelings for her, though to what extent those feelings are Kagome isn’t entirely sure. Kagome’s actually sort of scared for Irene, and of what might happen once the demon lord realizes his heart has grown soft for her. What if he hurts her? What if he abandons her? Irene cares so strongly- being rejected by Sesshōmaru after being so heavily rejected by Inuyasha, her friend, might just break what little of her heart remains.
How can Kagome not be scared for Irene, when Sesshōmaru’s feelings might not be strong enough to keep her safe? There’s no way he loves her enough to-
The girl paused, blinking her eyes wide open and sitting up a bit straighter.
Kagome felt like a total idiot.
“I think the term you’re looking for is “devoted”,” Ayumi’s voice came back to mind, “He loves her and wants only the best for her. He might seem a little scary to you guys, but I think it’s a sign of great loyalty! So… he’s devoted!”
Should… she even be scared for Irene?
Maybe it wasn’t necessary for him to love her so strongly. All that mattered was how much he cared about her, and if he was devoted enough to keep her by his side, even if it meant being at odds with himself due to his own unwanted feelings. Maybe, just maybe, Irene mattered more to Sesshōmaru than his own pride.
It was a little silly to think about, especially after everything that jerk of a demon put her and her friends through, but…
Well, Kagome was seriously considering it now.
It was definitely because of what her friends’ said, but the more she thinks about it all and what she knows about Sesshōmaru and Irene’s relationship or lack thereof, the more Kagome is finding it difficult to imagine Sesshōmaru hurting her or casting her aside. After all, considering the recent events- Naraku’s castle, Irene’s death, and Asagiri Castle- one thing was definitely indisputable, and that was the fact that Sesshōmaru cares for Irene.
He cares for her so much. Even if he realizes he has feelings for her, the idea of him shunning her because of them…
It just doesn’t seem like something that would happen. He’s prideful, but underneath all that armor and dog fur he truly does seem to have a heart… at least where Irene is involved. He went so far as to enter a human settlement for her.
Even if he should realize he has feelings, he would never push her away. Honestly, the way he glowered at Miroku when the monk tried to hug the American woman spoke volumes. Kagome’s friends thought Sesshōmaru might have been wary of Miroku out of jealousy and possessiveness towards Irene- even going so far as comparing it to Inuyasha being jealous over Kōga whenever he showed up and started flirting with Kagome herself. And, truthfully?
Kagome thinks they might be right.
She can still vividly remember just how surprised Sesshōmaru had looked when he caught Irene after she had fainted. His eyes had been so wide, his body moving faster than anyone in their friend group could even call out for her. He held her so close to him, so visibly startled it was obvious he felt something about the injuries Irene’s frail body had sustained. And then there’s the way he lifted her up onto his shoulder without any sense of hesitation, flying away with her and all that food in tow…
Irene had looked so happy to be with him in that moment, even as she waved them goodbye. Kagome can’t remember her ever looking so lively.
Probably because she never was.
The Sesshōmaru that Kagome knew would never have been capable of holding a human in such a way, nor would he have been capable of bringing such a beaming smile to someone’s face. Especially not to someone as timid as Irene. It almost seemed like being with Sesshōmaru was helping her somehow; like his presence seemed to encourage her to be more confident and outgoing.
It was odd, but nice. Kagome liked seeing Irene so happy.
“I guess… maybe they could be good together?”
Kagome is one hundred percent convinced that Sesshōmaru would never act upon his feelings, even if he did realize he had them, but there was something she hasn’t taken into consideration just yet.
She knows nothing about what Sesshōmaru and Irene have been through since he saved her with the tenseiga. For all she knows, they might have had moments. Moments that connected them, moments that made their hearts beat faster and bond with one another. For all Kagome knows, when Sesshōmaru rescued Irene from that dragon demon and later that same day the human lord, the two of them might have shared a gaze. They might’ve held each other.
Irene might’ve cried and hugged Sesshōmaru, and Sesshōmaru let her do so because he was worried about her and didn’t want to see her marry another man. Irene might’ve confessed to him, and-
Mechanical pencil falling and clacking against the desk, Kagome smacked her hands to her cheeks and let out a small squeal, sitting up and then hunching over as she kicked her legs, swaying side-to-side. “Noooooo! He would never! But, well, it is Irene, so… maybe? Noooo, it’s Sesshōmaru! Ugh, but because it’s Sesshōmaru- and this is Irene we’re talking about- eeeeehehehehe!”
Okay, maybe Kagome was starting to finally ship them together a little bit.
But who could blame her? She loves a good romance story. Who could have ever guessed that the cold-hearted demon who hates humanity would ever fall for a human, anyways?
This was prime novel material.
Sure, there was also the whole time travel ordeal and the issue of Irene being forcibly summoned against her will to the feudal era, but… all great romances have their obstacles. Kagome certainly has a similar obstacle with her own love life.
Not that… Kagome and Inuyasha are together together, but she definitely does have feelings for him. They weren’t officially dating or anything, despite what her friends seem to think. It’ll be difficult for them to even start doing so with Naraku and… Kikyō around, anyways, and who knows what’ll happen once all the shards of the sacred jewel are collected? As far as things look, her own love life was pretty much doomed.
Kagome’s romantic prospects with Inuyasha didn’t seem very good, all things considered, even if his remaining feelings towards Kikyō were mostly centered around guilt rather than love.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Kagome opened her eyes again, her coffee brown gaze full of worry. A sadness painted her face. “Hopefully Irene didn’t take what Inuyasha said too harshly…”
He just has a hard time expressing himself. Inuyasha is so used to being hurt that he tends to lash out more aggressively than most when he's upset.
That being said, Inuyasha definitely needs to apologize the next time they run into Irene. Kagome will help him if he needs it, but… he burned that bridge, so he has to be the one to mend it. She’ll just give him some advice, a couple pointers, and plenty of encouragement.
Inuyasha knows how Irene feels about being seen as a burden. He hit her where it hurt. Thus, he has to do everything he can to make things better.
Excitement dying down as her thoughts took a more serious turn, Kagome frowned and looked down at the bottle of jewel shards on her desk. “Inuyasha… I hope you’re doing okay.” She reached out to grab the glass, holding it in her palm and observing the shards closely. “Irene didn’t mean anything hurtful by it... she just really likes Sesshōmaru.”
Kagome can relate to that kind of feeling- wanting to stay with the person you liked, even if that person might not like you back.
“I hope you guys can make up soon…”
This whole situation is making her so worried.
Irene… the feudal era… the jewel shards… and everything else; it was all so complicated. Kagome doesn’t know how her simple life became so messy.
One minute it was her fifteenth birthday, the next she was being dragged into a magical well by a massive centipede with a woman’s face and torso. Before she knew it, Kagome was traveling feudal Japan searching for the shards of the sacred jewel, fighting for her life all the while trying not to flunk school. And that isn’t even mentioning the most recent stuff- like everything that was going on with Hinami.
Hinami Saito…
That girl reminded her so much of not only Sesshōmaru, but of Irene as well. It simply wasn’t possible for her to be a descendant of theirs; that would have so many implications. Sesshōmaru, having children with a human? Even if he has feelings for Irene, even if he realized his heart beat faster for her, and even if Irene was somehow able to choose to stay in the past instead of returning to her time, Sesshōmaru would never marry her. He simply couldn’t. The demon is far too proud.
I doubt he’s unaware of Irene’s feelings, he’s pretty sharp, but…
Just because he likes her enough to let her stay around despite her liking him, it doesn’t mean he’s willing to sacrifice his pride and his reputation as a demon to marry and have children with her. Children who would obviously be half-demons. Something that Sesshōmaru so vehemently despises. He would never surrender his pride for love.
Keeping her by his side as just a travel companion was difficult enough for someone like him.
But… on the off-chance Irene is able to make that choice… how would Inuyasha react if, by some miraculous feat or reason, Sesshōmaru did decide to sacrifice everything in order to marry Irene? How would he feel about them being together? What if… he lashes out so hard there’s no hope of ever rekindling his friendship with Irene?
Inuyasha has such a hard time with people as is, Kagome doesn’t want him to lose one of the few people who truly understand and care about him.
Kagome leaned over and buried her face in her arms, groaning. “My head is spinning…”
It would have been better if Irene had fallen for literally anyone else, but… whether or not Sesshōmaru does or doesn’t realize he has feelings for Irene, Kagome has no doubt he’ll take good care of her. Seeing how he treated her, the way he protected her, the way he encouraged her- subtle though it was… Irene was safe by his side. For a guy who hates humans, he’s really taken it upon himself to look after her. Almost… like a boyfriend.
Or a really protective guard dog.
Kagome let out a sigh, turning her head to stare at the folktale book sitting on her desk, the early morning sun starting to rise. “I wonder…”
If Irene ever did properly confess to Sesshōmaru, how would he react?
…
It was a wonder that Irene’s fever ever broke at all.
Sesshōmaru had fallen asleep waiting for her fever to break, knowing he would awaken at the slightest sign of trouble… be it from an unfamiliar scent nearing the cave or from Irene’s heart beating slower than it should, so he had no reservations about whether he should take this chance to rest. He had already become greatly weakened after suffering such a stubborn poison and such heavy blood loss, so it was important he recovered his strength. Yet, despite it all, there was an uneasiness that had settled within him- one that made it difficult to sleep.
It was a ridiculous uneasiness, as he knew he could just use tenseiga if her health took a downhill turn, but emotions were unpredictable. It was precisely why he hated them so much, and why he never wished to have such… feelings. Instead of actually sleeping, Sesshōmaru found himself sitting there and waiting with an almost impatient sort of feeling, listening closely to Irene’s breathing and her occasional whimpers of pain.
Her chest was still heaving, rising and falling, and her pale face was still flushed red. After several hours of waiting, her body temperature had finally begun to lower a little- and in response to the fever breaking Irene began to sweat. Sesshōmaru cursed the way his heart seemed to pick up in its relief, the demon lord silently noting the way her breaths began to grow more steady as time continued to pass them by. Finally she was cooling down.
Irene was finally starting to recover.
And as she began to recover… so, too, did she start to wake. “Nngh…”
Sesshōmaru’s gaze softened against his will, his hold on Irene tightening just slightly as the young woman began to stir. “Are you awake, Irene?”
“Ugh…” Irene let out another groan, her features twisting in discomfort as she shifted in place. Her head rolled onto his chest with a pained gasp. She struggled to speak. “Th… Thirsty…”
Eyes still closed, it was obvious she was half-asleep.
“So… thirsty…”
After all the poison that coursed its way through her system, it’s only natural that she would be. Sesshōmaru made a wise decision, taking the flask of water with him.
Twisting his hand to grab the old bamboo flask that was dangling from his wrist, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Carefully, making sure not to drop it, he slid his fingers downwards to grab the flask by the bottom, then leaned his head forward and tugged the cork out with his teeth. Voice a bit muffled from the cork between his lips, Sesshōmaru called out, “Irene.”
The brunette struggled to open her eyes, dark lashes fluttering.
“Irene, can you use your arm?”
“Arm…” She echoed, coughing with another gasp.
The fingers on her right hand twitched, but pain quickly flooded her features and contaminated her scent. Irene switched to her left arm instead, though her movement was sluggish, and it was difficult for her to lift the limb due to the blood loss. Her hand fumbled for the canteen, feeling the wood pressing against her cheek, and Sesshōmaru helped support her by letting his fingers rest against the canteen’s bottom, the man watching in silence as she began to greedily drink.
Some water spilled down her chin, but Irene didn’t let it stop her, the brunette gulping the liquid down with a desperation to survive. She drank and drank, until she was left coughing and wheezing, and then drank some more.
When she was finally satisfied and pulled back with a gasp, Sesshōmaru quickly took the flask back and corked it, setting the object on her lap. Irene looked a little more at ease now, as her throat was no longer aching from dehydration. It was likely still terribly sore, but she was feeling better and that was what mattered this moment.
It was almost endearing, the way she looked so relaxed against him- even though it was only a few hours ago that she nearly died to the very hand that was now holding her close.
Sesshōmaru cursed himself for that very thought.
“Mmm…” Chest still heaving, Irene struggled to open her eyes. When she was finally able to blink them open, her chestnut brown gaze lifted to stare at him- confusion etched in their beautiful depths. “S-Sessh… Sesshōmaru…?”
Oh.
Oh, he hated how much he liked the sound of his name upon her lips. How lovely her voice sounded despite its roughness. It was as if a part of him had thought he’d never hear that voice again, despite having tenseiga’s healing powers at his disposal. It was utterly ridiculous the way such a simple thing made him feel so… light, and warm.
Trying to dismiss such thoughts, the demon lord focused on Irene’s responses instead- and found himself tilting his head at her, golden gaze still soft even as they narrowed to observe her more closely. It was as if Irene didn't recognize who it was she was looking at despite having just said his name. Perhaps she simply couldn’t comprehend how she was looking at him, given how badly he had wounded her.
Slowly, shakily, she lifted her left hand- and Sesshōmaru blinked, lashes fluttering as her fingers gently brushed the smooth skin of his right cheek.
He did not pull away from her touch.
No, Sesshōmaru simply watched her- allowing the human woman to cup his face with her red-stained hand, his eyes not once leaving her own. Contemplative, confused, cautious; Irene was processing the situation in her tired mind while trying to ascertain if her efforts to save him earlier did or did not fail.
“Sesshōmaru…” Irene murmured again, her thumb caressing the stripes and dried blood on his cheek with a gentleness that conveyed a thousand words. “You’re… here? You’re… o-okay?”
“…Do I appear an illusion to you?”
Realization and understanding finally hitting Irene, Sesshōmaru watched as horror and alarm quickly dawned upon her battered features. Irene’s hand practically yanked itself away. A striking cold quickly took the place of the warmth her palm had left. “S-Sesshō- Sesshōmaru!?”
Irene hurried to sit up, panic flooding her senses, before her scent and body both erupted with pure agony. A strangled cry ripped out past her lips, soon shifting into a silent scream, and it didn’t take for her to completely choke up and collapse against his chest, whimpering and gasping. Her injuries and sore muscles were just too much for her to withstand.
“I-I can’t- it hurts…” Tears were welling up, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. “I can’t… I-I can’t- Sesshōmaru-!”
“Breathe.” Was all he told her, and the woman clamped her mouth shut and tried to calm down.
Inhaling through her nose and exhaling loudly, practically gasping, through her mouth, Irene tried to ease her breaths into something more steady, before gradually relaxing once her body was no longer shaking from hyperventilation. Swallowing thickly, Irene blinked away the tears and glanced up at him, dazed and looking like she was about to pass back out at any moment just from how much it hurt.
It had been the first time Sesshōmaru ever heard Irene willingly admit she was in pain, but she was quick to dismiss it in favor of focusing on him… again.
Why?
“A-Are… you… o-okay?” Irene forced herself to speak. “How’s… your wounds?”
Sesshōmaru remained silent for a moment, the demon lord trying to ignore the way his heart continued to grow lighter upon knowing she was recovering. “You should worry less about me and more about yourself. I may have given you an antidote, but your body is still exhausted from my poison. Go back to sleep.”
“...What?” Irene’s brown eyes glimmered with shock. “You… You poisoned me…? But…”
Her gaze dropped to the bandages wrapped around the demon lord’s torso, then down at her own exposed leg and bloodied kimono.
Evidently, Sesshōmaru had been mistaken; Irene did not know about the poison. His brows furrowed upon seeing the expression she made, her features twisting into something so baffled, only for her eyes to soon widen as she processed what was undoubtedly a betrayal. Irene may have expected him to lash out, to attempt to kill her, but for him to poison her so silently… was likely something that didn’t even cross her mind. Sesshōmaru didn’t even mention the poison in her bloodstream before she fainted.
She may not hold any grudge about the injuries, but the poison was something else entirely. At the very least, Irene should hold a little anger towards him for that.
So why…?
Why does she look so sad? So… heartbroken?
A bitter smile fell upon Irene’s lips as she leaned over and rested her head against his chest again. Swallowing thickly, painfully, she blinked away another wave of tears and weakly chuckled. “I-I’m… sorry. This is… This is my fault, isn’t it? Y-You got hurt because of me, and… even though you were growling, I didn’t…”
Irene paused frequently, struggling to piece together her thoughts and having an even harder time actually trying to speak. The bruises and burns on her throat were truly unsightly. Sniffling and wincing, she closed her eyes. Her hands balled into trembling fists.
“I was… I was a threat to you, y-you thought. And…” Irene’s expression twisted as she coughed, her battered features scrunching up with pain.
Then, to Sesshōmaru’s surprise, her entire body relaxed, a defeat weighing heavily on her shoulders.
“Yeah… that…” A shaky inhale, a weary sigh. “It makes sense. I-I’m sorry.”
Sesshōmaru remained silent, noting the way she was needlessly apologizing again. Casting blame upon herself, instead of on him.
“I-I guess… I g-guess I just th-thought…” Another pause. Her voice sounded terribly rough, the woman barely talking above a whisper. It was obvious that even the most quiet and subdued of laughs hurt her immensely, and yet she chuckled anyway. “O-Obviously we aren’t… friends… o-or anything like that, but I-I thought… I mean…”
Irene bit down hard on her bottom lip, her eyes squeezing tightly shut as more tears welled up.
“I thought… you trusted me. A-At least a little.” Her head tilted, dark hair tickling his bandages. “I’m… sorry. I…” A choke. A sniffle. “I sh-should’ve known better. I’m… I’m such a…”
The woman broke out into several coughs, and fell quiet once she had calmed down. Her eyes were open again, half-lidded, and seemed to stare into nothing as a suffocating atmosphere began to fill the cave.
Sesshōmaru didn’t have to hear her speak to know Irene was mentally berating herself, allowing her self-deprecation and low self worth get the better of her. It was oddly irritating, upsetting, hearing her use the “Sessha” pronoun yet again, because he knew it was due to his actions that she was looking down on herself. Just as she had begun to refer to herself with confidence once more after that argument with his little brother, she was back to this… sad version of herself that did not suit her in the least.
He could still so vividly remember the way Irene strolled into Asagiri Castle with confidence, a grin on her lips and her brown eyes sparkling with a fiery determination. She had been at her most beautiful then, at her most confident.
Irene had feared nothing in that moment, knowing she would only have to call for him if she were in true danger.
But then, on that very same day, she had been brought back down to her lowest, and has been struggling to recover ever since; and this time it was Sesshōmaru who had hurt her. It bothered him greatly that he was so upset about it. It was all the more reason why he detested having these… feelings… because with them came the unnecessary desire of wanting to find a way to bring back the confidence she had lost. It made him want to see that beautiful and fearless Irene again, because that was her at her truest.
A woman unafraid to seek vengeance on those who had harmed her, and who was no longer afraid nor determined to hide or constantly apologize. Someone who would not bow her head in fear to try and appease those around her. Sesshōmaru had seen it for himself, many times, pieces of her real personality shining through, but until that day she had never truly embraced herself. He certain of it, in fact, that until that moment she had been afraid to fully let herself shine.
Yes…
The true Irene was someone who would fight for what she believed in, and who would protect those dear to her. A force who knew she could handle whatever was ahead, for she was not only confident in her own power, but confident that- should she call for him- Sesshōmaru would come for her. She was an Irene who would not cower away despite being so capable a priestess, but was confident without it bordering arrogance. Who knew her limits and no longer sacrificed herself for others, instead accepting his help so that she could live.
Which only made her all the more an enigma.
“...Why didn’t you attack me, Irene?” Sesshōmaru asked, finally voicing the one question that had been on his mind ever since she first appeared to him in the deep forest, his voice quiet. “Why don’t you seek power?”
Irene paused, tiredly blinking a few times, and tilted her head to stare up at him. “What..?”
“If you had used your powers on me,” He continued, his lips falling into a deep frown, “you could have transformed me into one of your Shikigami.”
Sesshōmaru, who has been searching nearly all of his life in order to obtain supreme power, simply could not understand what Irene was thinking. Even if he understood that she had feelings for him, by all means- he had betrayed her. Irene should have taken that opportunity to claim him as one of her spirits, so that she could easily survive any threat sent her way. With him under her command, not even her pathetic walking corpse of an ancestor would be a danger.
But she didn’t.
Even before he hurt her, Irene didn’t so much as consider taking advantage of him. It was baffling and frustrating and senseless, but even more to the point so was the way she was currently staring up at him with an innocent sort of confusion, as though she didn’t understand why he was asking her all of this. The beautiful brown of her eyes resembled only the richest of soil in this darkness, captivating and practically demanding his attention. It was ridiculous.
Utterly ridiculous… and yet they were so full of life it eased the heart in his chest that dared to tense at the thought of her being unable to combat her fever.
“You are mortal, Irene.” The demon lord firmly reminded her, and though he narrowed his eyes he did not glare at her. “You are in dire need of power to protect yourself. Why… would you help me instead of forcing me to join your rank of spirits?”
Irene just continued to stare at him, before taking a moment to blink once, then twice, and then stare down at herself. She said nothing for quite some time, instead taking the chance to grab the near empty flask of water and trying to open it one handed.
Struggling, each attempt only leaving her more exhausted, she seemed to give in and looked up at him with the most pitiful eyes.
Sesshōmaru just gazed at her, watching her hesitate before awkwardly lifting the canteen up to him. Too tired from recent events to even care about how annoyingly charming that was of her, he leaned down and grasped the cork with his teeth again, opening it. Irene was quick to take a large gulp, before pausing and staring up at him again.
She offered him the remaining water.
Sesshōmaru begrudgingly let her take the cork from his teeth, so he could accept the drink.
After the flask was emptied, Irene corked it and let it fall off to the side on the cave floor- the sound of the wood hitting the stone floor breaking the silence. Swallowing thickly, she glanced up at Sesshōmaru again. Closing her eyes and inhaling deeply, she boldly moved to lean against his chest once more. She nuzzled him, head placed strategically over his heart.
Irene listened to its soothing beat for a long moment. “…I-I don’t really have a reason… I think. I just…”
Her voice, already so terribly scratchy and forced, seemed even more strangled than usual. Perhaps because she was trying not to cry.
“I…” Irene’s lips drew into a thin line. “I love you.”
Sesshōmaru paused at that.
“A-And… I want… to stay with you.”
Honestly, did Irene even realize what she was saying? This is the second time she’s now declared a desire to have him for a husband.
He was less surprised by the confession and more by the fact that she actually admitted her feelings for him, but, given what she said before in front of all her friends, even that wasn’t much of a shock. Still, for someone who struggles constantly to voice her own desires, her speaking of her affections for him was something to be commended. It was just unfortunate that she had developed feelings for the wrong man, given he has zero intention to reciprocate her feelings.
That being said... “Would turning me into a Shikigami not make that so?”
“I want… to stay with you i-in a way that doesn’t hurt you.” Irene rephrased, turning so that her forehead was pressing into his bandaged chest. “I don’t… w-want you to hate me.”
Sesshōmaru could hardly comprehend what he just heard.
His golden eyes flickered with a conflicting array of emotions, the young man of a demon struggling to mask his expression. It was obvious Irene was trying to prepare herself to say something else, so he kept quiet- but he couldn’t help but stare down at her disbelief, finding it difficult to believe that that was truly the only reason. It was absolutely ridiculous.
Irene has more need than most to acquire power; she has every reason to backstab and betray others. By all means, there was no sensible reason why she didn’t betray and backstab him. Especially since her feelings for him could serve as a drive to make sure she obtained him. If he was trapped by her side, by her order he would have no choice but to obey. If she wished to have him, she would. His power, his soul, his body- his very being would be hers, would it not?
This made no sense to him at all.
“You…” Irene hesitated to speak. “You mean so much t-to me, a-and… power…”
She inhaled shakily and winced.
“P-Power… doesn’t always mean… p-pro…tection. Sh-Shikigami will… backstab if…” The poor woman struggled to steady her breaths. Irene looked incredibly dizzy. “They’ll backstab… if… mistreated.”
The Shikigami can revolt against her?
Are they not soul bound to serve her?
So she could not have him so easily, then… but that just means that for Irene to have so many spirits under her command, and for them all to listen to her so carefully; it really goes to show just how capable a priestess she truly was. Not once has she ever had trouble with asking for their help.
Unlike with myself, Sesshōmaru, whom she pointedly refused to call for until recently.
Yet, with that being said, why would Irene risk taking in the Nue as a spirit? Even if she was unaware she had the ability to seal demons away, the many spirits she does have- particularly the familiar she used to perform the ceremony- should have prevented it from joining their ranks due to its dangerous nature. The likelihood of it actually listening to her was extremely low.
So for her to take in the Nue, and not Sesshōmaru…
Are her feelings for me truly the only reason?
Or is it because Irene is just… so… purely herself?
It was strange, how she constantly challenged his way of thinking and his understanding of the world with her very existence. Strange and incredibly frustrating.
“H-Hey… Sesshōmaru?” Irene’s voice snapped the demon lord out of his contemplation, and when he focused his attention on her he noticed she was keeping her face hidden from his view. Her voice was softer now, barely even audible, but Sesshōmaru still listened- and made out the words she struggled to speak with his keen hearing. “Can I… tell you something?”
What more could there possibly be to say?
She had already confessed her heart to him, all the while answering the question that had been plaguing him. Irene even told him things about her powers that he hadn’t considered before. But perhaps because he hadn’t the slightest notion of what else could be said that he found himself all the more curious.
Although Irene should be resting her voice and recovering her strength… against his better judgment, Sesshōmaru tilted his head at the young woman, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. “What is it?”
“...I-It’s more of a question, a-actually.” She stammered. Pausing for a few seconds, as if waiting for him to voice any disapproval, she tentatively continued. “I… I noticed something. About you.”
About him?
For a moment, Sesshōmaru’s expression hardened. His grip on her shoulder tightened. He couldn’t help but wonder if she somehow knew about the recent revelation he had, foolish such a thought may be- as there was no possible way she could know… unless she had actually been awake earlier.
Impossible.
Sesshōmaru knows she was asleep when he was tending to her wounds. He can tell a sleeping mortal from an awake one, and a pretender from scent alone. Irene had most certainly been fast asleep back then.
So what on earth is she-
“E-Even…” Irene struggled to say, choking on her own voice, “Even if I make you… mad, you… n-never yell… at me. You don’t… hit me, or curse.”
The ludicrousness of her statement made the demon lord pause, his spiraling thoughts coming to an abrupt and very unexpected halt. Of all the things he thought she might say, that was not one of them.
Sesshōmaru actually blinked, stunned by the brunette’s obvious observation. “What?”
“You just… glare, and… t-tell me not to do the… stupid thing I did again.” Irene’s head finally turned, but while her eyes remained closed, a smile most sorrowful had formed upon her pale lips. “I shouldn’t… be s-so happy about it, but…”
Sadness marked her battered features, yet despite it all he could hear an amusement in her tone. It astonished Sesshōmaru, as he did not understand what Irene found so amusing about the current situation- or even the things she was saying. It almost gave rise to the anger he felt previously when they first had their argument… until Sesshōmaru remembered the conversation he overheard her have with that old audacious monk.
The mistreatment she suffered in this era, and had likely suffered in her own.
Remaining silent, simply allowing her to speak her piece, Sesshōmaru watched as Irene inhaled shakily. Letting out a heavy breath, the woman’s shoulders quickly slumped- and her body went limp against his own. All of her strength seemed to have left her. “It’s… It’s so different.”
“Different?” He quietly echoed. “Would you rather I behave like a beast and strike you when upset?”
“...No.” Irene’s smile became smaller then, sadder. She held back a flinch, the woman pushing her throat a bit too much to get out her thoughts. “I… I like… how you are. It’s… nice.”
Around them, the cave seemed to slowly vanish from mind. There was hardly anything left of their surroundings, as the world began to consist solely of the two of them and the tender, fragile intimacy of their conversation. Even as it grew colder outside, the icy air slowly stretching into the earthy halls of their hiding place, the demon lord and his human companion were completely unperturbed by it all, their focus solely on one another.
Here, in this moment, there was only Sesshōmaru and Irene.
Nothing more and nothing less.
“I’ve always…” Irene hesitated again, her confession almost a whisper in the wind. She seemed scared to speak it, and yet she did so anyway- because, despite everything, she still trusted Sesshōmaru. “I’ve always b-been yelled at… growing up. Blamed for… things I never did. They would… c-curse me and… a-and hit me. They would take their… a-anger out on me, just because they could.”
Growing quiet, the woman paused.
Sesshōmaru’s eyes became half-lidded, his molten gold gaze catching the way Irene looked to be mentally berating herself for even allowing herself to say this. As if she believed it to be a major offense of some sort to confide in him.
“My family…” Head tilting, Irene choked out another weak laugh. “I-It wasn’t a good one. I try to… ignore the bad, but it’s… it’s hard, you know? A-And aside from my siblings, I… I don’t really miss anyone. Not anymore.”
Biting down on her trembling bottom lip, the brunette blinked away a few tears.
“I feel… awful for it. But… they were all awful to me.”
Sesshōmaru had always known that her life back in her era was not a pleasant one. It may have never been said outright, but the way Irene cowered and looked so heavily down upon herself made it obvious. The way she had reacted upon their first argument had said it all.
But to hear her actually talking about it; it made him wonder why she was ever willing to follow her sister back there at all. It actually angered him a little, realizing she was willing to give up a life where she was actually happy for a life full of needless pain simply because it was what someone else wanted. It angered him even more upon realizing that once she left- if she left- whatever confidence she may have regained by then would end up shattered completely, and that he, Sesshōmaru, would be unable to do anything about it.
Even if she calls for him, the demon lord likely would not be able to reach her.
Irene would be suffering for the remainder of her life… likely being torn down by those around her before eventually being forced to marry some vermin that was just as bad at her father's behest, and all Sesshōmaru would be able to do is stare at the sky and wonder if she had ever managed to build up the courage to escape her abusers, never knowing her fate.
Sesshōmaru has always disliked people making decisions for him; it is why he does not force decisions upon others- with the sole exception of his servant, Jaken, who was more cowardly than he dare pretend to be- or try to influence what they may choose. Their life is their own, and thus they must make their own decisions instead of bowing to the whims of others. But, in this one instance, deep in the depths of the heart he had done his damndest to keep from feeling such ridiculous and pointless emotions, despite everything he had ever believed, Sesshōmaru… found himself tempted to ask her to stay.
I can’t believe this…
Sesshōmaru closed his eyes, burying the wretched thought as deep as he could. When Irene began to continue her tale, his eyes opened halfway, the demon of a man staring down at her through long lashes with a hint of solemn resignation painting his handsome face. The thought of Irene being forced to marry some wretch only brought back the memory of her dressed up in pure elegance, despair on her face as tears streaked her rosy cheeks. Her eyes had lit up with such hope upon seeing him break down that dragon's door, but if such a situation were to repeat again in her era... there would be no door for him to appear and rescue her. If her father tried to sell her off to some wealthy lord to revive their fallen family, she would have no choice but to obey unless she found a way to escape on her own. The idea of it all left Sesshōmaru feeling strangely... nauseous- and infuriated.
But he kept himself calm, dismissing his useless thoughts to focus on Irene's words instead.
“No one… ever believed anything I said.” The brunette murmured. “It… It made me so… angry. I lashed out… so much as a kid.”
The corner of her lips twitched, her smile a bit more shaky now. She laughed through her nose, the puff of air bitter and quite resentful. It was something that one would not expect from someone so gentle, and especially not from Irene herself, but due to recent events Sesshōmaru knew that even she had her limits. Having traveled with her and seeing her bicker with Jaken, he knew she had a spiteful side- one she tried to keep under control, but still let slip out every now and then.
“It wasn’t… u-until I was…” Irene hesitated. “It wasn’t until I was… a-around Inuyasha’s age… th-that they got kicked out. But even then… my dad…”
Sesshōmaru’s eyes darkened, the demon lord quickly latching on that piece of information. “Your father…?”
“...Forget it.” Resting her forehead against him for perhaps the third or fourth time, Irene let out a pained sigh, completely dismissing the subject. “It’s… not important.”
Though she claims it was nothing of importance, Sesshōmaru was starting to suspect it was her father who had convinced her she was worthless. The reason why he thought that was simple; at that moment, the second she began to mention her father, her use of “Sessha” became ever-so-prominent.
“Wh-What I’m trying to say is…” Irene’s voice was sounding more and more hoarse as time went on. She wasn’t going to be able to talk much longer. “I like… that you don’t get mean about things. I mean, you do get mean, but… not in a violent or… scary way. And… And you don’t…”
Irene’s lips curled back, a lump catching itself in her throat.
“You don’t leave me behind, even though… literally anyone else would. Again and again… I-I’m so used to it. People would… keep me around because it’s convenient, because… I’d do things for them, but w-when I couldn’t… be useful a-anymore, they’d… abandon me. I did… everything I could… t-to make them happy. And… every time… I would end up alone.”
Irene began to cough again, breathing heavily against him, her face growing flushed as the fever threatened to rise once more.
She was talking when she should be resting, but… while none of what she was saying should be considered important to him, Sesshōmaru found he did not wish to silence her. He wanted her to finish her story, so that he could understand her better.
For some annoying reason, he wanted to know why she was the way she was.
“I just… wanted to be liked.” Irene tearfully confessed. “I didn’t… want to be alone. But… I became alone anyway, and… th-then I… ended up here. And… I got to meet you.” Exhaustion was hanging heavily on her eyelids, but it did little to stop her from smiling up at him so bittersweetly, her brown gaze resembling tree bark caught in the rain. “It’s… silly. A-And I know you don’t care. I know… I shouldn’t be telling you all this because you don’t care, but…”
One final pause.
“I guess… I just w-want you to… know me. My friends here… care about me, but you’re… the only who really sees me… I think. You saw me… a-as I was… when I was sick, and… you see me as I am now. I-I want… you to keep seeing me.”
Her smile grew just a touch brighter then.
“I-Is that selfish?” Irene asked, sincerity in all that she was. “When I’m with you… I-I find myself… wanting to be selfish. Like… I’m allowed to be. Even… E-Even though I… probably shouldn’t…”
Sesshōmaru could not answer her question. All he could do was face her with one of his own. “What about now? Do you… still feel alone?”
Irene hummed sleepily. “Not… with you. It’s warm… with you.”
“Warm?”
“Mm. Even though y-you don’t… like me or… trust me, you never… tried to abandon me.” The pain was back in her voice, but it was little in the face of her body’s weariness. “You never… lied to me… about how you feel. It’s nice. I really, really like… that about… you…”
Irene looked as though she were about to call his name, but before she could do so her exhaustion won her over, sending her back into a deep slumber.
The woman still looked so terribly pale, but there was a comfort in the way her body had gradually began to cool. The fever may be attempting to come back, but she was still fighting it. Even now, sweat glistening against her bloodied face, Irene was still fighting.
Irene was still fighting, because that was all she had ever known to do.
Surviving such a household- for a human, a woman, as sickly and frail as she- it must have been difficult, indeed. To be fighting to return to such a hellish place was foolish beyond measure, but he could not entirely fault her for it, as she did not have anywhere else to go. She would likely be sent back to her time once her undead ancestor was defeated, without so much as a choice.
But… if she were given a choice…
If Irene had the strength and courage to make her own decision, instead of merely doing what her older sister wished…
What would she choose?
Gaze half-lidded, Sesshōmaru shifted his grip on Irene and leaned back against the cave wall, allowing her the honor of laying against him completely. He kept his arm wrapped securely around her, her dark hair tickling his chin as he rested against the bulk of his fur. Jaw tightening, Sesshōmaru closed his eyes, feeling rather irate that he couldn’t strike down the fools that called themselves Irene’s family. Her relatives, her father, all of them who dared strike her- or bring her to such a lowly state of mind with their words alone; he wished to kill them all.
But they were centuries away from now, and he would have no way to identify them. Irene would be long gone by then, her mortal lifespan unlikely to allow her to last more than a few decades.
If she could choose…
Sesshōmaru found his mind wandering, the warmth from Irene’s body oddly calming, the demon lord being lulled into sleep himself.
Would Irene still choose me?
Just as she had chosen him over his little brother, would Irene choose him over the life she had left behind? Even if it was merely to travel with him, with no hope of anything more?
No, it hardly matters what she chooses. As a proud demon, he cares nothing for a human woman such as herself. Whether she leaves or stays, whether she chooses him or not, Sesshōmaru does not… care. Even if his body has come to have such ridiculous carnal desires, even if his heart was stolen, it matters not. He will never act upon such feelings, and thus will never let himself truly have such feelings. He does not care. He will not care.
No matter what fate may spring upon him, he will never allow himself to…
He won’t ever…
Loving a human, loving Irene, is not…
Sesshomaru’s mind was unable to finish the thought, the demon lord lured into sleep by the soothing scent of petrichor and the warmth of Irene curled up against him.
…
It was cold.
My body felt like it was trapped in a river of sludge, sinking deeper and deeper into the thick liquid, before fresh water began to gradually wash it all away. As the sludge weighing me down began to vanish, I found myself gasping for air, breathing a bit more heavily as I greedily inhaled all the oxygen I could.
The next thing I knew, I found myself being swept away and carried upstream, something on either side of me supporting me and bringing me to safety. I could feel a coolness… and a warmth. I think there were scales brushing against my fingertips.
The wet, slimy scales of a fish.
Fish?
Ah, am I in my soul again?
“Is she waking?” The creature on my left asked.
“She looks like she’s waking. It’s about time.” The creature on my right responded. “Hah… what a frail master we have.”
“At least the contamination is finally gone. The antidote took its sweet time in working.”
“Reckless, stubborn, foolish… kind. Ridiculous.”
Yeah, those are definitely the koi.
I didn’t have the strength to speak, so rather than call them out on their rude comments I just let them continue taking me through the river stream. Before long, I found myself before shoved onto grassy land, and with a rather rough push was unceremoniously sent rolling a couple feet down a small hill before coming to a halt. Moving wasn’t really an option, given just how badly everything hurt, so I remained laying there until I felt a muzzle push against my shoulder and roll me onto my back.
A slight groan escaped my lips, but my eyelids felt so damn heavy. I couldn’t open them. I was trying, but they didn’t want to listen.
“Irene…” Wait, was that the dragon talking? “The poison and demonic energy should have left your system. It is merely your physical injuries that are left. You should be able to move. Focus.”
I was focusing; my body just really did not want to move.
“Open your eyes, Irene.”
Ugh… but it hurts.
“Do you not want answers?”
At that, I furrowed my brows and begrudgingly tried yet again to open my eyes.
Blinking groggily, wincing as I did so, I found myself staring into a familiar pair of sky blue eyes. Red-and-blue flames licking a body made of smooth scales greeted me, and I began to wonder- perhaps for the first time- if this creature was actually just a dragon, or something more demonic.
“Who…” I almost flinched, the sound of my voice being so clear somehow more alarming than if it were to be raspy and broken. Still laying flat on my back, I met the gaze of the being before me. “Who are you?”
The dragon bowed its head, hovering above me, long body coiled around my much smaller one. “My name… is Tatsunori. I was once the guardian deity of Mount Ryusozan. My familiars, the healing koi… were gifted the names Ayumu and Kai by yours truly. Irene…”
Closing its eyes, the flames enveloping the dragon seemed to grow in size, before spinning around us in a brilliant tornado of pure fire. As I forced myself to sit up, I watched with wide eyes as the dragon’s form began to shift, the long tail of its body shifting and growing smaller and smaller. The dragon’s head shrunk down and slowly took shape into something a little more humanoid. Soon, the fiery tornado vanished; the only flames that remained being the ones that danced upon the Shikigami’s form… and what greeted me was not the dragon, but the one called Tatsunori.
A tall man with gentle eyes and long storm-colored hair. He was dressed like royalty, or someone of incredibly high status, wearing at least six different layers. From what I knew of my time staying in this era, it seemed to be a blend of Japanese and Chinese attire.
Something akin to a Yichang, judging by the white cross-over collar top and the blue-grey wrap around skirt that was belted in place with a golden obi- and tied together with an exceedingly long sash colored a light blue with matching white cloud-like patterns. Underneath was a long golden robe, embroidered with elegant darker gold koi fish, the flowy fabric reaching the ground and hiding his feet- likely to give the illusion he was floating whenever he walked. And, underneath it all, was a blue juban, protecting the outer clothes from coming into contact with his body.
But then there were the robes he was wearing. From what I could tell, the inner two were quite simple and plain in color- the first one a dark crimson, and then a plain grey color, but the outer robe…
The first two were clearly only there to accentuate the magnificence of the black robe, whose dark coloring further emphasized the beauty of the blue-and-white wave-like patterns. But then there was his hair- most of which fell free and threatened to touch the ground. A small portion of it was tied up and held in place by four beautiful hairpins, the top two adorned with little crescent moons while the bottom two had blue beads and a golden diamond-shaped metal hanging from them.
Bronze eyeshadow adorned his face, accompanied by various dark blue markings. There were three dots under each eye, and seven on his forehead in a sharper “u” shape, stopping right between his brows, a single diamond just above the middle one. His ears were webbed, but the rims were dark blue, and he…
He looked older.
Older than Inuyasha and Sesshōmaru’s late father. Somehow, I could just tell- this man was ancient in demon standards. Ancient and… beautiful. Regal. He practically glided as he walked, and I was unable to speak as he stood before me.
Arms tucked into his sleeves, the man smiled at me. “You still recognize me in this form, do you not?”
“...Y-Yeah.” I was a little disoriented, but I think that was due to my injuries in the waking realm more than anything else. “Uh… you said… your name- Tatsu…nori?”
His blue eyes were warm. “Yes.”
I went silent after that, remaining seated on the ground as I tried to process all of this. It was kind of a shock, but after what happened with Roh it was a little easier to understand as I was somewhat expecting something like this.
The dragon has a second form. His name is Tatsunori. Because he has a second form, he must be more than just a dragon.
If Roh is a demon, then…
“A-Are you a demon, too?”
“Once.” Tatsunori answered, his gaze soft. “A long time ago, before mortals sought blessings and bestowed upon me the title of their god. Now I am merely your spirit, who serves to keep you safe, as do my familiars.”
With one hand, he gestured gracefully to the koi behind me, and I whipped my head around with a sharp inhale.
“Ayumu… and Kai.”
The fish that had been carrying me through the water were now gone, a pair of twins standing in the water in their place. At least, they could have been twins. I wasn’t entirely sure.
Both had pale skin, sharp yellow eyes accented by bright red markings that matched the dragon they served, and curly sky blue hair they each kept tied out of their faces, albeit in different styles. While the man on the left wore his in a simple ponytail with a black hairpin adorned with scarlet beads, the woman let most of her hair hang loose and fall over her shoulders in waves, the top half pulled back and pinned symmetrically in place by two hairpins that were near identical to the one the man was wearing- but with the addition of two big yellow lotus flower pins.
Furthermore, they both dressed befitting their roles, wearing similar white hakama- but while the man’s hakama touched the ground, the woman’s ballooned out, tied into place around her ankles- revealing her red, very webbed feet. They were dressed mainly in white, stormy grey, and dark blue colors, their vest and hakui respectively embroidered with koi designs.
Ayumu… and Kai…
I wasn’t sure which was which, but I could tell from their gazes alone that they were definitely the judgmental koi I often asked for help. I always figured they weren’t just fish, but for them to actually be demons?
Without Roh revealing himself, I never would’ve guessed it.
“We weren’t always able to take this form.” The female koi said, closing her eyes as she laced her webbed hands into her long sleeves. “We weren’t always able to speak, either.”
The male koi beside her nodded. “Lord Tatsunori granted us speech and the ability to not merely transform, but heal as well. By becoming his familiars, we were given strength.”
“And by becoming your familiar, you have gained his strength.”
“I am Kai.” The man said, fixing me with a half-lidded stare. “Of the sea.”
“And I am Ayumu,” The female koi stated, opening her eyes to frown at me, “she who dreams.”
I just stared at them. “O-Okay…”
Breathe. Process.
“What… Wh-What about all the other spirits?”
Ayumu and Kai shared a look, turned their attention back to me, then glanced at Tatsunori who was still standing beside me.
Following their stares, I looked back up at the tall demon… deity. The tall demon deity who is more than just a very powerful, very sentient dragon. Who has a habit of helping me. But who also takes a lot of energy to summon and-
Ooooohhh, that’s why.
So much makes sense now. I have trouble summoning him because he’s considered a god, and is, as such, really freaking powerful. He’s the ultimate cheat code in a battle that I could pull, but just like how when I fought those vultures in the sky it comes with the cost of nearly depleting me of all strength. If he’s a deity, the reason summoning him wears me out so much is because I’m literally summoning the most overpowered being an onmyōji priestess possibly could ever summon.
Goodness…
Maybe I should change my name to “Yuna” or something. This is ridiculous. I seriously have a “god” for a spirit!?
Wasn’t he one of the first ones to help me out in this world, too? Holy heck.
“Irene.” Tatsunori’s voice snapped me out of my wandering thoughts, and I blinked up at him, wide brown meeting amused blue. “Do you truly wish to see the others? You may not like what you find. I asked everyone to take on the forms they’ve shown you in order to… come across less intimidating. I did not wish to scare you as you were new this… era.”
Ah, I think Roh mentioned something like that before. “I-I’m okay with it. So long as none of them are, like, giant spiders in disguise, I should be good.”
I let out a small laugh, bringing a hand up to ruffle my hair and suppressing a wince at the pain throbbing throughout my arm. The injuries may not have followed me here, but the phantom pain from their existence in the waking realm was definitely there- alongside an extreme soreness in the muscles.
“I’ve seen my fair share of spooky demons, so aside from that I think I’ll be fine.”
Tatsunori nodded, understanding very well what I meant. He likely also remembered my first encounter with a major demon, where I first used actively prayed to the Shikigami for help. It had been the most disgusting of spiders. “Then… shall we go meet them? They’re currently busy, ah…” He paused, thinking of how to explain. “Shall we say… welcoming our newest member?”
“Newest- oh.” I totally forgot about the Nue.
After everything that happened after the battle, the way I had ended up unintentionally recruiting the beast into my group of spirits had slipped my mind. I was so shaken up by Roh’s true identity being revealed and trying to tend to Sesshōmaru’s wounds, I had next to no time to actually process what-
“No!” I let out a sharp gasp, smacking my hands to my mouth in horror and alarm. “Oh, no, no, no! Sesshōmaru!”
Is he okay? He had lost so much blood, and there was all that poison in his system- oh gods, why am I even here? I need to wake up. I have to check on him and make sure he’s recovering, and-
Oh. Wait.
Why am I here, actually?
I remember tending to him, but everything after that was a bit fuzzy. After I bandaged him, I talked to him for a bit and got a little overwhelmed because of how he had been looking at me… and I think I panicked. But I don’t really remember anything after standing up. Did I faint?
Hands sliding to cup my cheeks, I tilted my head and closed my eyes with a concerned pout, going deep into thought.
I did lose quite a bit of blood after he clawed me…
Wasn’t there something wrong with my arm, too? I can’t quite remember. Was the bite worse than I initially thought?
Blinking open my eyes, I lowered my hands to stare at my right arm and pushed up my sleeve. It looked perfectly fine, but in reality- in the waking realm- it was probably torn open and very hideous looking. He had bitten me pretty deep, despite the kimono protecting me from the worst of his strength. It did little to stop his claws from tearing up my leg, though.
“Sesshōmaru…” Did he truly trust me so little? Did he not have any faith in me?
My heart sank at the thought.
Was I the only one who believed that there was more than just… a promise between us?
Even though I knew he barely tolerated me, I found myself getting my hopes up without realizing. Because he was always saving me and defending me, and because he went out of his way to find me… a part of me thought maybe we were more than what we actually were. Not friends, not allies, I definitely wasn’t stupid enough to think he might have feelings for me, but… I thought it was something more special, something beyond labels, where we could trust and rely on one another wholly and completely, knowing we would always have each other’s backs.
When he saved me from Ryūno, my heart had soared in ways I never thought possible, and it let me hope. Even though said hope was foolish and had no place here, even though it was Sesshōmaru of all people, I still let myself trust in that. In him.
But he never trusted me, not really. What trust I thought we had never actually existed.
I ran my left hand gingerly across the skin of my right forearm, recalling vividly the way his face had looked as he glared at me with those crimson eyes. He had looked both so furious and so… terrified; I didn’t know it was even possible for him to seem so scared.
Angry? Yes. Petty? Absolutely. Jealous? That was made obvious to me since day one, due to his rivalry with his little brother, Inuyasha. But… scared?
It had never even occurred to me that such a thing was a possibility for him.
The emotional damage he suffered from his father’s seeming favoritism towards Inuyasha was not lost on me. I had called him out on it before when we first argued, but despite it all… until that moment when I could actually see the burned stump that remained of his left arm, and was able to come to the conclusion that the limb was obviously chopped off rather than being something he was simply born without, he sort of remained this impossible figure in my head- someone who was practically infallible- whether I had realized it or not. To me, he had been someone who couldn’t be physically wounded or frightened. Someone who couldn’t be touched.
But he was.
Sesshōmaru was someone who could get hurt just like the rest of us, and could very likely die if the injuries were grave enough.
He almost did die, suffering severe injury and a poison powerful enough that it stalled his regenerative abilities, in an effort to protect me. To… save me. Sesshomaru would’ve died saving me if I didn’t ignore his warning growls to tend to his wounds.
Wait, that… doesn’t make sense.
If he didn’t trust me, if he had such a low opinion of me, why… would he let himself get hurt for me? Why would he risk his life for someone he doesn’t care about? We may not be friends, but we aren’t exactly nothing either, after everything we’ve been through. If he didn’t trust me, or care about my wellbeing, then he would never have had allowed himself to do something so reckless and dangerous- especially when he normally has everything under control. He’s too proud to just let himself get injured for someone.
Something isn’t adding up here.
Confused, I lifted my head- staring up at Tatsunori with furrowed brows, as if hoping he somehow had the answer. Yet, instead of giving it to me, the older dragon just smiled as if knowing what I was thinking and gestured with his head to follow after him as he began to walk- no, glide- into the forest nearby, not bothering to wait for me to even attempt standing up.
“Tatsu-” Before I could finish calling out to him, two pairs of hands swooped down on either side of me and grasped my arms. A startled yelp escaped my lips. Looking up, I saw Ayumu on my left and Kai on my right.
Startled chestnut met stoic lemon yellow, and the next thing I knew the koi were pulling me up onto my feet and dragging me along with them as they walked after their lord. Having no chance of breaking free, and knowing I would likely only aggravate them if I tried, I let them do as they wished, but sulked all the while.
Considering what happened the last time I got manhandled like this… it really wasn’t something I was comfortable with anymore.
I really hope I never have to see that Diana bitch ever again…
I know we’re technically related, but ugh; she was the worst. Worse than Anastasia, even. I don’t want to step foot into that town ever again.
Or any town, really, but…
I’ll have to, to replace the supplies Naraku’s army ruined.
For Rin.
Glancing at the demons on either side of me, I looked back at Tatsunori who was up ahead. His robes dragged behind him as he glided across the grass, his long hair fluttering in the wind. I always thought he was regal as a dragon, but as a person it was a lot more obvious. He was a very beautiful demon. Although, if you asked me, a certain dog demon was much prettier, but that may also just be my bias talking.
“Lord Tatsunori left the other spirits to the Nue.” Ayumu suddenly spoke up. “That was so we could keep an eye on your recovery.”
“It would have been better if you called out for the bird, but you were too deep in unconsciousness to do so. Honestly,” Kai gave me a look, “why bother making a pact with it if you aren’t going to use its purification powers when needed? What a useless creature.”
“I’m sorry…?” That’s kind of harsh. “I can’t exactly control when I’m unconscious or awake. Don’t blame the bird.”
“You have some level of awareness now,” He continued, blatantly ignoring me, “but you’re quite the useless master as well.”
“Your kindness is a curse.” Ayumu stated, narrowing her eyes at me. “Such emotion will do you no good.”
Wow, okay, I kind of liked them better as fish. “I-Is there a point to this? Would you have preferred it if I just left Sesshōmaru to die?”
To my surprise, the koi demons went silent, turning their heads away and staring ahead of them. When I followed their gazes, I realized they were focused on the black robe trailing on the ground behind Tatsunori. Looking back at the two near identical demons, I was even more surprised to see actual emotion on their faces- something twisted and conflicted, like guilt and melancholy and… concern.
It wasn’t like their usual cold or judgmental expressions. This actually had a hint of warmth to it, painful though the warmth in their expressions was.
“…No,” Ayumu answered quietly after a long moment.
Kai closed his eyes. “Your kindness… and desire to help those around you...” The man inhaled deeply, then leaned his head back to stare up at the clear blue sky above, his yellow eyes brimming with an almost ancient sort of sorrow. “That is why we trust you. It is why… Lord Tatsunori serves you.”
Why he serves me?
Maybe it was the way they said it, maybe it was because of how they phrased it; whatever the case, I found their words rather odd. It was starting to make me wonder if all these revelations about their true identities as spirits was actually going to leave me with more questions rather than answers. Because, no matter how I tried to wrap my brain around it, something didn’t quite add up.
But that could also just be my blood loss talking.
Neither koi said much of anything after that, simply continuing to walk after their god. It didn’t take long for us reach a small clearing in the forest, but it certainly was a bit awkward on my end as I was trying to comprehend everything they had told me while also attempting to figure out what it was they might have been implying with that last- oddly cryptic- comment.
The clearing wasn’t anything extravagant. Just a small field in the vast forest of my soul. What really caught my attention was the circle of spirits surrounding the Nue- who, in its tiger-like form, was currently being growled at by a humanoid Roh.
The boy hardly looked intimidating when pitted against such a large creature, but the many animals surrounding the faux tiger did give him some leeway. Especially the rhino and bull. It was hard to believe I truly had a young dog demon for a familiar, and even harder to believe that all my spirits were likely demons. But the Feudal Era was unique, to say the least, so I guess it wasn’t something entirely unexpected. Anything magical or spiritual or even demonic could happen, and it would just be par for the course.
I thought I had stopped questioning things a long time ago, but I guess stuff like this could still surprise me.
Roh looks so small, but in his true form he’s bigger than all these spirits combined…
Perhaps the only spirit bigger than him was Tatsunori in his dragon form. But what about in the waking realm? I got a glimpse of Sesshōmaru’s true form when he bit me, but not the full thing. Seeing as Roh is just a child… would Sesshōmaru be even bigger than him? How much bigger? What does he even look like?
Will I ever get the chance to find out?
Upon hearing my footsteps- mine, specifically, because neither the dragon nor the koi made any sound as they walked- the spirits that were arguing stopped and turned to look at us. Roh’s face lit up brightly, his amber eyes sparkling, but it didn’t long for his features to twist into one of heavy relief, tears welling up.
“Master!” The child cried out.
He wasted no time in running at me- arms held outwards and his long red boa billowing behind him. Ayumu and Kai let go of my arms just in time for me to catch the young dog demon, a small grunt escaping my lips as he crashed hard into my chest, his little arms coiling around my waist. We both fell to the ground rather unceremoniously, the child on my lap.
“Oh, thank goodness! Roh was so-! I was-!” He hiccuped loudly, openly sobbing now. “M-Masteeeeer~!”
Goodness…
Roh may be a demon, but he didn’t look any older than Kohaku. I think he might actually be just a bit younger. Older than Rin, definitely, but younger than Kohaku. He had watched me nearly die to Naraku’s little ghost trick, then get bitten by Sesshōmaru when I was already wounded. It must’ve shaken him up quite a bit, the poor thing.
A child was a child, no matter whether they were human or demon.
Gently wrapping my arms around him, I began to pet his orange hair. I kept my voice soft as I tried to soothe him. “I’m sorry, Roh. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m okay now, promise.”
“Y-You’re not okay! Not… Not yet. Master is still…” He held me tighter, face buried in my chest. His shoulders trembled. “Master is still… r-recovering… from what Mister did…”
I really don’t like a child referring to me as their master, but that’s not what I should focus on right now. “I’ll be okay.”
How I’m not actually dead yet after all that blood I definitely lost I’m not entirely certain, but I’m nothing if not stubborn. I’ll wake up soon enough and heal.
Roh seemed to have a hard time believing me, though, for the boy sniffled and looked up at me with a small glare, his eyes adorably puffy and his round cheeks stained with tears. “Don’t do that again! Wh-When a dog demon growls at you… you stay away from them! M-Mister’s at fault, too, but… don’t approach him next time! O-Or anyone, for that matter! Just let them be!”
At that, my eyes became half-lidded and my smile saddened. I slid my hand down from Roh’s hair to cup his face, gradually coming to the understanding that my affection for this little boy was the same as my affection for Rin. No dramatic reveal could change that.
Dog, demon… it didn’t matter.
He was a child, and as my familiar I may be under his protection but he was under my care.
I watched as he sniffled again, before gently wiping away a tear with my thumb. “I can’t promise you that, Kyokkiro.”
His eyes widened at the usage of his true name.
“I can’t… let Sesshōmaru die. Not because of me.”
“But he almost killed you!”
“That’s fine.”
Roh startled. “What?”
I let out a small laugh, weak it may have been. “I’d rather Sesshōmaru kill me than Anastasia, y’know?”
The boy scowled, sulking. “That isn’t something to laugh about, Master…”
“Eh.” My shoulders rose in a shrug. “At least I’m still alive, right?”
Roh pulled back with a huff, puffing his cheeks out as his tiny hands gripped at the fabric on my waist. “Roh doesn’t understand what you see in that jerk…”
I sputtered at that, nearly cackling. “I-I don’t think anyone does!”
Anyone other than Rin, at least.
“But it’s seriously fine.” I settled my hands on the boy’s shoulders, grinning. “I’m not dead and I think he’s still alive, so that’s all that matters. He got hurt protecting me, and… I’m not mad at him for what happened.” The corners of my eyes crinkled, my smile bittersweet. “I think… he was just scared. Injured that badly… I mean, we aren’t exactly friends. It makes sense why he wouldn’t trust me. Especially since I’m- since I used to be… friends with his brother, who he… hates.”
It makes so much sense that it hurts.
But that’s okay. I just got a little excited over being allowed to call him for help. Deep down, I always knew we’d never be more than what we already were. Sesshōmaru only tolerated and protected me because I helped him look after Rin- his daughter.
He didn’t actually… care.
Right? Or… does he?
Honestly, I’m a little confused about everything. Something about his actions isn’t quite adding up. Why risk his life for me, to the point of allowing himself to be so terribly injured and poisoned, if I was merely someone he tolerated? I’m not sure what to think about it all.
Sesshōmaru was ridiculously confusing for someone who doesn’t actually say that much.
“I’m not mad. So…” My smile softened. “Don’t be too mad at him either, okay? Please?”
Roh looked like he wanted to argue, but was struggling to resist. “Roh doesn’t… understand you, Master…”
“I know.” I leaned forward, brushing a few stray hairs out of his face and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You don’t have to. Just… don’t hate him. For me? Please?”
“…Okay.” Roh sniffled, biting his bottom lip and nodding. “Roh will… try.”
“Thank you,” I murmured.
Lifting my head, I then looked up at all the other spirits- who were all watching us in silence. None of them seemed surprised that I was still defending Sesshōmaru, merely saddened. That being said, the bull and the rhino… both looked oddly pleased about something, and almost like they were smiling at me.
“So, um…” I blinked, tilting my head at them. My neck throbbed, but I ignored it. “Why are we picking fights with the Nue? What’s going on?”
Ayumu sighed. “Lord Tatsunori already told you; they were welcoming the creature- educating it on how being a Shikigami works, and how you handle your spirits.”
“The way I… handle my spirits?”
“The hierarchy.” She stated.
I stared at her, arms hanging loosely around Roh’s shoulders now. I felt the boy’s hands cling to my own as he shifted in my lap so his back was against my chest. “There’s a hierarchy?”
At that, a heavy silence fell upon the forest.
“What…” Confusion etched itself onto my face. I sat up a bit straighter. “What kind of hierarchy is it…?”
“Power.” Tatsunori stepped forward, robes gliding along the ground. Hands laced together in his sleeves, he turned to face me. His blue eyes flickered with something I couldn’t quite identify. “Or, rather, practicality- what you deem most necessary. Kyokkiro, as your familiar, ranks the highest. After that are the koi- whose healing powers you use most frequently. Then, as the most powerful among us, but your last resort in battle, I am third in line.”
Okay… I think I’m following along so far.
“However, now, due to the recent addiction, the order has shifted slightly. Rather than this one…”
With a sweeping of his left arm, Tatsunori gestured to the rhino- whose form shifted, sparkling, until it took a more elegant and breathtaking form.
It looked nothing at all like the beast it had been disguised as, its scaly body glittering like gems that were adorned in flame- both natural and spiritual. A pair of magnificent iridescent horns curled atop the beast’s deer-like head, plumes of feathers sprouting out from its forehead, between and in the tip of its ears, and rather than claws, it had long hooves. A lion tail stretched out the back, sweeping the grassy ground, while its hooves did not so much as even touch the grass. Every movement was graceful, and so dazzling it enraptured my attention instantly.
I… knew this creature. I’ve read about it in mythology before.
A Qilin.
This spirit was likely recruited from China somehow.
“The Nue has taken their spot, as their powers of poison and paralysis should prove most useful.” Tatsunori explained. “From the Qilin, we have our Hakutaku-“
He gestured to the bull spirit this time.
It was another chimera-like sort of beast, but one that resembled a white ox more than a tiger. From the looks of it, the creature had nine eyes; three on its head, and three on both sides of its body… as well as six horns. It was honestly rather disturbing to look at it, but it was an ox- not a spider, so I was able to remain calm.
That being said, I wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t a demonic beast.
Maybe it was from the continent, like the Qilin? I’m kind of curious as to how I ended up with several Chinese spirits, given this is Japan… but Tōran and her siblings were all from the continent themselves. Maybe the spirits wandered over, or an ancestor had found themselves in China at one point and met the spirits there.
“And from the Hakutaku…”
“You have me.” The eagle proudly interjected, and I snapped my head up to watch as the fiery green-and-red creature flapped its wings and rose into the air, the size of the animal growing and its feathers elongating… swiftly changing color. It quickly became the most beautiful bird I’ve ever seen, with feathers shimmering gold, blue, turquoise, orange, gold, and red. Impressive red flame-like plumage rose from its head. It was a beautiful creature bathed in Shikigami flame, rising up from the earth with its magnificent array of colors. What type of bird it was I wasn’t really sure, it seemed to be an amalgamation of many creatures, but it was beautiful all the same. “The Fenghuang- but, in your land…”
The creature tilted its head, squinting its dark eyes at me.
“I am often referred to as a Phoenix. An incorrect name, but not entirely without reason.”
The Fenghuang… another creature from the continent. Wow. “You’re…”
I blinked, absolutely stunned by this reveal.
“You’re beautiful.”
The bird-like creature smiled at me. “Indeed.”
Without further adieu, the Fenghuang came fluttering down and perched itself on a boulder nearby, tucking its wings against its sides.
“I should have you know, Irene, that the three of us are not to be mistaken as demons like the rest of these spirits. We are heavenly creatures, not demonic beasts.”
Oh… wait, what? “H-Heavenly?”
I mean, I think I remember the Qilin being considered as such, and it makes sense, it was just as gorgeous as the Fenghuang, but…
“I have heavenly Shikigami? As well as a dragon deity?” Maybe this is a dream. I’m not in my soul at all. I was still laying in a pool of blood and was having the wildest fever induced dream. “H-How!?”
The creature preened at my disbelief. “As mentioned before, we exist throughout all time and space as spirits. We have always been here, waiting for you. But some of us…” It tilted its head, squinting its eyes at me. “A deal must be made. Such was the case with myself. I could not escape our previous master’s pull after her un-death… but I was waiting for you. Waiting for the moment you would call for me, and give me form.”
“...What form?” I hugged Roh closer, not quite understanding what was being said. “This is your real form, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but it was not a form you’d readily accept. Thus I needed you to give me a different one. I can not choose at will. For our previous master…” The Fenghuan lifted a wing up to its beak and cleaned off a couple feathers before looking back at me, shifting and wiggling its tail plumes for a moment. “I was a raven.”
Ah. Given her personality, that makes sense.
The Fenguhang lowered its head, shaking it, as if knowing exactly what I was thinking- probably because my thoughts showed on my face. “She was not always a cruel woman, Irene. Even after suffering such pain and misery by her people, and all the horrors that took her to this land…”
It closed its eyes, sighing heavily.
“Anastasia had enough love in her heart to tend to those around her. But her life was cut short, and it filled her with such heavy regret and hate, and… upon being revived lost all sense of self- searching desperately and clinging to what she once had in hopes of becoming truly human again. To live the life she had stolen from her by the cruelty within this world. Someone so gentle, so full of warmth, who would not stand by and allow injustice to reign…”
“But even the most kind of witte wievens can fall into despair, and lose all sense of self.” The Qilin murmured. “Especially when such forbidden magic is involved.”
“Witte… wieven?” I echoed quietly, not recognizing that word.
“A wise woman.” The Fenghuang informed.
“Her story is a tragic one, but her actions are not one we can forgive.” The Hakutaku finally spoke, its many eyes staring at me with an alarming intensity despite the sadness of its black gaze. “We ask not for you to cease your resentment of her, merely for an understanding that not all is what it appears. We wished to escape her, for her reign in this un-death was not one we could withstand nor allow to continue. Her gentle nature has turned cold, and her cruelty must not go unpunished.”
Tatsunori stepped forward then, a seriousness in his handsome face. “Her hierarchy was one based on devotion- something easily twisted and corrupted. One where spirits would tear away at each other to match her expectations. But yours…”
Ayumu and Kai glanced at each other knowingly, and the dragon deity closed his eyes, a small smile forming upon his lips.
“It is very much a representation of your heart.”
My… heart?
I blinked at that, still a bit confused. Suddenly, something the koi once said to me came to mind. I looked up at the dragon with wide eyes. “Because… I’m kind, but foolish?”
“With a bleeding heart.” Kai added, quoting himself.
Ayumu nodded, recalling that conversation as well. “But not naive.”
“Just kind.”
“Stubborn.”
“And reckless.”
“Ooookay….” Well, I guess that explains that, as much as I still want to argue it. “What about the butterflies? Are they demons, or are they heavenly creatures too?”
I noticed that they were very obviously omitting quite a bit from Anastasia’s backstory, not willing to go into detail and divulge all her secrets as to why she’s behaving why she is, but I doubted prying would actually get me anywhere. They just wanted me to understand that her actions are a result of the suffering she went through in life and that, while sad, it was not something I needed to forgive her for. The spirits simply wanted me to understand her behavior, perhaps to better deal with her.
It was oddly kind of them, when you think about it; as if they still held respect for their former master and didn’t want her defeat to be one of pure hatred. Probably because they did. Amd, sure, maybe Anastasia wasn’t always an absolute villain. Maybe she wasn’t a villain at all. Maybe she had her reasons. From what the spirits said, she wasn’t wholly herself after she revived.
But I still don’t plan on holding back the next time I face her.
“The butterflies…” Tatsunori paused, trying to think of the best way to explain, when the Hakutaku cut in.
“They are spirits in the truest sense.” The bull-like creature said. “They are protective entities who guide the deceased into the afterlife, and turn violent when the living are threatened.”
“Ah, that makes sense.” Leaning forward and resting my chin atop Roh’s head, I hummed and furrowed my brows in thought. There was so much information; if I ever got the chance, I was definitely going to have to ask Miroku about the heavenly spirits.
But… basically, Roh is a dog demon who became my familiar- and thus ranks highest out of everyone here due to the unique hierarchy system I unknowingly set up. As healers, Ayumu and Kai came in second- and are both a pair of fish originally granted power to take on a humanoid form to better serve their master and deity- Tatsunori. Tatsunori was a dragon who found himself being worshipped as a god, and while powerful I only ever used him as a last resort. As a result, despite his immense strength, he came in third.
After that are the other spirits: the Nue, the Qilin, the Hakutaku, the Fenghuang, and the butterflies.
The Nue was undeniably the most powerful in terms of battle capacities- able to claw, bite, poison, burn, and paralyze opponents. The Qilin and Hakutaku were frequently used in battle, but the former is- mythologically wise- a creature that only ever fought if needed to protect someone innocent from malicious forces. If the Hakutaku is also truly a heavenly being, regardless of its disturbing features, it’s probably similar in that regard. Thus, while very powerful, it makes sense why the Nue ranks higher.
Then there were the butterflies.
They don’t do much when the undead aren’t involved, but they did protect me back in Asagiri Castle when I was being attacked. That matches up with what the Hakutaku told me. Spirits who guide the dead, and protect the living.
As for Anastasia…
No. I won’t think about her right now. I won’t feel bad for her. I mean, I do… but I can’t.
One day soon, we’re going to have to fight. If I don’t put my all into it she will kill me and capture all these innocent spirits. I can’t let her win. I’m sure whatever happened to her was terrible and totally undeserving, but in her desire to become human again after being revived she’s chosen to hurt and kill dozens of people and demons.
Maria lost friends due to that woman. I can’t allow her to continue killing and causing such senseless destruction. Anastasia can’t be allowed to hurt anymore people than she already has.
I don’t…
Pausing and inhaling deeply, I closed my eyes, pain flitting across my features. My grip on Roh tightened.
I don’t want to go home. I want… to stay with Sesshōmaru. I want to stay with my friends. I want to keep looking after Rin. I want to stay with everyone, and make sure they’re all safe.
But I can’t let her roam free, either.
“Master?” Roh’s voice rang out, and I paused, snapping out of my thoughts. I shifted, looking down to see him moving and staring up at me with big amber eyes. He was frowning. “What’s wrong?”
“…Just thinking.” Something I’ve been doing a lot of lately. “I’m okay.”
I flashed the kid a smile.
“There’s a lot to process, you know?”
He didn’t look entirely convinced, but the dog demon leaned against my chest and wrapped his arms around my waist. “You’re worried about that mean mister still, aren’t you?”
“That-“ I cut myself off, knowing right away who he was talking about. Going silent, I turned my head away to stare off to the side. “A bit.”
“It’s more than a bit.” He stated bluntly, making me cringe. Kids truly were brutally perceptive. “You’re always thinking about him.”
I almost choked at that, face growing warm.
Kids truly could be way too honest.
As I glanced back at Roh, I found myself wondering once again; if he’s a dog demon, was he captured like the Nue? Or was he a child who died that later became a spirit? I wanted to ask, but, for the same reason I never pried too deep about Rin’s past, I didn’t want to upset him.
Instead, I decided to focus on the other spirits- all of whom were still watching. “Uh, so… demons and heavenly spirits.” Right. This is normal. Totally. “Does the Nue really need to stay in tiger form? I do know what it looks like…”
Everyone looked at each other, then at the growling tiger spirit.
The Fenghuang let out a huff. “They’re more manageable this way.”
I… suppose that makes sense.
Remaining seated for a moment more, I contemplated everything I just learned before looking down at Roh and gently patting his shoulders, silently asking for him to move. He was reluctant, but did as asked, and slowly got up so I could shift onto my knees and shakily stand. Brushing off my kimono, I inhaled deeply and focused on the Nue with an intense stare.
Maybe I was foolish, or ridiculous, or whatever else for everything that happened with Sesshōmaru, but I was not an idiot.
The Nue joined my rank of spirits so it could survive. It did nothing that would imply any intention of actually obeying or listening to me. If it thinks its freedom can be obtained by killing me, then it would kill me. That much was obvious.
Limping a little, I began to drag myself forward, eyes narrowed with a fierceness that rivaled that of when I stormed Asagiri Castle. The many spirits around us parted, making way so I could approach the demonic chimera, but did not go too far from me- just in case the Nue tried to attack. Determined brown bore into fiery red, and I tilted my head, squinting at the beast as I gingerly folded my arms and let my hands hang near my elbows.
“Naraku.” I stated, a cold breeze blowing by. “Where is he?”
“Naraku…” The Nue echoed, a growl in its voice. I could see its form flickering from a tiger back to a chimera, before settling on a tiger again. Its claws dug into the earth, tearing away at the grass in frustration and anger. “I know not that creature’s location. He came to me in the mountains, promising battle with a worthy foe. When I tried to slay him for disturbing my slumber, he cloaked the area in a miasma so thick it permeated and killed everything around- plants, animals… even other demons. It was such a potent poison I myself began to weaken.”
What…?
“If it were not for the threat to my own life, and my inability to kill that fiend, I would not be here now.”
So the Nue had originally been sleeping, likely under a seal of some sort given its destructive nature, but then Naraku came along and forcibly woke it up. Afterwards, he threatened the beast into working for him. “So the mountains you came from-“
“Gone.” It declared. “Dead. Just like all those who once lived upon it.”
My face darkened.
Damn that Naraku…
He really has no qualms killing everyone and everything to get what he wants. Again and again, he won’t stop until the whole country is bathed in red. I can’t stand that wretched man. One of these days, he’s going to pay for his crimes.
It’s just frustrating that I likely won’t be there to see it, as I’ll probably come face-to-face with Anastasia first. “Okay.”
Deep breaths. Stay calm.
“So…” I slipped my hands in my sleeves, fixing the demon with a look. “Naraku woke you. My spirits defeated you. Now you want to be my spirit.”
The Nue narrowed its eyes.
“Am I correct in guessing that you’ll only help me until you find a way to kill me and escape the spell?”
It was rather disturbing, watching the way its lips curled back in a snarling grin, but it wasn’t half as disturbing as when it tore into Sesshōmaru the way it did, with his blood splattering all over me. “Gehehehe… aren’t you the clever one? You are much smarter than I gave you credit for, priestess.”
“Thanks.” Humming quietly, I glanced at the other spirits over my shoulder. My hands gripped my forearms loosely. “Welp, you heard the Nue. They’re all yours, you guys. I trust your judgment.”
The Fenghuang, the Hakutaku, the Qilin, even Ayumu, Kai, Tatsunori, and Roh looked surprised by my words.
But then their faces softened, the heavenly spirits’ eyes turning gentle, while Roh beamed and Tatsunori gave a small smile, nodding my way.
Ayumu and Kai sighed. “Of course she does.”
“Here we go…”
“Thank you.” Tatsunori turned his attention to the Nue, who was growing increasingly more on edge. “We shall be sure to educate this one thoroughly. For now… why don’t you return to the waking realm? You’ve been here long enough.”
“Huh?” He wants me to wake up? “But I-“
“Wake up and recover, Irene.” The dragon deity encouraged. “We can always speak more later.”
I faltered, shoulders slumping and my confidence waning as I met his gaze. I could tell he meant no ill will by it, but it was a little upsetting. “O-Okay…”
Tatsunori surprised me by turning back to face me, stepping forward with a sorrowful look. Startled, I snapped my head up, watching as he unfolded his arms- and froze upon feeling him rest a hand atop my head.
“We will speak at length in the future,” He assured me, “make no mistake. Now is simply not that time.”
If he says so…
I hope it’s soon.
…
Pain was all I could feel.
That was it; my body didn’t even seem to exist. My limbs felt so heavy, I couldn’t even attempt to move them as consciousness gradually returned to me and I could feel the throbbing, aching, soreness consume me. My body, which had been tossed around by a very angry sentient obi and was then abused shortly after by a kosode of all things, was in so much agony from the massive bruising and aching muscles that moving simply wasn’t even feasible. I never imagined clothing could be such a threat, but evidently there were still some things about the Feudal Era I didn’t quite know when it came to demons.
Damn that Naraku, taking advantage of the fact that I was weak to undead.
Ugh…
Wait, hold on. I may not be able to move, but I can still somewhat… twitch my fingers. The pain was immense, but I should be able to tell blades of grass apart from rocky ground. And this was… neither.
Am I not in the forest anymore? But… didn’t I collapse? What happened?
Where am I?
Struggling to even make so much as a groan, excruciating spikes of sharp pain shooting through my throat and along my neck, I twitched my fingers again- first my left hand, then my right. My left hand was resting against something soft yet firm, while my right one was touching something almost… fuzzy? No, not almost- I was touching something fuzzy.
Huh?
Brows furrowing, jaw tightening, and struggling to even scoot my arm or lift my head up, it took all of my willpower to even open my eyes. Everything felt so heavy. Heavy and numb and cold and miserable and warm and…
Wow….
Whatever it was I was laying on was very warm. I was able to make out some sort of white thing before my eyelids began to shut again. It was such a soothing warmth, and I think I could… hear something. A beating. Like a drum. But… softer and gentler.
More comforting.
I think it actually lulled me back into sleep for a minute or two, because the next time I became “aware” I felt a weight against the back of my waist, holding me in place. It felt oddly protective, possessive, but the touch didn’t bother me in the least. I actually found myself welcoming it, leaning into the warmth despite the pain in search of more of it.
Inhaling deeply, the familiar scent of dog fur flooded my senses… as well as the heavy scent of old copper. It muddled the earthy smell that normally accompanied the former.
“Mmm… ugh…”
Gods, why can’t I freaking move? I mean, I know precisely why I can’t, but it’s so frustrating and the pain makes me want to stay still; but staying still is making me want to fall back asleep because of how comfy my current pillow was.
“Ngh…”
I need to open my eyes. I need to wake up.
I need to stay awake.
Focus!
Eyelashes fluttering, my features began to twist. Every fiber of my being wanted to go back to sleep despite my mind trying its damndest to awaken.
After what felt like an eternity, when I finally could open my eyes I ended up just laying there, blinking slowly and repeatedly, struggling to actually make sense of what I was seeing and if I was seeing anything at all. My vision felt like it was trapped in one massive haze. When I could finally see again, I found myself staring blankly at a pair of familiar eyes, the vibrant non-human irises shimmering like molten pools of gold as they gazed down at me. Dried blood painted a handsome face, long strands of silver hair sticking to a smooth forehead from sweat. Feeling the grip of something on my waist tighten, I blinked- only to then widen my eyes, realizing the something holding me was likely a hand, and that thing I was laying on was indeed neither grass nor stone… but Sesshōmaru.
Sesshōmaru, a demon. Inuyasha’s older half-brother. The man who supposedly hates humans, and who practically sacrificed himself to protect me, then nearly killed me that same day. Sesshōmaru, who brought me back to life on a whim.
The man I… love.
Oh, gods, why am I laying on top of him? What is even happening right now? Where are we? Why is he-
Is he holding me right now!? But… why? Didn’t he try to kill me? Didn’t he want to kill me? I’m so confused. My head hurts- everything hurts- and I don’t know what to think. I really hope he can’t hear my heart racing. Wait, no, oh, no, he can probably feel it.
Crap.
Just breathe.
I need to calm down.
“Irene.” The sound of Sesshōmaru calling my name almost had me hiccup as my eyes snapped up to meet his. His expression was alarmingly soft. “Are you awake now?”
Am I… awake now? Huh? That’s… an odd question. “I-”
Pain immediately erupted in my throat and I flinched, whimpering a bit as I ducked my head back down, resting against his chest once more. My fingers twitched, my left hand curling into a ball against his bandaged torso. Swallowing thickly, realizing my throat was both raw and parched, I was about to try looking up at the demon when I realized I could feel a ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump against my ear.
The sound that had lulled me to sleep earlier- was it his heartbeat?
Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
It was so… odd. The sound was incredibly soothing.
Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
It was also sort of… enlightening?
He was a demon. I knew this. I became especially aware of it when he partially transformed and tried to turn my arm into a chew toy, but while I became aware of the fact that he wasn’t infallible upon suffering such severe injuries to save me, there was still something… almost “other” about him. Something that could create a distance between us, or let the distance that had always been there remain. Something cold and untouchable. Something I could never quite reach, like a flower up on a high, high cliff. He had always been so far away from me, no matter how hard I tried to close the distance. But… he had a heartbeat, just like everyone else. He was… warm, like everyone else.
Sesshōmaru was alive- and was more than what his power tried to make him out to be.
Ba-thump. Bathump. Ba-thump.
Oh. It picked up pace.
Ba-thump, bathump, bathump.
Slowly lifting my head, I stared up at the demon lord again, and was surprised to find that his eyes were now narrowed. Though it hurt like hell, and my voice sounded like I had swallowed ten buckets of sand, I made myself ask, wincing all the while, “H-How… you… f-feeling…?”
Sesshōmaru just stared at me. Struggling to keep my head up, I leaned back down once more, fighting to breathe through the pain. An eternity seemed to pass by before the demon lord finally spoke up, the hand on my waist twitching. “You should worry about yourself first.”
At that, a weak smile spread upon my lips. I would have laughed if it wouldn’t make me want to cry. Lacking the strength to respond, I could only lay there on him- wondering how things got to this point and what he was even thinking to let me lay on him like this. Aside from the fact that he was half exposed, he had literally tried to kill me.
I’m pretty sure he even poisoned me.
So… why? Did he… regret trying to kill me or something?
That… doesn’t seem like something Sesshōmaru would do, though; I don’t think he’s ever regretted something before. If anything, I would think he’d regret saving me given how badly he wound up hurt in the process.
In the midst of my thoughts, I missed the way the hand on my waist shifted- and almost yelped upon feeling myself being lifted. The demon was sitting up, holding me to him with his singular arm, before firmly pressing me to him so I wouldn’t fall as he started to rise to his knees and stand. I couldn't even grab onto him, right arm totally numb and my left aching so badly, but perhaps that was a good thing- for he was quick to set me down on the cave floor. He made sure not to hurt me, the way he set me down actually quite gentle.
I was utterly baffled by his behavior.
In my stupor, I could only watch as he tugged his fur closer to me before snatching up the abandoned bamboo flask that was on the ground, Sesshōmaru not bothering to cast me a second look as he headed out of the cave. I could just barely see him in the distance, the entrance of the cave rather small due to how far in we were. He was kneeling down… beside something. I couldn’t make out what.
But then he was standing and making his back over to me a few seconds later. I startled when he knelt down, holding the bamboo flask out towards me, his expression totally serious. It was kind of giving me a sense of deja vu.
The last time he had offered me a flask with something to drink was… back when we first argued. When he demanded I drink some disgusting concoction after melting my ibuprofen bottle.
That feels like so long ago…
It’s only been a week, and yet it feels like it’s been an eternity since we actually properly faced each other and interacted. All tension was gone now. Well, maybe there was a little- but not because of our prior argument. This was because of something else.
I just… wasn’t quite sure what that something else was.
Fingers twitching, I tried to lift my left arm to accept the flask- but my arm hardly so much as shifted. My eyes squeezed shut then,frustration making itself known. I almost wanted to cry at how pathetic I felt. It’s been so long since I last felt this useless. But… before I could focus on it, before the negativity could fester, I heard a sigh and looked up, blinking and staring in shock upon seeing Sesshōmaru pull out the cork with his teeth and move closer, the demon lord holding the flask up to my lips with a look so intense I thought my heart might just stop.
Inhaling shakily, I did as he was expecting and tentatively opened my mouth, allowing him to help me drink the same way I had once done for him.
One gulp, two gulps- ah, the water was as refreshing as cool rain on a hot day- three gulps- gods, I was so thirsty- four.
I pulled away with a cough, and while some water spilled Sesshōmaru still managed to move the flask away before my kimono or my face could get soaked. I could feel him staring at me as I wheezed, struggling to ease my breathing and calm down, my brows furrowing as I attempted to get a better hold of the pain so I could maybe converse through it all.
“Are you…” Sesshōmaru’s voice made me pause.
Expression still a bit twisted from the agony, I glanced up at him through barely restrained tears, only to find myself even more confused. I was starting to wonder if this was another shapeshifter of some kind, because he was acting alarmingly considerate for someone who wanted me dead maybe… what? Eight hours ago? Ten hours ago? However long it’s been since I fainted. There was something so strangely uncertain about his expression, despite his obvious attempts at keeping his face neutral.
The tiniest furrow of the brow, the slight tilt downwards of his lips, and the look in his eyes; I could see it all. I could always see it, constantly searching in hopes of understanding him better. Even his voice was tinged with a hint of awkwardness, as if he didn’t quite know how to talk to me after what happened. “Are you… recovering well, Irene? How are you feeling?”
“...H-Hurts.” I decided to choke out, flashing the dog demon a weak smile. I hoped he found it encouraging; it’s been so long since we properly spoke, we may as well not have even been traveling together. I missed hearing his voice. I missed hearing him speak to me. The sound of my name on his lips was genuinely comforting. Though out of character, it was extremely sweet of him- especially because it was him- to ask how I was doing. “But… a-alive.”
Sesshōmaru fell silent again.
Rather than speaking, or even moving, he just remained knelt down, seeming to be contemplating something as he gazed off to the side. After a minute or two, I swallowed thickly, feeling a bit of my own awkwardness starting to creep up. “U-Um…”
Sesshōmaru looked back at me.
“How’re… you?”
He didn’t answer right away, more as letting out a half-scoff half-chuckle, his eyes closed. “Isn’t it obvious? I have already recovered the majority of my strength. It will not be long now before I am in full health.”
“...Wounds?”
The man paused. Eyes narrowing, he tilted his head and fixed me with a look.
I met his scowl with a look of my own. “If… s-still… injured, bandages need… changed. Risk of… infection!”
Sesshōmaru turned his head away, refusing to meet my gaze. “Focus on yourself. My wounds are hardly a concern.”
Right… as if.
He almost died and he knows it. What a stubborn man. Honestly. I know he doesn’t like me very much, but he could at least acknowledge the fact that I saved his life. He doesn’t owe me any favors for it since it was my fault he got injured so badly in the first place, but he could at least trust me a little with the truth of his current condition. It’s not as if I mean him any harm.
Sulking, I puffed out my cheeks and glared at the ground, only to pause- feeling a familiar sense of uncomfortableness make itself known near my stomach.
Oh, no.
I cringed.
This was going to be the weirdest most disturbing favor I’ve ever asked- and I hate that I even have to ask it. We were literally fighting not even a day ago. I can’t believe this was happening. “S-Se… Sesshōmaru…?”
Rather than look at me, the man just hummed. “What is it?”
“C-Can… you… c-carry me outside? P-Please?”
I could practically read the question in his gaze as his head finally whirled around to face me.
“…I-“
Gods, how badly I wished I could have hit Naraku with a fireball earlier.
“I… n-need to, um…” I couldn’t even look at Sesshōmaru, feeling my face burn. Though it was only my bladder screaming at me, I felt so ashamed. “N-Nature… calls.”
He said nothing, merely continuing to stare, before setting the canteen down. Beyond mortified that this was something I had to ask, and upset with myself that because I asked he was likely going to leave me here alone, fed up with my nonsense, I squeezed my eyes shut and ducked my head. I could already feel an apology brewing on my tongue.
I was unable to even try gathering up the courage to speak, however, for the ground suddenly vanished from beneath me, and my eyes snapped open with a jolt as a hand gripped my right thigh firmly, holding me up against a broad chest. Absolutely stunned, I stared down at Sesshōmaru- whose gaze was calm and understanding, and as warm as the early morning sun. It was then I noticed that he still had my ribbon holding his hair back.
My cheeks quickly began to burn.
I would’ve thought he’d remove it by now…
Why keep it?
Flustered and unable to speak, I remained silent as the demon lord made his way out of the cave- where I flinched at the biting cold of mountain air. Judging from the sky, it was only around noon, which means it was still rather early. But that also meant I had been out of it for quite some time, as it had only just turned night when I found Sesshōmaru injured in the forest.
Has he really been looking after me all this time?
I mean, he’s always been a bit of a silent guard, standing watch and guarding me whenever I bathed in a hot spring so I didn’t have to worry about being attacked or spied on, but… to actually take care of me? To keep an eye on me so I wouldn’t die? From the wounds he inflicted on me? It hardly made any sense. What on earth was going through his mind right now?
I wanted to ask so badly, but… doing so felt almost…
Dangerous.
Suddenly, a rumbling sound echoed in the air- snapping me out of my thoughts. Startled, I looked around, before the rumbling happened again… and this time I could feel it. It was coming from my stomach.
Unsurprising, given breakfast was quite literally interrupted by Naraku yesterday… so I didn’t actually get to eat anything. The rumbling actually sort of hurt. It also makes sense my bladder hurts so much. On top of not eating, I haven’t used the bathroom at all since… maybe before I went to look for Sesshōmaru? I don’t really remember if I did or not. Everything happened so fast.
“Nghh….” Feeling my stomach growl at me again, there was no hiding my wince.
Even though it made my whole body ache, I tried to lean forward a little- as if that might help diminish the pain coming from my empty stomach and my angry bladder. To make matters worse, Sesshōmaru was staring at me again- his intense gaze observing me closely and seeming to take notice of every little thing.
It was almost humiliating.
Thankfully, he didn’t comment on the rumbling and just kept walking- before leaping over the stream and setting me down carefully behind some bushes. We looked to be at the foot of a mountain, so there was plenty of foliage on this side of the river. Swallowing thickly and looking up over my shoulder, I watched as Sesshōmaru headed back to the stream and out of sight.
Shoulders slumping, I lowered my head and suppressed sigh, merely staring at the ground with half-lidded eyes.
I’ve really reached a new low, huh…?
Hopefully he doesn’t think any less of me for being so useless right now. Hopefully he doesn’t dislike me for what happened during the battle.
I didn’t know clothing could be possessed…
If I did, I would have tried summoning the butterflies instead of relying on my arrows. Maybe then Sesshōmaru wouldn’t have had to sacrifice himself to save me, and I wouldn’t have gotten on his bad side. I mean, I must be on his bad side now, right? I’m certainly not on his good side. Maybe he’s only helping me right now out of respect for the dynamic we had before, where I helped him take care of Rin.
Once I’m better… he’ll likely have me leave the group, if not outright just leave me behind. He did say that I could only stay with him until I gave him a reason to use his claws on me.
And my thigh is still burning from his claws.
Fingers twitching, they slowly curled into fists. I squeezed my eyes shut.
What do I do now…?
I don’t want to leave his side. I really don’t. It’s so selfish of me, but I want to stay with him.
I want to stay with Sesshōmaru.
But I can’t. I never could. And now I ruined the one chance I had to spend what little time I had left in this era with him.
Even though I tried so hard to become stronger… it still wasn’t enough.
I’ll never be enough. I’ll always be an unwanted failure, whose only appeal was how convenient it was to have me around- because no matter how much you dislike me I’ll still go above and beyond to be useful.
How pathetic.
Sometimes I wonder why I bother even trying…
A wave of exhaustion washing over me, I shook my head and forced myself to move.
It took much longer to answer nature’s call than it should have, if only because of my injuries, and rather than call for help I instead struggled to crawl towards the stream. Resting all my weight on my good leg, I used my noodle of a left arm to drag myself along the grass, wheezing all the while. I would be damned before I asked for anymore help after such a humiliating favor.
When I was finally able to get a clear view of the river I found myself stopping in place, stunned by the sight before me. So worn out, I had failed hear the splashing of water over my own heavy breathing.
Sesshōmaru was in the water.
Knee deep, in fact. Eyes narrowed, brows furrowed, a frown heavy on his normally composed face. His bare arm was drawn back, claws poised and ready to strike.
Shooting his hand into the water, the man moved faster than I could blink. A dissatisfied growl tore out of his lips. Moving along the stream, he stood still again and waited… and then dove his hand into the water once more. This time he succeeded in whatever his intentions were, for he stood up with a lighter expression, holding a fish high up in his hand.
Wait… what?
A fish? Sesshōmaru is fishing? But I thought he doesn’t eat human food?
In the middle of observing his flopping quarry, the man paused. I tensed, seeing those piercing golden eyes glance at me from over his shoulder. His features immediately hardened, but his eyes… those ridiculously intense golden eyes… remained uncharacteristically soft.
It was seriously starting to mess with me.
Seeing him toss the fish off to the side and make his way across the stream towards me only made my heart beat faster. It was almost criminal how pretty he looked in the cloudy afternoon lighting, with water droplets clinging to his exposed abdomen and toned arm, his normally poofy hakama sticking to his well-muscled legs… even the dry blood staining his face could do little to tarnish such beauty.
Without warning, my poor throat once again became so painfully dry.
Him standing in front of me the way he was, looking how he does, I had to remind myself to breathe. I felt like an utter fool. How could I have let myself fall for him? Why did I let myself fall for him? It hurts.
It hurts so much.
“S-Sessh-“ I couldn’t finish calling out his name, the pain in my throat too much for me to properly speak. Instead, I could only tear my gaze away and glare at the ground with misty vision.
Sesshōmaru didn’t seem to mind too much, however. The man simply stepped forward, knelt down, and startled me again by grabbing my waist and tugging me towards him. I froze up instantly, finding myself pressed against his chest again, but rather than speak or explain himself the demon lord slipped his arm down to my legs and grabbed on, hoisting me up in the air as he stood. My eyes were wide as could be.
O-Oh… right…
He did this earlier, too.
This is-
Ahem.
This is fine.
Gods. There’s no way he would ever hug me. The blood loss and poison must have left me a bit delirious. Talk about stupid. I know he would never hug me, or hold me, or anything of the sort. Although he did technically hold me earlier… and he did let me hug him a few times in the past…
But those circumstances were different!
I’m going crazy. How desperate am I? This is ridiculous.
Biting my bottom lip, a single tear threatened to fall.
Daily reminder, me; just because I love him doesn’t mean he’ll ever love me back. That’s not how it works.
I was lucky he ever even tolerated my presence to begin with.
At least I’ll get to take the memory of this time with him back with me. It may not be much, but… would be enough. What little time left with him, before I have to leave the group- I’ll cherish it. I want to remember it. If I can’t stay with Sesshōmaru… then I want to keep the memories I have of him close. I just hope I can take my kimonos with me as well with those memories when I go back to my era- even if the one I’m wearing now is basically destroyed.
I fought so hard to get it back, and now…
Bloodied, tattered; you could hardly even make out the yellow flowers on the two-toned blue fabric. You could hardly even make out the blue. It was my favorite kimono and I fought so damn hard to get it back, I endured hell to get it back, and now I’ll never be able to wear it again. There’s no way I could get out all the blood, or even try repairing the fabric- the demon fabric that it’s made of. It would only be able to serve as a memento now.
Talk about a cruel irony. Maybe the gods are laughing at me. They’re the whole reason I’m in the Feudal Era, after all.
Remaining silent as Sesshōmaru carried me back over to the cave, heart sinking heavily into my stomach, I observed the demon lord a bit longer.
Life truly was unfair- and in a multitude of ways.
I could hardly believe I was even in this situation. Two months ago, I would never have even guessed this is where I would be now, or that I would be pining after someone so unreachable due to the abnormal circumstances. We weren’t even from the same era. He doesn’t even care for humans, not really. I was just lucky enough to have been found useful in helping look after Rin, the one human he does care for and views as a daughter. Once I’m healed up, I’ll have to leave the group.
Having me around is no longer convenient for him, now that he got injured so badly to protect me. I was a liability to him now.
Rather than heading deeper inside the cave, back to where we were originally resting, Sesshōmaru set me down near the entrance this time. He left to retrieve the two fish snatched out of the river, then walked deeper inside the cave to fetch his fur and the canteen of water. I fully expected him to have the fur over his shoulder when he returned, but instead he just… dropped it in my lap. And let the canteen fall by my feet.
I stared down at them. I looked back up at him.
Sesshōmaru wasn’t paying me any attention, his gaze focused on the fish as he used his claws to try and gut one. It was a strange sight, seeing him pin the fish down with his thumb while trying to use his index finger to tear the animal open. It was obvious this was not something he’s ever had to do himself before.
It was very odd to witness, but no odder than him being utterly devoid of a top and all his fur, with his hair still tied back; although I was not going to complain about that particular sight. Not knowing what else to do, I lifted my weak and aching left noodle of an arm and tugged the fur closer, practically hugging it and using it as a warm blanket, while I watched the half-dressed Sesshōmaru struggle at preparing what I think was supposed to be a meal.
He wasn’t… trying to prepare breakfast for me, right? Why would he look after me to such an extent? But he also doesn’t eat human food, so why would he make it for himself? Is it just a preference of his not to eat human food? When injured so badly, does he have to eat to regain his strength- regardless of it being something mortals eat?
Trying to figure this whole thing out is seriously starting to hurt my brain. I don’t understand what’s going on. Times like these, I wish I could read minds- or at least that I could understand him better. I wanted so badly to know what he was thinking.
Instead, I just sat there and observed as Sesshōmaru finally gutted the fish- a bit messily, but successfully all the same- and then filleted it with his claws. He proceeded to do the same to the second fish, then set the pieces on the scaly sides against the stone floor, scooped up the guts, and left the cave.
Five minutes passed, then ten. I contemplated existence and where I would go once I was kicked out of the group.
When Sesshōmaru returned, he had an armful of dry sticks with him, as well as some large flat rocks. It didn’t take me long to realize what he was doing, recognizing that he was making a little campfire, setting the large rocks on either side, setting several long sticks across the campfire with the ends on the rocks, and finished his little structure by draping the filleted fish along the sticks so they could be safely grilled. He had never done this before, but had clearly seen me and Jaken prepare fish enough times in enough different ways that he knew what to do.
“…Are you able to start a fire?”
“Hm?” My brain almost didn’t register he was talking to me, having grown so used to the silence. Sesshōmaru still wasn’t looking at me. “Mmm…”
Honestly, I wasn’t sure. I couldn’t lift my right arm to save my life, but my left one was starting to regain some strength. With the fur on my lap, I can at least stretch it outwards and point my palm at the bundle of wood. Taking a deep breath, I proceeded to do exactly that, furrowing my brows and trying to will some flame into my hand.
Embers flickered to life at my fingertips, and I had to concentrate heavily so they wouldn’t die out.
Come on… please…
The tiniest fireball took shape, no bigger than the length of my thumb. Inhaling shakily, I willed the flame to shoot outwards towards the firewood. To my relief, it did so- and as it landed amongst the sticks, a campfire crackled to life rather pitifully. Sesshōmaru had to make it rise by kneeling down and blowing air towards it, helping the fire spread by giving it more oxygen.
It was quite the sight.
Afterwards, he stood up on a knee and observed his handiwork, before finally looking my way. My heart lodged itself in my throat when his eyes met mine. Rather than say anything, a silence instead hung in the air- tense and awkward and more than a little uncomfortable.
We may have spoken some when I was tending to his wounds, sure, but that could hardly constitute a proper conversation. He was injured and I had been panicking. We haven’t really… spoken or looked at each other since our fight. Maybe we glanced at one another when the other wasn’t looking, but… proper eye contact? Absolutely not.
This felt so weird.
An eternity seemed to pass by before Sesshōmaru pulled his gaze away and stood up, and I had to remind myself to breathe as he walked over and took a seat on my left. The… side he’d usually sit, whenever I would go join him beside whatever tree he decided to rest against before our fight. I could hardly even believe he was sitting next to me.
Part of me felt like I was dreaming.
“You should… tend to your wounds.” Sesshōmaru said after a moment, staring pointedly at the slowly roasting fish, his one arm draped over his right knee. “The thread’s in your kimono.”
“C-Can’t… move arm that well.” I had to force myself to say, throat still aching- as if I had swallowed shattered glass. Seeing him glance at me from the corner of his eye, I tried to crack a small smile. “I… thought… y-you didn’t eat… human food?”
“I don’t.”
Brows furrowing, I looked at the roasting fish and back at him. “Why are you…?”
“...The poison must have addled your brain.” He mused, surprising me by letting out a small sigh. “You are not normally this dull.”
Excuse me?
“You can not fend for yourself in your current condition, Irene.” Turning his head, he fixed me with a look, narrowing his eyes in a challenging glare. “Or would you rather I let you starve?”
My mouth opened to try and speak some retort, but the words died on my tongue. I wasn’t even sure if they had made it to my tongue before fizzling out. Cheeks burning, I lowered my head and stared at my lap, embarrassed and a bit frustrated. “I-I’ll… stitch after… e-eating. Thank… you…”
The man- demon- just hummed, and turned back to the fire before closing his eyes.
His entire demeanor relaxed.
Huh…
Was I hallucinating from the poison? There was no way this was actually happening, right?
Sesshōmaru really is looking after me…
Even though we wouldn’t be together for much longer.
He truly does have some strange code of honor. I saved his life, so now he’s helping me keep mine; although, arguably, there’s no need for him to care for me like this since he only got hurt protecting me, but I wasn’t about to mention that here or anytime soon. If he came to that conclusion on his own, that’s fine; I won’t complain about him leaving me. I’ll be sad, sure, but… that’s only to be expected. I just…
I want to be a little selfish. I want to spend as much time as I can with him, before we go separate ways.
Having him sit next to me like this, after having gone so long of avoiding each other- it felt so nice. It was comforting. It was familiar. The campfire, the smell of cooking fish- which honestly made my starving stomach throb and churn angrily with hunger, the warmth from his fur and the mixed scent of dog and forest… it was so warm.
Although it hurt, although it was stupid and a bit hopeless of me, I couldn’t help but scoot a bit closer to the demon lord. Hugging the fur close, I did what I used to always do before our fight and leaned sideways towards him- but because he wasn’t wearing his boa, my head met his bandaged arm instead. I could feel his gaze on me and pointedly ignored it, as well the burning of my cheeks as I ran my fingers through the very soft fur I was cradling, playing with the strands.
I wanted to be as selfish as I could, just because there’d never be another chance. Besides, if he hated it then he would just push me away.
Sesshōmaru doesn’t tolerate annoyances.
I even waited it for it. Counted the seconds. Held my breath and everything.
But nothing happened.
I found myself immensely confused when he didn’t move or make me move, but I lacked the courage to look up at him to see his face. Instead I focused on the sounds of the firewood crackling and the warmth from Sesshōmaru’s body, and the warmth from the fur, and how soft the fur was, and wow it’s actually really cold in this cave. Is this why he gave me the fur? So I would stay warm? For a ruthless demon, he’s being quite considerate.
Well, he’s always been weirdly considerate… in his own way.
Like that time he offered to let me kill that one bandit leader. When he gave me the bow and the quiver full of arrows because I mentioned a while back that I wanted to try archery. When he gave me kimonos made of dragon skin just so he could worry less about protecting me.
Actually… maybe it isn’t that weird.
It just feels like it because what I know of him is so vastly different from what I’ve been told about him.
Closing my eyes and inhaling deeply, relaxing against his side, I focused on the warmth and familiar soothing scents. I could feel myself beginning to drift to sleep again. It was sort of funny; this man was the very same reason I almost died last night, but sitting with him like this… I’ve never felt more safe. It was almost as if we were the only ones who existed in this world.
I knew he’d be making me leave the group soon, but at the same time I felt so… cared for.
Wanted.
A stupid, silly thought given it couldn’t be farther from the truth, but I couldn’t fight the warmth in my chest or the fluttering of my heart. All I could do was smile softly to myself and breathe, as I gradually drifted off back into sleep with Sesshōmaru at my side.
Even if it’s only for a short while, I’m glad… I get to be with him like this.
Notes:
Sorry, Irene! You're Sesshomaru's "person" now! Also, you're totally mis-interpreting his words. Siiiigh, Rin's father figure and mother figure are SO smart, but so, so, so painfully dense and love to dance in denial. This slow burn is taking longer to roast than the fish.
ANYWAYS. I actually have drawings of Tatsunori, Ayumi, Kai, and Roh/Kyokkiro up on my tumblr! :3 I would've put them here, but... well... Sesshomaru and Irene, lol.
Sess: "I WILL NEVER ACT ON THESE FEELINGS." *proceeds to be a very supportive and caring husband looking after his injured wifey*
Irene: "????????? He doesn't care but he's acting like he cares??????? Two plus two clearly equals roasting fish."
They're stupid and in love, Your Honor. XD
Also, just because I wanna share this, my favorite scene to write in this chapter was probably the "hand on Sesshomaru's cheek" scene. It's just very tender and makes me happy. I love scenes where one character just gently caresses the other's face. Like, it's SO telling how much they genuinely care. AGH. I love it. And the fact Sess LET her? That be telling on HIM. Hehehehehehehhee. >:3
As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! Pretty please let me know what you think in the comments. 💕💕💕 Your comments give me life! :3 💕💕💕

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