Facing My Past
Summary: After Naraku goes into hiding InuYasha and his friends decided to enjoy a short rest back at Kaede's village. But that is cut short when a man with an unsettling connection to InuYasha's past comes seeking aid.
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha. The works of Rumiko Takahashi inspired this story. I own only my original characters that will be added in later.
I am Rewriting this Story!
Nightmares of a Scarred Soul
The rustling of leaves,
The gurgling of a shallow stream,
And the laughter of a child,
A boy, no more then three or four, played happily by himself in the gardens of a castle. The sun shone down on the small child as he chased a red ball around in the green grass, the flowers in the garden in full bloom.
The snowball bushes in blues and purples and the carnations and lotus flowers sweetened the air and the cherry blossoms fell delicately in the spring breeze. The garden was like a paradise untouched by the taint of man and the child that skipped, danced and tumbled around the grounds seemed to be out of place in such a perfect and calming place and yet at the same time he seemed to be an irreplaceable part of nature.
The warm sun shining made the boy almost shimmer with a silvery light. But the glow wasn't coming from the child but his long hair that reach to the middle of his back. It was silvery white, an unnatural color for a human that seemed to suite the youngster. Nestled on the top of his head just behind his unruly bangs was proof that pointed to the boys supernatural parentage. Two small, triangle, puppy years that twitched and flinched at every sound that the child heard.
He threw the ball up and when it came back down he missed catching it and it bounced over the small bridge across the stream.
Laughing the demonic boy chased after it.
Deciding to take a break the boy sat down and beat on the ball tapping out a beat as the thought of his mother entered his tiny mind.
"I wonder what Mama is going to make for dinner tonight?" the boy wondered out loud.
Suddenly the quiet sound of snickering met the child's ears and he tensed. His nose worked as the intruder's scent reached him. His demon blood making his senses extremely sensitive.
As a scent the boy recognized registered the pup jumped up and lowered into a half crouch as he waited for the three boys to make their appearance.
"Oh look at the big bad demon!" one commented as his friends laughed.
"He doesn't look like no demon, he's a half breed." Another laughed.
The leader, a boy maybe a year or two older then the silver haired child, grinned wickedly.
"You're right," the boy said. "He's a mutt, my father says he should have been killed a birth." Then he bent down and picked up a stick.
The silver haired child wearing a red kimono and hakamas began to growl in an unnatural way for a human child.
"Shut up! You're all stupid, leave me alone!"
The leader, a noble looking boy wearing the silks of a lord's child grinned evilly as he knelt down and picked up a stick.
"Come on boys," he said without looking away from the frightened boy standing alone before his cruel peers.
"Let's teach this dog that it shouldn't bark at its masters."
Then they were on him, hitting and beating him while they cackled merrily.
And suddenly the laughter of three boys and the cries of sadness and pain of another marred the peace of an ancient garden.
InuYasha jerked from his sleep and his heavy breathing made his chest hurt and the tears rolling down his cheeks made the world blurring.
Growling in disgust InuYasha raised his red sleeve and wiped his eyes of the disgraceful tears. Tears he hadn't cried since his mother's death and his exile from the only home he had ever known.
"Damn," he grumbled as he sat up full and looked around. The forest was pitch dark to a human's eyes but to his, the world was clear and peaceful.
InuYasha's golden eye flitted toward the full moon as he listened to the sounds of frogs and crickets. To some it would be soothing but the only sound InuYasha wanted to hear was in a hut in the village on the edge of his forest.
He jumped from his perch and began to walk. He was the most dangerous predator in this forest, he made sure of that.
Finally he made it to the hut of the priestess Kaede and entered silently.
He looked around and did a quick head count.
At the left of the hut was the Buddhist monk Miroku. A perverted man dressed in the traditional wardrobe of a man of the cloth. He was cursed by a hanyo name Naraku with a endless wind void in his right hand that was passed from father to son and would one day swallow him into it if their enemy was not killed soon.
To the right of the door was a woman. Sango, the last of the demon slayers was a kind a gentle woman that was frighteningly good at slaying demons that prayed on humans and by her side was a two tailed fire cat in her kitten form, Kirara.
Then next to the fire pit was an elder woman that had an eye patch over her right eye. She had lost it as a child while attempting to help InuYasha and her elder sister, Kikyo, in a battle.
Then at the back of the hut in a futon made of strange red fabric that encased her like a butterfly in a cocoon was a young girl of immense beauty. Her face was as pale as the moon and her hair had a dark blue tint to it in the little moonlight that filtered in through the window.
InuYasha smiled as he saw the girl and the red haired kit cuddled next to her. He walked on silent feet to the woman's side and sat next to her head.
He listened to the soft sound of her even breathing as she slept and her gentle scent wrapped around him making him feel warm, loved and very safe.
He would never tell anyone how Kagome's scent affected him. He would seem weak and it could point her out as a weakness for his enemies. She was already targeted constantly. But on nights like this when painful memories turned to nightmares InuYasha found sitting with Kagome and his friends chased the cold melancholy of a time best forgotten away and InuYasha could once more find the peace that eluded him for so much of his life.
Smiling softly at the woman he secretly loved with ever fiber of his being he softly ran his hands through her long dark hair where it spilled from her sleeping bag and when she stirred only to cuddle deeper into the warmth of her bedding and sigh softly as she succumbed to a deeper sleep the hanyo finally felt he to could rest without the past coming to haunt him again.
A/N: For some reason I am having the hardest time with this story and when I was re reading my notes on it I found the way I wrote it seemed to sloppy and I just didn't like some of the dreams and memories so I'm rewriting it. I am also working on a story called Another Feudal Fairytale which I have already got a great deal done on and I am making an outline for Birthright, the sequel to Times of Change, which won't be out until one of the stories I am currently writing is close to being done.
Please forgive me for starting all over but I promise I am determined to finish these stories.
So please review and let me know what you all think of this newish version.
AriaBelikov
P.S. I am going to do my best to get each chapter of this and another feudal fairytale up at the same time.