Disclaimer: NO! I don't wanna say it…(lawyers bring out contracts and threaten me with math) OK OK I'll say it, fine, I don't know Inuyasha happy. Honestly it's fanfiction, naturally the writers don't own the stuff, we're FANS. Ok done ranting.
Author's notes: …….um….I have nothing to say…that's weird….oh wait I remember. This first chapter is longer than the others just a heads up and I'll be updating this story pretty regularly since I wrote 4 chapters already, I have issues with waiting so I'll post multiple chapters at once.
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When Good Mikos Go Bad
Chapter One-- Falling
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"Look out!" she screamed, as the demon of the day lunged toward a rather distracted hanyou. Inuyasha snapped to attention at the sound of her voice and the scent of her worry on the wind, dodging the potentially fatal blow. Out of instinct he turned to check on his miko companion. She was holding her own, firing arrows into the onslaught of demons backing them all up to the cliff, purifying handfuls of the enemy at once.
Satisfied of her safety, Inuyasha returned his attention to the demon general commanding the hoards attacking his friends. In his momentary distraction the beast was able to land a glancing blow to Inuyasha's uninjured arm, which was all that was necessary to shatter the bone; this thing could send waves of crushing force through an opponent with the slightest contact. Stifling his cry of pain Inuyasha switched the tetsaiga to his less injured arm, which was hardly an improvement since the deep gash on his forearm depleted him of much of the strength necessary to wield his sword.
"Inuyasha!" Cried his miko companion in concern, sending an arrow towards the foe closing in on the crumpled hanyou. The youkai cried out as the sacred arrow embedded itself in the creature's shoulder. Its flesh twisted and sizzled as it was purified, the arm falling away from the torso, only for the surrounding troops to converge and merge together forming a new limb for their general.
"Oops," the young miko said, slightly embarrassed for having increased the enemy's temper.
"Get back!" The hanyuo ordered, gathering his remaining strength to use the wind scar, with only one hand it wouldn't be very powerful but hopefully it would be enough to refocus the demon's attention away from his friend.
Just as the newly regenerated demon arm shot toward the girl who had destroyed the previous one, Inuyasha brought down the tetsaiga with as much force as possible sending a weak wind scar spiraling at the fiend. Weak as it was the blast was able to offset the youkai's balance just enough to divert his aim away from the miko girl, and causing the giant beast to collapse on his own, sending tremors through the ground.
Inuyasha raised his glance to the miko visually reassuring himself that she was unharmed, their eyes met briefly and she smiled her thanks. His answering smile was abruptly cut off when he realized exactly where she was standing.
The demon army had successfully driven the group to the cliff's edge and the miko stood there on the very ledge, bow in hand, quiver empty, and with a demon able to shatter bone with a brush, not three feet from her, who was now stirring into action. All thoughts of the fight disappeared as his mind went into rescue mode, ignoring the wounds in his limbs and torso, he charged at the young women.
Confusion graced the young girl's features, at this sudden change in demeanor. She took a moment to gage her surroundings for the cause if the trouble, but it was too late, the deep booming of the demon's wave power was drowning out all else.
The cliff crumbled as the demon pressed his hand into the earth at her feet. Inuyasha watched as if in slow motion, her chocolate eyes filled with realization as she fell back into the cavernous abyss, his legs seemed like jelly as he ran, and they refused to increase their speed.
"Sango, Miroku, hurry up with those demons!" he yelled back to the youkai surrounded slayer and monk. Reaching the cliff he thrust out an arm latching onto the falling miko, as she disappeared from view. His clawed and bloodied hand grasped the girl's forearm, unable to pull her back to safety due to his various injuries, but only prevent her from falling to her death.
"Damn women, always getting into trouble." Inuyasha grumbled to the women clutching onto his bleeding arm his blood staining her ivory skin scarlet. Weakly he pulled, only to wince as a hiss of pain escaped his lips, and his wounds protested burning in agony. She noticed, "Inuyasha," she whispered, a note of sad seriousness coloring her voice, then so softly he could hardly hear her, "let go."
The hanyou stared at her as she if she had grown a few extra heads in the course of a second, before realizing her seriousness and shouting, without care of the demons his other companions were battling. "Are you crazy women, no way a weakling human like you could survive that fall!?"
Without hesitation or fear the young miko snapped back at him viciously, "and with those injuries neither could you! You can't even pull me back over you're in so much pain." Her voice grew softer as she spoke of his pain.
"Feh! Not a chance wench, you're not gettin' off that easy!" The girl rolled her eyes at the hanyou supporting her as if she wasn't hanging off a cliff. He turned away from her to shout, and hide his wince of pain as she slipped slightly in his grasp, "Miroku hurry the hell up!"
"If you haven't noticed, Inuyasha we're a little preoccupied here!" shouted the monk in reply, oblivious to his friend's situation, as he smashed in a demon's head.
"Damnit," muttered the hanyou, as his fingers around the girl's arm started to loosen without permission. The dangling miko examined her friend's face noticing his furrowed brow of determination and his slackened grip, she knew him well enough to know what would happen, If I don't do something soon, she thought, he'll end up going over the cliff too.
"I'm sorry Inuyasha, it's my only choice," she whispered before pulling her arm out of his slackened grip.
Fear latched onto the hanyou as the women fell farther and farther out of his reach, her school uniform fluttering around her body. "NO!!"
Her lips moved in response but no audible sound accompanied her order, as she plummeted downward.
Inuyasha cried out with a with a pain deeper than that of his wounds as he watched helplessly the women he had once sworn to protect fall, wearing a whimsical smile on her delicate lips.
"KAGOME!!!" the voice of a desperate man.
