Confrontations With the Past

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Chapter 1- The Village of Blood

Kagome closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. Even though she didn't have the heightened senses that Inuyasha had, she felt as thought she could smell, hear, and feel everything. It was a beautiful day, she could smell the intoxicating mixture of the flowers and grass, she could feel the breeze caress her skin and the warm sun shine on her arms and face. She and her friends had been walking for almost an hour, on their continuing search for the missing pieces of the Shikron Jewel. Kagome felt a twinge of guilt as she thought about the Jewel and how she broke it. However she quickly shook it off, knowing that if she hadn't broken the Jewel she wouldn't have met any of the people she was surrounded with.
Shippo, the young fox demon, walked at her feet. His little tail swooshed as he struggled to keep up with his taller friends, but he had refused to be carried, at least for now. Sango walked just a few steps behind Kagome and Shippo, and beside her walked Kirara, her companion. Behind her was Miroku, the perverted monk, with a heart of gold. He was "lost in prayer", which usually meant her was walking behind the group so he could check out the girls' butts.
Leading the group was Inuyasha. Kagome silently watched him walk, wondering what he was thinking. She'd come to the conclusion that she'd liked him a long time ago, but she knew as long as he still retained feelings for Kikyo they could never be. She inwardly sighed at the thought of the dead Miko Priestess. She'd ruined everything between Kagome and Inuyasha time and time again, and yet he always forgave her. Inuyasha and Kagome fought almost constantly and usually if he came around to apologizing it was because one of her friends made him.
Lost in her thoughts Kagome walked into a firm object and was sent spiraling backward for a few steps. When she regained her composure she realized Inuyasha had stopped dead in front of her. "Inuyasha! Why did you stop like that?"
He didn't seem to hear her, or, more likely was ignoring her. The group gathered around him, waiting.
The silver haired and golden eyed half-demon sniffed the air. A very distinctive scent had suddenly caught his attention as he had been walking. When he spoke there was pure distain in his voice, "Blood." He said. "Human blood and lots of it." He turned and glanced over his shoulder as if to tell the other to get ready, but before he even completed the movement he heard the failure burst of noise Kirara makes as she grows within the flames.
When he finally turned to see the others ready for battle, Sango ready with her boomerang, Miroku pulling at the prayer beads on his right hand, and Kagome holding her bow in one hand and Shippo in the other, he caught a different scent in the air... "Naraku" he hissed.
Kagome walked towards Inuyasha to get on his back, he bent over for her and Shippo to climb on. Sango and Miroku wasted not time getting on to Kirara. With that they were off. Inuyasha leapt high in the air, his arms wrapped protectively around Kagome's legs at his waist, he could feel her hands griping his shoulders tight enough not to fall, but not enough to bother him. Kirara flew high in the air above them.
"Inuyasha!" Sango called from above, "it's just over those hills, a village!"
His feet hit the ground then pounced up again. The undeniable scent of blood was growing thicker, Naraku's scent too grew stronger, but not strong enough to make him think he was still anywhere near here.
After a few more jumps the group landed on the outskirts of a small village. The sight was appalling; men, women, and even children were slaughtered in the streets. Kagome shielded Shippo's young eyes.
"What happened here?" Sango asked stunned at the sight.
"I don't know, but it was recent." Inuyasha answered.
They cautiously stepped through the blood soaked dirt roads, dogging a body when needed. Half way into the village Inuyasha stopped, the others followed his lead. His hand dropped to the Tesigua, but did not unsheathe it. "Someone's here." His eyes scanned the wasteland before him, "and it's a demon."