Authors note: Yay! A new fanfiction! I am so sorry Chibi Playing With Fire. I must have overlooked you, or gotten the email late. Sorry! Does this count as mentioned?
Okay, this is another one of those angst stories. It does have happy ending, though. I think. I havent really thought that far, but I promise they wont die. Not this time anyway. Not permanantly. I swear it isnt a death fic, even if it seems like one. Arigato!
Oh, and one last reminder: Please reveiw.I really appreciate getting reveiws, and I hope to get a lot this story, so maybe I can hit my Two Hundred make. I dont expect any one story to do it, but all together.....
It was quiet, very quiet, in Kaedes village. This was a good thing, because tonight was the full moon. Inuyasha looked up at the darkening sky. He could feel his demon half slipping away. Maybe I wont transform this time. He thought hopefully.
"Yeah. Right." He snorted, having just been hit with reality. It came in the form of a rock, which Shippou had been tossing for the past hour or so. He had been bored. Kids. Cant sit for a minute without getting bored, or hungry, or thirsty, or......... Then, quite suddenly, his ears sank into his head, and he was deaf for a moment. Then he could hear again.
But it was almost like being deaf. Human ears are so weak. He thought irritably. He felt the side of his head, and sure enough, there were those big, rediculous human ears. His gaze went back to the sky, and he sat watching the stars. His vision shifted slightly as his eyes changed color.
He was sitting on a hill, just outside the village. It was a place protected with powerful wards against demons with ill intentions. That should be good enough for most demons, though perhaps not Naraku. It wouldnt work on Sesshoumaru, either, but hed love to seen his servant try to get through. What was his name again? Inuyasha wondered. Oh, yeah. Jaken. The stupid little toady never failed to annoy him. As for that, Sesshoumaru never failed to annoy him either.
He heard footsteps. "DDDD this human body." He muttered under his breath. He would have been able to identify whoever was approachig if he hadnt practically lost his sense of smell. He would have heard them coming long ago if it wasnt for those DDDD human ears. He hated transforming. It made his vulnerable, and he hated being vulnerable. Who didnt?
It made Inuyasha frustrated that he couldnt identify the person approaching immeadiatly by their smell. He sniffed at the air in vain, catching only a dull imitation of scents. Wet grass, fresh leaves, and a faint hint of perfume. In human form, he couldnt even tell what kind of perfume it was! This is rediculous. He thought angrily.
"Who are you you, and what buisness do you have with me?" Inuyasha asked harshly. He stood up and turned around. There was a woman standing there. An elderly woman who looked like one good push would do her in. Her skin was a mass of wrinkles, and her hair was as gray as Kaedes, and pulled together just like Kikyo did.
"I am Kintaena. And who might you be?" Kintaena said shrewdly. Inuyasha immeadiatly took a disliking to her. He did that to a lot of people.
"None of your buisness, granny." He replied haughtily. He wasnt going to show her any kindness, not by a long shot. Besides. When had he ever been known to be nice to people?
"You shouldnt be so rude, child." She said. He snorted.
"And you shouldnt be so ugly. The world aint fair." He answered back. Her eyes flashed in anger. Guess I hit a soft spot. He thought triumphantly. Immeadiatly she drew out a scroll. Holding it between her index finger, and her middle finger, she held it up in front of her chest. The other hand lay limply at her side, and he noticed that it ended in a whithered stump.
Suddenly, he felt something twinge in his stomach. She began chanting something eerie. A curse! Inuyasha thought frantically. That ugly hag is cursing me! He was motionless, caught in the flow of the spell. An took flight with a hoot of protest at the engery encircling the two of them.
The scroll stopped being a scroll. It melted into a white blob with letters on it. The the letters ran, coloring te scroll/blob partially black. The blackness spread, and a the same time, the blob began to lose mass. It got lighter, and became more like a glow of black light, for now it was completely black, than a blob of anything.
The curse, for that was what it really was, not a blob, or a glow, rose into the air, taking flight from Kintaenas fingers and drifted toward him. Slowly, it came toward him, menacing and evil. Shes no miko! Shes a kuromiko! A darkl preistess! No! Inuyasha thought, petrified. He was physically unable to move.
The orb flew onto his stomach, burning away the fabric of his kimono. It stuck like glue. With a dark chuckle, the priestess left. The orb then began to slowly sink into his skin. A wave of sudden pain hit him. It was so intense, he vomited. Another wave hit him, and he curled up in a ball. He was able to move now, but he wasnt paying any attention to that.
He could only focus on the pain. He had never felt anything like this! Not when he was poisoned by that cursed spider demon. Not when Kagome had nearly killed him, having been controlled by something. Not even that time when Sesshoumaru had plunged his hand right through his stomach. That was in the same area, though. Inuyash thought vaguely.
Dawn found him like this, curled up in as small a ball as possible. He felt, even through the terrible pain, his demon power return. Maybe it will chase away the curse. He thought hopefully. It did. His ears came back, and he could hear again. His sense od smell came back, and he could smell again. Last to change was the pain. It slowly faded away, leaving in its place a memory of the terrible hurting.
Inuyasha stood up, now back in his own body. The light of dawn colored everything in brilliant colors. For the first time in a while, he felt grateful. Grateful to be alive. Grateful to be rid of the pain. He walked slowly toward the village, savoring the beauty of it. His close call with death made him appreciate everything.
The soft green grass under his feet. The warm sun bathing his shoulders. The birds singing in the trees. He couldnt remember ever being so.... thoughtful. He walked past houses now, instead of trees. Horses, instead of bushes. He arrived at Kaedes house. He slid back the door, and walked into the cool shade, to find that everyone was still asleep.
He slid onto the floor, and fell asleep, glad at that moment, to be alive. Glad to be the Hanyou named Inuyasha.