:: Summary
Kagome's excitement over a toads young leads to an encounter with a most dangerous beast. A trip with her dear grandfather and brother ends up being a life changing experience for the young girl. Being only the age of 12, Kagome doesn't understand the weight of a promise.
(Inuyasha's story or characters are not owned by me. The plot of this story, however, is mine to claim)
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::Chapter 4
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A mothers worst nightmare is to lose their child. A person which you carried within you for months, cared for and loved since birth - to lose hold of someone so precious would be devastating.
And devastated, mother was.
Souta had never seen his mum cry before. He did not even know a mother could cry the way his did. Happy tears had clung to her dark lashes when Kagome had revealed a drawing for mother's day – but these cries were thick of grief. The woman's petite form was buried within the arms of the elder, his grandfather. He rubbed her back in a heartening routine, but the sobs that left her quaking lips did not break. Kagome was gone. How she could be gone was out of the brothers understanding, however. She would simply come back as she did after school, would she not?
The dim light from the kitchen did not touch him where he stood; hiding away at the bottom step of their stairway. It was late. He was not supposed to be up at this hour, but his chest hurt with unease over his mum's weeping. Souta wanted nothing more than for her to comfort him. But, although he was just a child, he recognized that for once mother was the one in need of comfort. With a craving look towards the adults, Souta silently made his way back upstairs.
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The boy. His arm – or what used to be his arm. Laying almost paralyzed though the night, his body desperately trying to heal a wound it had never met before – it was an experience to say the least. Breathing was difficult, keeping his eyes open was difficult. Everything felt like a bother and far in his mind he could hear a voice. Give up, it said.
Before him, just in his line of sight, rested the human girl. She had seemed unaware, scared – and then happy. He could bathe in the waves of her emotions which seemed to change every minute. When he made a noise, her scent spilled over with fear. How she could fear him when he was the one who had taken a blow was beyond him. With those powers of hers she should not panic over his presence, but she did. Her shaking form gave it all away – she really was just a kid. A fragile mortal child who understood this world even less than he. If she even knew she had powers played in his thoughts, and he decided that she most likely did not because of her reaction to them. Did humans not value people like her? They must – but then again, demons no longer roamed free. The use of mikos and monks was no longer needed, not in the way they were hundreds of years ago. Mother had told him that this world no longer was theirs, and they could not change that. Do not be seen, do not be heard. These words were law. Being young as he was, breaking rules was a good way to pass time. One and all had a rebellious phase after all, even this human daughter. Why else would she have strolled in these woods alone?
Stupidity was a valid reason. Humans have not shown to be very developed in the first years of their short lives. It was almost pathetic how weak the mortal newborn was compared to the young of animals. Then again, in what way had he shown himself to be superior to this weak being as he laid there, damaged by their sort. Perhaps he was the one to be laughed at. How he wished his mother was there.
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"Are you there?" A small young voice woke him from his slumber and the small shivering child came into view. She had moved closer; to his surprise and her large blue eyes stared down at him.
"I am here."
"Why?" She asked.
The silence that followed lasted for a while, then her small hands pushed him to lay at his back rather than his stomach, which ended up making it easier for him to breathe. His face had stains of mud and sweat and his eyes flashed red. She crawled back a few feet, then threw up. Why, he wondered. But then the stench of his savaged arm hit his senses and he too felt the need to barf. The girl let out a cry, tears at her eyes when she turned back to him.
"Did I do this?"
"Yes."
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