A/N: Two years! Almost two years have passed since I last updated the story that started it all! But now I'm back in action and working harder than ever to keep up with my stories! I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: Hey I don't own Inuyasha. Rumiko-san does, which means she has all the fame, fortune, recognition, and millions of fans that read the manga and watch the show. However if I did own Inuyasha, I would have all these things.
Summary: Remember when Kagome was under Menomeru's spell from the first movie? Well what if it was never dispelled and just lay dormant within her being? What if it was one day unleashed on a bunch of unsuspecting demons that intend to kill her. Let's just say it doesn't end too well for those bunch of demons that's for sure.
Rating: T
For violence and mild language
Category: Action/Adventure/ Romance
Hidden Power: Silver Moon Vampiress
Chapter 7: Mastering Newfound Abilities: Telekinesis and Transmutation
Kagome sprinted back to the hut, her arms swinging freely at her sides as she ran farther and farther away from Inuyasha's cries of agitation. Kaede eventually caught up with her, going at her own leisurely pace.
"Whew . . . that was close! I'm sure if I had stayed any longer, Inuyasha would have chewed me out."
"Indeed child. Ye were lucky you escaped at that moment."
Silence settled over them as they paused to catch their breath. After a few moments, Kaede said, "Well, child, I believe it is best that we meditate so that ye may replenish your spiritual energy."
"Sure."
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Within minutes Kaede and Kagome found a quaint quite place beside a flowing river to center their thoughts and ease their minds of all cognitive thought. They allowed the sounds surrounding them to take a hold of their senses and they took in deep breaths that slowly and steadily replenished their nearly depleted spiritual energy. After this short exercise, Kagome couldn't deny that she indeed felt immensely better. Kagome sighed, stretching lightly as she stood and reached out a hand to help Kaede to her feet.
"Thank you child," Kaede said, dusting her clothes free of dry leaves and dirt.
"You're welcome," Kagome replied with a smile.
Side by side they walked back to the hut and they enter it, finding Sango up and about with Shippo, making breakfast.
"Where's Miroku, Sango," Kagome asked after she had surveyed the entirety of the room.
Sango looked up from stirring something in Kaede's black pot, and set the ladle aside. "Oh I sent him to the neighboring village to gather a few things," she said.
"And you didn't go with him," Kagome questioned, finding Sango's nonchalant attitude about Miroku's absence a little disturbing. "Aren't you worried that he'll flirt with the village women there," Kagome queried after a while.
"No," Sango said coolly, sending a cold front through the room.
"No?"
"No; not at all. I sent Kirara with him," Sango uttered in a matter-of-fact tone that permeated the air with an undue hint of malice. "If he so much as strays from the task at hand, Kirara will drag him back and I'll handle things from then on . . ."
Sango's threat hung menacingly in the air and was not idle by any means. Each of them was aware of the seriousness of Sango's threats and knew not to take them lightly. The very thought of this scared everyone immensely and they made sure they never got on Sango's bad side. Kagome inwardly winced as she thought of the physical harm she could cause the poor monk and prayed that he behaved himself well enough so that he could remain conscious for the remainder of the day. Both Kagome and Kaede settled down by the fire taking in its solacing warmth as the aroma of a delectable stew reached their nostrils.
"Mmm . . . that smells absolutely wondrous Sango! What is it," Kagome asked, fighting the urge to lift the lid of the pot and taste a spoonful.
"It's gray hare stew with mixed vegetables, herbs and spices," Sango said with a proud smile of a true chef adorning her lips.
"Wow, that sounds wonderful! When will it be done," Kagome asked, barely containing her eagerness to dig into the enticingly smelling meal.
"Soon, soon. Perhaps a few more minutes."
A comfortable silence settled over the group as they waited for the food to be done. Just then, Inuyasha appeared in the doorway—with a crash of the bamboo screen being forcefully shoved aside—anger displayed visibly. His teeth were gritted in a gnashing grind of fangs and his fists were clenched tightly at his sides, his claws digging into his flesh nearly to the brink of physical harm. Kagome turned her head, surveying the fury that had overtaken his features with a sheepish grin.
"What took you so long, slowpoke," she asked as though they had been in a race of some kind. "Anyway, you made it just in time. Sango is about to serve us a delicious-smelling stew for breakfast."
"KAGOME . . ." he growled, stalking further into the room with heavy footsteps. "What did you mean by 'timber'?"
"N-nothing," she said standing up and turning to face Inuyasha's imposing anger.
"Nothing! You nearly killed me and all you have to say is timber?"
Kagome had begun to grow tired of Inuyasha's tirade and leaned closer to him so they were almost nose-to-nose.
"Look, I'm sorry," Kagome cried in utter frustration and the beginnings of anger beginning to show clear in her eyes. "I'm going through a tough time right now. Perfecting these newfound powers is not easy!"
Her breathing had reached a fever pitch by the end of her tirade and Inuyasha couldn't help relishing in the heated warmth of her breath fanning his face or the flare of anger that had risen within her, adding an arousing spike to her scent that had his senses reeling. To prevent him self from kissing her in that moment when her anger was at it's peak, Inuyasha reluctantly turned on her.
"Feh! Whatever!"
Kagome waved her hand in the air sharply in a dismissive manner, fed up with Inuyasha all together in that moment. Unbeknownst to Kagome and Inuyasha, Kagome's gesture had caused the wooden ladle that Sango had set aside next to the boiling pot of food to levitate eerily in mid-air.
"Uh . . . Kagome . . ." Sango whispered hesitantly.
"Yes, Sango," Kagome answered without looking at her and instead occupying her time with glaring at Inuyasha's broad back.
"Maybe you should turn around . . ."
"Why," Kagome asked," whipping around on her heel sharply.
Her eyes widened substantially when she came face-to face with the ladle suspended a few feet form her in mid-air.
"Did I do that," she asked her hand raising slowly to point at her handiwork—the levitating utensil a mere few feet away from her.
As she did so, the ladle rose higher into the air, following Kagome's hand motions. Inuyasha turned back to the room once he realized the attention was no longer on him and watched the scene unfolding before him. Kagome continued to manipulate the wooden utensil, raising it up high before bringing it nearly down onto the floor before she started moving it from side to side. Everyone watched the display, speechless. The power Kagome now possessed could be an excellent ally and a formidable foe if not mastered properly.
"I think so . . ." Sango answered finally after watching Kagome move the ladle all about the room with as little as a flick of her wrist.
"How," Kagome asked, giving her friends a quizzical look.
They exchanged glances about the room and it was finally Kaede who saw fit to give Kagome an honest answer.
"I don't know child. Perhaps it was ye anger towards Inuyasha that caused ye power to lift objects to take effect."
"Oh . . ."
Inuyasha scoffed at this in disbelief, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Kaede turned to him, a questioningly look overtaking her features.
"Do ye have a problem with my assessment Inuyasha," she challenged, quietly.
"Of course not," he shouted, turning up his nose in scorn at the accusation. "I just don't appreciate being blamed for something that isn't my fault and has nothing to do with me."
Sango gave a snort from her perch by the pot. "Please, Inuyasha. You were the last person to upset Kagome before this happened; it's obvious that her anger towards you triggered her powers of tele-what's it called."
"She's right Inuyasha," Shippo shouted up at him. "Kagome always gets pretty scary when she's angry at you, and now, she's even scarier with this new power." The little kitsune shuddered, thinking back to all the times Kagome scared him when she was well, and truly, angry.
"As if . . ." Inuyasha muttered turning his back on the room again.
"Oh yeah," Kagome cried, whirling on her heel to face him. Behind her the ladle remained suspended in mid-air, poised for Kagome's next movement. If you hadn't made me angry, I wouldn't be controlling this ladle with a simple hand motion."
Kagome threw her hands up in utter frustration, rolling her eyes heavenward. Behind her the ladle shot to the roof of the hut before leveling back to its original position when Kagome dropped her hands back to her side. Her comrades watched in stupefied awe as dust from the roof began to settle down below from the impact of the ladle against it. She sighed in deep exasperation, shaking her head lightly.
"I can't believe you of all people won't own up to something that is obviously your fault! Actually, on second thought, maybe I can. You're unbelievable," she cried, tossing her hand dismissing manner again and turning away from him.
The instant she did this, the ladle went zooming past her head at a break neck speed, embedding itself solidly into the wall behind Inuyasha, inches away from his head. Inuyasha's eyes widened—as did the rest of the groups'—as he stood staring fixedly at the wooden ladle now embedded in the wall. Shippo was the first to recover from his astonishment.
"Now do you see, Inuyasha," he commented, shaking his head smartly.
"Shut up, you little runt or I'll come over there and . . ."
"Inuyasha . . ." Kagome interrupted, a hint of menace and a peppering of warning lacing her tone. "Don't make me sit you, or better yet, don't make me fling something with more force and weight to it than a spoon at you."
Inuyasha looked affronted at the outright threat that Kagome brandished like a well polished blade. He knew better than to test Kagome so he dropped it. "Feh . . ." he muttered, turning to leave the hut. He exited without a word, shoving aside the bamboo screen and stepping out into the sunlight. He took off at a run in search of a place to think so he could clear his mind.
Kagome and the others watched him go, none of them moving to stop him. An awkward silence settled over them and they all were reluctant to break it. At last Kaede broke the silence.
"Well child, I believe it is wise for you to hone this new ability as soon as possible, for it can prove to be a rather dangerous in battle without proper control."
Kagome nodded. "I agree, Kaede. But first . . . Let's eat." After a moment she added, "That is . . . after I get the ladle out of the wall first . . ."
She smiled sheepishly and went over to the wall, gripping the ladle's handle and pulling with all her might. It took both Kagome and Sango's strength to get the ladle out of the wall. They sighed heavily, bending over and panting from exertion after having completing their task.
"Damn Kagome," Sango said after she had caught sufficient enough breath to speak. "You thrust that ladle into that wall hard." She surveyed the hole in the wall with a whistle of disbelief. "Inuyasha must have really upset you."
"I guess so," Kagome murmured silently, hiding her face as a blush began to bloom on her cheeks.
Just then Miroku arrives, with an armful of vegetables, blankets, gourds full of water, bread—emergency supplies in case they travel away from Kaede's village and Kagome is unable to return to her era. Kirara stalks in behind him with a innocent mewl, her twin tails waving back and forth behind her. Miroku surveys the room with a smile that soon falls to a frown when he finds both Kagome and Sango out of breath near the doorway.
"What have I missed," he asked, setting the supplies aside.
"A lot," Shippo said.
Miroku gave his comrades a curious look, wondering what could have went on in his absence. "Well fill me in," he said, making his way towards the hearth where the pot of food was simmering over a low fire.
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A half an hour later, the group had settled down for breakfast and Kagome had shared all the events that had occurred during his absence.
"I see . . ." Miroku said with note of seriousness to his tone. "At least we have an idea what it is that has caused such a frighteningly powerful manifestation of your telekinetic ability, Kagome. Speaking of which, where is Inuyasha?"
"He ran off after I accidentally flung the ladle at him and embedded it in the wall behind him," Kagome answered, staring down into her bowl with guilt marring her usually light features. "I was really upset with him then . . ."
Perhaps I should apologize to him, she thought, idly. Before she could contemplate how to go about apologizing to him or finding him for in order to do so, her thoughts were interrpted by Miroku.
"I agree with Kaede," he said suddenly. "It would be wise for you to hone this new ability before it becomes a hazard to us all during battle."
"I know," Kagome replied solemnly, "I know. But, what will I practice with?"
"You are welcome to use the hiraikotsu," Sango offered kindly, patting Kagome's shoulder in comfort.
"And you can use my staff," Miroku added.
"Hey, don't forget me," Shippo cried. "You can use my Smashing top." He leapt into Kagome's arms, holding her tight. "We're all here for you, Kagome."
"That's right," Sango said and Miroku nodded in agreement.
Kagome smiled, fighting back the tears that were ready to flow from her eyes at the supportive energy coming from her friends. "Thank you," she said, giving them each an appreciative glance. Cleaning up her mess, she gathered both Miroku and Shippo's weapons and exited the hut with Sango trailing behind her with the hiraikotsu strapped to her back. They trekked along the dirt path leading from Kaede's hut and found an open space where Kagome could practice in peace.
"Will you be all right Kagome," Sango asked, easing her weapon alongside Shippo and Miroku's weapons.
"Yeah. If there's any trouble, I'll let you know."
"Okay," Sango replied, placing a comforting hand on Kagome's shoulder before heading back to Kaede's hut.
After watching Sango's retreating form for a while, Kagome returned her attention to the objects before her, taking a deep breath to sooth the stomach wrenching nervousness that was eating its way through her. I can do this she told herself. All I have to do is concentrate and everything will be fine. She settled down on the ground before all three objects and immediately began to focus all her energy on drowning out all distractions about her until all that she was aware of was the steady, rhythmic thump of her heart and the rasp of air easing in and out of her lungs. Eyes closed, she relaxed her posture, coaxing her taut muscles to ease, which drew a deep exhale from her. Once she felt she had successfully focused all of her energy, she opened her eyes and stared at Shippo's Smashing Top, simultaneously beginning to think of things that Inuyasha did to make her angry.
Inuyasha never appreciates the meals I slave away in the kitchen to make, and instead, goes for the ramen noodles that he favors so much, she thought to herself. This thought was all it took for her to lift Shippo's top a few inches above her head. Kagome used her hands to guide the top's flight, finally bringing her hands down to her side to settle Shippo's weapon back down onto the ground. A sigh escaped her. She was surprised to find that it wasn't as hard as she expected. With a newfound boost of confidence she moved on to Miroku's staff, focusing her mind on Inuyasha's inappreciative nature. The staff quivered on the ground under Kagome's intense mental concentration, but did not lift off the ground. Furrowing her brow in increased concentration she thought of the time Inuyasha had broken her alarm clock and how he had ruined the bike her neighbor had given her after she had put in all that work to polish it.
That brought a twisted smile to her lips as she remembered each incident as though it had occurred only hours ago. Within seconds the staff was air-borne, several inches higher than Shippo's Smashing Top had risen. She began to control its flight like she did with Shippo's top, using slight hand motions to make it soar and spiral through the air. With another relieved sigh, she brought the staff to rest along the ground beside Shippo's top. She had to admit that lifting Miroku's staff was indeed a bit more of a challenge than she had expected it to be. Her heart swelled with pride at having accomplished her task, but still feeling a little adventurous, she decided to experiment a little. Focusing her attention on both weapons at once, she thought of the time Inuyasha had not been able to look her straight in the eyes since he found out that Kikyo's grave had been desecrated.
That had really gotten her worked up, despite the fact that he had held her hand and almost kissed her; it wasn't her he was seeing anyway—it was Kikyo. With that memory blazed across her mind in vivid and heart wrenching detail, Kagome lifted both Shippo's top and Miroku's staff high into the air. She practiced keeping one above the other, increasing the speed in which each object glided through the air and the direction in which they traveled. With a smile and another deep exhalation, Kagome lowered both weapons onto the ground gently, standing to stretch her body and ease the tension that had wound its way like a looping cord into every fiber of her being. With a sigh she returned her attention to the hiraikotsu, wondering how she was going to lift Sango's bulky weapon. Try as she might, she could not lift the hiraikotsu using the same thoughts that had lifted both Shippo and Miroku's weapons.
She had to come up with something that truly upset her and made her angry beyond rational or conscious thought. There was only one thing in the world that Inuyasha did that stirred in her an anger so deep that it overtook her senses and pierced her through with a lance of hot jealousy and searing heartache—leaving her for Kikyo. That was the one thing that could bring her to her knees in agony and a cascade of tears and sear her mind with a flurry of furious oaths and heartfelt pleas. She let her mind be filled with the painful memories and the hiraikotsu shot up from its perch on the ground in a cloud of dust and took to the sky at a violent speed. Kagome's mind was so overcome by the pain of all the memories it, she forgot to seize control of the hiraikotsu. Not long after its flight into the open air, the hiraikotsu began to spiral downward, heading right for Kagome.
Kagome screamed helplessly as the hiraikotsu sped down towards her, crouching low and praying that she would be all right. Who will save me now, she thought silently as she waited for the pain to arrive.
A/N: All right, chapter 7 is up! Woot, woot! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. There's more to come in chapter 8. Thanks for reading!
Silver Moon Vampiress
