Chapter 2
'It was finely done.' Naraku thought as he realized that the darn dead priestess was now gone from the face of the world for all eternity. No more would she interfere with his plans by saving the oaf Inu Yasha and his pathetic human friends. Plus now that Kikyo was truly dead the mutt Inu Yasha would mourn her death only causing far more pain to Kagome, then even he, Naraku, could ever accomplish. It had gone almost perfectly the only thing that could have made it better would be if the mutt would have seen the last moments of her pretend life. If he could have seen the anger and hatred in her eyes as she left.
'The smell in the air, what could it be?' Inu Yasha thought this smell was so familiar, and it was fading, completely fading from existence. 'Wait I know this smell. This is Kikyo, where could she be. Why was it that her scent is fading?' he thought is mind was full of concern for the woman he had promised to protect, he had to go and make sure she was alright.
"I'm going on ahead" Inu Yasha stated right before he took off, barely giving his companions a glance let alone a second glance. He didn't give time for his friends to argue or for them to inquire as to rather or not they could accompany him.
"I wonder where Inu Yasha is heading." Said Shippo, as he watched his friend quickly disappear. He had always hated when Inu Yasha or any of his friends just all of a sudden decided to go on ahead or that they had something else that needed to be taken care of, but oh well he loved that idiot any way even if he did have a slight habit of being too violent.
"He is probably going after Kikyo, again." Kagome said in a dry bored voice.
"Well, we should probably get moving then. Naraku and the jewel shards are not something that can be delayed until Inu Yasha finds out how to work that brain of his." Sango said for she knew that every time Inu Yasha just ran off after Kikyo it broke Kagome's heart. Her poor friend, she cared for him so much but he never seemed to realize that.
Miroku being the smart monk that he is just had in to the conversation, "Besides, in a matter of thinking it was actually Sesshomaru, who ran off and not Inu Yasha, for as you see here is the body of Inu Yasha." Miroku said this and then patted Sesshomaru on the back. The eyes of the poor demon lord in Inu Yasha's eyes narrowed and then a soft growl was heard.
"Do not touch me you foolish human." The great demon lord said as he coldly glared at poor terrified Miroku. It was still so hilarious hearing those words come from Inu Yasha's voice so every one in the group just had to burst out laughing. Even Rin and Shippo were laughing, they had no idea as to why of course because they had been playing ahead of the rest of the group playing tag and picking wild flowers.
"What are you foolish humans laughing at?" Sesshomaru tried to say with a threatening but having Inu Yasha's voice box made the anger he tried to muster come out as nothing more than a low whine that did nothing other that increase the laughter of those around him. He looked at all of the laughing humans and demon (Shippo) and appeared to ready for attack before he turned on his bare heel and left them all there to enjoy themselves at his expense.
'Those disgusting fools!' Sesshomaru thought with some what less rage then he expected from himself. That only added to his anger has he departed from his traveling companions. How much more of the humans could he tolerate, that was a question even the Great Lord of the Western Lands didn't know the answer to?
Meanwhile…
'Where is she her scent ends right here.' Inu Yasha thought as he searched around the very area in which Kikyo had met her miserable demise. It was then that the keen eyes of the Lord Sesshomaru quickly found a bow and a quiver of arrows. Inu Yasha felt almost grateful for the eyes of his older brother. He kneeled down by the bow and arrows and found a pile of shattered clay and some grave soil he could almost sense that the ashes of his beloved Kikyo, now gone for ever.
He stopped as he felt the wind blow against his face; the wind carried the scent of one of Naraku's incarnations. The scent on the wind was different though as if Naraku had once again created yet another incarnation. He decided that if it meant his death that then so be it for Naraku was going to die by his hands. He vowed to make the death as painful as he could possible manage.
