Hey guys and I know i'm completely evil for that but it had to be done. I wanna thank u all for ur reviews and if u go to MediaMiner and look me up under this same name u can now see my artwork on Yuta, Hiroaki and the others. kk now u have to thank my friend ashley for forcing me to work lol. Ashley: mwahahaha! yes ALL RULE ASHLEY!
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chapter 20: The Arrow's Message
Yuta walked ahead of her love, their hands cupped together in chaste romance. The sunlight above them gazed atop their shoulders, giving off a golden shine. Yuta smiled to Hiroaki as she turned her head to face him. Hiroaki smiled back and clenched her hand briefly, before taking the lead and leading them out of the forest of her father. Yuta followed behind him her smile widening and a blush coming to her cheeks when she recalled what had happened previously.
Yuta looked up from the forest floor and up to the setting sunlight to the front of them. The heavens above blazed in scarlet hue that could match her own blushing cheeks. If her father ever discovered what had happened...well she saw the way he stared in disgust at the mark upon her neck. Yuta giggled and looked back to the sunset. "Wait...sunset!"
Yuta skidded to a halt and pulled Hiroaki back with her. Hiroaki raised an eyebrow. "Yuta? Are you alright?"
Yuta looked to him with wide eyes. "Hiroaki! It's sunset!"
Hiroaki gave her an odd stare "So...?" he asked slowly.
Yuta gave him another distressed look. "So Inuyasha wanted me back three hours ago!" Hiroaki stared at her for a second before clenching her hand and running as fast as possible. Yuta tried not to hide her smile but couldn't help it when she heard him chanting the word "shit" repeatedly. He was still afraid of her father. Yuta shook her head and took lead again. They burst down the hill and quickly began to slow. It was then that both of the lovers felt it. It was a strange, almost sad aura that was emitting from the house itself and Yuta felt her stomach churn uneasily into a knot.
Something was not right. She did not like this feeling-Not at all. Yuta glanced into Hiroaki's eyes to see that she was not the only one to notice the aura. Yuta swallowed the sudden dryness of her throat as she stepped forward and slid the door to the side. If she had thought the emotions were strong outside the house then she was quickly corrected when she felt those emitting from within. The room was cold with anxiety, which gave her the mere chills.
Sango rushed forward and hugged them both by their shoulders. She pulled apart and looked them over quickly. Yuta stared into her chocolate eyes that were filled with unsettling apprehension. The knot in her stomach tightened. "S-Sango?"
Sango looked to them both. "Are you alright?" she asked them quickly. "Did anything happen to you?"
Yuta looked to Hiroaki confused, but he looked the same as she. He cleared his throat "Mother?" he asked unsure. "What's wrong? Were perfectly fine-"
"Why are they here?" Yuta asked pointing in the direction of Shippo, Rin, and Jaro. 'What the hell are they doing? They should be back at the castle.' Yuta's golden eyes surveyed the heavyhearted façades of her friends and her stomach filled with a deeper emotion of dread and wonder. Yuta looked around at all of the faces within the vicinity of the room. Would anyone speak? She looked around desperate for answers when she realized just who was missing.
"Where's my parents?" she asked in a rush staring at Sango. Sango wouldn't look her in the eye and stood up to pick up the crying Juri and held her tight. Yuta looked to Shippo who also avoided her eyes as he stared at the wooden floors. Neither Rin nor Jaro looked at her either. Yuta started to feel desperate.
"Why won't anyone tell me!" she yelled into the room. "Where are my parents? What happened?"
No one said a thing. Desperate for the needed answers, Yuta looked to her last hope. "Miroku," she stated softly. Miroku looked up and into her eyes. "Tell me, please."
Miroku's eyes explained everything and before he even spoke the words Yuta knew something terrible had happened to her family. When he spoke, the words were strained almost as though he wouldn't dare speak them.
"We were just talking when your father suddenly ran into the woods with your mother close behind him. We knew something had to be wrong, so we ordered the children into the house and I took off running after them..."
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Miroku ran as fast as his legs would carry him. He followed the rough path that his friends had left for him, following it deep into the forest. His breathing started coming in small pants from running so hard when he heard the familiar cry of a neko. Miroku turned around still running and grabbed hold of his wife's hand as she pulled him on top of Kirara. Miroku sat down on the old friend and balanced his staff as they rose higher into the air.
"Which way Miroku?" asked Sango as she steered the two tail. Miroku checked their area and then pointed.
"That way, into the depths." Sango nodded and then steered the two tail in the direction. He kept his eyes wide for any movements or something that would indicate that Inuyasha's position.
"There!" Miroku pointed with his staff at the falling trees. Kirara bound after it, but before she could even get closed the spot, she was repelled by a strong barrier. Miroku held tight to the cats fur as Kirara cried out and Sango was almost unseated. He quickly grabbed her and put her up right. "It's a barrier," he cursed.
"Damn. Miroku how are we going to get in?" asked the older demon slayer.
Miroku shook his head grimly. "I have no idea. All I know is that, that was the most powerful barrier I have seen since-" Miroku was cut off by the sudden gasp of wind and the dark purple miasma that conjugated at the collapsed trees and then up into the clouds above them. Sango quickly steered Kirara away from the on coming danger that swept so closely near them. Miroku watched as the sky above them turned dark and malevolent. Then, as soon as it had begun it had stopped, and everything went back to normal. Miroku stared at where the tornado of miasma had traveled up and into nothing. He finally finished his sentence. "Since..."
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"Naraku?" Yuta repeated the name softly, in shock.
"It had to be," said Miroku hoarsely.
It was then that Jaro made his way into the conversation. "That is impossible. Naraku has been dead for over fifteen years. There's no possible way that he could have come back."
Miroku eyed the young man once over and shook his head. "Jaro you are too young to remember such at thing and you were not even with us at that time. But I am sure that Shippo remembers quiet well."
Shippo nodded slowly. "I may have been young but I can recall almost everything that happened to us."
Yuta glanced at Shippo and then back to Miroku. Her mind was spun with every word they spoke. "Are you trying to say that Naraku kidnapped my parents? But...like Jaro said, isn't he dead?!"
Miroku took a deep breath and looked to his wife. She quietly held Juri and then set her down in her crib gently. She turned to her husband and nodded tediously. Sango then looked back to Yuta and her son. She let out a long sigh.
"Yuta...I don't know how this came to be, but there was only one person that could have taken your parents. Only one person with a miasma as strong as that one... it seems impossible but-"
"But no!" Yuta interrupted. She did not care if she was being churlish or how she appeared in front of her friends. All she wanted was to know who had taken her parents and why. "If he is dead then he is dead! I mean come on! Look at your hand! If he really has come back then wouldn't there be a wind tunnel!"
Miroku stiffened. He looked down to his hand pensively. Yuta could feel Hiroaki stiffen behind her and she could feel him as he lifted to inspect his own hand. Miroku took his time to answer her question and when he did, he did not meet her gaze.
"There was one incident in which he did relieve me from the curse only to reinstate it. I pray that this is not the case."
Sango put a hand on his shoulder. He looked into his wife's eyes. "Maybe it isn't Naraku. We know how impatient he can be, why would he wait over fifteen years to come back?"
Shippo nodded. "It can't be him. He is dead. We made sure of that."
"Maybe," a small voice spoke causing all to look her way. Rin spoke slowly not making eye contact with anyone. Her usually cheery brown eyes stayed glued to the floors. "Maybe it was Kagura."
At that second she looked up to face Shippo and he looked as though the will from trying to keep him from wrapping his arms around her and holding her close was wearing thin. Yuta watched as everyone seemed even more saddened by the thought. Yuta suddenly remembered the conversation she had had with her father so long ago.
"One of Naraku's former detachments did him in," he had said. Yuta forgot her own worries for a second as they went to Rin. Kagura had killed Sesshomaru. A silence filled the room so heavily that Yuta thought she may go mad. This was killing her! Sure, it was sad that Rin had lost her father figure, but she needed to know what had happened to her own parents! Why were they taken anyway? What would they want from them? What possible motive could it be? Then it struck her hard.
"Watch yourself hanyou. Someone is planning something, something that involves you and that little royal family of yours."
Yuta's eyes opened in realization. That Demon! Her mouth dropped open and she took a step forward only to be pushed down to the floor a fraction of a second later. Yuta looked up at the body weight before her and glared.
"Damn it Jaro!" she cursed glaring at him. "What's the big id-" Her eyes fell upon the arrow that was jammed into the wood of the wall. Yuta slowly got up, her body shaking slightly as she stared in wonder at the weapon that had landed exactly where she had been a mere second before. Yuta's hand anxiously reached out to pluck it from the post, only to see that the head was lethally sharp. She looked to Jaro, unable to word the gratitude she was feeling. He smiled and nodded as if saying, "You're welcome".
Hiroaki eyed the look that Jaro was giving her and did not like it. Koshiro was one thing...but Jaro? He seemed almost perfect. He was older, good hair, big stony eyes, but his personality was that of a brick. He usually just humbly did his work, going on errands, nothing at all strange for someone of his stature. But... Hiroaki had never seen him act this way. He had never been more in touch with his emotions as he was now. He had smiled. Hiroaki had never seen a smile on the demon's face. He did not like it. The jealousy within his gut started to boil over as he forced himself to turn and watch Yuta.
Yuta studied the arrow carefully. Its scent was peculiar, almost mixed, but nothing traceable. Slowly Yuta studied the arrow over for peculiarities till she found one-A crease running along the side of the arrow. Yuta shifted the arrow into one hand and then slowly slid a long fingernail down it. It lifted. Yuta unraveled the arrow to see what it was. Parchment. She dropped the arrow and carefully unraveled the parchment. Her heart stopped.
"Yuta!" called a voice as it burst through the patrician. The group looked up as Koshiro burst into the room causing most of the adults to stare at the wolf in a bewildered state. Rumbling footsteps from the staircase revealed the daughter that had been spying on them all along. Euiko stood up and stared at the intruder.
"Koshiro?" she asked astounded. Everyone looked from the huffing wolf to the girl and then back again.
Hiroaki glared to him, taking a step closer to Yuta who didn't seem to notice his invasion. Behind Koshiro appeared two other demons. One tall with raven hair tied up into a ponytail, and an amber headed woman in white furs. Miroku and Sango looked to each other and then back again. "Wha-what are you two doing here?" asked Hiroaki completely stupefied by the events of the past hour.
The tall raven-haired man looked Hiroaki up and down carefully before eyeing Miroku. "Your heir?" he asked in a low deep voice.
Miroku nodded. Hiroaki looked back between them. "Who the hell are you people!" he cried out.
The raven-haired demon looked back to Miroku. "Funny monk, I thought they knew us. I, young slayer, am Kouga; prince of the wolf demon tribe and this is my wife Ayame. We are the parents of young Koshiro."
Hiroaki's eyes fell back on Koshiro and glared. "What are you doing here?" he seethed to the young wolf.
Koshiro glared back and folded his arms. "I was bored so I followed that sister of yours here. By the time we got here we had found out what happened so I went to get my parents."
"Momma's B-!" came a muffled insult from the staircase. Everyone looked around to see Euiko's hand clasped over Amane's mouth. Euiko just smiled at everyone as if saying "everything's fine!" Hiroaki didn't like the look on her face. He didn't like either of their faces. But he would not think of that now. His violet eyes fell back onto the girl he loved. Her eyes were wide and she was re-reading the parchment for the millionth time. Hiroaki steadily made his way to her and touched her shoulder ever so lightly. She did not move. Fear started coursing its way through his system. He gave her a small shake until her eyes finally left the note and looked up into his worried face.
"Y-Yuta?" he asked her slowly. "What is it?"
Her eyes were dark and her skin pale. Her body seemed to shake, from anger or fear no one could tell. Slowly she started to hand the note to her lover before passing out on the spot. The room gasped and everyone took a step forward. Hiroaki caught the unconscious girl from completely hitting the floor and laid her down gently.
"Yuta!" he called her name, hoping she would wake.
"Is she alright?" asked Rin who seemed to go pale as well with the sight. Hiroaki looked Yuta over and put a hand to her forehead. It was a bit clammy but she didn't have a fever. He looked around the room before inspecting the arrow. He tipped his sleeve to it and brought a small powder to his nose. "It's..." he mumbled softly. Hiroaki looked down to the crumpled parchment on the floor and delicately unraveled it. His eyes traveled across the scrawled letters and then back to his father.
"They've been kidnapped." He informed them.
"But why would they poison the message?" asked Kouga crossing his arms. He was starting to become unsure of the girl that his son had chosen.
Hiroaki did not look at anyone else but his father. He stared into the knowing violet eyes of the man who seemed to comprehend what was going on. "It's not that." Miroku said softly. "They wanted her weakened. We can get Inuyasha and Kagome back, but..."
Miroku stared down to the young girl in his son's arms. "They want Yuta"
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(A/N) hehe no i'm not stopping here )
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The adults had taken Yuta into Euiko and Arisa's bedroom. At first they were going to put her in Miroku and Sango but decided the girls' room would be more sanitary. Both Hiroaki and Koshiro had been barred from the room rather roughly, when their mothers told them that it was women only. Hiroaki now sat next to the door, his back against the wooden wall, with Koshiro across from him. Oddly enough, Hiroaki did not show any spite to the demon. He merely sat there and thought of the girl he loved and the turmoil she that she was faced with. He clenched his hands over his staff in rage. The woman he loved was hurting and he was not allowed to be with her?
'She shouldn't even be in this situation, yet here she was! The ransom in the kidnapping of her parents. No child should be put through this! Better yet, why had they taken her parents? Why not her? Wouldn't she have been and easier target?' so many questions ran through his mind that his head began to pound. Hiroaki sighed and leaned the back of his head against wall, occasionally pounding it harshly into it, not caring if this added to the pain or not.
Koshiro watched the exterminator with a raised eyebrow. Why was this mortal purposely harming himself? Had he gone mad? Or was it something different? Was it that he felt so strongly for the half demon that the fact that she was in pain put him in it? Koshiro looked away from the mortal boy and down to his feet in heavy thought. 'My parents sometimes do that' he told himself. 'They sometimes act as if the pain of one effects the other...I have seen in it in all the mates of my tribe but...'
Koshiro looked back to the distraught Hiroaki. 'Hiroaki and Yuta are not mates. They have not bonded like that yet. I know that I do not wish to see it but...' Koshiro shook his head at the thought of getting over Yuta just like that. He could not just give her up so easily! Even if she didn't want him, he would protect her and her comrades as if they were apart of his tribe.
Just then the door opened a bit and out walked the thin form of Euiko. She looked a bit worn from the day, but her dark eyes held strong. Hiroaki immediately leapt to his feet and over to his sister, gripping her shoulder a bit.
"Has she sent for me?" he asked her quickly. Euiko gave a weak smile and nodded.
"Yes, she has just woken up though. She's still a bit weak. She is unsure of what is going on so be careful. Mother only wants you in there for a small period of time."
Hiroaki nodded gratefully and pushed his sister aside as he hurried into the room. Koshiro barely saw the image of Hiroaki firmly holding the girl tightly within his arms, before the door slid shut. Koshiro's stomach dropped a bit but he was surprised to not feel the jealousy he had known before. He averted his gaze up to the brunette next to him, who smiled softly in response before sitting down next to him.
"Will she be alright?" He asked softly.
Euiko nodded. "I...I'm not sure what happened...what the poison had done...she just...blanked out...her mind just seemed to...to shut down."
Koshiro nodded a bit and stared at the screen door. 'No matter what happens, Yuta will always be my first love and I will never let harm come to her or her friends.' The image of Hiroaki's fist meeting his cheek flashed before his eyes. 'Well...maybe I could let some harm come to him'
88888888888888888888888888Hiroaki held Yuta tightly to him and buried his head into her neck, afraid to let her go. Her small form clung to him and pulled at the material of his kimono. She needed him.
Yuta was confused by how she had woken up. She was on a bed and Sango and Euiko were by her side with herbs and remedies. She had no recollection of what had happened except that she felt weak. Strangely weak. But when Hiroaki had re-entered the room it all seemed to come back to her. Her parents were gone. They had been kidnapped and the criminal wanted her. Her. It was more then she could take. She gripped onto Hiroaki, afraid that he would be the next one taken from her. She buried her head in his chest.
"Oh, Hiroaki!" she said as she let the tears fall from her eyes.
Hiroaki rubbed her back soothingly, not showing the slightest inkling of letting go. He held on to her as if his life depended on it. His arms gripped her through the white gown she had been changed into and he buried his face into her hair. He breathed in her scent that was tainted with the saltiness of tears. He felt like he would die as her sobbing reached his ears. He couldn't bear it. He would fix things, he wouldn't let that miscreant have her to do whatever he planned. But...here and now, with the girl he loved withering and sobbing in his arms, he felt weaker then he ever had in his life. He wanted to do everything for her, to help her, save her, love her, but he could not succumb to leaving her to do so. Hiroaki had never felt more pathetic and that was when he truly realized the extent of how much he loved her. She was his everything. If she was heartbroken, so was he. He would do anything for her, anything.
Gently, he reached up and combed a lock of hair behind her ear. He leaned down and whispered against her wet cheek, "Yuta...I would die for you...We're getting your parents back."
And all the young demoness could do was look up at him. Tears streaming her red face, her eyes puffy from crying, her hair slightly ruffled and the smallest gleam of hope that shimmered within her golden eyes. She was beautiful.
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(walks out guiltily and holds hands up high) throw anything you want at me! I'll take it! I'm sorry for the humongously long wait but I had one of the worst writer's blocks EVER. not to mention I REALLY wanted to have this one scene in here but that'll just be in the next one. But really thank my Bf at the time I finished this lol. He came up to me before we broke up and was like "How's BV going?" so yea then I was like..I should work on it so I got my ass up and wrote the last couple paragraphs. lol sorry that Yuta sorta came out weak in here...I still love her and who could blame her? well schools out now so i'll try and work on the story even though I have summer school (CURSE U GEOMETRY!) and I've been rping SO much lately (ITS ADDICTING! If you want to join just write to me and i'll send u the sites lol). ok byes ppls Loves ya!HPangel
PS I HAVE ALREADY STARTED ON THE NEW CHAPPIE AND I WILL BE OUT OF SCHOOL SOON. AS SOON AS I FLIP THRU MY NOTES THE NEXT CHAPPY WILL BE SET!