You're Kinda, Sorta, Basically, Pretty Much, Always On My Mind.

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I Do Not Own Inuyasha

"Talking"


28. Battle of the Oni Drawings

We followed the dark mass of youkai to a small hut. The hut was made of dark wood and beside it, a large tree grew strong. The tree was bare, but that might have been because of the large amount of youki surrounding it. The wind howled and pulled at my hair as it rushed past. I had tied my hair into a pony-tail so it didn't get in my face but the tugging from the wind was still annoying, especially since my hair was so long and heavy.

Although I didn't show it, I was freaking out inside for Shippo. Instead of using the real princess, at the last minute Shippo had insisted on helping so we let him transform into the pale beauty and take her place. This was overall safer for the princess...but completely life threatening to the little kitsune.

But before I could continue on worrying, I felt a evil force grow stronger behind the barrier of youki. Dark thick smoke shot from it at an alarming speed into the sky, but then transformed into a group of oni and youkai, similar to the ones carrying the carriage before but still different...They looked like..

"Drawings..!?" Miroku gasped, staring up at them.

"That guy has a spell controlling those oni he's drawn..." Inuyasha said roughly. "However, these oni aren't a bluff."

"Heheh, devour them for me!" The painter's voice hissed from somewhere behind the barrier.

Inuyasha and I shot forward, him taking out Tetsusaiga, and I taking out the long double katanas. They pulsed in my hands as if they held a heart beat and I smiled inwardly to myself. It felt nice to have these back. I'd only used them once before and as a human, but as a hanyou...I felt more in control...

"Miroku if you're scared you can go back." Inuyasha called.

Miroku scoffed. "Not a chance! This is my job!"

We crashed into the group of oni and the fight started. Inuyasha slashed through them roughly, and I couldn't see what Miroku was doing, but as for me...well I as I was more inexperienced I was a bit more messy and clumsy. But as we fought and as their dark blood stained my clothes, I started to feel dizzy...I remembered Shippo and how he saved me from passing out...

I suddenly felt sick to my stomach and dizzy as hell. In a second I was on my knees holding my head and covering my nose. I was close to passing out I could tell the smell too strong for my acute senses...I glanced toward Inuyasha he was in the same situation...I didn't know why I had hoped for anything different, but I had.

I looked around my searching for Miroku but as I did an oni on a wicked horse ran toward me, it's sword unsheathed. I yelped and closed my eyes waiting for the pain but it never arrived. I cracked them open a bit. Miroku was standing in front of me fighting of the oni on his own with his staff. But it was to hard of a job for just one person...

"Kaori get over to Inuyasha and stay behind me!" He demanded. I did as I was told and weakly but quickly ran to the hanyou's side. Miroku followed. "I'm going to use the Kazaana!"

Suddenly a harsh sucking wind came from no where, just as Miroku had pulled the dark beads around his arm off. My hair whipped around my face and I clutched the grass below. The oni all around us were pulled into the monk's right hand like it was a vacuum cleaner.

"Amazing..." I breathed watching. I felt Inuyasha tense at my side and glanced toward him. He was staring as well in shock but he still seemed slightly aggravated...like he didn't want to be saved by such a guy.

I heard Miroku groan and whipped around to look at him again. As I did he threw the beads over his arm again and collapsed to the ground. "This is the first time I've sucked up so much evil at once.." He panted. "It's somewhat tiring.."

The hut groaned, and our attention was drawn back to it. Now what was going to happen? A three headed snake burst from the roof with the artist on the middle and longest of them. The coward was running.

I felt a heat inside myself grow and suddenly I was on my feet racing toward the oni drawing. I heard the guys behind me call my name but I didn't pause. The jewel shard...where was it? I had to get it... I scanned the creature quickly then locked my vision on a small bottle of ink which glowed. There...

I leaped up and latched myself onto the snake's large body. I inched myself up refusing to lose. I had to do this...This was my chance...The painter noticed me. He tossed a few sheets of drawn on parchment at me which grew into the oni drawings. I panicked. I couldn't cut them, kill them..if I did the blood would knock me out. Ugh maybe if I had a club or something...

My katanas pulsed in my hands and as they had once before transformed into the weapon I wish I had. They had merged and became one heavy onyx black club. I smirked. Well that's convenient. I started whacking and pounding the oni with it, pushing my way through the crowd. It was just like playing whack-a-mole at the carnival.

I reached the artist, all the oni behind unconscious and knocked to the ground many feet below. The man yelped. I smiled and let the club fall back into their original form. "Awe all out of your little drawings?" I cooed sarcastically. He gulped. "Just hand over the shikon shard..."

"Heh you idiot!" He crackled. "You've just stepped into another of my drawings!"

One of the snake's heads closes to me twisted around, it's mouth growing with fire. Before I could think the fire was upon me.I screamed as it burnt my skin but I didn't let go. At my scream pieced the air something inside me pulsed, maybe it was my heart beating it's last, but suddenly a single ring of bright blue flashed from me, just like when I sang. Except this was much stronger and faster and it pushed the fire from me, and destroyed it in the same moment.

I growled and wiped the tear that had been trickling down my face. "You bastard..."

"Why...Why won't you die!?" The painter stuttered nervously. He was all out of tricks now.

"I don't plan on dying because of you." I hissed. My hands still holding the katanas twitched as I fought with my anger and desire to kill this man.

He noticed for he started crying. "Please! D-don't kill me! Anything but my life!" He held out the glowing bottle. "T-take this! Without it I can not longer control the oni and am nothing but a lowly human."

The corner of my mouth twitched and suddenly my anger was extinguished. There was no way I'd kill this man.. I put my katanas back in their sheath and muttered curses to myself. How irritating.

But as I did this the artist laughed and at that moment I was rushing towards the ground the tow shorter snake heads rushing toward me..Their fangs ripped through my skin. I wanted to scream again but my voice wouldn't come. Then suddenly I was falling once more and the fangs were no longer there. Warm arms grabbed onto me and set me on the hard ground.

"Damnit Kaori!" I heard Inuyasha growl. "Wait up you bastard!" I heard retreating footsteps and opened my eyes which had closed on their own due to the pain. I saw Inuyasha sprinting toward the artist, his claws flexed. I looked past the hanyou and to the man. He clutched the bottle close to his chest but something was happening...Ink was gushing out from the top on it's own accord...

"Wait!" I shouted. "Let go of the bottle!!" But as the words left my lips the ink burst from it's container and the spit slashed through the man's arm like a blade. He dropped the bottle and fell into the puddle of ink. It travelled over his body, quickly dissolving or eating every part of him. He was gone before Inuyasha could reach him.

I stood up despite the pain and rushed towards him. Miroku followed.

"Devoured by ink.." Miroku muttered to himself. Was it just me or did he talk to himself a lot?

"Why though?" I asked.

"It's the blood." Inuyasha explained, not looking at me. "The ink was made from people's blood..It came out to absorb the artist's."

A small piece of parchment fell to the ground and I caught it in my hands. It was a drawing of the princess.

"What a fool." Said Miroku looking at it from over my shoulder. "It mustn't be possible to draw beautiful things with such tainted ink."

I sighed and let the drawing go, and reached into the pool of ink to take the shard from it. "Who do you think should have this?" I looked up to the monk but he stared at me like I was of another planet. "What?"


End Of Chapter 28

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