Sennensou no Mi

by velvet-sometimes

The rarest of healing flowers blooms in a deadly valley, for a thousand years. Kagome must seek it out, to fulfill her responsibilities in the future - but the journey will bring her closer to the past than she ever thought possible. An old friend is waiting; and maybe love in all its forms blooms as long as the flower she seeks.

34. Spring Charm

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

Spring Charm

The forest was so peaceful, delighting in it's spring bloom, that Kagome had almost believed that Kouga and his pack were worrying for not. That his warnings of the dangers she faced were just baseless fears. That her being who she was somehow changed the rules, because she was never just some ordinary Miko.

But then, things never worked out quite how she wanted them to. And she very much wasn't expecting drove of what appeared to be boars -though she knew much better than that-, to come charging out of the treeline at them, sending the small party scattering as the great beasts, standing taller on their haunches than even the tallest of her wolven companions, came trampling through their camp. Sharp hooves ripping through their sleeping bags as if nothing more than the soil beneath them, and great tusks swinging in wide archs through the air and crashing into the trees around them, booming loud as thunder in the twilight.

She made a run for it into the trees, unsure if she followed the path of one of the wolves or something else, but knowing she needed to escape as the boars came pouring out of seemingly nowhere; their numbers easily overtaking that what Kouga, Hakkaku, and Ginta could handle.

She faintly heard someone calling her name, but it was drowned out by the deafening sound of pounding hooves, gaining on her steps, and a louder cry that started out as a whisper, and grew into a chant, before ringing through the forest like a battle-cry. "Kill the Miko! Trample her beneath your hooves!"

And with that she was flying though the air, leaping from the top of a jutting outcrop of rock toward the dark waters below. And as she sailed, she heard the sound of hooves trying to regain their footing amongst the rocks, a loud squeal, and the white-hot sensation of something slashing across her lower back, before everything went dark. And she was suddenly submersed in cold water.

Note: Note: 72 hours after surgery and I still can barely open my mouth to even speak, and the pain can still be overwhelming at times. There is no way I'm going to be able to follow through on my weekend plans, which kills me, as this is the last possible weekend for me to go. But I just can't. The dentist prescribed me some medication for it, but even with it; I'm only sleeping in 2 hour intervals and I can't really even eat.