Lost
By Usako Hashiba
Note
Thank you to the reviewers! (author puts hands together and bows)They inspire me to keep writing this. I am working at trying to lengthen the chapters out with each new chapter.
Oh, translation of the new attacks or other phrases will be at the end of each chapter.
Disclaimer
Inu-yasha and its characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi. I only own the characters that I created in this story.
Chapter Two - Arrival
The silence of the forest was broken by the sound of a rather powerful slap to the certain monk's face.
Kagome looked at the flying Miroku with only mild interest. Her dark eyes flickered sideways to Sango's red face and angry eyes for a moment before they rolled toward the firmament.
"He'll never learn," Kagome muttered causing Shippou to giggle.
Miroku simply picked himself up and continued on as if nothing happened. It was normal day so far.
Kagome paused, noticing a member of their small army had stopped walking. She looked back at the hanyou who had frozen in the middle of the path. His ears were perked up as if he was trying to hear something a distance away. He was also sniffing the air.
"Inu-yasha?" Kagome asked, looking at him in concern. The other members of the group paused, looking back.
"I smell blood," Inu-yasha answered. Kagome had the feeling he was hiding something. There was more to the scents in the air then he was letting on.
"It's youkai and hanyou blood, mostly hanyou. The youkai smells like . . . Sesshoumaru!" the last word was snarled and Inu-yasha charged off.
"Inu-yasha! Wait!" Kagome yelled as the group made chase after the speeding hanyou.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Shori swore softly as she struggled to get back to her feet. She was bleeding and bruised in several places. Her right arm was rapidly loosing strength from extended period of time she was trying wield her sword and she almost couldn't feel the left anymore. What she could feel was a pain burning like fire.
'His claws held poison,' Shori realized. That would explain why every cut he made burned so bad and the blood wasn't clotting like it should. Shori felt the glimmer of an idea and sheathed her sword. Shori fringed greater weaknesses than what she was actually feeling.
Smirking at his apparent victory, her 'brother' charged her. at the last moment she dodged around his claws, and raised her own, a glow appearing around the nails.
"Tsume Kiritateru!" she yelled, bringing them down. Shori allowed herself a smile as she heard a hiss of pain as her claws dug in for a deep wound to his torso. The light around her nails disbursed on contact and left wounds nearly as deep around the ones her claws made.
Sesshoumaru's expression turned barely contained rage as he felt the bite of his sister's attack. He glared heatedly at her, "You little bitch!"
Speed increased by anger, he slammed into her, throwing the smaller girl a good ten feet, one of his hands digging into her soft underbelly. He smiled sadistically at her pained howl and barely moving body on the ground.
"Time to end this," he stated and raised his hand for the killing blow.
He never got a chance before a sharp pain hit his open right side. Sesshoumaru stumbled backward and glared in the direction of the attack.
"Inu-yasha!" he snarled. This was just not his day. He was in no shape to be fighting an unhurt, fully rested Inu-yasha. Swallowing his pride, the youkai retreated. There would be time for killing those two brats later.
Inu-yasha didn't bother to chase his brother but looked over at unconscious hanyou. Bright red clothing, identical to his, was stained maroon where she was bleeding no doubt and there were several rips to the clothing. Her familiar face was pinched with pain and the breathing was growing shallow.
Inu-yasha didn't look up at his friends as he check over the girl. She was hurt pretty badly. Sesshoumaru had been serious.
"Inu-yasha, who is this youkai?" Sango asked, confused. Inu-yasha was behaving rather uncharacteristic.
"Hanyou. She's only a half-demon," Inu-yasha corrected, a slight smile.
"She? You know her?"
Inu-yasha nodded, having worked the girl onto his back to carry. "She's my sister."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Inu-yasha refused to speak on the matter any further until Miroku had conned them into an inn and the girl's injuries were taken care of.
It was Kagome who dared to break the silence, "You have a sister?"
"Yeah. Her name is Shori. We were born at the same time, twins," Inu- yasha explained. "After mother died and until I met Kikyou, Shori was all I had."
"How come you've never mentioned her before?" Shippou asked.
"We haven't seen each other in a very long time. We parted company a few weeks before I was pinned to the tree and not on speaking terms," Inu- yasha said.
"Why?" Shippou pressed.
"None of your business," Inu-yasha growled, sounding more like himself. Which was a relief, he was beginning to worry them.
A soft moan captured the room's attention. The girl was stirring.
Shori shifted as she came to, moaning as pain shot through her limbs, informing her that moving was a bad idea right now.
"You should lie still, you were hurt pretty bad," a male voice chided. It was completely unfamiliar.
Shori slowly turned her head toward the voice, wincing slightly. A group of five was in the room with her, two females, three males. One of the female, the closest, was human with blue-black hair to mid-back and dark eyes. She was dressed in a strange green and white outfit. 'There was something familiar yet unfamiliar about her,' Shori thought to herself. 'Like I've met someone ~like~ her but not the same person.'
Just behind the strange girl and between the other female was a monk with black hair tied in a short ponytail and purple eyes. The woman behind him was black-haired with hair in a high ponytail with bluish purple eyes.
Of the last two, one was perched on the others' shoulder. This one was tiny with fox ears and a tail - youko. He was brown-haired and blue- eyed. 'Kawaii,' was Shori's irrelevant thought.
The last, which had the little youko on his shoulder, looked remarkably like her, only male. Shori's face drained of color, he had to be her twin. There was no doubt. Those were the eyes, only slightly darkened by pain. It was the same face of the boy in her memory.
"I-Inu-yasha," she managed to choke out.
"Yeah, Shori, it's me," the other hanyou replied, sounding a little gruff. His voice triggered another memory.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Shori clenched her fists. She loved her brother dearly but there were times when she would love to KILL him. Like right now.
"You are past all patience and reason. A complete and utter JERK!" Shori growled at him, glaring. A glare which he readily returned.
"Takes one to know to one, bitch," he sneered.
That did it. Shori lashed out and Inu-yasha was rubbing a sizeable lump on his head.
"What the hell was that for?!" he yelled.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Shori blinked as the memory fade away to the real world. Something about the memory of the argument sounded repetitive. Like it was something they did a lot, argue in loud, angry voices. A little voice in her mind stubbornly asserted that all of them were HIS fault.
"Are you all right?" the blue-black haired girl asked.
"I've felt better," Shori answered honestly. "What's your name?"
"Higurashi Kagome," the girl said, inclining her head.
"I'm Sango. The monk, and I use that term loosely, is Miroku. The youko is Shippou," the second woman added.
"Nice to meet you all," Shori responded before fixing her gold eyes on Kagome. "Kagome-san, I hope you don't consider me rude but you seem for familiar yet not at the same time. Have I met you before?"
"Not exactly," Inu-yasha answered. "Now, this is going to sound very strange but Kagome is the reincarnation of Kikyou through Kikyou has been reconstructed."
"Kikyou?" the female hanyou questioned. The name was familiar and she felt repelled by it for some reason.
"You don't remember her? We had a huge fight about her!" Inu-yasha cried in disbelief.
"My memory is mostly gone or rather blocked, Inu-yasha. I get flashes of things that have happened to me, triggered by familiar sights, voices, etc but everything is real fuzzy. I woke up a month ago knowing only my name, that I'm a hanyou, and that I had a twin brother," Shori explained quietly.
"Woke up? What do you mean woke up?" Miroku asked.
"According to the priest who had been watching me, I had been asleep for fifty years," Shori answered.
"How?" Inu-yasha demanded. 'That's as long as I was pinned to the tree by that arrow.'
"I have no idea. I can't remember," Shori answered, feeling a sense of pain and confusion as she tried to recall the events. That set of memories, it seemed, was something she didn't seem to ~want~ to remember.
Inu-yasha seemed ready to argue that point but Kagome glared at him and told him to sit. Shori, after getting over her shock, laughed until tears came to her eyes.
Inu-yasha shot her a glare of non-appreciation, "That's not funny!"
"Oh yes . . . it is, Inu!" Shori managed to gasp out. Miroku and the others couldn't resist a few chuckles. Inu-yasha glared at them all. If looks could kill, they would have been buried yesterday.
"To hell with all of you!" he snarled and stormed out.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Inu-yasha did not return until nightfall and was still glaring at his alleged comrades. Particularly his sister and Kagome.
While they ate dinner, Kagome explained to Shori what was going on and why this seemingly mismatched group of people were together.
"What did you want the Shikon no Tama for anyway Inu?" Shori asked her twin who had been grumbling under his breathe since his return.
He muttered something that sounded a lot like 'None of your business.'
Shori huffed, "It seems you plan on being difficult, am I right?"
"What you think?" he answered. Shori huffed again, vague memories telling her that he got into one of his ~moods~, he was incredibly patience thinning and difficult person to be around.
"Don't mind him, Shori-san," Kagome said. "Inu-yasha gets like that at times."
"Particularly when he has been embarrassed," Miroku added.
Inu-yasha glared at them, rising to his feet, "You want to die today, don't you?"
Kagome glared back, "Don't make me say it again, Inu-yasha. In front of all these people . . ."
Inu-yasha glanced at her, considered pushing his luck, and opted for leaving.
"Bitch," he growled on the way to his room.
Notes
Tsume Kiritateru - literally 'claw to slash'.
Kawaii - cute.
Coming soon: Chapter Three - Return to the Quest
By Usako Hashiba
Note
Thank you to the reviewers! (author puts hands together and bows)They inspire me to keep writing this. I am working at trying to lengthen the chapters out with each new chapter.
Oh, translation of the new attacks or other phrases will be at the end of each chapter.
Disclaimer
Inu-yasha and its characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi. I only own the characters that I created in this story.
Chapter Two - Arrival
The silence of the forest was broken by the sound of a rather powerful slap to the certain monk's face.
Kagome looked at the flying Miroku with only mild interest. Her dark eyes flickered sideways to Sango's red face and angry eyes for a moment before they rolled toward the firmament.
"He'll never learn," Kagome muttered causing Shippou to giggle.
Miroku simply picked himself up and continued on as if nothing happened. It was normal day so far.
Kagome paused, noticing a member of their small army had stopped walking. She looked back at the hanyou who had frozen in the middle of the path. His ears were perked up as if he was trying to hear something a distance away. He was also sniffing the air.
"Inu-yasha?" Kagome asked, looking at him in concern. The other members of the group paused, looking back.
"I smell blood," Inu-yasha answered. Kagome had the feeling he was hiding something. There was more to the scents in the air then he was letting on.
"It's youkai and hanyou blood, mostly hanyou. The youkai smells like . . . Sesshoumaru!" the last word was snarled and Inu-yasha charged off.
"Inu-yasha! Wait!" Kagome yelled as the group made chase after the speeding hanyou.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Shori swore softly as she struggled to get back to her feet. She was bleeding and bruised in several places. Her right arm was rapidly loosing strength from extended period of time she was trying wield her sword and she almost couldn't feel the left anymore. What she could feel was a pain burning like fire.
'His claws held poison,' Shori realized. That would explain why every cut he made burned so bad and the blood wasn't clotting like it should. Shori felt the glimmer of an idea and sheathed her sword. Shori fringed greater weaknesses than what she was actually feeling.
Smirking at his apparent victory, her 'brother' charged her. at the last moment she dodged around his claws, and raised her own, a glow appearing around the nails.
"Tsume Kiritateru!" she yelled, bringing them down. Shori allowed herself a smile as she heard a hiss of pain as her claws dug in for a deep wound to his torso. The light around her nails disbursed on contact and left wounds nearly as deep around the ones her claws made.
Sesshoumaru's expression turned barely contained rage as he felt the bite of his sister's attack. He glared heatedly at her, "You little bitch!"
Speed increased by anger, he slammed into her, throwing the smaller girl a good ten feet, one of his hands digging into her soft underbelly. He smiled sadistically at her pained howl and barely moving body on the ground.
"Time to end this," he stated and raised his hand for the killing blow.
He never got a chance before a sharp pain hit his open right side. Sesshoumaru stumbled backward and glared in the direction of the attack.
"Inu-yasha!" he snarled. This was just not his day. He was in no shape to be fighting an unhurt, fully rested Inu-yasha. Swallowing his pride, the youkai retreated. There would be time for killing those two brats later.
Inu-yasha didn't bother to chase his brother but looked over at unconscious hanyou. Bright red clothing, identical to his, was stained maroon where she was bleeding no doubt and there were several rips to the clothing. Her familiar face was pinched with pain and the breathing was growing shallow.
Inu-yasha didn't look up at his friends as he check over the girl. She was hurt pretty badly. Sesshoumaru had been serious.
"Inu-yasha, who is this youkai?" Sango asked, confused. Inu-yasha was behaving rather uncharacteristic.
"Hanyou. She's only a half-demon," Inu-yasha corrected, a slight smile.
"She? You know her?"
Inu-yasha nodded, having worked the girl onto his back to carry. "She's my sister."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Inu-yasha refused to speak on the matter any further until Miroku had conned them into an inn and the girl's injuries were taken care of.
It was Kagome who dared to break the silence, "You have a sister?"
"Yeah. Her name is Shori. We were born at the same time, twins," Inu- yasha explained. "After mother died and until I met Kikyou, Shori was all I had."
"How come you've never mentioned her before?" Shippou asked.
"We haven't seen each other in a very long time. We parted company a few weeks before I was pinned to the tree and not on speaking terms," Inu- yasha said.
"Why?" Shippou pressed.
"None of your business," Inu-yasha growled, sounding more like himself. Which was a relief, he was beginning to worry them.
A soft moan captured the room's attention. The girl was stirring.
Shori shifted as she came to, moaning as pain shot through her limbs, informing her that moving was a bad idea right now.
"You should lie still, you were hurt pretty bad," a male voice chided. It was completely unfamiliar.
Shori slowly turned her head toward the voice, wincing slightly. A group of five was in the room with her, two females, three males. One of the female, the closest, was human with blue-black hair to mid-back and dark eyes. She was dressed in a strange green and white outfit. 'There was something familiar yet unfamiliar about her,' Shori thought to herself. 'Like I've met someone ~like~ her but not the same person.'
Just behind the strange girl and between the other female was a monk with black hair tied in a short ponytail and purple eyes. The woman behind him was black-haired with hair in a high ponytail with bluish purple eyes.
Of the last two, one was perched on the others' shoulder. This one was tiny with fox ears and a tail - youko. He was brown-haired and blue- eyed. 'Kawaii,' was Shori's irrelevant thought.
The last, which had the little youko on his shoulder, looked remarkably like her, only male. Shori's face drained of color, he had to be her twin. There was no doubt. Those were the eyes, only slightly darkened by pain. It was the same face of the boy in her memory.
"I-Inu-yasha," she managed to choke out.
"Yeah, Shori, it's me," the other hanyou replied, sounding a little gruff. His voice triggered another memory.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Shori clenched her fists. She loved her brother dearly but there were times when she would love to KILL him. Like right now.
"You are past all patience and reason. A complete and utter JERK!" Shori growled at him, glaring. A glare which he readily returned.
"Takes one to know to one, bitch," he sneered.
That did it. Shori lashed out and Inu-yasha was rubbing a sizeable lump on his head.
"What the hell was that for?!" he yelled.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Shori blinked as the memory fade away to the real world. Something about the memory of the argument sounded repetitive. Like it was something they did a lot, argue in loud, angry voices. A little voice in her mind stubbornly asserted that all of them were HIS fault.
"Are you all right?" the blue-black haired girl asked.
"I've felt better," Shori answered honestly. "What's your name?"
"Higurashi Kagome," the girl said, inclining her head.
"I'm Sango. The monk, and I use that term loosely, is Miroku. The youko is Shippou," the second woman added.
"Nice to meet you all," Shori responded before fixing her gold eyes on Kagome. "Kagome-san, I hope you don't consider me rude but you seem for familiar yet not at the same time. Have I met you before?"
"Not exactly," Inu-yasha answered. "Now, this is going to sound very strange but Kagome is the reincarnation of Kikyou through Kikyou has been reconstructed."
"Kikyou?" the female hanyou questioned. The name was familiar and she felt repelled by it for some reason.
"You don't remember her? We had a huge fight about her!" Inu-yasha cried in disbelief.
"My memory is mostly gone or rather blocked, Inu-yasha. I get flashes of things that have happened to me, triggered by familiar sights, voices, etc but everything is real fuzzy. I woke up a month ago knowing only my name, that I'm a hanyou, and that I had a twin brother," Shori explained quietly.
"Woke up? What do you mean woke up?" Miroku asked.
"According to the priest who had been watching me, I had been asleep for fifty years," Shori answered.
"How?" Inu-yasha demanded. 'That's as long as I was pinned to the tree by that arrow.'
"I have no idea. I can't remember," Shori answered, feeling a sense of pain and confusion as she tried to recall the events. That set of memories, it seemed, was something she didn't seem to ~want~ to remember.
Inu-yasha seemed ready to argue that point but Kagome glared at him and told him to sit. Shori, after getting over her shock, laughed until tears came to her eyes.
Inu-yasha shot her a glare of non-appreciation, "That's not funny!"
"Oh yes . . . it is, Inu!" Shori managed to gasp out. Miroku and the others couldn't resist a few chuckles. Inu-yasha glared at them all. If looks could kill, they would have been buried yesterday.
"To hell with all of you!" he snarled and stormed out.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Inu-yasha did not return until nightfall and was still glaring at his alleged comrades. Particularly his sister and Kagome.
While they ate dinner, Kagome explained to Shori what was going on and why this seemingly mismatched group of people were together.
"What did you want the Shikon no Tama for anyway Inu?" Shori asked her twin who had been grumbling under his breathe since his return.
He muttered something that sounded a lot like 'None of your business.'
Shori huffed, "It seems you plan on being difficult, am I right?"
"What you think?" he answered. Shori huffed again, vague memories telling her that he got into one of his ~moods~, he was incredibly patience thinning and difficult person to be around.
"Don't mind him, Shori-san," Kagome said. "Inu-yasha gets like that at times."
"Particularly when he has been embarrassed," Miroku added.
Inu-yasha glared at them, rising to his feet, "You want to die today, don't you?"
Kagome glared back, "Don't make me say it again, Inu-yasha. In front of all these people . . ."
Inu-yasha glanced at her, considered pushing his luck, and opted for leaving.
"Bitch," he growled on the way to his room.
Notes
Tsume Kiritateru - literally 'claw to slash'.
Kawaii - cute.
Coming soon: Chapter Three - Return to the Quest