Author's Note: This chapter is very important. Somewhat fluffy, but
important nonetheless. Please R/R !
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
"Kagome! Where are you going?"
"Home, Inu-Yasha. I'm going back home."
"No! Kagome! Get back here!"
"SIT!"
"Inu-Yasha maybe Kikyo was right. Maybe you were better off stuck to a tree,"
"Good bye, Inu-Yasha. You're back where I found you. Perhaps it was meant to be this way."
"Kagome…"
"Kagome!"
A crash had roused Inu-Yasha from his slumber. From his position on the tree, the hanyou sniffed the air and looked around. He saw nothing, but the sent of a demon -Hanyou or Youkai- was thick in the spring air.
:: Naraku? ::
Just then, a small cry tickled Inu-Yasha's sensitive ears. He noticed a blanket laying next to the well, and stranger still, the blanket appeared to be moving. This confused the hanyou to no end, until, after a few moments, the blanket was raised, exposing a small child.
The boy adjusted the blanket so that it lay on him like a hooded cloak. He proceeded to brush the dirt off of his knees and rub his eyes. He looked around, most likely taking in the scenery, and then turned to face Inu- Yasha. The small boy stared at the hanyou for a minute before asking:
"Hey, mister! Do you need help?"
Inu-Yasha stared at the boy, dumbfounded. This small child showed no fear towards him, strange, considering the fact that he had pointed ears and was basically nailed to a tree. The boy continued to stare, a quizzical expression plastered to his small face.
"So… do you need help, Mister?" the child asked again.
The boy's confidence annoyed Inu-Yasha.
"Boy, you stink of a demon. Where have you been?" he asked bitterly.
"Around," responded the boy nonchalantly.
This burned Inu-Yasha.
"Around… feh! What a foolish child! Do you know who I am? I could end your life with the slightest touch!"
"All I know is that… well… you're stuck to a tree. You need my help."
"Fine, child, help me. Just try."
The boy nodded and walked up to Inu-Yasha. He climbed up the half demon's shirt until he reached the arrow in his chest. The boy reached for the arrow and pulled it out, just as simple as that. He jumped off of Inu-Yasha and brushed his hands together.
Inu-Yasha was stunned. A tiny child had just freed him from Kagome's cursed arrow, without even trying. The child was much too powerful to be human.
:: Of course! Naraku… I knew it! A sly bastard, yes, but not too cunning for the great Inu-Yasha! ::
Inu-Yasha grinned.
"Well, I give you my thanks for freeing me, but I fear you have just made the biggest mistake of your life…. NARAKU!"
Inu-Yasha lunged at the small boy, his claws ready to slice him in two. As the dagger-like claws were about to end the boy's life, a voice rang through the clearing.
"SIT!"
The deadly hanyou fell helplessly to the ground.
"Damn you!" he screamed to the disembodied voice.
"Inu-Yasha… if you lay so much as a finger on that boy, I will make sure that the rest of your life is miserable," a familiar voice said calmly.
"K-Kagome?" stuttered Inu-Yasha, shocked.
"Yes, Inu-Yasha. I am Kagome."
"Kagome! Where are you? Where have you been?"
"Inu-Yasha, I've been dead for the past four years."
"DEAD?!? Kagome! Who killed you? I'll kill the bastard who.."
"Watch your language around the boy, Inu-Yasha. Do you remember what happened five years ago, the night that you transformed?"
"Kagome, I didn't mean to hurt you."
"But you did, Inu-Yasha, more severely than I imagined. Those wounds took months to even partially heal."
"But they healed, and that's all that matters! Now, who did this to you? And who's this kid?"
"That boy is my son, Inu-Yasha. His father left me forever when I became pregnant. His name is Aisoku, and he is four years old."
"So, the boy isn't Naraku. But Kagome! Who did it? WHO KILLED YOU?"
"You did, Inu-Yasha. You killed me."
"Wha-"
"That's right. You. When I gave birth to Aisoku, deep wounds opened up all over my body… the wounds that you inflicted. Despite the doctors' efforts, I bled to death in the hospital, holding my newborn son I my arms."
"K-Kagome… I…Kagome! I-I didn't mean to… I would never think of…" Inu-Yasha stuttered, completely heartbroken.
"Inu-Yasha, I know that you couldn't control yourself that night five years ago. But what's done is done. I am four years dead, and my poor son never met his mother. He grew up as an orphan, surviving on whatever he could find. Inu-Yasha, this boy is special. He fought before he walked, and shot arrows before he could speak. The fates arranged it so that the boy would find my bow and quiver. He has possessed them since he was small. As a final plea to you, I beg of you, Inu-Yasha, watch over my son. After all, a boy has every right in the world to be with his father."
Author's Note: Oooh…. Inu-Yasha…the father? The dog has really dug himself a hole this time! Uh… yeah. Please review. I need opinions!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
"Kagome! Where are you going?"
"Home, Inu-Yasha. I'm going back home."
"No! Kagome! Get back here!"
"SIT!"
"Inu-Yasha maybe Kikyo was right. Maybe you were better off stuck to a tree,"
"Good bye, Inu-Yasha. You're back where I found you. Perhaps it was meant to be this way."
"Kagome…"
"Kagome!"
A crash had roused Inu-Yasha from his slumber. From his position on the tree, the hanyou sniffed the air and looked around. He saw nothing, but the sent of a demon -Hanyou or Youkai- was thick in the spring air.
:: Naraku? ::
Just then, a small cry tickled Inu-Yasha's sensitive ears. He noticed a blanket laying next to the well, and stranger still, the blanket appeared to be moving. This confused the hanyou to no end, until, after a few moments, the blanket was raised, exposing a small child.
The boy adjusted the blanket so that it lay on him like a hooded cloak. He proceeded to brush the dirt off of his knees and rub his eyes. He looked around, most likely taking in the scenery, and then turned to face Inu- Yasha. The small boy stared at the hanyou for a minute before asking:
"Hey, mister! Do you need help?"
Inu-Yasha stared at the boy, dumbfounded. This small child showed no fear towards him, strange, considering the fact that he had pointed ears and was basically nailed to a tree. The boy continued to stare, a quizzical expression plastered to his small face.
"So… do you need help, Mister?" the child asked again.
The boy's confidence annoyed Inu-Yasha.
"Boy, you stink of a demon. Where have you been?" he asked bitterly.
"Around," responded the boy nonchalantly.
This burned Inu-Yasha.
"Around… feh! What a foolish child! Do you know who I am? I could end your life with the slightest touch!"
"All I know is that… well… you're stuck to a tree. You need my help."
"Fine, child, help me. Just try."
The boy nodded and walked up to Inu-Yasha. He climbed up the half demon's shirt until he reached the arrow in his chest. The boy reached for the arrow and pulled it out, just as simple as that. He jumped off of Inu-Yasha and brushed his hands together.
Inu-Yasha was stunned. A tiny child had just freed him from Kagome's cursed arrow, without even trying. The child was much too powerful to be human.
:: Of course! Naraku… I knew it! A sly bastard, yes, but not too cunning for the great Inu-Yasha! ::
Inu-Yasha grinned.
"Well, I give you my thanks for freeing me, but I fear you have just made the biggest mistake of your life…. NARAKU!"
Inu-Yasha lunged at the small boy, his claws ready to slice him in two. As the dagger-like claws were about to end the boy's life, a voice rang through the clearing.
"SIT!"
The deadly hanyou fell helplessly to the ground.
"Damn you!" he screamed to the disembodied voice.
"Inu-Yasha… if you lay so much as a finger on that boy, I will make sure that the rest of your life is miserable," a familiar voice said calmly.
"K-Kagome?" stuttered Inu-Yasha, shocked.
"Yes, Inu-Yasha. I am Kagome."
"Kagome! Where are you? Where have you been?"
"Inu-Yasha, I've been dead for the past four years."
"DEAD?!? Kagome! Who killed you? I'll kill the bastard who.."
"Watch your language around the boy, Inu-Yasha. Do you remember what happened five years ago, the night that you transformed?"
"Kagome, I didn't mean to hurt you."
"But you did, Inu-Yasha, more severely than I imagined. Those wounds took months to even partially heal."
"But they healed, and that's all that matters! Now, who did this to you? And who's this kid?"
"That boy is my son, Inu-Yasha. His father left me forever when I became pregnant. His name is Aisoku, and he is four years old."
"So, the boy isn't Naraku. But Kagome! Who did it? WHO KILLED YOU?"
"You did, Inu-Yasha. You killed me."
"Wha-"
"That's right. You. When I gave birth to Aisoku, deep wounds opened up all over my body… the wounds that you inflicted. Despite the doctors' efforts, I bled to death in the hospital, holding my newborn son I my arms."
"K-Kagome… I…Kagome! I-I didn't mean to… I would never think of…" Inu-Yasha stuttered, completely heartbroken.
"Inu-Yasha, I know that you couldn't control yourself that night five years ago. But what's done is done. I am four years dead, and my poor son never met his mother. He grew up as an orphan, surviving on whatever he could find. Inu-Yasha, this boy is special. He fought before he walked, and shot arrows before he could speak. The fates arranged it so that the boy would find my bow and quiver. He has possessed them since he was small. As a final plea to you, I beg of you, Inu-Yasha, watch over my son. After all, a boy has every right in the world to be with his father."
Author's Note: Oooh…. Inu-Yasha…the father? The dog has really dug himself a hole this time! Uh… yeah. Please review. I need opinions!