Hi there everybody. No, hell hasn't frozen over; I am actually going to
update my fanfic. Again, I could explain why I haven't updated in over a
year, but why make excuses. I will say one thing though...
For those of you that have been supportive of my fic, thank you very much. For those of you who have been bitching to me through e-mail that I haven't updated in a long time, TAKE A PILL! Believe it or not, my University education is a little bit more important to me than updating a fanfic. But at least the people that are bitching like my fic or they wouldn't complain.. So thank you guys too. Just don't be so rude! I get around to updates eventually. I will stop promising next day chapters though. In any case: on with the fic!
(Inuyasha does not belong to poor university students like me. Please don't sue)
Truths and Training Part One
By: Sango-chan
Kagome's foot hurt. In her anger she had kicked the roots of the God tree and was now paying for trying to pick a fight with a tree older than her entire family. Another fight she couldn't win. She sighed heavily and sat down, taking off her shoes and socks to survey the damage. A few little blisters were starting to show. Penny-loafers were no good to kick with; she was going to have to get some hiking boots soon.
Kagome placed her burning feet on the cold, musty soil around the tree. She took a deep breath. It smelled like Inuyasha; like the earth and the air mingled together, like all things wild and natural. Sometimes when she returned to her own time, she would sit and study under the great, powerful bows of the tree just so she could smell him.
Tears stung her eyes. Why did he have to be such a jerk? Kagome cursed at herself for crying. It was never too far away from anger. She rubbed her face with a blood stained sleeve before the tears could fall.
Inuyasha rose to his feet. After digesting a few bags of "chips?" he decided he was ready to face the music and talk to Kagome. She had a lot of explaining to do. He found his bloody coat on the floor in the corner and threw it loosely around his shoulders. It hurt to raise his arms through the sleeves. Despite the fact that on the surface he looked fine, Inuyasha could still feel the wound from the inside. It would take a few days to heal completely.
He decided that instead of sneaking through the room with Sango, Miroku and Shippou, he would simply make an exit for himself. No sense trying to talk to them. Shippou had looked at him like he was an alien before. He needed to know why. Grabbing at the sides of the hole behind where they had slept, Inuyasha ripped the wall open. He tossed the pieces of wood aside and headed out to find Kagome.
It was a beautiful morning. The rainfall the night before gave everything a fresh green tinge, and the excess dew caused the sunlight to reflect off of every surface. Inuyasha felt the cool, wet grass under his feet as he walked and suddenly felt grateful; happy to be alive and breathing.
Kagome sat, wondering about Inuyasha. Perhaps she had been too hasty making him "sit". He had been in pretty rough shape the night before. She hoped she hadn't hurt him. He could be so exasperating! What was so hilarious about the idea of her fighting? Did he think she was too weak?
How could she get him to understand how frustrating it was for her to have the most miniscule role in their fights? She had just as much conviction in her hatred towards Naraku; hatred for causing her friends harm, hatred for killing innocents, but mostly hatred for causing the far-away look in Inuyasha's eyes. She swore she could physically feel pain when he looked at her with those eyes. She would do anything to change that. Even if it meant killing Naraku in cold blood herself.
As she thought her stomach rumbled. She sighed again; she should have grabbed some food before she stormed off; not to mention a towel and some soap. She looked like death warmed over. Her hands were dirty, and there was dried blood stuck under her fingernails. Her legs were scratched and her hair was filthy. It had been a few days since she washed. It hadn't seemed important enough to leave Inuyasha's side.
The breath caught in his throat. He came around the side of the tree silently, feet padding expertly around every twig and root to avoid detection. He saw her.
Illuminated by the sun filtering through the leaves of the forest canopy, she looked unearthly. Everything about her made his body panic. That's why his mouth tended to take over, it seemed like the easiest thing to do. Her raven hair was glistening like everything else around her and her pale skin lit up the clearing. She was beautiful; even with the ghastly blood stains on her body, he could smell her clearly. Her sent drifted towards him and it was all he could do not to run over and apologize, just so he could smell her more closely. She would probably cry more, he rationalized. For now he just wanted to watch her and take in the morning. . . . . . .
But what had happened?!!!
The reverie gone, he marched loudly towards her.
"Kagome, what the hell is going on?" he bellowed. "Everyone's been acting weird all morning and I want to know why." Kagome jumped. She hadn't heard him coming at all. Her heart raced in her chest.
"You scared me to death!" she said in frustration. Her eyebrows started to furrow, and her voice started to rise in pitch. Why was he always yelling at her? It had been such a magical night, and he was ruining everything.
"First you cry at me, then you look at me like I'm dead, then you ask me to teach you how to fight! You're not acting like yourself" he said. He paced in front of her as he spoke; arms crossed, eyes closed.
"I'm not the only one that hasn't been acting normally," she replied, more quietly. He stopped pacing.
"Look, if you're mad cause I held your hand last night, I'm sorry!"
"I meant when you were full youkai," explained. She sighed; the night before had been a mistake. A chill ran down her spine causing her to shiver.
He regarded her. From this proximity she looked tired and worn. A pang of guilt shot through him for being so demanding. He saw her shiver and threw his coat around her shoulders. Kagome looked up at him.
"What happened?" he asked; not longer yelling. His eyes looked worried.
"I will tell you, but on one condition," she stated.
"What?"
"Teach me how to fight."
He sighed. Inuyasha still didn't understand why this was so important to her. She didn't leave him much choice.
"Fine."
--end of part one---
I know it's short people, but that's life. Another cliff hanger. Please no one threaten to disembowel me. No promises for next update either. There will be one, I just don't know when. Thanks for reading!
Sango-chan
For those of you that have been supportive of my fic, thank you very much. For those of you who have been bitching to me through e-mail that I haven't updated in a long time, TAKE A PILL! Believe it or not, my University education is a little bit more important to me than updating a fanfic. But at least the people that are bitching like my fic or they wouldn't complain.. So thank you guys too. Just don't be so rude! I get around to updates eventually. I will stop promising next day chapters though. In any case: on with the fic!
(Inuyasha does not belong to poor university students like me. Please don't sue)
Truths and Training Part One
By: Sango-chan
Kagome's foot hurt. In her anger she had kicked the roots of the God tree and was now paying for trying to pick a fight with a tree older than her entire family. Another fight she couldn't win. She sighed heavily and sat down, taking off her shoes and socks to survey the damage. A few little blisters were starting to show. Penny-loafers were no good to kick with; she was going to have to get some hiking boots soon.
Kagome placed her burning feet on the cold, musty soil around the tree. She took a deep breath. It smelled like Inuyasha; like the earth and the air mingled together, like all things wild and natural. Sometimes when she returned to her own time, she would sit and study under the great, powerful bows of the tree just so she could smell him.
Tears stung her eyes. Why did he have to be such a jerk? Kagome cursed at herself for crying. It was never too far away from anger. She rubbed her face with a blood stained sleeve before the tears could fall.
Inuyasha rose to his feet. After digesting a few bags of "chips?" he decided he was ready to face the music and talk to Kagome. She had a lot of explaining to do. He found his bloody coat on the floor in the corner and threw it loosely around his shoulders. It hurt to raise his arms through the sleeves. Despite the fact that on the surface he looked fine, Inuyasha could still feel the wound from the inside. It would take a few days to heal completely.
He decided that instead of sneaking through the room with Sango, Miroku and Shippou, he would simply make an exit for himself. No sense trying to talk to them. Shippou had looked at him like he was an alien before. He needed to know why. Grabbing at the sides of the hole behind where they had slept, Inuyasha ripped the wall open. He tossed the pieces of wood aside and headed out to find Kagome.
It was a beautiful morning. The rainfall the night before gave everything a fresh green tinge, and the excess dew caused the sunlight to reflect off of every surface. Inuyasha felt the cool, wet grass under his feet as he walked and suddenly felt grateful; happy to be alive and breathing.
Kagome sat, wondering about Inuyasha. Perhaps she had been too hasty making him "sit". He had been in pretty rough shape the night before. She hoped she hadn't hurt him. He could be so exasperating! What was so hilarious about the idea of her fighting? Did he think she was too weak?
How could she get him to understand how frustrating it was for her to have the most miniscule role in their fights? She had just as much conviction in her hatred towards Naraku; hatred for causing her friends harm, hatred for killing innocents, but mostly hatred for causing the far-away look in Inuyasha's eyes. She swore she could physically feel pain when he looked at her with those eyes. She would do anything to change that. Even if it meant killing Naraku in cold blood herself.
As she thought her stomach rumbled. She sighed again; she should have grabbed some food before she stormed off; not to mention a towel and some soap. She looked like death warmed over. Her hands were dirty, and there was dried blood stuck under her fingernails. Her legs were scratched and her hair was filthy. It had been a few days since she washed. It hadn't seemed important enough to leave Inuyasha's side.
The breath caught in his throat. He came around the side of the tree silently, feet padding expertly around every twig and root to avoid detection. He saw her.
Illuminated by the sun filtering through the leaves of the forest canopy, she looked unearthly. Everything about her made his body panic. That's why his mouth tended to take over, it seemed like the easiest thing to do. Her raven hair was glistening like everything else around her and her pale skin lit up the clearing. She was beautiful; even with the ghastly blood stains on her body, he could smell her clearly. Her sent drifted towards him and it was all he could do not to run over and apologize, just so he could smell her more closely. She would probably cry more, he rationalized. For now he just wanted to watch her and take in the morning. . . . . . .
But what had happened?!!!
The reverie gone, he marched loudly towards her.
"Kagome, what the hell is going on?" he bellowed. "Everyone's been acting weird all morning and I want to know why." Kagome jumped. She hadn't heard him coming at all. Her heart raced in her chest.
"You scared me to death!" she said in frustration. Her eyebrows started to furrow, and her voice started to rise in pitch. Why was he always yelling at her? It had been such a magical night, and he was ruining everything.
"First you cry at me, then you look at me like I'm dead, then you ask me to teach you how to fight! You're not acting like yourself" he said. He paced in front of her as he spoke; arms crossed, eyes closed.
"I'm not the only one that hasn't been acting normally," she replied, more quietly. He stopped pacing.
"Look, if you're mad cause I held your hand last night, I'm sorry!"
"I meant when you were full youkai," explained. She sighed; the night before had been a mistake. A chill ran down her spine causing her to shiver.
He regarded her. From this proximity she looked tired and worn. A pang of guilt shot through him for being so demanding. He saw her shiver and threw his coat around her shoulders. Kagome looked up at him.
"What happened?" he asked; not longer yelling. His eyes looked worried.
"I will tell you, but on one condition," she stated.
"What?"
"Teach me how to fight."
He sighed. Inuyasha still didn't understand why this was so important to her. She didn't leave him much choice.
"Fine."
--end of part one---
I know it's short people, but that's life. Another cliff hanger. Please no one threaten to disembowel me. No promises for next update either. There will be one, I just don't know when. Thanks for reading!
Sango-chan
