A New Friend Old Foe
Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha, Rumiko Takahashi does
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Ikimono was now 40 years old, but she looked half that. She still held onto her beliefs that all life was sacrad, and she always tried to help it. So there she was, knocking snow off the old tree that fed the village with its acorns and the animals that were drawn to it. The cold of the hard winter bothered her slightly, but otherwise it was a welcomed task. Over the past thirty years, Ikimono had been learning how to fight, and now she was very strong. 'Strong Enough for Naraku, I hope,'she thought.
Still thinking about Naraku's promise, Ikimono was startled by two small children aproaching. One held a box wrapped in silk, patterned with flowers. He held it like it were a Holy Relic. Then again, maybe it was.
"Can I help you two boys?" Ikimono sweetly asked, honestly caring.
"We've been traveling down that mountain. We are very cold, and hungry. Would you spare us an old blanket and some food? Please?" the first boy quietly begged. The other boy nodded his head.
"No,"Ikimono sternly answered,"You'll come inside, rest for as long as you wish, eat well, and then take the warmest blanket and coats, as well as some food, with you."
The two children looked up at the smiling woman, then at each other. Ikimono opened the door and let the children in. She fed them well. They slept, and then were given food, blankets, and coats before they could leave. The two turned to leave, and Ikimono hugged them goodbye. Suddenly, she felt a sharp tug on the back of her long, black hair. Naraku smiled at the older Ikimono than when they had last met.
"Well,well, well. If it isn't that little brat grown up into a nice, healthy wench. You ready to fight?" He cooly smiled, not expecting Ikimono to rip off a chunk of his skin. It didn't hurt him, but it angered him.
"You want to play dirty? Fine."
Naraku killed the two boys with a single attack.
"You bastard."
"Bitch. Let's fight."
Naraku swiped at Ikimono, missed, was cut himself, and bled all over the deep snow around the acorn tree. Enfuriated, he lunged at the woman. She ran; ran into the forrest. It appeared to Naraku that she was just running away, but she was actually leading the fight away from the village. It was sad enough that the two boys were dead, but Ikimono would never forgive herself if everyone died.
Once they were deep in the forrest, Ikimono turned to face her oponent. She flashed long nails and cut off Naraku's arm. He screamed curses and attacked. His aura began to over power Ikimono's, and she lost her strength. Naraku took a sword and sliced open a hole in Ikimono's stomache. He then left, thinking the demoness would die.
The world became dizzy for Ikimono. It tilted and spun insanely. Hurting too much to continue trying to find her way back to the village, Ikimono lie down on the snow covered ground. Her warm blood had been splatered about everywhere, for a distance, and had been sealing the wound. But now that she lay still, the blood froze, halfway through its job.
Ikimono struggled to stay awake. To sleep meant death. This in mind, the world was still swinging madly about, making her sick. She decided to just close her eyes. Soon the world went dark. Snow covered Ikimono's still, listless body...
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Inu-Yasha and his friends walked about. Confused. Nothing to do, really. The jewel shards of the Shikon No Tama had been found and the jewel purified. Everyone was glad for this, but now there was nothing to do. So they decided to find Naraku. They wandered around asking about him. They found no news, but they came to a small mountain town. It seemed empty. So they began ransacking everything.
"Stop, theives!" a voice called.
"Huh? Are these yours?" Kagome asked.
"Sorry, very sorry,"Sango apologized, hanging her head humbly and bowing.
They all put the stuff they had grabbed back and followed the villager to an acorn tree. The whole population was huddled around it, two elderly people weeping.
"Our daughter, she disappeared! We only found these boys' dead bodies and some blood not belonging to her," the old woman sobbed to Kagome and Shippo.
Inu-Yasha began to sniff around. He smelled the blood, the bodies, the villagers. Something was familiar. What was it, what was it, what was it? Damn it! What was it? Oh, that's right. It was-
"Naraku. Naraku was here, Miroku," Inu-Yasha whispered, pulling Miroku to the side.
"What? Here? What would he want with some woman from an ignorant little village such as this?" Miroku pondered aloud.
He was quiet just in time to catch the old man, the old woman's and lost woman's father, talking.
"-loved life and her blood. It could heal any wound or illness short of death. Right, Lullabye?"
The old woman nodded her head. "That was our Ikimono."
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The end. For now.
Author's note: Well, minna. Do you like,love,hate, detest, despise, or adore it? I kinda likes it. Read and Review! But man, am I exhausted. My eyes are half closed and I keep nodding off. It seems like the computer screen is pulsing. More caffine, need more caffine....dzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha, Rumiko Takahashi does
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Ikimono was now 40 years old, but she looked half that. She still held onto her beliefs that all life was sacrad, and she always tried to help it. So there she was, knocking snow off the old tree that fed the village with its acorns and the animals that were drawn to it. The cold of the hard winter bothered her slightly, but otherwise it was a welcomed task. Over the past thirty years, Ikimono had been learning how to fight, and now she was very strong. 'Strong Enough for Naraku, I hope,'she thought.
Still thinking about Naraku's promise, Ikimono was startled by two small children aproaching. One held a box wrapped in silk, patterned with flowers. He held it like it were a Holy Relic. Then again, maybe it was.
"Can I help you two boys?" Ikimono sweetly asked, honestly caring.
"We've been traveling down that mountain. We are very cold, and hungry. Would you spare us an old blanket and some food? Please?" the first boy quietly begged. The other boy nodded his head.
"No,"Ikimono sternly answered,"You'll come inside, rest for as long as you wish, eat well, and then take the warmest blanket and coats, as well as some food, with you."
The two children looked up at the smiling woman, then at each other. Ikimono opened the door and let the children in. She fed them well. They slept, and then were given food, blankets, and coats before they could leave. The two turned to leave, and Ikimono hugged them goodbye. Suddenly, she felt a sharp tug on the back of her long, black hair. Naraku smiled at the older Ikimono than when they had last met.
"Well,well, well. If it isn't that little brat grown up into a nice, healthy wench. You ready to fight?" He cooly smiled, not expecting Ikimono to rip off a chunk of his skin. It didn't hurt him, but it angered him.
"You want to play dirty? Fine."
Naraku killed the two boys with a single attack.
"You bastard."
"Bitch. Let's fight."
Naraku swiped at Ikimono, missed, was cut himself, and bled all over the deep snow around the acorn tree. Enfuriated, he lunged at the woman. She ran; ran into the forrest. It appeared to Naraku that she was just running away, but she was actually leading the fight away from the village. It was sad enough that the two boys were dead, but Ikimono would never forgive herself if everyone died.
Once they were deep in the forrest, Ikimono turned to face her oponent. She flashed long nails and cut off Naraku's arm. He screamed curses and attacked. His aura began to over power Ikimono's, and she lost her strength. Naraku took a sword and sliced open a hole in Ikimono's stomache. He then left, thinking the demoness would die.
The world became dizzy for Ikimono. It tilted and spun insanely. Hurting too much to continue trying to find her way back to the village, Ikimono lie down on the snow covered ground. Her warm blood had been splatered about everywhere, for a distance, and had been sealing the wound. But now that she lay still, the blood froze, halfway through its job.
Ikimono struggled to stay awake. To sleep meant death. This in mind, the world was still swinging madly about, making her sick. She decided to just close her eyes. Soon the world went dark. Snow covered Ikimono's still, listless body...
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Inu-Yasha and his friends walked about. Confused. Nothing to do, really. The jewel shards of the Shikon No Tama had been found and the jewel purified. Everyone was glad for this, but now there was nothing to do. So they decided to find Naraku. They wandered around asking about him. They found no news, but they came to a small mountain town. It seemed empty. So they began ransacking everything.
"Stop, theives!" a voice called.
"Huh? Are these yours?" Kagome asked.
"Sorry, very sorry,"Sango apologized, hanging her head humbly and bowing.
They all put the stuff they had grabbed back and followed the villager to an acorn tree. The whole population was huddled around it, two elderly people weeping.
"Our daughter, she disappeared! We only found these boys' dead bodies and some blood not belonging to her," the old woman sobbed to Kagome and Shippo.
Inu-Yasha began to sniff around. He smelled the blood, the bodies, the villagers. Something was familiar. What was it, what was it, what was it? Damn it! What was it? Oh, that's right. It was-
"Naraku. Naraku was here, Miroku," Inu-Yasha whispered, pulling Miroku to the side.
"What? Here? What would he want with some woman from an ignorant little village such as this?" Miroku pondered aloud.
He was quiet just in time to catch the old man, the old woman's and lost woman's father, talking.
"-loved life and her blood. It could heal any wound or illness short of death. Right, Lullabye?"
The old woman nodded her head. "That was our Ikimono."
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The end. For now.
Author's note: Well, minna. Do you like,love,hate, detest, despise, or adore it? I kinda likes it. Read and Review! But man, am I exhausted. My eyes are half closed and I keep nodding off. It seems like the computer screen is pulsing. More caffine, need more caffine....dzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...