*waveswaves* Remember me? Nah, I doubt it. Well, once upon a time I tried
to write my first fanfiction ever. I quickly lost interest in it. Then
again, I really didn't have much of an idea going on. Anyways, I decided to
try and get another chapter up. I still don't have an idea about this
fanfiction, but I'm thinking.. I'm trying to, anyways. ^-^
Well, I really am not satisfied at all with this chapter. Not at all. I was writing it with an idea and picturing what I wanted to happen, but as I typed, it all came out weird. I don't think I'm good at this at all. I appreciate reviews, comments, flames (well, be easy on me or I'll bite you back).
Disclaimer: Eh. I really don't have the talent to have created Inuyasha. I can only watch. So don' sue me or anything cause they're not mine!
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Two everyday peasants were walking through Inuyasha's forest as they discussed an issue with serious faces. They were walking slowly, one with a slight limp that made him strain too much.
"The time of peace has ended. We should have suspected that the youkai would not hide forever." The taller of the two, with jet-black hair that was tied back in a tail that reached past his shoulders, sighs. He crossed his arms and dropped his head to his chest in thought.
"But there has to be something! Miroku-sama, I do remember that decades ago you helped to rid this world of youkai! And. my entire family was murdered! My village, destroyed!" The older man gave a soft sob, bowing his head to look at the ground. "I have nothing left, and it is all because of the youkai. And it was unnatural, Miroku-sama."
Miroku gave it a moment's thought before shaking his head. "Unnatural? No, youkai has been around for as long as man can remember. I am sorry for what has happened, but I cannot abandon my own home to exterminate everything in this area down to the last weasel. Masahiro-san, I do promise that I will keep an eye open for anything that is unusual and take care of it." He said this while staring at his right hand, eyes glazed over as he recalled dark memories from long ago.
Catching on to his look, Masahiro decided that he attempted to persuade the old monk long enough for the day and looked up to the tree where he has heard stories of a hanyou sealed there. He gave a troubled sigh, turning back to Miroku and patting him on the shoulder. "Houshi-sama. It hasn't been as long as you imagine. I remember you twenty-five years ago with the miko and that hanyou and even if it has been decades, you could still remember how you had helped this world--"
"I know," he replied in a soft voice. "It still feels like it all happened a few days ago. But I was not the only one that had helped. The two that did the most work have left us."
Just as Miroku had his eyes cast towards the direction of the well and the sad villager had decided to stare at the ground, with his own gathered memories of a past recently burned away, did a familiar shining jewel roll its way through the discarded leaves that have fallen and between the two men. Masahiro blinked a few times before turning back to the quiet ex-monk.
"Miroku-sama, I do not wish to disturb you."
Waving a hand, said man simply shook his head. "Gomen, Masahiro. You are close to many villagers here and we promise to help you rebuild. I am sorry to hear about your lose and I will help perform proper burials for your people." He turned to look at him with sad dark violet eyes. "I promise to look into this 'unnatural' youkai attack, but please do not ask me to go into another battle. I do not think that I will be much of help." Miroku gave a curt nod before walking away.
Masahiro stood staring at the tall man's back as he left, glancing in the direction he was sure the jewel rolled off to. *Perhaps it was nothing.* He thought to himself, however deciding to follow the direction he saw it go.
"Miiirokuuu!" A voice called out in the forest.
Both men, not far from each other, turned their heads in the direction of the voice. Through the trees they could see a bouncing red shape heading their way.
"Oi! Miroku!" The voice, now belonging to a rather handsome kitsune that was still a young man but almost as tall as the man he was calling for, called once again.
Miroku tensed momentarily before relaxing when Shippo appeared from behind a tree. Masahiro gave the pair a wary look, giving the trail where the jewel left a last look before heading to Miroku's village with a quick wave to the other two. Perhaps he should simply ignore what he saw.
"Shippo," began the ex-monk. "it has been awhile since your last visit. Rather excited--"
"Excited!? Can't you sense them?" Shippo watched his old friend blink a few times in confusion. "Can't you hear them!?" Eyes narrowed into an annoyed glare. He turned his back to Miroku and trotted off in the direction of the well.
Miroku stood there a moment, not sure as to what the kitsune meant. Then again, who are 'them' he spoke about? In a moment, he was running as fast as his aging legs took him after Shippo, and as he neared the clearing it was then that he was able to hear two all too familiar voices.
"Me?! Why are you blaming me! I tell you it moved on its own, I had nothing to do with it!" A loud voice echoed off the well.
"If you lost it, I'm going to make sure you won't be able to walk for a week." Another voice responded, low and dangerous.
Shippo had already reached the well, his tail trembling with emotion as he stared at it. Miroku walked up next to him just as the hanyou, with his lovely passenger riding on his back, leapt out into the afternoon light.
Inuyasha immediately stopped, nose twitching and eyes narrowing to the two strangers.
"I. can't sense it anywhere near here, Inuyasha." A frightened voice, belonging to Kagome, said softly. It was then that she glanced over his shoulder and gasped. "Did. Did that youkai take the jewel!?" A whine escaped at the idea of another fight. "Not again," she moaned.
Inuyasha dropped her unceremoniously to the ground, his glare still resting upon the two who had no intention of moving. "What's going on here? Mi." He hesitated a moment, staring at the raven-haired violet-eyed man. "Miroku?" He completely ignored the kitsune.
Shippo gave off a small squeak. "It really is them, Miroku. But, they look the same. They haven't aged at all." His voice was soft, only to the ex-monk. However, the hanyou's ears twitched, indicating he had heard.
There was a tense moment, as if everyone was unable to decide what to do or say next.
And then the silence was broken. "Miroku-sama!" Kagome shouted, running to him and tossing her arms around his waist. Had he grown taller since the last time? She stepped back and tilted her head to the youkai standing next to the man she had finally recognized.
"Kagome-sama." Miroku whispered. "We. we thought you'd never come back." What was he suppose to say after so many years? So many years and still looking upon his two friends as if their adventures had not finished. As if he were not married to Sango, had children, and made a peaceful life in the very village located not far from the well.
Shippo suddenly grinned and moved to take Kagome in his arms for a hug, however, the hanyou suddenly paid full attention to him and growled.
"Something definitely doesn't smell right here," Inuyasha said, getting rather angered.
"It's me, Inuyasha. Shippo. You do remember me after so long, don't you?" The young kitsune questioned, eyes full of fear of having been forgotten when the lecherous monk was so remembered by both.
Kagome blinked a few times. "Shippo-chan?" She looked the youkai up and down and then up again. The little fox demon that once fit in her arms was large enough for her to jump into his arms. Something definitely was not right. She looked back at the growling demi-demon. "Inuyasha, it can't be. It has only been a month!" She looked at Miroku. Sure, he seemed to have aged. Looking more mature, his hair once short was now in a slim ponytail, almost like the shorthaired younger man she had first met. This man appeared worn out with his eyes almost a duller violet than their once fierce look. It was a look of a tired and aging warrior from a war so long forgotten and yet fresh to his mind.
"A month?" Miroku echoed, looking to Shippo for an answer. He offered none, and so the ex-monk decided to correct the young miko. "Kagome-sama, it's been twenty-five years since the day you two left us."
Inuyasha and Kagome looked at each other. "That can't be possible," said the miko. She returned her gaze to the kitsune. "Twenty-five years? So then it really is you Shippo-chan?"
Said youkai put on his best hurt look. "I can't believe you can't recognize me." He sniffed, his long furry tail swept out behind him. "I'm still the same loveable kitsune from before. Simply. not a kid anymore."
"Keh." Inuyasha, of course. "Perhaps you're bigger, but you'll always be a brat, Shippo."
Shippo's tail bristled, however Kagome decided to prevent any further arguments between the two by tossing herself at the kitsune with one of her hugs. He might not be a small and kawaii kid anymore, but he was still Shippo.
"Gomen ne, Shippo-chan. I'm sorry that you've been alone for so long." The fox demon relaxed in Kagome's hug. He smiled and carefully gave her a quick squeeze in return.
Inuyasha growled, impatient. "Kagome! Don't you even remember what we're doing here to begin with!? That damn jewel is missing and we better find it fast so we can go home! There's no time for hugging and chatting about ol' times with these two!"
The young woman jumped at being reminded of the jewel. "That's right! Shippo-chan, Miroku-sama," She stepped back and addressed them both. "Have you two seen the Shikon no Tama? It came back here and it seems that I can't sense it around at all!"
"Came back!?" Both shouted out in surprise.
"Papa!" A shout called out from the trees. "Papa! Where are you!"
Miroku snapped to attention, as did everyone else as they watched a little girl emerge from the tree line and run towards the little gathering.
"Papa!" She cried before throwing herself into Miroku's arms.
Inuyasha raised a brow at the scene. "Papa? It really must have been twenty-five years." He looked at the little girl, black hair and violet eyes like his father and freckles adorning her face. She appeared to be around the age of eight, even if she was still rather short.
"Maemi-chan, what are you doing here?" Queried Miroku to his daughter, kneeling down now and staring at her in surprise.
"Mama told me to come and get you. She has been talking with Masahiro- san." She replied. Her eyes locked upon the two strangers. "Who are they, Papa?" She pointed towards Inuyasha and Kagome. She noticed Shippo as well and smiled brightly. "Ojisan!"
"She's adorable, Miroku-sama!" Cooed Kagome, as she came to the little girl. "Maemi-chan, is it? My name is Kagome, and that is Inuyasha over there." She indicated to the hanyou with her chin who only gave a soft 'keh' as a greeting and turned his back. The little girl only blinked and shyly moved closer to her father.
Miroku sighed, nodding his head before standing back up to his full height. "Why don't we head to the village and continue this discussion. I'm sure you two have a lot of question." Glance to Inuyasha. "Well, Kagome- sama, I'm sure you do. Sango should have some food ready by now, as well." He grabbed a hold of Maemi's hand and began walking off towards the village.
Shippo looked at Kagome, walking beside her as they both made their way after the ex-monk. Of course the moody hanyou wasn't far behind. He decided to follow after giving up glaring at the backs of everyone else. He was sure that there was something wrong in this time, and he wasn't about to go and be all cheerful about it. Anyways, the jewel was missing again and it was not something to go chat about. He would definitely rather go searching for it than get reacquainted with old friends.
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Whee. Sucks, right? Well, please tell me by sending me a review. Please do! I really need to be encouraged if you want another chapter. If you don' care to read anymore, then don' review. Or do an' tell me about it.
Well, I really am not satisfied at all with this chapter. Not at all. I was writing it with an idea and picturing what I wanted to happen, but as I typed, it all came out weird. I don't think I'm good at this at all. I appreciate reviews, comments, flames (well, be easy on me or I'll bite you back).
Disclaimer: Eh. I really don't have the talent to have created Inuyasha. I can only watch. So don' sue me or anything cause they're not mine!
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Two everyday peasants were walking through Inuyasha's forest as they discussed an issue with serious faces. They were walking slowly, one with a slight limp that made him strain too much.
"The time of peace has ended. We should have suspected that the youkai would not hide forever." The taller of the two, with jet-black hair that was tied back in a tail that reached past his shoulders, sighs. He crossed his arms and dropped his head to his chest in thought.
"But there has to be something! Miroku-sama, I do remember that decades ago you helped to rid this world of youkai! And. my entire family was murdered! My village, destroyed!" The older man gave a soft sob, bowing his head to look at the ground. "I have nothing left, and it is all because of the youkai. And it was unnatural, Miroku-sama."
Miroku gave it a moment's thought before shaking his head. "Unnatural? No, youkai has been around for as long as man can remember. I am sorry for what has happened, but I cannot abandon my own home to exterminate everything in this area down to the last weasel. Masahiro-san, I do promise that I will keep an eye open for anything that is unusual and take care of it." He said this while staring at his right hand, eyes glazed over as he recalled dark memories from long ago.
Catching on to his look, Masahiro decided that he attempted to persuade the old monk long enough for the day and looked up to the tree where he has heard stories of a hanyou sealed there. He gave a troubled sigh, turning back to Miroku and patting him on the shoulder. "Houshi-sama. It hasn't been as long as you imagine. I remember you twenty-five years ago with the miko and that hanyou and even if it has been decades, you could still remember how you had helped this world--"
"I know," he replied in a soft voice. "It still feels like it all happened a few days ago. But I was not the only one that had helped. The two that did the most work have left us."
Just as Miroku had his eyes cast towards the direction of the well and the sad villager had decided to stare at the ground, with his own gathered memories of a past recently burned away, did a familiar shining jewel roll its way through the discarded leaves that have fallen and between the two men. Masahiro blinked a few times before turning back to the quiet ex-monk.
"Miroku-sama, I do not wish to disturb you."
Waving a hand, said man simply shook his head. "Gomen, Masahiro. You are close to many villagers here and we promise to help you rebuild. I am sorry to hear about your lose and I will help perform proper burials for your people." He turned to look at him with sad dark violet eyes. "I promise to look into this 'unnatural' youkai attack, but please do not ask me to go into another battle. I do not think that I will be much of help." Miroku gave a curt nod before walking away.
Masahiro stood staring at the tall man's back as he left, glancing in the direction he was sure the jewel rolled off to. *Perhaps it was nothing.* He thought to himself, however deciding to follow the direction he saw it go.
"Miiirokuuu!" A voice called out in the forest.
Both men, not far from each other, turned their heads in the direction of the voice. Through the trees they could see a bouncing red shape heading their way.
"Oi! Miroku!" The voice, now belonging to a rather handsome kitsune that was still a young man but almost as tall as the man he was calling for, called once again.
Miroku tensed momentarily before relaxing when Shippo appeared from behind a tree. Masahiro gave the pair a wary look, giving the trail where the jewel left a last look before heading to Miroku's village with a quick wave to the other two. Perhaps he should simply ignore what he saw.
"Shippo," began the ex-monk. "it has been awhile since your last visit. Rather excited--"
"Excited!? Can't you sense them?" Shippo watched his old friend blink a few times in confusion. "Can't you hear them!?" Eyes narrowed into an annoyed glare. He turned his back to Miroku and trotted off in the direction of the well.
Miroku stood there a moment, not sure as to what the kitsune meant. Then again, who are 'them' he spoke about? In a moment, he was running as fast as his aging legs took him after Shippo, and as he neared the clearing it was then that he was able to hear two all too familiar voices.
"Me?! Why are you blaming me! I tell you it moved on its own, I had nothing to do with it!" A loud voice echoed off the well.
"If you lost it, I'm going to make sure you won't be able to walk for a week." Another voice responded, low and dangerous.
Shippo had already reached the well, his tail trembling with emotion as he stared at it. Miroku walked up next to him just as the hanyou, with his lovely passenger riding on his back, leapt out into the afternoon light.
Inuyasha immediately stopped, nose twitching and eyes narrowing to the two strangers.
"I. can't sense it anywhere near here, Inuyasha." A frightened voice, belonging to Kagome, said softly. It was then that she glanced over his shoulder and gasped. "Did. Did that youkai take the jewel!?" A whine escaped at the idea of another fight. "Not again," she moaned.
Inuyasha dropped her unceremoniously to the ground, his glare still resting upon the two who had no intention of moving. "What's going on here? Mi." He hesitated a moment, staring at the raven-haired violet-eyed man. "Miroku?" He completely ignored the kitsune.
Shippo gave off a small squeak. "It really is them, Miroku. But, they look the same. They haven't aged at all." His voice was soft, only to the ex-monk. However, the hanyou's ears twitched, indicating he had heard.
There was a tense moment, as if everyone was unable to decide what to do or say next.
And then the silence was broken. "Miroku-sama!" Kagome shouted, running to him and tossing her arms around his waist. Had he grown taller since the last time? She stepped back and tilted her head to the youkai standing next to the man she had finally recognized.
"Kagome-sama." Miroku whispered. "We. we thought you'd never come back." What was he suppose to say after so many years? So many years and still looking upon his two friends as if their adventures had not finished. As if he were not married to Sango, had children, and made a peaceful life in the very village located not far from the well.
Shippo suddenly grinned and moved to take Kagome in his arms for a hug, however, the hanyou suddenly paid full attention to him and growled.
"Something definitely doesn't smell right here," Inuyasha said, getting rather angered.
"It's me, Inuyasha. Shippo. You do remember me after so long, don't you?" The young kitsune questioned, eyes full of fear of having been forgotten when the lecherous monk was so remembered by both.
Kagome blinked a few times. "Shippo-chan?" She looked the youkai up and down and then up again. The little fox demon that once fit in her arms was large enough for her to jump into his arms. Something definitely was not right. She looked back at the growling demi-demon. "Inuyasha, it can't be. It has only been a month!" She looked at Miroku. Sure, he seemed to have aged. Looking more mature, his hair once short was now in a slim ponytail, almost like the shorthaired younger man she had first met. This man appeared worn out with his eyes almost a duller violet than their once fierce look. It was a look of a tired and aging warrior from a war so long forgotten and yet fresh to his mind.
"A month?" Miroku echoed, looking to Shippo for an answer. He offered none, and so the ex-monk decided to correct the young miko. "Kagome-sama, it's been twenty-five years since the day you two left us."
Inuyasha and Kagome looked at each other. "That can't be possible," said the miko. She returned her gaze to the kitsune. "Twenty-five years? So then it really is you Shippo-chan?"
Said youkai put on his best hurt look. "I can't believe you can't recognize me." He sniffed, his long furry tail swept out behind him. "I'm still the same loveable kitsune from before. Simply. not a kid anymore."
"Keh." Inuyasha, of course. "Perhaps you're bigger, but you'll always be a brat, Shippo."
Shippo's tail bristled, however Kagome decided to prevent any further arguments between the two by tossing herself at the kitsune with one of her hugs. He might not be a small and kawaii kid anymore, but he was still Shippo.
"Gomen ne, Shippo-chan. I'm sorry that you've been alone for so long." The fox demon relaxed in Kagome's hug. He smiled and carefully gave her a quick squeeze in return.
Inuyasha growled, impatient. "Kagome! Don't you even remember what we're doing here to begin with!? That damn jewel is missing and we better find it fast so we can go home! There's no time for hugging and chatting about ol' times with these two!"
The young woman jumped at being reminded of the jewel. "That's right! Shippo-chan, Miroku-sama," She stepped back and addressed them both. "Have you two seen the Shikon no Tama? It came back here and it seems that I can't sense it around at all!"
"Came back!?" Both shouted out in surprise.
"Papa!" A shout called out from the trees. "Papa! Where are you!"
Miroku snapped to attention, as did everyone else as they watched a little girl emerge from the tree line and run towards the little gathering.
"Papa!" She cried before throwing herself into Miroku's arms.
Inuyasha raised a brow at the scene. "Papa? It really must have been twenty-five years." He looked at the little girl, black hair and violet eyes like his father and freckles adorning her face. She appeared to be around the age of eight, even if she was still rather short.
"Maemi-chan, what are you doing here?" Queried Miroku to his daughter, kneeling down now and staring at her in surprise.
"Mama told me to come and get you. She has been talking with Masahiro- san." She replied. Her eyes locked upon the two strangers. "Who are they, Papa?" She pointed towards Inuyasha and Kagome. She noticed Shippo as well and smiled brightly. "Ojisan!"
"She's adorable, Miroku-sama!" Cooed Kagome, as she came to the little girl. "Maemi-chan, is it? My name is Kagome, and that is Inuyasha over there." She indicated to the hanyou with her chin who only gave a soft 'keh' as a greeting and turned his back. The little girl only blinked and shyly moved closer to her father.
Miroku sighed, nodding his head before standing back up to his full height. "Why don't we head to the village and continue this discussion. I'm sure you two have a lot of question." Glance to Inuyasha. "Well, Kagome- sama, I'm sure you do. Sango should have some food ready by now, as well." He grabbed a hold of Maemi's hand and began walking off towards the village.
Shippo looked at Kagome, walking beside her as they both made their way after the ex-monk. Of course the moody hanyou wasn't far behind. He decided to follow after giving up glaring at the backs of everyone else. He was sure that there was something wrong in this time, and he wasn't about to go and be all cheerful about it. Anyways, the jewel was missing again and it was not something to go chat about. He would definitely rather go searching for it than get reacquainted with old friends.
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Whee. Sucks, right? Well, please tell me by sending me a review. Please do! I really need to be encouraged if you want another chapter. If you don' care to read anymore, then don' review. Or do an' tell me about it.