Chapter 7: Curses lifted
Kagura realized what had happened and she struggled to squeeze farther into the crevasse to make more room for the pained monk. "Move forward monk!" demanded the worried demoness. Miroku complied as best as he could but his leg was pinned too tightly for him to move. Kagura slipped her hand down Miroku's side as far as she could grabbing his trapped leg and used her youkai strength to pull it free, the monk groaned in agony as his anklebone snapped like a dried twig. "Are you alright?" asked Kagura her voice laced with concern. "I'll survive, and thanks to you, with both legs intact," said the grateful monk. Kagura smiled for a brief moment until she realized with mute horror where she had moved the monks leg. "I really hope we are discovered soon," she said caustically. At that moment there was a loud crash and the debris pinning the unlikely pair shifted due to and unknown outside force. Miroku squeezed his right hand up Kagura's side and out in front of him holding on tightly to the binding beads of his rosary. "What are you doing?" asked Kagura with surprise. "Trying to free us, Kagura, in a moment I am going to unleash the wind tunnel grab on to something," he said as he worked his other hand out. "Here goes," he said as he tore the rosary from his wrist.
Inu Yasha decided it was in his best interest to comply with Kagome's wishes so the two of them were atop of Kirara searching the battlefield for their lost friends and enemies. This was how they came upon the sound of a fight below them. "That's that whimpy wolf," growled Inu Yasha. "Kirara down," said Kagome worriedly, as she recalled that Kouga was in no shape to fight after having his shikon shards torn out of his legs. As soon as the trio landed Inu Yasha sped off disappearing into the thick smoke. "Hey.Wait," said Kagome with a sigh she was well used to this scenario traveling with the headstrong hanyou. "Kirara look after Kagome," called his retreating figure, the fire cat growled in answer and stood next to the young miko patiently. Inu Yasha followed his ears to the fight he arrive in time to see Kouga flung into a large pile of debris with a dull thud. "What's with you, you whimpy wolf, this demon is a small fry," goaded Inu Yasha as he extended his claws. "Inu Yasha!" cried Sango as relief surged through her. Inu Yasha turned toward Sango, "Where have you been?" demanded the relieved hanyou as he leapt forward and attacked the few remainders of Naraku's minions. "sanku tesou," growled Inu Yasha as jumped up and lashed out with his claws tearing one of the demons to shreds. Kouga rejoined the others in the mini fray, with one of his fist he split the scull of one of the demons head, just before another attempted to take his head off, at the last moment a katana buried itself in the beast bringing it down at Kouga's feet. The wolf prince glanced over to the girl that just saved his life and nodded once to her before returning the favor and her katana.
Sesshomaru stopped his ponderings, cocked his head and listened as a fight began in the distance, with in a few moments the putrid breeze carried the answer to his previously asked question. Sesshomaru again picked up the tetseiga, this time however he hurled the blade toward the sound of his hated half brother. Sesshomaru gazed at his burnt hand. "Another time Inu Yasha," he growled as he resumed his journey.
Miroku tore the sealing beads away from his kazana and readied himself for the usual force of the sucking winds.but nothing happened, nothing at all. The monk blinked stupidly for a few moments as the importance of the situation began to sink into his confusion- numbed brain. Miroku slowly turned his palm inwards to discover that indeed his kazana was gone, in its place was a regular smooth, non life-threatening palm. "It's gone," he said very softly to himself as he tried to wrap his mind around the truth. "What?" asked Kagura with worry laced in her voice? The young monk looked down at the pretty demoness and said "It's gone. the curse, it's gone." Miroku realized the ramifications of his missing kazana after a few mind- bending minutes. Kagura watched as a wealth of emotions played across the young monks face, chief among them was disbelief, then all of a sudden as if all the tumblers of a cosmic lock rolled into place, his face took on a look of enlightenment, and a small smile curved his lips as his eyes came back into focus.
"Naraku is dead," said the monk as his smile bloomed into a grin. "What!" squeaked Kagura in disbelief? "Naraku is dead," repeated the monk joyously. "How?" asked the suspicious wind youkai. "I honestly don't know," he answered, "I only know that it's true, my curse is lifted, in order for my curse to be broken he must be dead, as you see for yourself my kazana is no more." Kagura stared at the monk's perfect palm for several seconds trying to absorb the profound information that he had just given her. 'Could it be true, could Naraku be dead,' she thought to herself silently. It a occurred to her then that in a way she and the monk were very similar they were both prisoners of Naraku's, and would only be free to live if he were dead, the monk's curse and her heart had kept them tethered to Naraku's thread of destiny, and now they were both apparently free. Kagura was lost in her own thoughts, she was completely surprised when the monk gave a loud whoop and kissed her, so focused on her own warring thoughts of disbelief and cautious acceptance that she had missed the warning signs of the impending kiss, and found herself locked in a kiss she was unprepared for.
Kagome was getting annoyed, she absolutely hated being left behind, it reminded her of how useless Inu Yasha thought she was. "Stupid," she hissed in Inu Yasha's general direction. Kirara's sensitive ears flicked as she heard a twig snap a short distance away, she was told by the hanyou to protect the miko, so she leapt in front of Kagome and growled with menace. "What is it Kirara?" asked the startled girl. Kagome gazed into the thinning smoke and saw a figure slowly stumbling out of the haze. "Kikyou!" cried Kagome as she raced forward to help the greatly wounded elder miko. Kikyou sighed in silent resignation as the younger girl reached her as quickly threw an arm about her to help support her.
Kagura realized what had happened and she struggled to squeeze farther into the crevasse to make more room for the pained monk. "Move forward monk!" demanded the worried demoness. Miroku complied as best as he could but his leg was pinned too tightly for him to move. Kagura slipped her hand down Miroku's side as far as she could grabbing his trapped leg and used her youkai strength to pull it free, the monk groaned in agony as his anklebone snapped like a dried twig. "Are you alright?" asked Kagura her voice laced with concern. "I'll survive, and thanks to you, with both legs intact," said the grateful monk. Kagura smiled for a brief moment until she realized with mute horror where she had moved the monks leg. "I really hope we are discovered soon," she said caustically. At that moment there was a loud crash and the debris pinning the unlikely pair shifted due to and unknown outside force. Miroku squeezed his right hand up Kagura's side and out in front of him holding on tightly to the binding beads of his rosary. "What are you doing?" asked Kagura with surprise. "Trying to free us, Kagura, in a moment I am going to unleash the wind tunnel grab on to something," he said as he worked his other hand out. "Here goes," he said as he tore the rosary from his wrist.
Inu Yasha decided it was in his best interest to comply with Kagome's wishes so the two of them were atop of Kirara searching the battlefield for their lost friends and enemies. This was how they came upon the sound of a fight below them. "That's that whimpy wolf," growled Inu Yasha. "Kirara down," said Kagome worriedly, as she recalled that Kouga was in no shape to fight after having his shikon shards torn out of his legs. As soon as the trio landed Inu Yasha sped off disappearing into the thick smoke. "Hey.Wait," said Kagome with a sigh she was well used to this scenario traveling with the headstrong hanyou. "Kirara look after Kagome," called his retreating figure, the fire cat growled in answer and stood next to the young miko patiently. Inu Yasha followed his ears to the fight he arrive in time to see Kouga flung into a large pile of debris with a dull thud. "What's with you, you whimpy wolf, this demon is a small fry," goaded Inu Yasha as he extended his claws. "Inu Yasha!" cried Sango as relief surged through her. Inu Yasha turned toward Sango, "Where have you been?" demanded the relieved hanyou as he leapt forward and attacked the few remainders of Naraku's minions. "sanku tesou," growled Inu Yasha as jumped up and lashed out with his claws tearing one of the demons to shreds. Kouga rejoined the others in the mini fray, with one of his fist he split the scull of one of the demons head, just before another attempted to take his head off, at the last moment a katana buried itself in the beast bringing it down at Kouga's feet. The wolf prince glanced over to the girl that just saved his life and nodded once to her before returning the favor and her katana.
Sesshomaru stopped his ponderings, cocked his head and listened as a fight began in the distance, with in a few moments the putrid breeze carried the answer to his previously asked question. Sesshomaru again picked up the tetseiga, this time however he hurled the blade toward the sound of his hated half brother. Sesshomaru gazed at his burnt hand. "Another time Inu Yasha," he growled as he resumed his journey.
Miroku tore the sealing beads away from his kazana and readied himself for the usual force of the sucking winds.but nothing happened, nothing at all. The monk blinked stupidly for a few moments as the importance of the situation began to sink into his confusion- numbed brain. Miroku slowly turned his palm inwards to discover that indeed his kazana was gone, in its place was a regular smooth, non life-threatening palm. "It's gone," he said very softly to himself as he tried to wrap his mind around the truth. "What?" asked Kagura with worry laced in her voice? The young monk looked down at the pretty demoness and said "It's gone. the curse, it's gone." Miroku realized the ramifications of his missing kazana after a few mind- bending minutes. Kagura watched as a wealth of emotions played across the young monks face, chief among them was disbelief, then all of a sudden as if all the tumblers of a cosmic lock rolled into place, his face took on a look of enlightenment, and a small smile curved his lips as his eyes came back into focus.
"Naraku is dead," said the monk as his smile bloomed into a grin. "What!" squeaked Kagura in disbelief? "Naraku is dead," repeated the monk joyously. "How?" asked the suspicious wind youkai. "I honestly don't know," he answered, "I only know that it's true, my curse is lifted, in order for my curse to be broken he must be dead, as you see for yourself my kazana is no more." Kagura stared at the monk's perfect palm for several seconds trying to absorb the profound information that he had just given her. 'Could it be true, could Naraku be dead,' she thought to herself silently. It a occurred to her then that in a way she and the monk were very similar they were both prisoners of Naraku's, and would only be free to live if he were dead, the monk's curse and her heart had kept them tethered to Naraku's thread of destiny, and now they were both apparently free. Kagura was lost in her own thoughts, she was completely surprised when the monk gave a loud whoop and kissed her, so focused on her own warring thoughts of disbelief and cautious acceptance that she had missed the warning signs of the impending kiss, and found herself locked in a kiss she was unprepared for.
Kagome was getting annoyed, she absolutely hated being left behind, it reminded her of how useless Inu Yasha thought she was. "Stupid," she hissed in Inu Yasha's general direction. Kirara's sensitive ears flicked as she heard a twig snap a short distance away, she was told by the hanyou to protect the miko, so she leapt in front of Kagome and growled with menace. "What is it Kirara?" asked the startled girl. Kagome gazed into the thinning smoke and saw a figure slowly stumbling out of the haze. "Kikyou!" cried Kagome as she raced forward to help the greatly wounded elder miko. Kikyou sighed in silent resignation as the younger girl reached her as quickly threw an arm about her to help support her.
