A/n : Wow chapter six? I'm sorry this will take a while to get out because I have major writers block again.... I know! I'm terrible with writer's block. The battle scene with Inu Yasha and Zenshou was really hard. I can't believe that people like my fic though. Well it doesn't have 100 reviews, but I didn't really expect it to, considering that it's my first story. Well, my first posted story anyways. I have all sorts of story beginnings floating around my room. Some are complete crap, and some might actually be interesting. I wonder how many people actually read my ramblings at the beginning of the story. Miroku's POV.
Disclaimer : I own Inu Yasha! Well, a graphic novel.... does that count? !POCKY!
Regrets
Chapter 6
I woke up a few minutes ago, and by the position of the stars, it's early morning. I am starving and freezing. What an idiot I am. Falling asleep naked by a river? Not even a blanket? I must have been tired. I check my clothes, and put them on, though they are slightly damp. Cradling the firecat in my arms, I walk towards the village. I wonder how the girl is. Has she made it? Is she alive? I remembered the waxen look to her features when last I saw her. She had looked like she had been through the worst day of her life. Of course noone enjoys being attacked by demons, but it was as if she had lost her whole family. I felt a chill.
There was a connection betweeen Naraku and that girl though. Why had the saimyoushou been there? I was at first hesitant to use the air rip, because they might have lingered. But I had done it anyway. Why did Naraku want that girl dead? Was she a threat to him? If so, she could be a valuable asset to us in our search. More likely though, Naraku had thought that she was in the way. That would be his style. I punched the nearest tree in frustration, startling a small animal. I wish he was here right now. Then I would defeat him, and be rid of the troubles in my life.
The curse. Must it always come back to this? I look down at my hand, and make a fist. I can feel the opening. I knew that I must produce an heir, but I do not think that I would be able to put my child through the emotional turmoil that I have been through all my life. Would my child be cursed to knowing that he could die any day? Would he be afraid to love or be loved because of his curse? Would the ones I care for be tortured because of my choices.
I saw how Lady Kagome looked at me whenever Naraku was mentioned. I could tell she wanted to take away the pain of others and bear it for them. Was she all right?
Just then I arrived at the village. A light came from Kaede-baba's house. Was she still up tending the girl? I walk swiftly there. Knocking on the door softly, I hear Kaede bid me enter. The girl is flushed and sweating. A fever, most like. Kneeling next to her I recieve a warning glance from the old woman. I glare at her in return. Even I am not so lecherous that I would take advantage of an unconcious woman. I feel her head, which is burning hot. Confused, I look her over. She has a series of deep scratches up one side and arm that are seriously inflamed. That's strange, Kaede knows to clean all the injuries. How could they get infected?
"Kaede?" I call softly, not wanting to disturb the girl.
"Yes, monk?" She calls.
"You did clean all her injuries thoroughly, did you not?" I question, gently examining the wounds.
"Yes. Why?" She begins to get up.
"These lacerations, they look inflamed." I press gently on one, and it begins to bleed again. The girl moans softly. The blood drips onto my hand and it begins to burn. "Poison?" I ask noone in particular. Suddenly the girl latches onto my hand, eyes wide. She is shaking in fear.
"Don't let me die!" I can tell that she is not entirely lucid. "Please! Stay with me!"
"I will." I attempt to calm her by stroking her hair.
"Promise me!" I can tell that she has reopened some of her wounds.
"I promise. Will you please calm down for me?" She settles a bit. The cat wakes, and comes to comfort her as well. It nuzzles her cheek.
"Kirara? Good girl." The girl strokes the small youkai, relaxing. As Kirara curls up against her I try to keep her calm, asking her questions.
"What's your name?" She looks up at me groggily.
"Sango... But I wanna change it."
"To what?"
"Cheesecake." I grin at her, knowing that she is becoming delirious.
"That's lovely. Where are you from Sango?"
"Call me Cheesecake. I'm from a village. We do stuff there." The corner of my mouth twitches a bit. "I like birds."
"Why, I like birds as well Cheesecake!" I lay her back down and pull the blankets over her. "But you can tell me later. Right now, you should get some sleep." She nods drowsily and closes her eyes. As I back away from her now sleeping form, Kaede taps me on the shoulder. I turn, and she hands me a bowl of soup and some bread.
"Eat. I will take care of her. I can tell that you are exhausted." I want to object, so that I will be sure that she is alright. But my body insists, and I know I will not be able to help if I am also ill. I look at her, and feel a tug at my soul as I note her injuries again. Why do I care for her so? Kaede hands me a blanket. "Sleep now." I am suprised that I have eaten the food she gave me already. I feel my eyelids droop, and curl up on the floor. I look at her once more. *I promise.*
* * * *
Inu Yasha
I stare up at him in his battle-form. A huge monster, he stands on two legs, and has a head like a giant lizard, with numerous razor-sharp teeth. In place of arms though, he has at least 100 tentacles which are constantly writhing. His eyes are glowing red, and the three shikon shards in his forhead glittered menacingly. If he can shift forms, how will I kill him? He might just reform into a whole monster again. Well, I think recklessly, we won't find out until we try will we. I raise tesusaiga for a downward slash and charge him. He whips a tentacle towards me, and I slice it off and jump away. Anxiously, I glance at it to see if it will rejoin his body. It doesn't move, and I grin in triumph. Looking back towards Zenshou, I see him examining the stump from which the tentacle was just severed.
"Not bad, for a half-demon." He looks at me again. "I'll have that sword once you're dead. It will make a lovely trophy." I charge at him again, and this time he sends several tetacles whipping towards me. I slice three of them and dodge the rest. Twisting to avoid one of those tentacles, I feel my abdominal wound reopening. Freeing my left hand from the hilt of the sword for a minute, I slice through two more tentacles with my claws. I bound out of range again. Six down. Who knows how many more to go?
I'm not getting anywhere by just slicing off his tentacles. I think angrily. I'm just pestering him. I've got to do some more serious damage. But how? The cold, consuming anger flows through me again. I stick my claws into my wound, soaking them in my own blood. I fling the blood at him.
"Claws of blood!" The blood cuts through several tentacles before dissipating. Zenshou's attention is taken from me for an instant. Right now, that's all I needed. When he looks towards the place I just was, he sees that I am not there. "Here, idiot!" I yell, and he tries to turn to see me. Behind him, I stab the tetsusaiga into his back. He howls in pain and throws me off, the tetsusaiga still imbedded in his back. He looks at me, and I can see the fear in his eyes.
"How are you moving so fast? A mere hanyou should not be able to move as fast as you are right now." He banishes his fear and threatens me. "Now, you are waponless, dog. How do you plan to defeat me now?" Ignoring him, I run at him, slicing and dodging tentacles as I get closer. I know that I am about to defeat him. Then, my senses register a movement. Behind! I manage to turn around, but then his tentacle impales me. I gasp in pain. How had I missed it? He whips his tentacle, and I fly back into a wall. I hit, and feel the bones breaking. I fall forward into some boxes. This must be some kind of old storehouse, I think wearily. I pull myself up weakly. This is not going exactly as I had planned. I put a hand to my stomach, but immediately pull it away, my abdominal wound burning. His blood is all over my hands. It must be acidic. The callused skin on my hands is less affected by it. I take account of my wonds. The stomach wound, reopened and made larger. A few broken ribs, and a nasty bump on the head. I look at Zenshou, then grin ferally. I had done more damage than I thought. He had few remaining tentacles, and one of my claws of blood had grazed the side of his face. The tetsusaiga still protruded from his back, and a small trickle of blood flowed around the blade.
As I look at his face, a plan begins to form in my head. He was getting all his power from those shikon shards. I can't fight like this much longer, otherwise I'll lose alot of blood. I had to separate him from those shards, but that's what he was expecting. This should, no, had to work. I pull tetsusaiga's sheath from my side and hold it in front of me. Then I think of Kagome. I see her smiling gently as she sleeps, and I pictured the first night I spent at her side, while she slept. It had been the night after I had defeated Hiten of the thunder brothers. When I thought she was dead, I had felt a terrible wrenching pain. I had stayed up most of that night, at her side. I was afraid that if I went to sleep, I would wake up and she wouldn't be there. I wanted to protect her. I feel the scabbad as it warms in my hands. The tetsusaiga flies through Zenshou's body, and towards me. Dropping the scabbard, I catch the blade. I charge him and fling claws of blood at him. Then I throw the blade. Zenshou, confused now that he is being attacked from three different directions, panics flailing his tentacles wildly.
The claws of blood cut though the tentacles and impact upon his now visible belly. Five deep cuts appear there. He manages to knock the blade away, but that distraction gave me all the time I needed. I am in his face and, before he realizes it, I have cut the shikon shards from his head. His face registers shock, and he begins to shrink, morphing fluidly. As he reaches three feet tall, he turns into a black newt. I realize now that he was just a simple low-level illusion demon. In his original form, I could have killed him almost instantly. He looks up at me.
"Even if I'm dead, you'll never get her back. And she will nevr know, because you never told her... how much you loved her." I cut his head off. I grab tetsusaiga, and limp over to Kagome's pale body.
"I know."
* * * *
Miroku
I wake up the next morning, and the girl, Sango, is still asleep on the other side of the room. Her face is less flushed, and she is not quite as pale as last night. She really is quite beautiful. My own face grows warm and I sit up, looking for something to do. The fire needs to be stoked. I get out from under my blanket and shiver a bit in the cool morning air. I run to the woodpile right by the door and grab some kindling and a few logs. I cross the room again, and stir up the embers, putting the kindling on top. I see the embers glow orange, and the sunrise gives off that same color of light, as it rises in the sky. The fire begins to crackle, and I put the logs on, watching as they catch flame. I pull my blanket around my shoulders, not wanting to start the day. I sit there for a while, mezmerized by the fire. Then I hear Sango moan softly. I rush to her side, and she looks up at me, a bit dazed.
"Water?" she asks, her voice rough.
"Oh! Of course!" I cross the room again, and fill a clay cup with water. I walk back and sit by her side again. I put my hand under her head, and help her sip the water. When she has had enough, I put her head gently onto the cushion. "Better?" She nods, and looks up at me.
"Are.. are you an angel?" She asks. "Am I dead?" I laugh.
"I am hardly an angel, and you are not dead. I am just a humble servant of Buddha." I smile down at her, and she blushes a bit, self-concious. "Some people would be amazed that you are alive Lady Sango." She starts a bit and looks up at me.
"How do you know my name?" She asks warily. She tenses up nervously.
"You told me." I place a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Last night. You were delirious with fever. I did not expect you to remember. However, you are not in any danger here, so please relax, and refrain from moving. It may make your injuries worse." Removing my hand from her shoulder, I see her sigh deeply. She closes her eyes. We sit like that for a while, the silence akward. Just when I think that she has fallen asleep, she opens her eyes, and tears begin to run down the sides of her face. Shocked, I wonder what's wrong. "Are you alright?" I ask her gently.
"Kohaku... my brother... he's dead. My entire family is dead." She begins to shake with silent sobs. I look at the floor. I don't know what to do. going by instinct, I lift her up and let her cry into my shoulder. After a while, She begins to calm, and I lay her back down. I can hear the village rousing. She looks up at me again, and asks: "Why did you do that?" I had been wondering that myself. I wipe her tears.
"Because you needed it." Standing, I turn towards the door. I hear her begin to call for me, and look over my shoulder, smiling, a warm feeling in my heart. "Don't worry, I'll be back."
* * * *
Kagome
"Kill me?" The tears that are still in my eyes sting a bit, as I look up at Kikyo in shock. "Why?" I look up at her, and I find it hard to believe that this is the Kikyo that Inu Yasha loves. Her eyes are cold and haughty, and though she has holy powers, she seems to be tainted with hate.
"You are a fool, aren't you. You have such an enormous gift, a gift even larger than my own, and you have absolutely no training. That's like waving an unsheathed blade around and hoping you don't hit anyone. If you knew anything about your own powers, you'd know why I need to kill you now." I look up at her. What the heck is she talking about exactly? And what right did she have to go around insulting me? I begin to get angry.
"Well excuse me! It's not like I am Miss perfect! I haven't seen a real preistess since I was two!" My voice is growing louder. "If I had had the chance to train, I would've! What would you know about that anyways! You grew up in a time when everyone would've jumped at the chance to train you." She looks at me coldly.
"I am here because If I destroy your soul, then I will return to your body." She explains as if I were supid. She smiles a bit wickedly. "So, whichever of us leaves here 'alive' Will go back to your body, back, I wager, to Inu Yasha. The other will be destroyed." The thought of Inu Yasha is painful. "And since I am trained and you are not, I think I have a distinct advantage." I stare at her in horror. She strings a arrow to her bow, which she hadn't had until that moment. "However, I will give you one tool to use against me. In this dimension, anything that you imagine will become real. For example;" She closed her eyes. Suddenly, Inu Yasha was there, standing beside her. I stood up slowly, hardly daring to believe that it was him. "See? However, this is not really him." My heart sank. "It is just a mindless puppet, who will do whatever it's creator says. Understand?" I nod, and a pit is in my stomach. "Well then. Let's go."
She fires the arrow, and it flies towards me. Panicked, I just barely ducked in time. I felt it fly right above my head. I broke out in a cold sweat, and stared at a calmly confident Kikyo. I can't let her get to me like this. If I just try and avoid all of her attacks, I'll be dead in no time! I dodged another arrow, thinking fast. I can do anything. Yes! Concentrating, I turned Kikyo's bow into a snake, which she promptly dropped. She looked up, and inclined her head towards me, aknowledging my attack. Suddenly, I dropped into a pit, and was falling. Again I concentrated, and I was flying on top of an enormous bird. It flew sharply upwards, and I was out of the pit. It deposited me on the ground and dissapeared. I stood there, panting. Kikyo smiled.
"Not bad for a beginner." She smiled, still confident. "Now I'm going to get serious."
End
Chapter 6
A/n : YAYYY! I'm so happy I got this finished before I left for my new house! I bet you are too. I'll get chapter seven out ASAP! Did you like the little fluff between Miroku and Sango? Review please! Maybe you could give me ideas for Kikyo and Kagome's fight. Until next time! Ja Ne!
Disclaimer : I own Inu Yasha! Well, a graphic novel.... does that count? !POCKY!
Regrets
Chapter 6
I woke up a few minutes ago, and by the position of the stars, it's early morning. I am starving and freezing. What an idiot I am. Falling asleep naked by a river? Not even a blanket? I must have been tired. I check my clothes, and put them on, though they are slightly damp. Cradling the firecat in my arms, I walk towards the village. I wonder how the girl is. Has she made it? Is she alive? I remembered the waxen look to her features when last I saw her. She had looked like she had been through the worst day of her life. Of course noone enjoys being attacked by demons, but it was as if she had lost her whole family. I felt a chill.
There was a connection betweeen Naraku and that girl though. Why had the saimyoushou been there? I was at first hesitant to use the air rip, because they might have lingered. But I had done it anyway. Why did Naraku want that girl dead? Was she a threat to him? If so, she could be a valuable asset to us in our search. More likely though, Naraku had thought that she was in the way. That would be his style. I punched the nearest tree in frustration, startling a small animal. I wish he was here right now. Then I would defeat him, and be rid of the troubles in my life.
The curse. Must it always come back to this? I look down at my hand, and make a fist. I can feel the opening. I knew that I must produce an heir, but I do not think that I would be able to put my child through the emotional turmoil that I have been through all my life. Would my child be cursed to knowing that he could die any day? Would he be afraid to love or be loved because of his curse? Would the ones I care for be tortured because of my choices.
I saw how Lady Kagome looked at me whenever Naraku was mentioned. I could tell she wanted to take away the pain of others and bear it for them. Was she all right?
Just then I arrived at the village. A light came from Kaede-baba's house. Was she still up tending the girl? I walk swiftly there. Knocking on the door softly, I hear Kaede bid me enter. The girl is flushed and sweating. A fever, most like. Kneeling next to her I recieve a warning glance from the old woman. I glare at her in return. Even I am not so lecherous that I would take advantage of an unconcious woman. I feel her head, which is burning hot. Confused, I look her over. She has a series of deep scratches up one side and arm that are seriously inflamed. That's strange, Kaede knows to clean all the injuries. How could they get infected?
"Kaede?" I call softly, not wanting to disturb the girl.
"Yes, monk?" She calls.
"You did clean all her injuries thoroughly, did you not?" I question, gently examining the wounds.
"Yes. Why?" She begins to get up.
"These lacerations, they look inflamed." I press gently on one, and it begins to bleed again. The girl moans softly. The blood drips onto my hand and it begins to burn. "Poison?" I ask noone in particular. Suddenly the girl latches onto my hand, eyes wide. She is shaking in fear.
"Don't let me die!" I can tell that she is not entirely lucid. "Please! Stay with me!"
"I will." I attempt to calm her by stroking her hair.
"Promise me!" I can tell that she has reopened some of her wounds.
"I promise. Will you please calm down for me?" She settles a bit. The cat wakes, and comes to comfort her as well. It nuzzles her cheek.
"Kirara? Good girl." The girl strokes the small youkai, relaxing. As Kirara curls up against her I try to keep her calm, asking her questions.
"What's your name?" She looks up at me groggily.
"Sango... But I wanna change it."
"To what?"
"Cheesecake." I grin at her, knowing that she is becoming delirious.
"That's lovely. Where are you from Sango?"
"Call me Cheesecake. I'm from a village. We do stuff there." The corner of my mouth twitches a bit. "I like birds."
"Why, I like birds as well Cheesecake!" I lay her back down and pull the blankets over her. "But you can tell me later. Right now, you should get some sleep." She nods drowsily and closes her eyes. As I back away from her now sleeping form, Kaede taps me on the shoulder. I turn, and she hands me a bowl of soup and some bread.
"Eat. I will take care of her. I can tell that you are exhausted." I want to object, so that I will be sure that she is alright. But my body insists, and I know I will not be able to help if I am also ill. I look at her, and feel a tug at my soul as I note her injuries again. Why do I care for her so? Kaede hands me a blanket. "Sleep now." I am suprised that I have eaten the food she gave me already. I feel my eyelids droop, and curl up on the floor. I look at her once more. *I promise.*
* * * *
Inu Yasha
I stare up at him in his battle-form. A huge monster, he stands on two legs, and has a head like a giant lizard, with numerous razor-sharp teeth. In place of arms though, he has at least 100 tentacles which are constantly writhing. His eyes are glowing red, and the three shikon shards in his forhead glittered menacingly. If he can shift forms, how will I kill him? He might just reform into a whole monster again. Well, I think recklessly, we won't find out until we try will we. I raise tesusaiga for a downward slash and charge him. He whips a tentacle towards me, and I slice it off and jump away. Anxiously, I glance at it to see if it will rejoin his body. It doesn't move, and I grin in triumph. Looking back towards Zenshou, I see him examining the stump from which the tentacle was just severed.
"Not bad, for a half-demon." He looks at me again. "I'll have that sword once you're dead. It will make a lovely trophy." I charge at him again, and this time he sends several tetacles whipping towards me. I slice three of them and dodge the rest. Twisting to avoid one of those tentacles, I feel my abdominal wound reopening. Freeing my left hand from the hilt of the sword for a minute, I slice through two more tentacles with my claws. I bound out of range again. Six down. Who knows how many more to go?
I'm not getting anywhere by just slicing off his tentacles. I think angrily. I'm just pestering him. I've got to do some more serious damage. But how? The cold, consuming anger flows through me again. I stick my claws into my wound, soaking them in my own blood. I fling the blood at him.
"Claws of blood!" The blood cuts through several tentacles before dissipating. Zenshou's attention is taken from me for an instant. Right now, that's all I needed. When he looks towards the place I just was, he sees that I am not there. "Here, idiot!" I yell, and he tries to turn to see me. Behind him, I stab the tetsusaiga into his back. He howls in pain and throws me off, the tetsusaiga still imbedded in his back. He looks at me, and I can see the fear in his eyes.
"How are you moving so fast? A mere hanyou should not be able to move as fast as you are right now." He banishes his fear and threatens me. "Now, you are waponless, dog. How do you plan to defeat me now?" Ignoring him, I run at him, slicing and dodging tentacles as I get closer. I know that I am about to defeat him. Then, my senses register a movement. Behind! I manage to turn around, but then his tentacle impales me. I gasp in pain. How had I missed it? He whips his tentacle, and I fly back into a wall. I hit, and feel the bones breaking. I fall forward into some boxes. This must be some kind of old storehouse, I think wearily. I pull myself up weakly. This is not going exactly as I had planned. I put a hand to my stomach, but immediately pull it away, my abdominal wound burning. His blood is all over my hands. It must be acidic. The callused skin on my hands is less affected by it. I take account of my wonds. The stomach wound, reopened and made larger. A few broken ribs, and a nasty bump on the head. I look at Zenshou, then grin ferally. I had done more damage than I thought. He had few remaining tentacles, and one of my claws of blood had grazed the side of his face. The tetsusaiga still protruded from his back, and a small trickle of blood flowed around the blade.
As I look at his face, a plan begins to form in my head. He was getting all his power from those shikon shards. I can't fight like this much longer, otherwise I'll lose alot of blood. I had to separate him from those shards, but that's what he was expecting. This should, no, had to work. I pull tetsusaiga's sheath from my side and hold it in front of me. Then I think of Kagome. I see her smiling gently as she sleeps, and I pictured the first night I spent at her side, while she slept. It had been the night after I had defeated Hiten of the thunder brothers. When I thought she was dead, I had felt a terrible wrenching pain. I had stayed up most of that night, at her side. I was afraid that if I went to sleep, I would wake up and she wouldn't be there. I wanted to protect her. I feel the scabbad as it warms in my hands. The tetsusaiga flies through Zenshou's body, and towards me. Dropping the scabbard, I catch the blade. I charge him and fling claws of blood at him. Then I throw the blade. Zenshou, confused now that he is being attacked from three different directions, panics flailing his tentacles wildly.
The claws of blood cut though the tentacles and impact upon his now visible belly. Five deep cuts appear there. He manages to knock the blade away, but that distraction gave me all the time I needed. I am in his face and, before he realizes it, I have cut the shikon shards from his head. His face registers shock, and he begins to shrink, morphing fluidly. As he reaches three feet tall, he turns into a black newt. I realize now that he was just a simple low-level illusion demon. In his original form, I could have killed him almost instantly. He looks up at me.
"Even if I'm dead, you'll never get her back. And she will nevr know, because you never told her... how much you loved her." I cut his head off. I grab tetsusaiga, and limp over to Kagome's pale body.
"I know."
* * * *
Miroku
I wake up the next morning, and the girl, Sango, is still asleep on the other side of the room. Her face is less flushed, and she is not quite as pale as last night. She really is quite beautiful. My own face grows warm and I sit up, looking for something to do. The fire needs to be stoked. I get out from under my blanket and shiver a bit in the cool morning air. I run to the woodpile right by the door and grab some kindling and a few logs. I cross the room again, and stir up the embers, putting the kindling on top. I see the embers glow orange, and the sunrise gives off that same color of light, as it rises in the sky. The fire begins to crackle, and I put the logs on, watching as they catch flame. I pull my blanket around my shoulders, not wanting to start the day. I sit there for a while, mezmerized by the fire. Then I hear Sango moan softly. I rush to her side, and she looks up at me, a bit dazed.
"Water?" she asks, her voice rough.
"Oh! Of course!" I cross the room again, and fill a clay cup with water. I walk back and sit by her side again. I put my hand under her head, and help her sip the water. When she has had enough, I put her head gently onto the cushion. "Better?" She nods, and looks up at me.
"Are.. are you an angel?" She asks. "Am I dead?" I laugh.
"I am hardly an angel, and you are not dead. I am just a humble servant of Buddha." I smile down at her, and she blushes a bit, self-concious. "Some people would be amazed that you are alive Lady Sango." She starts a bit and looks up at me.
"How do you know my name?" She asks warily. She tenses up nervously.
"You told me." I place a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Last night. You were delirious with fever. I did not expect you to remember. However, you are not in any danger here, so please relax, and refrain from moving. It may make your injuries worse." Removing my hand from her shoulder, I see her sigh deeply. She closes her eyes. We sit like that for a while, the silence akward. Just when I think that she has fallen asleep, she opens her eyes, and tears begin to run down the sides of her face. Shocked, I wonder what's wrong. "Are you alright?" I ask her gently.
"Kohaku... my brother... he's dead. My entire family is dead." She begins to shake with silent sobs. I look at the floor. I don't know what to do. going by instinct, I lift her up and let her cry into my shoulder. After a while, She begins to calm, and I lay her back down. I can hear the village rousing. She looks up at me again, and asks: "Why did you do that?" I had been wondering that myself. I wipe her tears.
"Because you needed it." Standing, I turn towards the door. I hear her begin to call for me, and look over my shoulder, smiling, a warm feeling in my heart. "Don't worry, I'll be back."
* * * *
Kagome
"Kill me?" The tears that are still in my eyes sting a bit, as I look up at Kikyo in shock. "Why?" I look up at her, and I find it hard to believe that this is the Kikyo that Inu Yasha loves. Her eyes are cold and haughty, and though she has holy powers, she seems to be tainted with hate.
"You are a fool, aren't you. You have such an enormous gift, a gift even larger than my own, and you have absolutely no training. That's like waving an unsheathed blade around and hoping you don't hit anyone. If you knew anything about your own powers, you'd know why I need to kill you now." I look up at her. What the heck is she talking about exactly? And what right did she have to go around insulting me? I begin to get angry.
"Well excuse me! It's not like I am Miss perfect! I haven't seen a real preistess since I was two!" My voice is growing louder. "If I had had the chance to train, I would've! What would you know about that anyways! You grew up in a time when everyone would've jumped at the chance to train you." She looks at me coldly.
"I am here because If I destroy your soul, then I will return to your body." She explains as if I were supid. She smiles a bit wickedly. "So, whichever of us leaves here 'alive' Will go back to your body, back, I wager, to Inu Yasha. The other will be destroyed." The thought of Inu Yasha is painful. "And since I am trained and you are not, I think I have a distinct advantage." I stare at her in horror. She strings a arrow to her bow, which she hadn't had until that moment. "However, I will give you one tool to use against me. In this dimension, anything that you imagine will become real. For example;" She closed her eyes. Suddenly, Inu Yasha was there, standing beside her. I stood up slowly, hardly daring to believe that it was him. "See? However, this is not really him." My heart sank. "It is just a mindless puppet, who will do whatever it's creator says. Understand?" I nod, and a pit is in my stomach. "Well then. Let's go."
She fires the arrow, and it flies towards me. Panicked, I just barely ducked in time. I felt it fly right above my head. I broke out in a cold sweat, and stared at a calmly confident Kikyo. I can't let her get to me like this. If I just try and avoid all of her attacks, I'll be dead in no time! I dodged another arrow, thinking fast. I can do anything. Yes! Concentrating, I turned Kikyo's bow into a snake, which she promptly dropped. She looked up, and inclined her head towards me, aknowledging my attack. Suddenly, I dropped into a pit, and was falling. Again I concentrated, and I was flying on top of an enormous bird. It flew sharply upwards, and I was out of the pit. It deposited me on the ground and dissapeared. I stood there, panting. Kikyo smiled.
"Not bad for a beginner." She smiled, still confident. "Now I'm going to get serious."
End
Chapter 6
A/n : YAYYY! I'm so happy I got this finished before I left for my new house! I bet you are too. I'll get chapter seven out ASAP! Did you like the little fluff between Miroku and Sango? Review please! Maybe you could give me ideas for Kikyo and Kagome's fight. Until next time! Ja Ne!
