Fateful Curse
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Inuyasha or any of these original characters in my story, sadly. Lucky Rumiko Takahashi does though. Aishiteru Inuyasha and Sesshomaru and all! Love you bunches, love you tons! I do own Otaki-seisui and Okibi-shashu, however. They are mine! I made those two!
I haven't updated in a while but forgive me! Birthday parties have been happening. Friends and special occasions have also come up! ^_^ PLEASE forgive me! I introduced TWO new characters to this story. That should make up for it!
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Read and review! ENJOY!
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*Last chapter:
Miroku ignored what Sango was telling him 'cause something inside him told him to look over to his right and he trusted his intuition and instincts, so he did. He saw a bright red flash of something zoom across the air, heading directly at Sango. As it was getting closer and closer, Miroku knew he had to do something before that object ended his companion's life. Everything afterwards started happening as if it was in slow motion.
Before he knew what he was doing, he jumped up off the ground and launched his body at Sango. He felt that flying object scrape across his back while he was in mid-air. He winced in pain but he landed on top of the softness of Sango's body. Miroku looked down and noticed Sango was falling into the dark world of unconsciousness.
*Chapter Three: Survival of the Fittest
Miroku's Point of View and Thoughts
::Damn it! What the hell was that thing?:: Miroku looked around and noticed an arrow stuck in a pine tree behind them. He looked back down at Sango seeing a gash on her forehead. ::Damn me! I couldn't protect her!:: Miroku then noticed he was lying on top of Sango's body. He slightly blushed but quickly got off so he wouldn't crush her.
Miroku looked around cautiously, getting off the ground to walk over to the tree where that arrow was stuck in. Still peering around and keeping a close eye on Sango, he reached out his left curse-less hand to feel for the arrow. When he grasped it, an electric shock poured into his body. He let go with surprise and pain, examining his hand. ::A little burnt but okay. What was that? Is there a spell on it?::
As Miroku was searching the mystified arrow, he noticed a red bird's feather was attached to the end. ::Looks like a falcon feather:: He suddenly sensed something in the air. Something tainted with much evil was close, too close. ::Is it Naraku?:: He looked around, peering and checking the forest around him and Sango. His gaze caught another red flash but this time- it was coming at him- VERY fast! He didn't have any time to move out of the arrow's direct path of fire and it struck him right in his left shoulder.
Miroku cried out in pain and tried to grasp the arrow to pull it out. It was burning his flesh. The arrow was enchanted like the other. As he grasped the arrow, it shocked him. He pulled his left hand back from the cause of the pain. The arrow was burning him even more. He decided that the shock from the enchanted arrow was more bearable than this burning sensation in his shoulder. He took hold of the arrow but as it shocked him, he didn't let go. Miroku started pulling on the arrow, which was still burning and shocking him at every moment. It was lodged very deep in his flesh. He groaned and cried out in pain many times but he finally got the intruding object out of him. The enchanted burning arrow was glowing a bright scarlet color. He quickly broke it in half and threw the remains onto the forest floor. He placed his hand on top of his wound. He glared at the cursed arrow and turned his gaze to where the arrow had come from in the first place.
Out in the distance stood a tall, slender woman. She looked about 17 or 16 and she stood proud with a bow in her hands. Another red falcon feather rested on the top of her bow. Her golden eyes glared down at Miroku with a cold, hateful look. Her long, wavy, waist-length dark auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders and gleamed with the morning sun. Miroku stared up at her, dumbfounded. ::A demon? Why in hell is she attacking us?::
Without any warning, she stood in front of him, just a few feet away, challenging with her eyes to try and do anything to harm her. Miroku got a good look at her then. She had two red lightning-shaped stripes across her left cheek. Her fair light skin was flawless. On her two elf ears, that reminded him of Sesshomaru, were a pair of red falcon feather earrings. Her golden eyes had specks of orange and scarlet. Part of her right eye was covered with her long, wavy hair. Her lips were full and the shade of a red rose in bloom. A gold choker was wrapped around her skinny neck.
She was wearing a midnight black vest over a tight, long sleeved crimson dragon skin shirt. She looked toned and a bit muscular. She had on large onyx-colored pants that were similar to Kikyo's. A gold chain was around her waist to hold up her pants. It looked pure gold like her choker. Dark scarlet sandals completed her assemble.
Miroku almost faltered at her appearance. She was a vision of perfection like a goddess, who was not of this world but from something a lot better. She seemed to glow with the radiance of her amazing beauty. Only problem was that her heart and her gaze was filled with hatred and fire. A fire that was burning and fueled on the power of evil.
"Do you have the Shikon no Tama monk?" Her voice was like ice. Cold, remote, aloof, distant, icy. Where was her fire?
Miroku seemed to have lost his voice while staring at this woman in front of him. ::What does she want with the jewel?:: She was standing proud and tall with power. Her face scrunched up in annoyance and disgust. She was getting very impatient. She reached inside her vest and pulled out a shiny metal object with a red falcon feather attached at the base. Miroku quickly registered in his mind that it was a dagger, meaning to kill him. ::Uh oh. This isn't too good, now is it::
"Answer me or I shall be forced to slice your throat. I have no pity on people like you, monk." She raised the dagger up, pointing it at Miroku. "NOW, do you have the jewel or not?!" Fire seemed to shoot from her eyes. Her voice changed from aloof and calm to hatred and evil.
Miroku thought now was a good a time as any, so he shook his head left and right so fast he was getting a headache.
The woman in front of him got more upset and her features on her face darkened. Her eyes shined with hatred and anger. She turned her gaze away from Miroku and peered down at her dagger. She stared and her eyes started to glow a bright red like her arrow had done earlier this morning. As if she was willing the dagger to do what she wanted, she made it grow. It no longer was a tiny dagger, but a long sharp sword to do as she pleased with. Abruptly, she turned her gaze to Miroku with her face tainted with evil and still glowing eyes. She spoke. "Damn you! You don't serve a purpose to me, so DIE and ROT in hell!!"
With that, she lunged at Miroku, prepared to kill him with one blow to the heart. Miroku wasn't prepared enough for her attack and tried to pull up his right arm, to pull her into the endless void in his hand, but thought against it. ::If it's my time to die, I shall die:: At the last moment as Miroku waited for that soul-stealing blow to come, a whip came out of the forest and wrapped itself around the sword. It pulled the sword out of the woman's grip, which made the sword turn back to the tiny dagger as it was before. The whip pulled back taking the dagger with it.
The owner of the whip stepped out of the forest and into both the woman's and Miroku's sight. It was another woman and she looked similar to the other except she was different, a lot different yet the same. She was holding up the dagger that belongs to the other.
She was small and slender and appeared to be 17 or 16. She had elf ears with dark blue falcon feather earrings. She had a pair of smoky gray- silver eyes with specks of dark and sky blue. Full pinks lips and high cheekbones too. Two lightning-shaped dark blue stripes across the right side of her cheek were like the other woman's. Her hair was also waist- length and wavy but it was light sky blue. Instead of fair skin like the other woman's, she had tan skin. A silver choker was wrapped around her tiny neck.
Her silver-colored vest was worn over her tight-long-sleeved dark sapphire dragon skin shirt. She also had large cloud white pants that were like Kikyo's and the other woman's. A silver chain held her pants where they were. It looked pure silver like her choker. Her sky blue sandals looked very comfortable. ::Another demon?::
Miroku could sense no evil around her. She seemed pure and angelic, a true goddess. Her heart was clean with good intentions, unlike the other woman's. She didn't seem selfish. She was simply good and true. She spoke up and broke Miroku out of his thoughts.
"Still killing random people, Okibi-shashu? Or do you still have your reasons for this nonsense?" She tossed the dagger to the ground, in front of the other woman's feet. She sounded angry but her voice was also filled with pity and sadness. Miroku wondered about the other's name. ::Okibi- shashu? Who would name their offspring blazing fire archer? Of course, it does suit her well I admit::
"Otaki-seisui! Don't call me that! You don't belong here! Get away and leave me be!" Okibi-shashu's eyes were blazing with angry and hatred that was all directed for Otaki-seisui. Miroku thought about the other's name. ::Otaki-seisui means cascade pure water. That's kind of a weird name. Different though::
"Don't call you what? Your name? Okibi, stop this! What's wrong with you?! Don't you understand peace and forgiveness?! Leave this monk be! He doesn't deserve your slaughtering!" Otaki-seisui was very mad indeed at Okibi's desire to kill innocent people's lives. (A/N: Okibi is the red-haired woman. Otaki-seisui is the light blue haired woman. Don't mix them up! They are WAY different)
"DON'T call me THAT name!" Her eyes burned with rage and started glowing the bright red color. The dagger started glowing from the ground. It started floating in the air and landed in Okibi's palm. She grasped the dagger tightly and made it grow back to the sharp long sword. "GET out of HERE or I shall be forced to fight YOU, Otaki, to the DEATH! DON'T THINK I WON'T!"
"Don't do this! There's other ways to settle things! Why is fighting the only option for you?" Otaki raised her voice to Okibi. She pulled out her own dagger with a dark blue falcon feather at the base. She made it grow until it was the same size as Okibi's sword.
"Prepare for YOUR death Otaki!" Okibi ran straight, sword clasped in both her hands. She let out a war cry. Her sword hit Otaki's with a loud high- pitched 'cling' that rang throughout the forest. Sword clashed against sword in this heated battles, neither wanted to give up on this fight until it was over. As the fight raged on, Otaki tried to convince her opponent to stop with her killing madness and make peace with the world and its people. Okibi wouldn't listen to her, she just fought and tried to find a way to get the upper hand in this battle.
Miroku took this time to race over to Sango's body. He checked her neck and wrist for a pulse and found one. It was strong so he was sure she was fine. He needed to get her out of here before something happened to them. He didn't want to get in the middle of those spirited women's battle; he had to take care of Sango.
He picked her up as best as he could. He still had to be careful with his wound on his shoulder. It still burned like hell but first was first. He needed to find them shelter of some kind. He turned back around to face the two women. The woman named Otaki was surrounded and glowed a bright white light. Her eyes were gleaming the same sky blue color as her hair. She was chanting something over and over. Her voice started to raise as she spoke more and more of the familiar words.
"I call to the heavens to bring me some faith. Bring me faith! Connect me to you! Nyuuyoku ware oite goshujin sanshou kyou sakae!" Miroku looked up to the sky and saw the clouds start to form. The sky was getting more cloudy every second and a fog was starting to set in. Sunlight shined down from the sky and shined onto Otaki's form, bathing her in the warm heat of the light. A little raindrop fell onto the tip of Miroku's nose. He wiped it away with irritation. ::Not now::
As if someone dropped a bucket of water out of nowhere, the rain just started pouring, hard. They rain was getting them all soaked and cold with rainwater, except for Otaki who was heated with the sun's rays. Rain hit everyone with its wet drops but her.
Miroku's arm started to sting worse as those raindrops fell heavily onto his left shoulder. He turned his back on the two women and walked into the forest looking for some shelter of some kind for Sango and himself. The fog and rain was only going to delay them from finding any type of warmth and comfort for the day and night. How long was this storm going to last?
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Well that wraps up the third chapter. Hope you liked it. I know I told you it would be fluffy but I'm saving it for next chapter. PLEASE DON'T KILL OR FLAME ME! They will be alone. ^.~ I just wanted to get some action into the story right now. It's still kind of short but I tried to make this chapter longer than the last. It's around 1:45 AM right now and I'm tired. I'm supposed to go to Wet & Wild today and well, I might be too tired to go. -.-* Maybe the cold water there will wake me up!
Alright, you read this so review!! I'll be waiting for them! By the way, if you like this story, check out my other ones too! Sorry if there was any spelling errors! Hopefully you understood me!
'Nyuuyoku ware oite goshujin sanshou kyou sakae' means 'Bathe me in your praise and glory'.
-Heather Christi ^_^
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Inuyasha or any of these original characters in my story, sadly. Lucky Rumiko Takahashi does though. Aishiteru Inuyasha and Sesshomaru and all! Love you bunches, love you tons! I do own Otaki-seisui and Okibi-shashu, however. They are mine! I made those two!
I haven't updated in a while but forgive me! Birthday parties have been happening. Friends and special occasions have also come up! ^_^ PLEASE forgive me! I introduced TWO new characters to this story. That should make up for it!
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Read and review! ENJOY!
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*Last chapter:
Miroku ignored what Sango was telling him 'cause something inside him told him to look over to his right and he trusted his intuition and instincts, so he did. He saw a bright red flash of something zoom across the air, heading directly at Sango. As it was getting closer and closer, Miroku knew he had to do something before that object ended his companion's life. Everything afterwards started happening as if it was in slow motion.
Before he knew what he was doing, he jumped up off the ground and launched his body at Sango. He felt that flying object scrape across his back while he was in mid-air. He winced in pain but he landed on top of the softness of Sango's body. Miroku looked down and noticed Sango was falling into the dark world of unconsciousness.
*Chapter Three: Survival of the Fittest
Miroku's Point of View and Thoughts
::Damn it! What the hell was that thing?:: Miroku looked around and noticed an arrow stuck in a pine tree behind them. He looked back down at Sango seeing a gash on her forehead. ::Damn me! I couldn't protect her!:: Miroku then noticed he was lying on top of Sango's body. He slightly blushed but quickly got off so he wouldn't crush her.
Miroku looked around cautiously, getting off the ground to walk over to the tree where that arrow was stuck in. Still peering around and keeping a close eye on Sango, he reached out his left curse-less hand to feel for the arrow. When he grasped it, an electric shock poured into his body. He let go with surprise and pain, examining his hand. ::A little burnt but okay. What was that? Is there a spell on it?::
As Miroku was searching the mystified arrow, he noticed a red bird's feather was attached to the end. ::Looks like a falcon feather:: He suddenly sensed something in the air. Something tainted with much evil was close, too close. ::Is it Naraku?:: He looked around, peering and checking the forest around him and Sango. His gaze caught another red flash but this time- it was coming at him- VERY fast! He didn't have any time to move out of the arrow's direct path of fire and it struck him right in his left shoulder.
Miroku cried out in pain and tried to grasp the arrow to pull it out. It was burning his flesh. The arrow was enchanted like the other. As he grasped the arrow, it shocked him. He pulled his left hand back from the cause of the pain. The arrow was burning him even more. He decided that the shock from the enchanted arrow was more bearable than this burning sensation in his shoulder. He took hold of the arrow but as it shocked him, he didn't let go. Miroku started pulling on the arrow, which was still burning and shocking him at every moment. It was lodged very deep in his flesh. He groaned and cried out in pain many times but he finally got the intruding object out of him. The enchanted burning arrow was glowing a bright scarlet color. He quickly broke it in half and threw the remains onto the forest floor. He placed his hand on top of his wound. He glared at the cursed arrow and turned his gaze to where the arrow had come from in the first place.
Out in the distance stood a tall, slender woman. She looked about 17 or 16 and she stood proud with a bow in her hands. Another red falcon feather rested on the top of her bow. Her golden eyes glared down at Miroku with a cold, hateful look. Her long, wavy, waist-length dark auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders and gleamed with the morning sun. Miroku stared up at her, dumbfounded. ::A demon? Why in hell is she attacking us?::
Without any warning, she stood in front of him, just a few feet away, challenging with her eyes to try and do anything to harm her. Miroku got a good look at her then. She had two red lightning-shaped stripes across her left cheek. Her fair light skin was flawless. On her two elf ears, that reminded him of Sesshomaru, were a pair of red falcon feather earrings. Her golden eyes had specks of orange and scarlet. Part of her right eye was covered with her long, wavy hair. Her lips were full and the shade of a red rose in bloom. A gold choker was wrapped around her skinny neck.
She was wearing a midnight black vest over a tight, long sleeved crimson dragon skin shirt. She looked toned and a bit muscular. She had on large onyx-colored pants that were similar to Kikyo's. A gold chain was around her waist to hold up her pants. It looked pure gold like her choker. Dark scarlet sandals completed her assemble.
Miroku almost faltered at her appearance. She was a vision of perfection like a goddess, who was not of this world but from something a lot better. She seemed to glow with the radiance of her amazing beauty. Only problem was that her heart and her gaze was filled with hatred and fire. A fire that was burning and fueled on the power of evil.
"Do you have the Shikon no Tama monk?" Her voice was like ice. Cold, remote, aloof, distant, icy. Where was her fire?
Miroku seemed to have lost his voice while staring at this woman in front of him. ::What does she want with the jewel?:: She was standing proud and tall with power. Her face scrunched up in annoyance and disgust. She was getting very impatient. She reached inside her vest and pulled out a shiny metal object with a red falcon feather attached at the base. Miroku quickly registered in his mind that it was a dagger, meaning to kill him. ::Uh oh. This isn't too good, now is it::
"Answer me or I shall be forced to slice your throat. I have no pity on people like you, monk." She raised the dagger up, pointing it at Miroku. "NOW, do you have the jewel or not?!" Fire seemed to shoot from her eyes. Her voice changed from aloof and calm to hatred and evil.
Miroku thought now was a good a time as any, so he shook his head left and right so fast he was getting a headache.
The woman in front of him got more upset and her features on her face darkened. Her eyes shined with hatred and anger. She turned her gaze away from Miroku and peered down at her dagger. She stared and her eyes started to glow a bright red like her arrow had done earlier this morning. As if she was willing the dagger to do what she wanted, she made it grow. It no longer was a tiny dagger, but a long sharp sword to do as she pleased with. Abruptly, she turned her gaze to Miroku with her face tainted with evil and still glowing eyes. She spoke. "Damn you! You don't serve a purpose to me, so DIE and ROT in hell!!"
With that, she lunged at Miroku, prepared to kill him with one blow to the heart. Miroku wasn't prepared enough for her attack and tried to pull up his right arm, to pull her into the endless void in his hand, but thought against it. ::If it's my time to die, I shall die:: At the last moment as Miroku waited for that soul-stealing blow to come, a whip came out of the forest and wrapped itself around the sword. It pulled the sword out of the woman's grip, which made the sword turn back to the tiny dagger as it was before. The whip pulled back taking the dagger with it.
The owner of the whip stepped out of the forest and into both the woman's and Miroku's sight. It was another woman and she looked similar to the other except she was different, a lot different yet the same. She was holding up the dagger that belongs to the other.
She was small and slender and appeared to be 17 or 16. She had elf ears with dark blue falcon feather earrings. She had a pair of smoky gray- silver eyes with specks of dark and sky blue. Full pinks lips and high cheekbones too. Two lightning-shaped dark blue stripes across the right side of her cheek were like the other woman's. Her hair was also waist- length and wavy but it was light sky blue. Instead of fair skin like the other woman's, she had tan skin. A silver choker was wrapped around her tiny neck.
Her silver-colored vest was worn over her tight-long-sleeved dark sapphire dragon skin shirt. She also had large cloud white pants that were like Kikyo's and the other woman's. A silver chain held her pants where they were. It looked pure silver like her choker. Her sky blue sandals looked very comfortable. ::Another demon?::
Miroku could sense no evil around her. She seemed pure and angelic, a true goddess. Her heart was clean with good intentions, unlike the other woman's. She didn't seem selfish. She was simply good and true. She spoke up and broke Miroku out of his thoughts.
"Still killing random people, Okibi-shashu? Or do you still have your reasons for this nonsense?" She tossed the dagger to the ground, in front of the other woman's feet. She sounded angry but her voice was also filled with pity and sadness. Miroku wondered about the other's name. ::Okibi- shashu? Who would name their offspring blazing fire archer? Of course, it does suit her well I admit::
"Otaki-seisui! Don't call me that! You don't belong here! Get away and leave me be!" Okibi-shashu's eyes were blazing with angry and hatred that was all directed for Otaki-seisui. Miroku thought about the other's name. ::Otaki-seisui means cascade pure water. That's kind of a weird name. Different though::
"Don't call you what? Your name? Okibi, stop this! What's wrong with you?! Don't you understand peace and forgiveness?! Leave this monk be! He doesn't deserve your slaughtering!" Otaki-seisui was very mad indeed at Okibi's desire to kill innocent people's lives. (A/N: Okibi is the red-haired woman. Otaki-seisui is the light blue haired woman. Don't mix them up! They are WAY different)
"DON'T call me THAT name!" Her eyes burned with rage and started glowing the bright red color. The dagger started glowing from the ground. It started floating in the air and landed in Okibi's palm. She grasped the dagger tightly and made it grow back to the sharp long sword. "GET out of HERE or I shall be forced to fight YOU, Otaki, to the DEATH! DON'T THINK I WON'T!"
"Don't do this! There's other ways to settle things! Why is fighting the only option for you?" Otaki raised her voice to Okibi. She pulled out her own dagger with a dark blue falcon feather at the base. She made it grow until it was the same size as Okibi's sword.
"Prepare for YOUR death Otaki!" Okibi ran straight, sword clasped in both her hands. She let out a war cry. Her sword hit Otaki's with a loud high- pitched 'cling' that rang throughout the forest. Sword clashed against sword in this heated battles, neither wanted to give up on this fight until it was over. As the fight raged on, Otaki tried to convince her opponent to stop with her killing madness and make peace with the world and its people. Okibi wouldn't listen to her, she just fought and tried to find a way to get the upper hand in this battle.
Miroku took this time to race over to Sango's body. He checked her neck and wrist for a pulse and found one. It was strong so he was sure she was fine. He needed to get her out of here before something happened to them. He didn't want to get in the middle of those spirited women's battle; he had to take care of Sango.
He picked her up as best as he could. He still had to be careful with his wound on his shoulder. It still burned like hell but first was first. He needed to find them shelter of some kind. He turned back around to face the two women. The woman named Otaki was surrounded and glowed a bright white light. Her eyes were gleaming the same sky blue color as her hair. She was chanting something over and over. Her voice started to raise as she spoke more and more of the familiar words.
"I call to the heavens to bring me some faith. Bring me faith! Connect me to you! Nyuuyoku ware oite goshujin sanshou kyou sakae!" Miroku looked up to the sky and saw the clouds start to form. The sky was getting more cloudy every second and a fog was starting to set in. Sunlight shined down from the sky and shined onto Otaki's form, bathing her in the warm heat of the light. A little raindrop fell onto the tip of Miroku's nose. He wiped it away with irritation. ::Not now::
As if someone dropped a bucket of water out of nowhere, the rain just started pouring, hard. They rain was getting them all soaked and cold with rainwater, except for Otaki who was heated with the sun's rays. Rain hit everyone with its wet drops but her.
Miroku's arm started to sting worse as those raindrops fell heavily onto his left shoulder. He turned his back on the two women and walked into the forest looking for some shelter of some kind for Sango and himself. The fog and rain was only going to delay them from finding any type of warmth and comfort for the day and night. How long was this storm going to last?
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Well that wraps up the third chapter. Hope you liked it. I know I told you it would be fluffy but I'm saving it for next chapter. PLEASE DON'T KILL OR FLAME ME! They will be alone. ^.~ I just wanted to get some action into the story right now. It's still kind of short but I tried to make this chapter longer than the last. It's around 1:45 AM right now and I'm tired. I'm supposed to go to Wet & Wild today and well, I might be too tired to go. -.-* Maybe the cold water there will wake me up!
Alright, you read this so review!! I'll be waiting for them! By the way, if you like this story, check out my other ones too! Sorry if there was any spelling errors! Hopefully you understood me!
'Nyuuyoku ware oite goshujin sanshou kyou sakae' means 'Bathe me in your praise and glory'.
-Heather Christi ^_^