Fateful Curse by Heather Christi
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Inuyasha but I do own my own characters I make up and I OWN MY SESSY (in my dreams and thoughts). DON'T SUE! I still have my handy duck Quackers here! ::big yellow duck quacks in the background::
Here is the 8th chapter! Whoohoo! This is the first story I started and probably the first one I will finish! This is also coming to an end sadly in about 3 or 5 something chapters. Soon, very soon. I love you all reviewers and readers!
::thoughts:: ENJOY!
Chapter Eight: Playing in the Woods
They turned towards the wooden door of the cabin and stepped out into the darkened world of starry nights. This was going to be one of the toughest and most brutal fights of their lives.
Miroku stared out into the forest, letting his adjust to the dark and damp unfamiliar place. He clutched his staff harder and readied his fighting demon wards to protect him in this battle. He made sure to keep his left hand near his cursed right hand just in case it was needed for this difficult battle. Luckily his shoulder had been healed magically by the new woman who had seemed to join their party so now he could move better than before this time.
Sango had her trusty boomerang slung over her right shoulder and was ready to aim and throw it at the enemy at any time during this match between all four of them. Her sword had been sharpened a few days ago and it was ready for use. Usually she had Kilala to back her up and assist her in her need of help during a battle but this time she was accompanied by the mysterious wholesome woman named Otaki-seisui and her companion the perverted, but loyal, priest Miroku.
Otaki was determined to be the victor in this match. She had out her birthright Whip of Water and she had a couple of daggers here and there on the inside of her silver dragon-skin vest. Otaki was also loaded with lots of tricks up her sleeves which she was popularly known for. She possessed her magic and her gift to call to the Gods for help and luck. Her wavy sky blue hair flew out behind her and teased the wind with its silky thick strands. Her smoky gray-silver eyes glowed and her pure solid silver choker shined with the moonlight's gleam. The specks of the different shades of blue flickered in her eyes and she had an even more mysterious aura than before.
Before any of their eyes could fully adjust to the change of light coming from the wooden cabin and into the darkness, a cold, strong, and emotionless voice spoke loud seeming to come from all different directions around them, disguising where the owner of the voice truly was in the damp forest.
"So you have join them, have you? You don't think yourself strong enough to defeat me alone, do you? You don't have enough guts to face me by yourself like my mother had faced yours. You can't take my strength."
Miroku and Sango looked around cluelessly for any signs of the woman speaking to them all around. Otaki just stared up into the trees ahead, glaring dangerously. Her smoky eyes glowed blue with anger and her hand clutching the Whip of Water tightened and her left hand curled into a fist at her side. Her knuckles were turning white under the pressure of the strain Otaki put on them.
"Okibi!!" Otaki yelled out. "I can take anything you throw at me! But you've got it all wrong! My mother didn't go after yours! Yours attacked my mother for the position of the head of our tribe!!"
"SILENCE!! I will not tolerate your insolence Otaki!!" The woman's voice filled with such fury surrounded them very loudly. "You speak nothing but lies of your mother's deception! I know the truth and you cannot convince me otherwise of what I know!!" Okibi's harsh voice echoed and bounced off all the rough surfaces in the damp forest.
An arrow whizzed down with lightning speed from the sky, barely missing Otaki's right arm that was holding onto her birthright whip. The arrow stuck to the forest's floor and it was flaming at Otaki's small feet. She acted as if nothing had happened to her at all. Both Miroku and Sango stared at the burning arrow stuck into the ground forcefully. They looked up; expecting to see an angry figure hovering over them but their eyes only met the darkness of the sky and the tall pine trees of the forest.
"Come and find me Otaki and you shall get your precious battle!! I will be waiting impatiently, not for long," spat the cold-hearted woman from somewhere around them.
"Well, we better find her quickly before she decides to attack us again," Sango stated after a moment of silence and thought, glancing back and forth from Miroku to Otaki. They both nodded at her and they quietly headed their separate ways to find the waiting woman.
Miroku headed in the left direction while Sango headed right and Otaki decided to head downwind behind the cabin, deeper into the forest. He walked a couple yards and he caught the scent of burning pine in his nostrils. The monk started running towards the scent and as he ran, the scent grew stronger and smoke clogged up into his throat, making him want to gag. He came across a clearing in the middle of the forest and looked around.
Miroku could barely make out anything with the heavy smoke blocking his sight but he could see the outlines of the tall grass he stood in and a small outline of a pond off to the right. He coughed up some smoke stuck in his lungs and heaved it out of his system. The monk heard something off to his left and quickly turned to face that direction, hoping not to meet the woman from earlier this morning. He clutched his staff tighter and swept the air in front the direction he was facing a few times just to check for an enemy. ::Nothing there::
The smoke suddenly cleared from the area he was standing in. He looked around curiously. He mustn't have known that curiosity killed the cat; monk in this case. Something hot and sharp pierced the skin on his right arm near his cursed hand. Miroku called out in pain and dropped his staff to clutch hold of his wound in his lower arm. It felt like it out burning in his wound. He stared down and examined his damages. It was burnt and it looked like it might scar. It wasn't bleeding heavy and it didn't hurt much except for the burning. The monk glared out into the field and in front standing up from the ground was a flaming golden war arrow with a fairly large red falcon feather attached.
A husky laugh sounded around him, seeming to invade his personal space. The sound sent chills up his spine and the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. His palm started to sweat and he readied his left hand to bring out the demon wards underneath his robes if he needed to. He gently reached down to the ground to pick up his staff but something swooped past him and retracted his hand back in surprise. He stared around for a moment as the laughing ceased to nothing and all he heard was the faint sound of the blowing wind. It was only teasing him!
Miroku searched around with his eyes to catch a glimpse of anything out of the ordinary. He only spotted a red bird sitting on a branch of the pine tree in front of him. It stared back into his violet eyes with its yellow orbs before it turned away and flew off. He quickly picked up his staff off the ground and left to find Sango and Otaki. Maybe they were having more luck than he was.
The demon huntress ended up in a field too but it wasn't filled with a pond and tall grass. Her field was nothing but dirt and dead pine tree stumps. She took a step forward and braced herself for anything. She held her boomerang with her right hand behind her back and started walking forward timidly and cautiously. Sango watched her footing and noticed little markings on the ground. She bent lower and read the tiny markings which appeared to be Japanese lettering.
"Ki kirikabu raibu. Ukiyo firu ru-tsu. Ryou itazuki." ::What does that mean? What about tree stumps? Wait a minute. Is this ancient magic Miroku was telling me about a few days ago. I guess I should have paid attention::
Too deep in her thoughts, Sango never noticed the snap of twigs and the dust of the rusty dirt that flew by her. She never noticed the glowing of the tree stumps around her. All she noticed was the lettering on the grounds. That is until she felt something hard and rough cut into her ankle and hold her upside down in the air.
"Whoa!" She called out feebly. She managed to drop her boomerang that would have been quite helpful at the moment. Sango took her sharpen sword out of its sheath and cut the object hanging her in the air. She dropped not too lightly onto the hard dirt. Sango recovered quickly and stood up of the ground. The demon huntress gasped and stared amazed at the 'thing' that had held her upside down.
It was one of the rotten mossy tree stumps on the sides of her. It was glowing bright green like it had been enchanted. Carved on the front of the stump looked somewhat like a wooden face, complete with a nose and mouth. Its roots were covered with the underground dirt from below but they were now removed out of the ground and free to roam around as it pleased. ::What in Kami-sama's name is that?!::
Without another thought, the stump swung at her feet planning to knock her over but Sango jumped up and avoided the attack easily. She brought her sharpened sword down on the stump hard, cutting into the wood and leaving a very noticeable dent. Sango jumped back away from the stump and watched as the stump let out a screeching howl of pain. The demon huntress dropped her battle sword and held her hands tightly to her ears, trying to drown out the horrible mirror-shattering noise.
The noise stopped and Sango opened her eyes to peer at the lightly glowing tree stump in front of her. The tree stump caught on fire and burned to nothing but ashes. The demon huntress stared astonishingly at the ashes and she felt something circle around her. The 'something' landed on another mossy tree stomp near to her right. It was a red bird, a falcon more precisely. The large red falcon flapped its wings out and called out to the sky. Sango just stared and watched what it would do next. The falcon turned from the sky to meet Sango's gaze and it turned its head at her look. It seemed to look amused by Sango and then it seemed to smirk at her before it jumped into the air. It flapped its wings vigorously to get some air and took off into the damp forest from where it had come.
The demon huntress bent down to grab her sword and headed straight back to the forest. She kicked the ashes in front, sending them into the wind to be carried off to the unknown. ::I better head back and see if Miroku is having any trouble. I hope he's not in danger:: With that, she broke into a run. Her only company was the worried thoughts of her companion rummaging through her head.
The mysterious blue-haired woman named Otaki was carefully watched her fluid steps and looking everywhere, left, right, up, down, behind, for any signs of her former tribe companion. She held onto her whip so tight that her knuckles were hurting under the strain of her pressure. As she walked deeper into the forest, it got darker and damper. The ground was drenched with the rain water from this morning and Otaki could hear the squish as her feet connected with the soft ground.
As she took another step, her face got caught in a newly made spider web. She shook away the spider web in annoyance and wiped the remaining sticky substance on her torn long sleeve. She took another step without her usual caution and she fell into a little hole made by some animal or demon. Otaki fell forward onto her face as her foot got caught. She could feel the cold rain water soaking into her clothes.
"Damn this place! I hate my half-sister! I hope she rots in hell where she belongs!"
"Care to repeat that Otaki," replied a husky voice. Otaki looked up into the scratchy bushes a couple dozen feet in front of her and saw a thin figure emerging. I'll give you one guess who it is.
"So you have found me Otaki. I congratulate you on finding me but you seem to have found me too soon," Okibi spoke. Otaki removed herself from the ground and picked up her Whip of Water that had fallen to the ground when she tripped. She ignored any of the twigs or dirt that was sticking to her clothing or her hair. "This shall be the last time you ever set foot in this forest or in this world for that matter. Prepare to die!!"
Okibi pulled out a long war sword and ran towards Otaki, ready to rid the life from her body.
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I have finished the chapter I have promised! The real battle scene is up next! Prepare for some ass getting kicked! Who do you think will be the victor? Will Sango and Miroku help Otaki out or will they both die in the battle along with Otaki?
I will have the chapter out in about two weeks or less! I just want some reviews! Thanks for everyone who has stuck with this story! I LOVE YOU ALL REVIEWERS!!! By the way, 'Ki kirikabu raibu. Ukiyo firu ru-tsu. Ryou kushin' means 'Tree stump live. Life fill roots. Endure pain'.
-Heather Christi (=^_^=)
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Inuyasha but I do own my own characters I make up and I OWN MY SESSY (in my dreams and thoughts). DON'T SUE! I still have my handy duck Quackers here! ::big yellow duck quacks in the background::
Here is the 8th chapter! Whoohoo! This is the first story I started and probably the first one I will finish! This is also coming to an end sadly in about 3 or 5 something chapters. Soon, very soon. I love you all reviewers and readers!
::thoughts:: ENJOY!
Chapter Eight: Playing in the Woods
They turned towards the wooden door of the cabin and stepped out into the darkened world of starry nights. This was going to be one of the toughest and most brutal fights of their lives.
Miroku stared out into the forest, letting his adjust to the dark and damp unfamiliar place. He clutched his staff harder and readied his fighting demon wards to protect him in this battle. He made sure to keep his left hand near his cursed right hand just in case it was needed for this difficult battle. Luckily his shoulder had been healed magically by the new woman who had seemed to join their party so now he could move better than before this time.
Sango had her trusty boomerang slung over her right shoulder and was ready to aim and throw it at the enemy at any time during this match between all four of them. Her sword had been sharpened a few days ago and it was ready for use. Usually she had Kilala to back her up and assist her in her need of help during a battle but this time she was accompanied by the mysterious wholesome woman named Otaki-seisui and her companion the perverted, but loyal, priest Miroku.
Otaki was determined to be the victor in this match. She had out her birthright Whip of Water and she had a couple of daggers here and there on the inside of her silver dragon-skin vest. Otaki was also loaded with lots of tricks up her sleeves which she was popularly known for. She possessed her magic and her gift to call to the Gods for help and luck. Her wavy sky blue hair flew out behind her and teased the wind with its silky thick strands. Her smoky gray-silver eyes glowed and her pure solid silver choker shined with the moonlight's gleam. The specks of the different shades of blue flickered in her eyes and she had an even more mysterious aura than before.
Before any of their eyes could fully adjust to the change of light coming from the wooden cabin and into the darkness, a cold, strong, and emotionless voice spoke loud seeming to come from all different directions around them, disguising where the owner of the voice truly was in the damp forest.
"So you have join them, have you? You don't think yourself strong enough to defeat me alone, do you? You don't have enough guts to face me by yourself like my mother had faced yours. You can't take my strength."
Miroku and Sango looked around cluelessly for any signs of the woman speaking to them all around. Otaki just stared up into the trees ahead, glaring dangerously. Her smoky eyes glowed blue with anger and her hand clutching the Whip of Water tightened and her left hand curled into a fist at her side. Her knuckles were turning white under the pressure of the strain Otaki put on them.
"Okibi!!" Otaki yelled out. "I can take anything you throw at me! But you've got it all wrong! My mother didn't go after yours! Yours attacked my mother for the position of the head of our tribe!!"
"SILENCE!! I will not tolerate your insolence Otaki!!" The woman's voice filled with such fury surrounded them very loudly. "You speak nothing but lies of your mother's deception! I know the truth and you cannot convince me otherwise of what I know!!" Okibi's harsh voice echoed and bounced off all the rough surfaces in the damp forest.
An arrow whizzed down with lightning speed from the sky, barely missing Otaki's right arm that was holding onto her birthright whip. The arrow stuck to the forest's floor and it was flaming at Otaki's small feet. She acted as if nothing had happened to her at all. Both Miroku and Sango stared at the burning arrow stuck into the ground forcefully. They looked up; expecting to see an angry figure hovering over them but their eyes only met the darkness of the sky and the tall pine trees of the forest.
"Come and find me Otaki and you shall get your precious battle!! I will be waiting impatiently, not for long," spat the cold-hearted woman from somewhere around them.
"Well, we better find her quickly before she decides to attack us again," Sango stated after a moment of silence and thought, glancing back and forth from Miroku to Otaki. They both nodded at her and they quietly headed their separate ways to find the waiting woman.
Miroku headed in the left direction while Sango headed right and Otaki decided to head downwind behind the cabin, deeper into the forest. He walked a couple yards and he caught the scent of burning pine in his nostrils. The monk started running towards the scent and as he ran, the scent grew stronger and smoke clogged up into his throat, making him want to gag. He came across a clearing in the middle of the forest and looked around.
Miroku could barely make out anything with the heavy smoke blocking his sight but he could see the outlines of the tall grass he stood in and a small outline of a pond off to the right. He coughed up some smoke stuck in his lungs and heaved it out of his system. The monk heard something off to his left and quickly turned to face that direction, hoping not to meet the woman from earlier this morning. He clutched his staff tighter and swept the air in front the direction he was facing a few times just to check for an enemy. ::Nothing there::
The smoke suddenly cleared from the area he was standing in. He looked around curiously. He mustn't have known that curiosity killed the cat; monk in this case. Something hot and sharp pierced the skin on his right arm near his cursed hand. Miroku called out in pain and dropped his staff to clutch hold of his wound in his lower arm. It felt like it out burning in his wound. He stared down and examined his damages. It was burnt and it looked like it might scar. It wasn't bleeding heavy and it didn't hurt much except for the burning. The monk glared out into the field and in front standing up from the ground was a flaming golden war arrow with a fairly large red falcon feather attached.
A husky laugh sounded around him, seeming to invade his personal space. The sound sent chills up his spine and the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. His palm started to sweat and he readied his left hand to bring out the demon wards underneath his robes if he needed to. He gently reached down to the ground to pick up his staff but something swooped past him and retracted his hand back in surprise. He stared around for a moment as the laughing ceased to nothing and all he heard was the faint sound of the blowing wind. It was only teasing him!
Miroku searched around with his eyes to catch a glimpse of anything out of the ordinary. He only spotted a red bird sitting on a branch of the pine tree in front of him. It stared back into his violet eyes with its yellow orbs before it turned away and flew off. He quickly picked up his staff off the ground and left to find Sango and Otaki. Maybe they were having more luck than he was.
The demon huntress ended up in a field too but it wasn't filled with a pond and tall grass. Her field was nothing but dirt and dead pine tree stumps. She took a step forward and braced herself for anything. She held her boomerang with her right hand behind her back and started walking forward timidly and cautiously. Sango watched her footing and noticed little markings on the ground. She bent lower and read the tiny markings which appeared to be Japanese lettering.
"Ki kirikabu raibu. Ukiyo firu ru-tsu. Ryou itazuki." ::What does that mean? What about tree stumps? Wait a minute. Is this ancient magic Miroku was telling me about a few days ago. I guess I should have paid attention::
Too deep in her thoughts, Sango never noticed the snap of twigs and the dust of the rusty dirt that flew by her. She never noticed the glowing of the tree stumps around her. All she noticed was the lettering on the grounds. That is until she felt something hard and rough cut into her ankle and hold her upside down in the air.
"Whoa!" She called out feebly. She managed to drop her boomerang that would have been quite helpful at the moment. Sango took her sharpen sword out of its sheath and cut the object hanging her in the air. She dropped not too lightly onto the hard dirt. Sango recovered quickly and stood up of the ground. The demon huntress gasped and stared amazed at the 'thing' that had held her upside down.
It was one of the rotten mossy tree stumps on the sides of her. It was glowing bright green like it had been enchanted. Carved on the front of the stump looked somewhat like a wooden face, complete with a nose and mouth. Its roots were covered with the underground dirt from below but they were now removed out of the ground and free to roam around as it pleased. ::What in Kami-sama's name is that?!::
Without another thought, the stump swung at her feet planning to knock her over but Sango jumped up and avoided the attack easily. She brought her sharpened sword down on the stump hard, cutting into the wood and leaving a very noticeable dent. Sango jumped back away from the stump and watched as the stump let out a screeching howl of pain. The demon huntress dropped her battle sword and held her hands tightly to her ears, trying to drown out the horrible mirror-shattering noise.
The noise stopped and Sango opened her eyes to peer at the lightly glowing tree stump in front of her. The tree stump caught on fire and burned to nothing but ashes. The demon huntress stared astonishingly at the ashes and she felt something circle around her. The 'something' landed on another mossy tree stomp near to her right. It was a red bird, a falcon more precisely. The large red falcon flapped its wings out and called out to the sky. Sango just stared and watched what it would do next. The falcon turned from the sky to meet Sango's gaze and it turned its head at her look. It seemed to look amused by Sango and then it seemed to smirk at her before it jumped into the air. It flapped its wings vigorously to get some air and took off into the damp forest from where it had come.
The demon huntress bent down to grab her sword and headed straight back to the forest. She kicked the ashes in front, sending them into the wind to be carried off to the unknown. ::I better head back and see if Miroku is having any trouble. I hope he's not in danger:: With that, she broke into a run. Her only company was the worried thoughts of her companion rummaging through her head.
The mysterious blue-haired woman named Otaki was carefully watched her fluid steps and looking everywhere, left, right, up, down, behind, for any signs of her former tribe companion. She held onto her whip so tight that her knuckles were hurting under the strain of her pressure. As she walked deeper into the forest, it got darker and damper. The ground was drenched with the rain water from this morning and Otaki could hear the squish as her feet connected with the soft ground.
As she took another step, her face got caught in a newly made spider web. She shook away the spider web in annoyance and wiped the remaining sticky substance on her torn long sleeve. She took another step without her usual caution and she fell into a little hole made by some animal or demon. Otaki fell forward onto her face as her foot got caught. She could feel the cold rain water soaking into her clothes.
"Damn this place! I hate my half-sister! I hope she rots in hell where she belongs!"
"Care to repeat that Otaki," replied a husky voice. Otaki looked up into the scratchy bushes a couple dozen feet in front of her and saw a thin figure emerging. I'll give you one guess who it is.
"So you have found me Otaki. I congratulate you on finding me but you seem to have found me too soon," Okibi spoke. Otaki removed herself from the ground and picked up her Whip of Water that had fallen to the ground when she tripped. She ignored any of the twigs or dirt that was sticking to her clothing or her hair. "This shall be the last time you ever set foot in this forest or in this world for that matter. Prepare to die!!"
Okibi pulled out a long war sword and ran towards Otaki, ready to rid the life from her body.
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I have finished the chapter I have promised! The real battle scene is up next! Prepare for some ass getting kicked! Who do you think will be the victor? Will Sango and Miroku help Otaki out or will they both die in the battle along with Otaki?
I will have the chapter out in about two weeks or less! I just want some reviews! Thanks for everyone who has stuck with this story! I LOVE YOU ALL REVIEWERS!!! By the way, 'Ki kirikabu raibu. Ukiyo firu ru-tsu. Ryou kushin' means 'Tree stump live. Life fill roots. Endure pain'.
-Heather Christi (=^_^=)