Like Father
Chapter Seven:
Full Recovery
This is useless. I don't know why I bothered.
"Kiara, concentrate. Use your sense of smell."
"I am! Will you stop badgering me? I'm trying!"
"Do you see the Wind Scar?"
Kiara concentrated on Inuyasha, brandishing her Tetsusaiga. "No," she growled while glowering at him.
"You're not using your nose. Look with your eyes, see with your nose!"
"I'm only a quarter-demon! The sword just wasn't meant for me to use. Why can't I just rip him to shreds with my claws?"
"You won't even get close enough to Sesshoumaru to throw a punch, especially if you can't even see the Wind Scar. It isn't that hard."
"This coming from a half-breed with a quarter more demon blood in him!"
"You must've inherited being weak from your mother."
"Don't you dare insult my mother!"
"Prove me wrong!"
Kiara growled menacingly as she glared at Inuyasha, breathing furiously. Slowly dark energy began to swirl about Inuyasha and a separate energy around Kiara. The two energies clashed in the middle and Kiara smiled wickedly.
Where the two demon energies collide, the key to unlocking Tetsusaiga's unyielding force. There's where I need to cut. The Wind Scar!
"I see it." She growled.
"Good. Then let's break for lunch."
Both sheathed their blades and turned to head back to the village.
"Took you long enough- Oomph! What'd you go and hit me for?"
"That was for me. This," she took another swing but Inuyasha broke into a run and sprinted down the hill. "Stand still, coward! I'll teach you to insult my mother!" She yelled as she started after him. Miroku sat with Sango under the dead tree that was a favorite of Inuyasha's on top of the hill, watching the exchange. Kirara sat in Sango's lap while Shippou stood on Miroku's shoulder.
"Wow, look at 'em go."
"I'm not sure whose temper she's got. Kagome's or Inuyasha's." Commented Shippou.
"I suppose she could have both," said Sango. Kirara mewed her agreement.
"I'm not so sure. From what I've gathered so far, she could have Sesshoumaru's. He is her uncle after all." Countered Miroku. "While we're on the subject… Sango, would you bear my—"
She slapped him across the face and stood abruptly. "Lecherous monk," she muttered and started walking down the hill with Kirara riding on her shoulder. "I'm going to join the others for lunch."
"You just don't learn, do you, Miroku?" Asked Shippou dryly.
Miroku sighed melancholically. "Perhaps I should work on my approach a bit more."