Always My Soul
By: dragonfly-rising
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters
Miroku watched Inuyasha's face change from complete confusion to determination and knew that the hanyou would involve himself in the battle with Ferlias. He could sense that something had awakened inside Inuyasha, something that was strong and eternal. This something would not be denied and Miroku was hard pressed not to stop what he knew would happen.
~ Be still monk...your time will come ~ said a female voice inside his head.
He jerked in surprise ~ who are you ~
~ I am the one who is owed a life. I have no name. I am the first miko who ever existed. All of you must be involved in the destruction of Ferlias or he cannot be defeated. ~
~ Inuyasha is half youkai...do you not understand what could happen to him? ~ He asked the voice angry for his friend's sake.
~ There is no choice. The risk must be taken. Destiny will not be denied. ~
~ There is always a choice...you just don't know an alternative. Let me take the risk. ~ He demanded.
A twinkling laughter filled his mind, one full of affection not scorn ~ this is why your soul was chosen monk. Be at ease you will know what to do when the time comes as will the youkai exterminator. Understand I have loved him from the beginning and there is nothing that would cause me to harm him if I had the choice. Kagome will not allow it. These are things you know even if you are not fully aware of it yet. Our souls have been called to finish what was started centuries ago. Be ready, when the time comes there will be no room for hesitation. ~
Sometime during the conversation something inside of his soul began to respond to the miko, and it began revealing to him sights and sounds he had never experienced. The voice had been correct. He had stood here many times, in much the same way witnessing the battle between mikos and the youkai lord. He had involved himself on more then one occasion, thinking to save the miko only to meet an untimely death at the hands of Ferlias. In spite of that his soul needed to help the miko, needed to correct the mistake that was Ferlias so that the damage the youkai had done to this one destiny could be repaired. He understood more then the miko could for he had traveled at one time with Inutashio to seek out that first of many mikos and had been privy to many of the secrets of life, having lived the most of that life as a priest and guardian of sacred teachings that involved the soul and the higher beings. He had been very well educated in the ins and outs of such things and stood for the progression of life in every way he could.
He was filled with the eternal purpose as well, could not deny the miko what he knew was his responsibility as well.
Miroku found he had stood during the conversation, his staff held tightly in his hand. He noted that Sango stood slightly in front of him, Hiraikotsu held at the ready. He wondered idly when Sango had retrieved her weapon and then decided it did not matter. The miko had probably spoken to her as well and she was ready to play her part in this battle. He still held strong reservations about it but kept these doubts to himself, trusting that Kagome would not allow them to be involved if there was any other choice.
He gazed at Kagome, who was surrounded by a whirlwind of Inutashio's essence, her entire being standing ready to unleash this new source of power on a confused Ferlias.
He began to pray for all of them.
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Sango shifted Hiraikotsu into a more comfortable position upon her back. All of her senses alert for when she would unleash the weapon on Ferlias. Her mind shifted back to the short conversation she had engaged in with the miko in her mind.
~ Get up exterminator you time is almost here ~ the voice had rung inside her mind.
~ When? ~
If she had not had the experience of the other mikos blending with Kagome to save her life she would have rejected the idea that this miko was speaking to her. It seemed natural for her to know who was speaking to her in this way, to not question it.
She was moving to Hiraikotsu before she had finished her thought, pushing away her weakness with the stubbornness she was so well known for within her group of friends. The motion made her head swim with dizziness but it passed when her hand found the handle of her weapon. As she hefted the bone boomerang she gasped as a new personality opened itself to her. It was ancient and full of the miko's purpose. Sango felt herself blend with this entity only to find she had new insight into this battle. It was not she who was being called into this battle. It was the youkai that Hiraikotsu was made from. He had known Inutashio when the youkai lord was only just starting on his crusade to stop Ferlias. He had known Inutashio to be wise beyond his years, and deadly if crossed and had respected the youkai.
Though he had not understood what the exact nature of the battle was he had watched it, just as the priest (Miroku?) had, and somehow this action had locked him into the balance of this eternal struggle. He remembered all of the first battle, watching from his perch on a nearby tree. He recalled being mystified as to why Inutashio would support such a dangerous new creature as the miko, though at the time he had not known that was what she was called. He recalled being shocked that the miko's love (Inuyasha?) had burst from the high grass and thrust a dagger into her back, he did not approve of such gross betrayals even if it were only a human that had committed such a thing. It had sickened him to the core of his being and perhaps that had been what had locked him into this battle for all time. Perhaps if he had not had such a strong reaction to the tragic events he might have been spared the many times he had been forced to witness it. He was not a cruel youkai but there had been times that he had wanted to kill the miko. Times that he had despised her for connecting him to events he really did not want to be involved in.
But this was of the past and at least part of the soul that had been the youkai's now resided inside of a weapon wielded by a human. Perhaps this was his punishment for such thoughts, or it could very well be his redemption. Maybe...finally he would be released from his grim duty.
Sango tightened her grip on the leather handle. Unknown to her, the red of an angered youkai was seeping into her eyes, blending with her own brown. A low growl had begun deep in her chest, this she did not notice.
She patiently waited for her chance to end all of this.
By: dragonfly-rising
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters
Miroku watched Inuyasha's face change from complete confusion to determination and knew that the hanyou would involve himself in the battle with Ferlias. He could sense that something had awakened inside Inuyasha, something that was strong and eternal. This something would not be denied and Miroku was hard pressed not to stop what he knew would happen.
~ Be still monk...your time will come ~ said a female voice inside his head.
He jerked in surprise ~ who are you ~
~ I am the one who is owed a life. I have no name. I am the first miko who ever existed. All of you must be involved in the destruction of Ferlias or he cannot be defeated. ~
~ Inuyasha is half youkai...do you not understand what could happen to him? ~ He asked the voice angry for his friend's sake.
~ There is no choice. The risk must be taken. Destiny will not be denied. ~
~ There is always a choice...you just don't know an alternative. Let me take the risk. ~ He demanded.
A twinkling laughter filled his mind, one full of affection not scorn ~ this is why your soul was chosen monk. Be at ease you will know what to do when the time comes as will the youkai exterminator. Understand I have loved him from the beginning and there is nothing that would cause me to harm him if I had the choice. Kagome will not allow it. These are things you know even if you are not fully aware of it yet. Our souls have been called to finish what was started centuries ago. Be ready, when the time comes there will be no room for hesitation. ~
Sometime during the conversation something inside of his soul began to respond to the miko, and it began revealing to him sights and sounds he had never experienced. The voice had been correct. He had stood here many times, in much the same way witnessing the battle between mikos and the youkai lord. He had involved himself on more then one occasion, thinking to save the miko only to meet an untimely death at the hands of Ferlias. In spite of that his soul needed to help the miko, needed to correct the mistake that was Ferlias so that the damage the youkai had done to this one destiny could be repaired. He understood more then the miko could for he had traveled at one time with Inutashio to seek out that first of many mikos and had been privy to many of the secrets of life, having lived the most of that life as a priest and guardian of sacred teachings that involved the soul and the higher beings. He had been very well educated in the ins and outs of such things and stood for the progression of life in every way he could.
He was filled with the eternal purpose as well, could not deny the miko what he knew was his responsibility as well.
Miroku found he had stood during the conversation, his staff held tightly in his hand. He noted that Sango stood slightly in front of him, Hiraikotsu held at the ready. He wondered idly when Sango had retrieved her weapon and then decided it did not matter. The miko had probably spoken to her as well and she was ready to play her part in this battle. He still held strong reservations about it but kept these doubts to himself, trusting that Kagome would not allow them to be involved if there was any other choice.
He gazed at Kagome, who was surrounded by a whirlwind of Inutashio's essence, her entire being standing ready to unleash this new source of power on a confused Ferlias.
He began to pray for all of them.
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Sango shifted Hiraikotsu into a more comfortable position upon her back. All of her senses alert for when she would unleash the weapon on Ferlias. Her mind shifted back to the short conversation she had engaged in with the miko in her mind.
~ Get up exterminator you time is almost here ~ the voice had rung inside her mind.
~ When? ~
If she had not had the experience of the other mikos blending with Kagome to save her life she would have rejected the idea that this miko was speaking to her. It seemed natural for her to know who was speaking to her in this way, to not question it.
She was moving to Hiraikotsu before she had finished her thought, pushing away her weakness with the stubbornness she was so well known for within her group of friends. The motion made her head swim with dizziness but it passed when her hand found the handle of her weapon. As she hefted the bone boomerang she gasped as a new personality opened itself to her. It was ancient and full of the miko's purpose. Sango felt herself blend with this entity only to find she had new insight into this battle. It was not she who was being called into this battle. It was the youkai that Hiraikotsu was made from. He had known Inutashio when the youkai lord was only just starting on his crusade to stop Ferlias. He had known Inutashio to be wise beyond his years, and deadly if crossed and had respected the youkai.
Though he had not understood what the exact nature of the battle was he had watched it, just as the priest (Miroku?) had, and somehow this action had locked him into the balance of this eternal struggle. He remembered all of the first battle, watching from his perch on a nearby tree. He recalled being mystified as to why Inutashio would support such a dangerous new creature as the miko, though at the time he had not known that was what she was called. He recalled being shocked that the miko's love (Inuyasha?) had burst from the high grass and thrust a dagger into her back, he did not approve of such gross betrayals even if it were only a human that had committed such a thing. It had sickened him to the core of his being and perhaps that had been what had locked him into this battle for all time. Perhaps if he had not had such a strong reaction to the tragic events he might have been spared the many times he had been forced to witness it. He was not a cruel youkai but there had been times that he had wanted to kill the miko. Times that he had despised her for connecting him to events he really did not want to be involved in.
But this was of the past and at least part of the soul that had been the youkai's now resided inside of a weapon wielded by a human. Perhaps this was his punishment for such thoughts, or it could very well be his redemption. Maybe...finally he would be released from his grim duty.
Sango tightened her grip on the leather handle. Unknown to her, the red of an angered youkai was seeping into her eyes, blending with her own brown. A low growl had begun deep in her chest, this she did not notice.
She patiently waited for her chance to end all of this.