Disclaimer: Nope! Don't own them. Inuyasha and co. don't even live in this
time! So I can't own them, and everyone already knows Kagome is not going
to be owned by anyone!
Chapter 5
Upon the next few years, he and I grew extremely close. So close that we could practically read each other's thoughts. And my young friend also became a little stronger, smarter, and braver than he had ever been before. He stopped jumping to all fours when he spotted someone he didn't trust, and even tried to blend into the crowd by wearing a straw hat to cover his ears and not smiling to wide to display the teeth. And no one asked about the peculiar hair color or the eye tint. As long as he hurt no one, all the villages accepted him as one of them, a mortal.a human. And in those few years, five I do believe, he grew tall lithe. So lithe was he, that he could literally turn in twists while in aerial flight. He would even show off sometimes when he was defending himself against a demon. The boy, had grown up and become fearless. His puppy ears had grown straighter, much more finely sharper, and his fangs and nails became more defined as well. His silk like white hair soon came down to below his waist, and the hoari I had given him grew with him, and suited him well. But there were still the few things he left that gave off the impression of the out of the ordinary.
Like when I tried to get him to wear sandals, he would abandon them somewhere and continue to walk bare foot, counting the minutes to the hours to the days 'til I noticed.
Smart he was, and grown handsome too.
The girls of the village swarmed over him every time he came into the village. Only twelve now, he had the looks good enough to have the geisha girls flirting with him as if he were old enough to take one of them to be his wife. He never really paid any attention to them whatsoever.usually leaving them behind him when he found something interesting to investigate. He had the blood of a dog, but the instincts of a cat, and sometimes he would even wiggle his nose like he had whiskers. Through those next five years, I taught him all I could: to fight with a sword (although this I couldn't teach him enough of.
He wouldn't stay long enough to learn the whole lesson!), proper dinner etiquette (which the both of us found completely boring but was essential), how to care for his clothing and keep it clean, what to do on the nights he turned human and how to fight a demon the best way in the case that one should attack on such a night, and the best way to fight a demon when challenged. He still didn't catch the full affects of my teachings, but he did always jump at the opportunity to please me. I could see it in his eyes when he beat a dangerous foe.
He would glance in my direction and watch my expression, before smiling and burying what it was that he killed (yes, I also taught him to respect the dead as if they were his family, not matter if they tried to kill him or not), and saying a small prayer for it's soul to reach the afterlife in peace. Then we would head on our way to the next village. We even began to make a business out of demon exterminating. We'd go to a village that was constantly being attacked by a certain demon, and then we would charge to have it taken care of and dispose of it easily. Through time, he and I became quit good fighters, and every other day, we would decide who would hunt for dinner that night (yes, cooking was another thing I taught him, and he was good at it!) He would continually amaze me with different meals he would concoct, and the funny thing was, no matter what he put with it.it would taste delicious.
Like one evening, he had caught a deer for dinner that night, and had added tiny centipedes, (demon's are immune to simple animal poisoning) seaweed from the pond, and tea leaves from a nearby tree and the meal had come out as mouthwateringly delicious.until I found out what he had put into what I just ate, and I threw it all up just like that. From then on, I watched for what he put in the meal. But he never put anything too outrageous as that. Everything else was the simple herb basted meal that was fried over an open flame and devoured by the both of us.
We were the best of friends.
Then one day, Inuyasha told me a dream of his that he had since he could remember.
"I want to become a full demon." He announced one afternoon as we were traveling down the middle of a dense forest, slashing things in our way with the blades we possessed.
"Why would you want to do that Inuyasha?" I asked him, curious to how he would phrase the answer I already knew. I chopped away some tall grass in my way when he answered.
"Full demon's have so much more strength than a hanyou can ever have. I want to be the strongest I can."
He chopped away some thick vines hanging from the over head tree.
"Oh? Looks to me like you're strong enough already." I chopped some more grass.
"Yeah, all the more reason to become a full demon, so that I'll be even stronger than any demon around. Even though I never knew my father, I want to be just like him." A snake hissed at him from a nearby branch and he sliced it's head off, pausing to make a small hole as it's burial, and praying a moment. When he was finished, I decided to continue on the subject, and find the truest reason why. By now, he wasn't one to hate his human blood, in fact, now he usually accepted it as the sole part of his strength. This thing about his father, was all a lie. And I sensed in his mind, that someone had disturbed him, someone he knew from the past had come back to him and threatened somehow. But who?
"Inuyasha." I let my voice seep into him as a gentle but demanding command. "Who has drove you to this decision?" He stood and looked at me for a moment, and he already realized that I could read the passing thoughts.
"I can't say." He told me, and my link to his mind was cut off. Yes, Inuyasha had discovered a while back how to cut me out of his mind when ever he chose too.unfortunately he could only keep it like that for a short time.
"Why not?" I asked. It did feel like I was prying into his life, which I never really wanted to do it to him, for I knew it would make him feel un- independent, but I couldn't help but be worried. From the feeling of things, this demon that was harassing him was extremely powerful, and not only that, a thing that had struck fear in Inuyasha's heart a long time ago. But by now, Inuyasha just stood there, staring at his feet, unable to answer me.
"Why not?" I repeated with a little more urgency. He wanted to tell me, I could tell, but he couldn't find the courage to do so. What was this being that frightened him so? Why did it frighten his so? But there was something else swelling in his expression of confusion. Anger.
"Why don't you just leave me alone?!" He shouted at me, and he ran off.as fast as his hanyou feet could take him, and then he was gone. I knew, that if I tried, I could find him in a matter of a moment, following his scent (although my nose could never be as good as his) but I figured he would prefer his privacy. So I left him the day to think it over.and that night, and then the next day. After two days, he still didn't return and I began to greatly worry. By now his scent would be extremely thin and scattered, and it would be nearly impossible to find him by that alone. For this, I had to call upon my Dragon abilities, the few I had learned I possessed. One such ability, allowed my mind to expand and reach out to the area around, at least by five miles, and record the presences of those around me. So this I did, and I caught Inuyasha immediately, but with it came the other sense, the ability to receive their emotion that presence felt at the moment. The emotion.was fear. This caught my mind right from the off.
Was "it" attacking him again?
I didn't wait a moment longer.
I ran.
Ran so fast that the trees around me began to tumble to the side by the waves of energy I emitted. So fast that the grass was torn from the root all around me and the dirt was disheveled in the pattern of a deep burrow of a trench where each foot pressed the ground.
The leaves burst from their branches and landed in heaps behind me. And soon enough.too soon I thought, I was there. And he was there, pinned to a tree by a long tendril of root, most likely from the tree it pinned him too, and he viciously tried to scrape it off. But there was another presence, two in fact, right in this area. And one was beginning to burn Inuyasha with his staff.
It was a small toad like demon, a member of the youkai slaves breed, and his staff was topped off with the wooden heads of a young woman and an old man. The demon's round yellow eyes never left what he was burning, in which I was starting to see Inuyasha's legs peek out from beneath the pant legs of his hoari. At a moment of crisis, I generated a fire ball and shot it at him, knocking him aside with surprise.
"What the.?" he exclaimed as he turned to meet my angry stare. I already had another fire ball ready.
"Care to try that again, and I will fry you to cinders." I told him quietly.
"Get out of my way!" He shouted at me. What a brave little midget?
"Jaken. Enough." Came the soft yet strong voice from my left. I turned to see the Lord Youkai of the West. His hair was a long and fine silver, that covered over slit golden eyes, and a purple crescent moon mark on his forehead. The sides of his face and his arms were decorated in red stripes, and his clothing was that of a traveling royal. He wore a finely patterned white hoari, with red trim, under a heavy iron chest plate topped with horn like structures that pointed towards his fine face, a loin clothe that wrapped around his belt and hung down over his middle, and a large white tail that sat sloppily along his right shoulder. The Lord of the Western Lands.
Sesshomaru.
So this was what bothered Inuyasha, and drove him to desire to be a full demon. I didn't blame Inuyasha one bit. I would do the same were I in his position.
"Kojika of the Draymon tribes." He announced to me, acknowledging that he did indeed knew who I was.
"Sesshomaru of the Western Lands. How very nice it is to meet you." I replied, giving off the expression of a sweet little youkai. He wasn't fooled.
"What have you to do with Inuyasha?" He asked me, his tone completely serious.
"That's what I wanted to ask you?" He remained completely still. Were I a passing mortal, I would have figured him a statue.
"He is my younger brother, and I have come to be rid of him." Talk about civil war here. I turned back to Inuyasha, whom had blood leaking from the wound in his chest, and a heavy burn on his left leg. It made me chuckle sickly at the thought that popped up in my mind. If they loved each other anymore, they might actually kill each other. "What do you have of him?" Came Sesshomaru's question. I turned to meet his golden eyes with my brown ones. My eyes were not naturally brown, but silver.
"He is my apprentice, and I his master. Whatever you have to take up with him, you will take up with me now." He smiled, a small lingering smile that graced his lips like the kanji of a poet.
"And you will fight me to kill me, all over a hanyou?" There was laughter in his eyes. I knew just how to answer.
"I hate to fight, truly I do, but in this situation, there is no other way. I will give you one choice though, and it's your decision what to choose. You can either walk away, safe and unharmed, or crawl away from this fight beaten and bloody, because either way I will win. And you know that very well too. The dragon species have towered over your people for centuries with their elemental powers and they will continue to do so for the rest of eternity. So it would be best you simply leave here and not bother with Inuyasha any longer." He watched me, his grin gone from his face, and his lithe body set in the well practiced stance of the noble. He was serious now. Jaken ran to his side and glared at me from behind his master, sticking out his tongue at me like a foolish child. Such a stupid creature. And yet Sesshomaru dealt with it. Truly sad. But Sesshomaru was thinking, and his eyes were set on the ground, his face never leaving it's serious state. He was rather handsome I could say, and he was smart. I couldn't even reach into his mind to see his thoughts. They were too well guarded. But I could read Jaken's. In which he was thinking that I was stupid to even challenge his master and that I would die. How truly idiotic he was. Finally though, Sesshomaru answered me.
"Let's go Jaken." He said, and he turned leading the way down the path, that silver hair swaying in the gentle breeze.
"But.but my lord?" Jaken began to question, but was silenced when Sesshomaru gave him a dangerous glare. "Yes my lord." He said, and the both of them disappeared into the forest. I made sure they were well out of distance, before turning to the now unconscious Inuyasha. The hoari was already patching itself up, and the blood soaked on it was beginning to evaporate. He would be fully healed soon, and all that was left now was to remove the root in his chest and clean him up. So I did so, pulling the wood away effortlessly, and picking him up in my arms gently, left off to the closest river I could find. Good thing there was one nearby. There I removed his shirt and cleaned the quickly shrinking wound with the clear water with one of my handkerchiefs. The blood on his body would not evaporate like it would were it on the hoari, so it all had to be cleaned off before it dried.
*There's another. Where do I get the time?*
Chapter 5
Upon the next few years, he and I grew extremely close. So close that we could practically read each other's thoughts. And my young friend also became a little stronger, smarter, and braver than he had ever been before. He stopped jumping to all fours when he spotted someone he didn't trust, and even tried to blend into the crowd by wearing a straw hat to cover his ears and not smiling to wide to display the teeth. And no one asked about the peculiar hair color or the eye tint. As long as he hurt no one, all the villages accepted him as one of them, a mortal.a human. And in those few years, five I do believe, he grew tall lithe. So lithe was he, that he could literally turn in twists while in aerial flight. He would even show off sometimes when he was defending himself against a demon. The boy, had grown up and become fearless. His puppy ears had grown straighter, much more finely sharper, and his fangs and nails became more defined as well. His silk like white hair soon came down to below his waist, and the hoari I had given him grew with him, and suited him well. But there were still the few things he left that gave off the impression of the out of the ordinary.
Like when I tried to get him to wear sandals, he would abandon them somewhere and continue to walk bare foot, counting the minutes to the hours to the days 'til I noticed.
Smart he was, and grown handsome too.
The girls of the village swarmed over him every time he came into the village. Only twelve now, he had the looks good enough to have the geisha girls flirting with him as if he were old enough to take one of them to be his wife. He never really paid any attention to them whatsoever.usually leaving them behind him when he found something interesting to investigate. He had the blood of a dog, but the instincts of a cat, and sometimes he would even wiggle his nose like he had whiskers. Through those next five years, I taught him all I could: to fight with a sword (although this I couldn't teach him enough of.
He wouldn't stay long enough to learn the whole lesson!), proper dinner etiquette (which the both of us found completely boring but was essential), how to care for his clothing and keep it clean, what to do on the nights he turned human and how to fight a demon the best way in the case that one should attack on such a night, and the best way to fight a demon when challenged. He still didn't catch the full affects of my teachings, but he did always jump at the opportunity to please me. I could see it in his eyes when he beat a dangerous foe.
He would glance in my direction and watch my expression, before smiling and burying what it was that he killed (yes, I also taught him to respect the dead as if they were his family, not matter if they tried to kill him or not), and saying a small prayer for it's soul to reach the afterlife in peace. Then we would head on our way to the next village. We even began to make a business out of demon exterminating. We'd go to a village that was constantly being attacked by a certain demon, and then we would charge to have it taken care of and dispose of it easily. Through time, he and I became quit good fighters, and every other day, we would decide who would hunt for dinner that night (yes, cooking was another thing I taught him, and he was good at it!) He would continually amaze me with different meals he would concoct, and the funny thing was, no matter what he put with it.it would taste delicious.
Like one evening, he had caught a deer for dinner that night, and had added tiny centipedes, (demon's are immune to simple animal poisoning) seaweed from the pond, and tea leaves from a nearby tree and the meal had come out as mouthwateringly delicious.until I found out what he had put into what I just ate, and I threw it all up just like that. From then on, I watched for what he put in the meal. But he never put anything too outrageous as that. Everything else was the simple herb basted meal that was fried over an open flame and devoured by the both of us.
We were the best of friends.
Then one day, Inuyasha told me a dream of his that he had since he could remember.
"I want to become a full demon." He announced one afternoon as we were traveling down the middle of a dense forest, slashing things in our way with the blades we possessed.
"Why would you want to do that Inuyasha?" I asked him, curious to how he would phrase the answer I already knew. I chopped away some tall grass in my way when he answered.
"Full demon's have so much more strength than a hanyou can ever have. I want to be the strongest I can."
He chopped away some thick vines hanging from the over head tree.
"Oh? Looks to me like you're strong enough already." I chopped some more grass.
"Yeah, all the more reason to become a full demon, so that I'll be even stronger than any demon around. Even though I never knew my father, I want to be just like him." A snake hissed at him from a nearby branch and he sliced it's head off, pausing to make a small hole as it's burial, and praying a moment. When he was finished, I decided to continue on the subject, and find the truest reason why. By now, he wasn't one to hate his human blood, in fact, now he usually accepted it as the sole part of his strength. This thing about his father, was all a lie. And I sensed in his mind, that someone had disturbed him, someone he knew from the past had come back to him and threatened somehow. But who?
"Inuyasha." I let my voice seep into him as a gentle but demanding command. "Who has drove you to this decision?" He stood and looked at me for a moment, and he already realized that I could read the passing thoughts.
"I can't say." He told me, and my link to his mind was cut off. Yes, Inuyasha had discovered a while back how to cut me out of his mind when ever he chose too.unfortunately he could only keep it like that for a short time.
"Why not?" I asked. It did feel like I was prying into his life, which I never really wanted to do it to him, for I knew it would make him feel un- independent, but I couldn't help but be worried. From the feeling of things, this demon that was harassing him was extremely powerful, and not only that, a thing that had struck fear in Inuyasha's heart a long time ago. But by now, Inuyasha just stood there, staring at his feet, unable to answer me.
"Why not?" I repeated with a little more urgency. He wanted to tell me, I could tell, but he couldn't find the courage to do so. What was this being that frightened him so? Why did it frighten his so? But there was something else swelling in his expression of confusion. Anger.
"Why don't you just leave me alone?!" He shouted at me, and he ran off.as fast as his hanyou feet could take him, and then he was gone. I knew, that if I tried, I could find him in a matter of a moment, following his scent (although my nose could never be as good as his) but I figured he would prefer his privacy. So I left him the day to think it over.and that night, and then the next day. After two days, he still didn't return and I began to greatly worry. By now his scent would be extremely thin and scattered, and it would be nearly impossible to find him by that alone. For this, I had to call upon my Dragon abilities, the few I had learned I possessed. One such ability, allowed my mind to expand and reach out to the area around, at least by five miles, and record the presences of those around me. So this I did, and I caught Inuyasha immediately, but with it came the other sense, the ability to receive their emotion that presence felt at the moment. The emotion.was fear. This caught my mind right from the off.
Was "it" attacking him again?
I didn't wait a moment longer.
I ran.
Ran so fast that the trees around me began to tumble to the side by the waves of energy I emitted. So fast that the grass was torn from the root all around me and the dirt was disheveled in the pattern of a deep burrow of a trench where each foot pressed the ground.
The leaves burst from their branches and landed in heaps behind me. And soon enough.too soon I thought, I was there. And he was there, pinned to a tree by a long tendril of root, most likely from the tree it pinned him too, and he viciously tried to scrape it off. But there was another presence, two in fact, right in this area. And one was beginning to burn Inuyasha with his staff.
It was a small toad like demon, a member of the youkai slaves breed, and his staff was topped off with the wooden heads of a young woman and an old man. The demon's round yellow eyes never left what he was burning, in which I was starting to see Inuyasha's legs peek out from beneath the pant legs of his hoari. At a moment of crisis, I generated a fire ball and shot it at him, knocking him aside with surprise.
"What the.?" he exclaimed as he turned to meet my angry stare. I already had another fire ball ready.
"Care to try that again, and I will fry you to cinders." I told him quietly.
"Get out of my way!" He shouted at me. What a brave little midget?
"Jaken. Enough." Came the soft yet strong voice from my left. I turned to see the Lord Youkai of the West. His hair was a long and fine silver, that covered over slit golden eyes, and a purple crescent moon mark on his forehead. The sides of his face and his arms were decorated in red stripes, and his clothing was that of a traveling royal. He wore a finely patterned white hoari, with red trim, under a heavy iron chest plate topped with horn like structures that pointed towards his fine face, a loin clothe that wrapped around his belt and hung down over his middle, and a large white tail that sat sloppily along his right shoulder. The Lord of the Western Lands.
Sesshomaru.
So this was what bothered Inuyasha, and drove him to desire to be a full demon. I didn't blame Inuyasha one bit. I would do the same were I in his position.
"Kojika of the Draymon tribes." He announced to me, acknowledging that he did indeed knew who I was.
"Sesshomaru of the Western Lands. How very nice it is to meet you." I replied, giving off the expression of a sweet little youkai. He wasn't fooled.
"What have you to do with Inuyasha?" He asked me, his tone completely serious.
"That's what I wanted to ask you?" He remained completely still. Were I a passing mortal, I would have figured him a statue.
"He is my younger brother, and I have come to be rid of him." Talk about civil war here. I turned back to Inuyasha, whom had blood leaking from the wound in his chest, and a heavy burn on his left leg. It made me chuckle sickly at the thought that popped up in my mind. If they loved each other anymore, they might actually kill each other. "What do you have of him?" Came Sesshomaru's question. I turned to meet his golden eyes with my brown ones. My eyes were not naturally brown, but silver.
"He is my apprentice, and I his master. Whatever you have to take up with him, you will take up with me now." He smiled, a small lingering smile that graced his lips like the kanji of a poet.
"And you will fight me to kill me, all over a hanyou?" There was laughter in his eyes. I knew just how to answer.
"I hate to fight, truly I do, but in this situation, there is no other way. I will give you one choice though, and it's your decision what to choose. You can either walk away, safe and unharmed, or crawl away from this fight beaten and bloody, because either way I will win. And you know that very well too. The dragon species have towered over your people for centuries with their elemental powers and they will continue to do so for the rest of eternity. So it would be best you simply leave here and not bother with Inuyasha any longer." He watched me, his grin gone from his face, and his lithe body set in the well practiced stance of the noble. He was serious now. Jaken ran to his side and glared at me from behind his master, sticking out his tongue at me like a foolish child. Such a stupid creature. And yet Sesshomaru dealt with it. Truly sad. But Sesshomaru was thinking, and his eyes were set on the ground, his face never leaving it's serious state. He was rather handsome I could say, and he was smart. I couldn't even reach into his mind to see his thoughts. They were too well guarded. But I could read Jaken's. In which he was thinking that I was stupid to even challenge his master and that I would die. How truly idiotic he was. Finally though, Sesshomaru answered me.
"Let's go Jaken." He said, and he turned leading the way down the path, that silver hair swaying in the gentle breeze.
"But.but my lord?" Jaken began to question, but was silenced when Sesshomaru gave him a dangerous glare. "Yes my lord." He said, and the both of them disappeared into the forest. I made sure they were well out of distance, before turning to the now unconscious Inuyasha. The hoari was already patching itself up, and the blood soaked on it was beginning to evaporate. He would be fully healed soon, and all that was left now was to remove the root in his chest and clean him up. So I did so, pulling the wood away effortlessly, and picking him up in my arms gently, left off to the closest river I could find. Good thing there was one nearby. There I removed his shirt and cleaned the quickly shrinking wound with the clear water with one of my handkerchiefs. The blood on his body would not evaporate like it would were it on the hoari, so it all had to be cleaned off before it dried.
*There's another. Where do I get the time?*
