By now, through all of the disclaimers, I hope that you'd understand that Inuyasha and Yu Yu Hakusho don't belong us.

Authors Notice: I'm VERY sorry about the long wait. It's been rather long and tiring waiting for this lazy daughter of a gun to get done with a chapter right? I have my excuses. For two months this here computer wasn't being used for my absence, I was at Volleyball practice and therefore had been to tired to do anything. Alas, the next few days were Spring Break and during this time our computer was having trouble and was taken to someplace to have it fixed. It's all better now and this is really the first time I have on it from ages, savvy? Anyways, I hope that this chapter will fulfill my time slot as a "missing person."

Kisseki no Kokoro

Scroll Fourteen: Lasts of the Quintet

      Sango didn't know what took over her. Deep down her feelings for the monk made a strong hit against her, rekindling themselves as they had done so many a time. Time seemed to flash by her eyes to when they had first met to now where she was standing, to her solely alone, in a dark castle. The hard feelings against Miroku from as soon as he tried to bed her, she realized that he needed her.

Tremors began in the pit of her stomach as she watched the dark haired man realize the danger he was in. His sandaled feet shuffled slightly as he picked them up briefly for a last minute flight to the side. The monsters tentacle limb followed his portrait and had not faltered, as so much to pelt him through his flesh in the ribs only inches away from the fatal organ.

The demon that had completed his not accomplished act of death was lurking in the small shadows of the candle lit hall. All eyes seemed to dash back from Miroku's battered body to the end of the room, where the shadowed monster was swallowed by the darkness.

"You bastard!" Sango spat in fierce anger, her eyes filling at the bottom of salty water. Her hands had gone a ghostly white ever since she saw the beast attacking. Her nails were now quite deep in the skin of her palm, clutching viciously in curiosity. Suddenly those fingers escaped their woman made hold, and retreated to her back, hoping to find her trusted weapon securely strapped there. No avail. Only for a few seconds did that matter to her, whether or not she had some way of object of stopping him, she was going to save her monk. Her own feet leapt from their grounding and proceeded forward, only before another hand swiftly moved in front of her progress. A slender hand held firmly that of an unfolded fan.

"Don't. If you have no weapon, what use is it to go after something? Thus knowing that your mortal body will be thrown away like useless debris?"

"It doesn't matter! I'm going anyway, so leave me be wind witch!"

Kagura smirked with her eyelids flatted down. "I said I'd help you did I not? It's best that you and the rest of everyone--" Her other hand flew back in mention of the shocked girls behind them. "—And leave this one to me, and if the so be it, the capable men will follow." She stepped ahead, and began her walk down the hall to meet with the other members of battle.

"Miroku!" Yusuke yelled. Miroku's body was being lifted from the floor with the arm of the demon still rummaging through his stomach. Helplessly, the monks body was thrown down harshly, with after contact skidding into a now cracked wall. Skitters of dust sprouted outward.

The shadowed figure slowly made its way from its shelter of black. The tangled tentacle arm was in regular distance of its owner and was approaching once again with the progress of the demon.

"I am Hiko-jin. One of the last of the Quintet, your demise comes here." Now fully noticeable, the beast lurched forward. A grotesque being was licking the end of his tentacle, his fairly large sharpened teeth spread open, letting a snake-like tongue glisten out. Its red skin was visible in the light, and everyone was sure that the long pointed ears were picking up every sound that was given. Sure enough, one arm was the limb that had gone at Miroku, and the other arm was rather short and clawed.

"Hiko-jin," A female voice ruptured. "Leave now and escape a brutal beating."

Kuwabara dropped in a heap of drool, as the surroundings of women took a strong hold of him. His fingers spread outward as he was trying to paw at them like a small kitten. Every woman's eyes were batting, and their lips were puckered, waiting for something to be placed on their glossy mouths.

Shippo was mounted in fear, as Kuwabara was in eroticment. His padded feet and hands were constantly beating at the ground, running on all fours was a very fast way to escape. The worst enemies that he can remember were trailing behind him as a storm. Hitens cloud was risen high above the colorful trees, as Manten was dashing quickly in through and out of the wooden trunks. "Help!" The fox demon panted, as he tripped out of exhaustion and a clod of mud on the path.

Inuyasha whirled around. Where had Shippô and the nincompoop Kuwabara gone to? Kuwabara was lying on the ground with a ridiculous look on his face, and Shippô had scampered off somewhere. His head didn't know what to think. His claws scratched the back of his head in utter confusion, what was going on?

"Inuyasha!" A familiar call made him freeze, but his demon instincts got the better of him as he jumped high into the air, just as a arrow shot through and was lodged in the ground. The posture of the woman that he saw in his eyes was about to strike again. Her bow was fixated on his body, nevertheless his heart.

"You've betrayed me to many times!" Kiky's flowing words escalated Inuyasha's confusion.

Kurama's red mane of hair blew in the breeze. Everyone began to act strangely within these few minutes. They were all out of it. He didn't know what to expect next. They were in the castle meeting the fourth of the Quintet and were now located in an opposite loon world. His brow furrowed at the image being brought to him before his eyes.

"Mother?"

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