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Kisseki no Kokoro
Scroll 15: Tears from his Child
"Hiko-jin," A female voice ruptured. "Leave now and escape a brutal beating."
"Eh?" Hiko-jin looked up to find the wind user above the warriors floating on her feather. "Are you disobeying Lord Naraku's orders again, my sweet lady?"
Kagura scowled, "Fuujin no Mai!" She called out as she flicked her fan open and sent out a ray of dancing wind.
Sango took this distraction to run over to the fallen monk. "Hôshi-sama...? Hôshi-sama?" She asked, shaking him gently.
Miroku groaned and turned over on his side. He flinched violently as the pain shot through his entire body, "S—Sango...chan..." He whispered.
"Hôshi-sama!!" Sango cried, "C'mon Hôshi-sama, you can't die... we're so close..."
"Sango-chan..." He uttered, "I—" Then the monk slipped into a state of unconsciousness.
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"Mother?" Kurama gasped, as the perfect image of his mom appeared.
"Kurama..." She whispered in a goddess like state.
"No—this is an illusion!" Kurama told himself.
"Kurama... save me..." She said again in a gentle voice.
"Moth—no!" He said, trying to shake the image away from his mind.
"Kikyô!!" He heard Inuyasha yell.
He looked straight up, to where the hanyô was. Inuyasha slashed the air with the tetsusaiga; gracefully eliminating whatever it was that he saw. Kurama frowned at the realization of what he must do. Reluctantly, he pulled out a rose.
"Kurama...?" The image said in a confused voice.
Slowly the rose extended into a rope of thorns, which he brought up in front of his face as he prepared his stance, "I'm sorry, mother..." He said as the rose thorns cut through her body as the imitation screamed.
"Kurama~!!" It yelled as it disappeared.
Inuyasha fell down slowly from his place next to the older kitsune, "Iku zo." Inuyasha said bluntly.
Kurama nodded, not letting the emotion slip by his face. "Hai."
However, not long after they started running did they run into... a perfect image of themselves.
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Sesshômaru drew the toukijin in a swift and graceful motion; his target was Naraku. However, Naraku had anticipated the move from the great Lord and jumped swiftly out of his throne chair, the sword's cut had instead landed against a servant girl who fell screaming to her death. Sesshômaru paid no heed. He went again for an attack as Rin stood next to Jaken cowering in fear. Never before had she seen Sesshômaru become so brash around a single person. It never occurred to her that he could be as evilly cruel as he was now.
"...Sesshômaru--...sama?" She whispered quietly as a tear of horror streamed down her face.
Again, Sesshômaru struck Naraku. The young Rin followed the rapid and fluid movements of the two youkai as she watched on helplessly. The women who were lined up against the walls of the hall were beginning to panic, but dared not move in case there was any punishment awaiting them as it had for Sango and the others.
Naraku chose this time to counter the Lord by extending a spider like arm from his back. It just missed Sesshômaru, and instead pierced another young woman seated just behind him. The girl's eyes instantly became pale as her soul escaped her and she breathed her last. Nonetheless, the two demons fought on, until a single scream stopped them.
"Sesshômaru-sama!! Sesshômaru-sama! Yamero! Yamero, onegai!!" Rin pleaded as she sat near the throne of the main hall with her eyes closed tight and tears streaming down her face as she covered her ears and waited for them to stop. "...Onegai..." She cried, "Onegai!!"
The two stopped and stared in bewilderment at the young girl. The rest of the hall also overlooked this unplanned event. She stood there, choosing not to believe the scene in front of her eyes. She shook as she sobbed and looked into Sesshômaru's eyes with an intent glare that only a young child could give her father.
"I don't want you to..." Rin started, "I can't watch the dead."
Sesshômaru became confused. Ever since he had saved Rin, never did she interrupt him, she never dared command him, and she never even considered stopping him. But now, she stood there, crying, and she had stopped two of the most powerful people in the Sengoku Era.
However, soon Naraku regained his composure. He shot out a deadly tentacle in the Western Lord's direction... more specifically, the frozen heart of Lord Sesshômaru. But no one could have prepared for the event that was about to take place. There was a flash of red and silver, and that was it.
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Muha! There you go, our lovely reviewers, a lovely sort-of cliffhanger. I don't know if its suspenseful enough to make you want to choke me yet or not, but if you do, just tell me in your reviews. ^-^ Love always, april.