Disclaimer: I do not own Inu yasha or the charecters. My mommy won't buy
them for me.
Alrighty, I started out this fic with the intent of only doing Kag/Sess pov, but that will not work. So we are going to be getting everyone. Still love me? ;)
Chapter 2: Of Souls and Swords
~.~.~.~.~.Miroku
The rest of the group and I stood trying in vain to conceal the amused grins creeping across our collective faces as we watched Inu yasha. The hanyou was crouching, wide-eyed and trembling, in the exact position that he had been in when Kagome had stomped off.
"Well," I said, struggling valiantly not to laugh as I watched the hapless dog, "that was a bit sudden, but you had it coming Inu yasha."
This statement shook him out of his paralysis and he jumped up as though he had tried to sit on one of those porcupines that Kagome had once described. I winced, fully expecting to be shortly receiving a blow that packed a near lethal punch, but he seemed to have forgotten all about me. Strange.
"CRAP!!!! WHAT DOES SHE THINK SHE'S DOING?!?!?!?!?!?!?! THERE'S A SHIKON SHARD OUT THERE!!!!!"
Oh. Not so strange then.
This cultured, melodious phrase was still floating serenely on the breeze when he took off, leaving behind dust devils that even Kouga would have to admire. The rest of the group (being mere mortals without our love at stake) had to clamber up onto Kirrara to have even a slight chance of arriving before the half-demon managed to get both himself and Kagome killed.
"Demon coming up! The woods have emptied of all the creatures! And that means that we have a battle!" came the excited voice of Sango.
"Mmmmphggty aaaannnnzumoooo." The fox's ability to communicat was hampered by the large piece of sticky candy that he was currently trying to loose from his jaws.
"Gnooochiiiii bbbbluuuuuokedin!"
I sighed and raised my eyes toward heaven. Why did it feel like I was the only sane one in the group?
~.~.~.~.~.Inu yasha
I blazed up to Kagome just as she was standing up, and while she looked a bit dusty, she was almost normal aside from that. Almost. Her eyes looked flat and empty, not their usual state at all. However, I did not have time to worry about that.
"KAGOME!!! What the ---- do you mean, running off like that with a Shikon shard so close?!? What the...."
My voice trailed off as the scents of the area hit me and I began to growl deep in my throat.
"Naraku. Or at least one of his incarnations or puppets. He wouldn't have the backbone to come himself."
Kagura, chuckling quietly, stepped out from behind a nearby tree with her red and white fan unfurled. "Keh, are you losing your sense of smell, mutt? I've been here for nearly half an hour."
"I can smell you all too well," my voice was shaking with suppressed rage and barely audable, even to my sensitive ears, "as you positivly REEK of Naraku!!!"
~.~.~.~.~.Sesshoumaru
When I awoke, I was confused. 'Where am I?' This was like no place that I had even been before.
It was a large window-and-doorless mirrored dome with tendrils of mist snaking their way across the ground and around my legs and the trunk of the only other landmark. Aside from the huge maple tree in the exact center there was only me and the mist and the light winking, shining, shivering across the walls and ceiling. It was enough to drive anyone mad.
I had just begun pondering what I was doing here again when the most ridiculous idea struck me like a thunder bolt. Ridiculous, and you somehow undeniably true.
I, Sesshoumaru-sama, taiyoukai of western lands, was being held prisoner.
~.~.~.~.~.Inu yasha
With these words I whipped out Tetsusaiga and felt my youki ripple down the blade even as it was being drawn, transforming it into its true state.
"DANCE OF THE DRAGON WINDS!!!"
Dozens of the deadly tornados instanly came screaming from the sky and began pulverizing the ground around me while I blocked any that came too near with my fang. After this having gone on only about a minuate Kagura, for reasons unknown to me, twitched her fan, dispursing the wind, a small sadistic smile playing on her lips.
That was odd. Normally she loved to watch her winds chase me around as (and I can only assume) payback for using the cutting wind on her.
The faint creaking of a bow being drawn from behind me reached my ears. I spun around, not trusting my nose.
"Kagome?"
She smiled maliciously at me and pulled the string back another inch.
~.~.~.~.~.Sesshoumaru
It could not be. None would so dare. And yet someone had. That they would have such nerve took my breath away.
Fury pored off me and bashed at my prison, washing, pounding like a tsunami, trying to find any way out of this place be it walls or ceiling. Acting as though I could always wield my very rage as a fist I added my demonic energy and beat at my surroundings until I wa half-drained. I had not needed to use so much of my youki since I was only 64, when I had been fighting that demon that would heal amost as soon as you attacked.
As I stood pulling what energy I had not burned back into me glossomer bubbles of all sizes, from ones as big as cherrys to ones a large as myself in human form, began to burst from the walls and fill the room, mixing and splitting like oil in water.
Just when it looked like the room would run out the flood slowed to a trickle and than stopped altogether.
Good.
It would be rather disconcerting to be standing in a bubble of what I suspect is soul.
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Review me, or else I will think that no one likes this fic and will stop it.
Alrighty, I started out this fic with the intent of only doing Kag/Sess pov, but that will not work. So we are going to be getting everyone. Still love me? ;)
Chapter 2: Of Souls and Swords
~.~.~.~.~.Miroku
The rest of the group and I stood trying in vain to conceal the amused grins creeping across our collective faces as we watched Inu yasha. The hanyou was crouching, wide-eyed and trembling, in the exact position that he had been in when Kagome had stomped off.
"Well," I said, struggling valiantly not to laugh as I watched the hapless dog, "that was a bit sudden, but you had it coming Inu yasha."
This statement shook him out of his paralysis and he jumped up as though he had tried to sit on one of those porcupines that Kagome had once described. I winced, fully expecting to be shortly receiving a blow that packed a near lethal punch, but he seemed to have forgotten all about me. Strange.
"CRAP!!!! WHAT DOES SHE THINK SHE'S DOING?!?!?!?!?!?!?! THERE'S A SHIKON SHARD OUT THERE!!!!!"
Oh. Not so strange then.
This cultured, melodious phrase was still floating serenely on the breeze when he took off, leaving behind dust devils that even Kouga would have to admire. The rest of the group (being mere mortals without our love at stake) had to clamber up onto Kirrara to have even a slight chance of arriving before the half-demon managed to get both himself and Kagome killed.
"Demon coming up! The woods have emptied of all the creatures! And that means that we have a battle!" came the excited voice of Sango.
"Mmmmphggty aaaannnnzumoooo." The fox's ability to communicat was hampered by the large piece of sticky candy that he was currently trying to loose from his jaws.
"Gnooochiiiii bbbbluuuuuokedin!"
I sighed and raised my eyes toward heaven. Why did it feel like I was the only sane one in the group?
~.~.~.~.~.Inu yasha
I blazed up to Kagome just as she was standing up, and while she looked a bit dusty, she was almost normal aside from that. Almost. Her eyes looked flat and empty, not their usual state at all. However, I did not have time to worry about that.
"KAGOME!!! What the ---- do you mean, running off like that with a Shikon shard so close?!? What the...."
My voice trailed off as the scents of the area hit me and I began to growl deep in my throat.
"Naraku. Or at least one of his incarnations or puppets. He wouldn't have the backbone to come himself."
Kagura, chuckling quietly, stepped out from behind a nearby tree with her red and white fan unfurled. "Keh, are you losing your sense of smell, mutt? I've been here for nearly half an hour."
"I can smell you all too well," my voice was shaking with suppressed rage and barely audable, even to my sensitive ears, "as you positivly REEK of Naraku!!!"
~.~.~.~.~.Sesshoumaru
When I awoke, I was confused. 'Where am I?' This was like no place that I had even been before.
It was a large window-and-doorless mirrored dome with tendrils of mist snaking their way across the ground and around my legs and the trunk of the only other landmark. Aside from the huge maple tree in the exact center there was only me and the mist and the light winking, shining, shivering across the walls and ceiling. It was enough to drive anyone mad.
I had just begun pondering what I was doing here again when the most ridiculous idea struck me like a thunder bolt. Ridiculous, and you somehow undeniably true.
I, Sesshoumaru-sama, taiyoukai of western lands, was being held prisoner.
~.~.~.~.~.Inu yasha
With these words I whipped out Tetsusaiga and felt my youki ripple down the blade even as it was being drawn, transforming it into its true state.
"DANCE OF THE DRAGON WINDS!!!"
Dozens of the deadly tornados instanly came screaming from the sky and began pulverizing the ground around me while I blocked any that came too near with my fang. After this having gone on only about a minuate Kagura, for reasons unknown to me, twitched her fan, dispursing the wind, a small sadistic smile playing on her lips.
That was odd. Normally she loved to watch her winds chase me around as (and I can only assume) payback for using the cutting wind on her.
The faint creaking of a bow being drawn from behind me reached my ears. I spun around, not trusting my nose.
"Kagome?"
She smiled maliciously at me and pulled the string back another inch.
~.~.~.~.~.Sesshoumaru
It could not be. None would so dare. And yet someone had. That they would have such nerve took my breath away.
Fury pored off me and bashed at my prison, washing, pounding like a tsunami, trying to find any way out of this place be it walls or ceiling. Acting as though I could always wield my very rage as a fist I added my demonic energy and beat at my surroundings until I wa half-drained. I had not needed to use so much of my youki since I was only 64, when I had been fighting that demon that would heal amost as soon as you attacked.
As I stood pulling what energy I had not burned back into me glossomer bubbles of all sizes, from ones as big as cherrys to ones a large as myself in human form, began to burst from the walls and fill the room, mixing and splitting like oil in water.
Just when it looked like the room would run out the flood slowed to a trickle and than stopped altogether.
Good.
It would be rather disconcerting to be standing in a bubble of what I suspect is soul.
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Review me, or else I will think that no one likes this fic and will stop it.