Chapter 7: Time to hit the Scrolls
"Yes, I know of the library," Mygoa said sitting on the branch. It was the Thursday and after living a week at the shrine, and avoiding my friends question about my face I had come back to the past to ask about the library. Tomorrow was a big track met and hopefully I could redeem my position as being one of coach's favorite people. But instead of doing some last minuet training, I was sitting in a tree at the twin's house talking to Mygoa about the library.
"Then all I have to do is go and ask him, he is my grandfather."
"One problem," said Mygoa. "His lordship is dead. He has been dead for almost a hundred years."
"So who owns the library," I asked.
"I would probably think your uncle," he said.
"That might not be a good idea, Akira," Miroku said. He was still nursing a wound from Sango boomerang. Remind me never to marry a chick with a large boomerang. "You don't understand their relationship."
Kohuka and Mushin were sitting up in the tree with me. This seemed to be the popular place at their house. Tim was nowhere to be found, but who knows what chicks do when they were alone.
"He said they weren't really close"
"That is really putting it lightly," said Miroku.
"MIROKU!"
Miroku cringed and got up, to go into the house.
"Wonder what he did now," said Mushin.
"So this is normal," I asked watching him go into house. He seemed to be kind of scared of his wife.
"Normal as it gets around here," Kohuka said.
Well at least their parents were together, and both of them were pretty cool. Mine were a different story, but I wonder what would have happen if mom never went back to her own time, would it be like this?
"So where do you think this uncle of mine lives," I asked.
"In the western lands," Mygoa said and got up and left. Hopping away to find something to eat, probably.
"That is about a couple hours ride on Kirara," said Kokaku.
"So I take it you two are in," I said.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," said Mushin.
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I could hear the announcer over the loud speaker calling for my met.
The wounds had healed very nicely, leaving no scars to show; but then again I heal fast.
"So who's the man with your mother," asked Botan lining up next to me.
I shot a look into the stands to see mother there with Hobo the clown. I growled. What the hell was he doing near her, doesn't he take a hint.
"Man are you ok," asked Boten.
"Huh," I asked getting out of my thoughts.
"You just growled like a pissed off dog, are you sure your okay," he asked. "You haven't been yourself lately."
"Runners take your mark," said the announcer before I could replied to that.
Boten had been telling me all week that I haven't been myself, and part of me wanted to tell him the reason. He was my best friend and deserved to know the truth. But I didn't know how he would take it. How would take it if my best friend wasn't exactly human?
"You don't know the half of it," I said under my breath.
I got into my lane and crouch down. I could feel the excitement around me raise my senses up, as if they became more in tune into what was going on. I could smell the blood, sweat, and hear the pounding of each and every heartbeat. I could feel their strength and weakness, the fears and doubts. It was like for the first time I was truly alive in this world, able to experience it to the fullest.
The starting pistol fired and I shot forward, I could hear the crowd down to the tinniest trickle of ice cream hitting the floor and could smell everything from the sweat to a woman in the stands who was crewing on a mint. My sense, for the first time where alive.
I lean into the turn and stretch my legs; I have never notice how each muscle working felt like. How the bend and contract on command, pushing me forwards. The second bend came quickly and then the stretch. Nobody was in front of me and I could senses five very weak aura ways behind me. I wasn't running because I wanted to, but because I need to. I needed to touch the side of blood that I never felt, the youkai side. I needed to understand it, feels the world through its senses. Before I had been deaf and blind, but now I felt alive with all the perception I now possesses.
The third bend came up and I could hear the crowd roaring, all except mother. I could feel her sitting down and the letting out of a deep breath. I could feel the nervousness in her. She knew what was going through me now, and after years of hiding it, could she hid it anymore? Somehow my youkai blood had broken through the rest of human side of me, and it doesn't want to let go.
The finish line came upon me quickly and I broke through the tape. I stop to look back, seeing the rest of the runner, giving up on trying to keep up with me. A couple of seconds past before they joined me at the finished line.
I looked up at the stands at her, and she looked nervous. Did she know what I just experience?
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"You late," I heard Tim said as I came into the place where we suppose to meet.
"Sorry, I had to wait for the results of a pee test to come back," I said. The coaches, including mine, demanded that I have a pea test. They all thought I had taken some sort of drug. Shows how much faith he has in me.
It seemed that I had somehow broken all the Olympic records and they thought I had taken steroids. Thank god that you couldn't detect youkai blood in a pee test, because that had to be illegal.
"A pee test?" Kohaku asked.
I didn't feel like explaining it, especially to them. I had seen the looks on my team mates face. It was like I was some sort of freak; even Botan just walked off like I was something else.
Mom hadn't talk on the way home, Hobo had, but she hadn't. She told him that she wasn't feeling well. Hobo made a comment about her always been on the sick side and said he would call her tomorrow. My mother was in perfect health, so where he got the whole she always been on the sick side from was beyond me.
"Did you get it," Mushin asked.
I reached inside my backpack and pulled out a large jar with a very pissed off flea in.
"Come on," I said. "Time is a wasting."
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I wrapped my arms around Tim tiny waste, and shot Mushin a look that said don't even say it. She had fallen asleep a couple of minutes ago and I had made an excuse in my mind that I didn't want her to fall off. Not that was true, but it was better then admitting the possessive feelings I have been have about her lately. She leans into me, growling a little before settling down.
I took a deep breath of her hair as it curled around me. It smelled like a spring and woods. Most women of my days wouldn't like the smell, but I did. It was rough and gentle at the same time, much like her.
"Better be careful," I heard Mushin said.
"Do I dare ask why you said that," I said, not really sure I wanted to know. Mushin was like Botan when it came to these things, you listen and then do the complete opposite.
"A female youkai only lets a male youkai near her, when she ready to mate,"
Mate?!
"First off what the hell do you know about youkai mating habits, and I am not pure blood youkai, and aren't I little young to be matting." Not that I wouldn't mind do it with someone as hot as Timayara.
"Mom and dad both deal with youkai in their positions, so they needed to know as much as possible about them, including matting habit. Second, even though you only a quarter bloods, that quarter blood is very dominant. You feel like a youkai," said Mushin.
"But we are still too young."
"Not really, I do know of people who married at your age. Mostly humans and sometimes youkai," he said. "Plus you're almost immortal." Now I was really scared. One thing having a father whom could past as my twin; it was another thing to be stuck in this body for as long as he has been alive.
"But Inuyasha has aged," I said.
"Youkai age at the same rate as humans until they hit adult hood and then slow down to almost a complete stop," said Mushin. "And it seems that both half and quarters also share this weird feature."
"So basically I am going to be stuck in my eighteen year old self for a while," I said.
"Probable, I could be wrong," Mushin said, leaning back.
I looked down at Tim, who had nestle back into my shoulders. She fits perfectly against my frame, and for a moment I allowed myself to think we were made for each other. Then reminding myself I was way to young to be having these thoughts. Hell I was still a virgin.
She nudges my shoulders finally settling down.
She probable would kick my butt after this, but I still felt protective of her. I don't know why, I had only known her for almost two weeks.
"Just be careful, I heard female youkai are pretty rough, when it comes to mating."
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Dawn started to come and I opened my eyes. The skies were alive with soft colors and pink clouds that were floating by. I could smell the dew on the ground and the crisp morning air.
I stretched and looked around; we had to be almost there.
"Kahoku, are we almost there."
Kakoku picked his head up from Kirara and looked around him. "I think so, we are defiantly in the western lands."
I nudge Tim who woke up and looked at me. Her eyes reminded me of the sky in the early morning, when it hadn't turn to the sharp blue yet.
"Morning sunshine," I smiled. She looked at me and told me to piss off. Defiantly not a morning person.
I nudge Mushin to wake up, he was getting heavy. "One more round, dear, I am gain for anything," he muttered in his sleep.
We all turned around and looked at him. I quickly scooted into Tim, which popped her up a little more into my lap. She was about ready to smack me, which I would have taken against getting wet on the back.
"Man, if you are having a wet dream against my back I'll kick your ass."
Tim and Kahoku were having a hard time not laughing, as Mushin woke up.
"Huh.were did she go?"
"Where did who go," I asked.
He looked around before saying nothing. At least someone was getting some action, even if it was in his dreams.
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"We need to talk now, human," Tim said as we walked towards the direction that Mygoa told us. He wasn't too happy about spending the night in a jar in my backpack, but I didn't want him going squealing to my father on what we were doing.
I turned and looked at her. "Sure, what's up, Tim?"
"About leaning against you, human. It doesn't mean anything okay, so don't any ideas that I want you to jump my bones or anything."
Jump her bones? Boy did these people come up with the most unique way to saying having sex.
"I don't need a mate to protect me, and you definitely wouldn't make a good mate, with you being so weak."
Ouch, and I thought Tia was the only one who could send your manhood crashing to the floor.
"Hey, it's cool," I lied. Maybe Mushin was wrong with the whole female allowing you into personal space meant she wanted some action. "And what do you mean by weak. Hey I stood on the same ground as my father."
She stopped and started to laugh, and what ever left of my manhood was obliterated. "You. you. you didn't stand on the same ground as your father. A male youkai would never kill his own pup." She was laughing so hard that she started to cry.
"Ok. that is one fight, but I am not weak," I said.
"Well here is your chance to test out that theory," she said as we stood at the entrance into a valley. "I hear the fights between your father and uncle are legendary."
Author Notes
To Dark Trinity: I try. I want to connect the stories so I had to put a little of each his grandparents along with his parents. I like writing in first person because you can have a lot of fun messing around in their brains. As for the relationship between Carey and Tim, three times is the charm.