Coming back
By Japanese Dreamer
Disclaimer: You all should know by now.
AN: Here it is my new fic. Took me a while to get inspiration but I finally got it. Hope you enjoy!
JD
Summary: She finally returned after so many years gone. They thought she had returned to the future, instead she chose her own path and followed, getting into more trouble than she bargained for. Now a youkai, she has to decide whether just to move with her heart or start over with a past love. I/K
Chapter One ( Returning )
Had it been so long since she had left? A cloak figured walked through the ever so familiar woods. How many times had she gone through here? How many times had she traveled through these same woods trying to get away from home or trying to find him? How many times did he hurt her in these woods? How many times did he make her laugh? How many times did he make her cry?
Head bent down, the traveler continued through the woods, her hidden fox ears picking up each and every sound the forest made. From the crunching of the leaves at the bottom of her shoes to the chirping of a robin, high up in the tree tops.
Her feet traveled on their own accord. They knew which turn to take, what to avoid, where the land sloped and where the land rose. It was so familiar that it hurt. Soon the figure found it's way into a small clearing. There stood the tree that had started everything. The tree where she had met him. The same tree he was pinned too for 500 years.
It stood tall, grand, challenging the trees around it to match it's beauty. But none could. It was the sacred God tree. Where her journey had began.
She walked up to the tree, her hand gliding over the trees rough bark. How long had this tree stood? How long would it live? This tree had watched her grow, watched everything around it grow while it stayed the same. Always the same. Vines hung down from the branches, flowers and weeds grew at its base, fighting for soil with the tree's roots.
The hooded figure, in one graceful move, jumped onto one of the low branches. She slowly sat down, looking down from the branch. She used to be afraid of heights. Now all she wanted to do was see how high she could go. How many times had he sat here, looking down at her? How many times had retreated here to think? So many memories were in these trees.
The figure jumped back down, landing on both feet, knees bent slightly. So many years ago she wouldn't have dared to do that. Now it seemed as no great accomplishment.
Her feet once again moved of their own accord. She knew where they wanted to go, but it was she that was not sure. She idly put her hands on the two swords that rested on each side of her hips. A late gift from her mother. The mother she left for him only to find out he didn't want her. Her grip subconscencely tightened on the hilts.
Her feet kept moving, no stopping, there was no need. She soon saw the familiar shape of the well. Her way home. But no longer was it her way home, only another memory. She walked over to it, nothing had changed, it was still the same. She slowly stroked her hand over the rim of the well. How many times had she gripped the rim of this well and jumped over. How many times did he follow her.
Memories came to her and she quickly snatched her hand away. She didn't want to remember. Not anymore. She had remembered enough to last a lifetime. She didn't want to remember.... she wanted to forget.
But she knew she couldn't. She couldn't and wouldn't, no matter how many times she convinced herself it was the best thing to do.
As if knowing it was time to go, her feet once again moved. She looked down at the ground. Sparse grass grew where her feet traveled. She didn't know how many times she had walked here. Always the same route. But now the path looked overgrown, it looked not to be used in years.
This figure moved cautiously toward where she knew the village would be. She had masked her scent and her presence once she had stepped into the forest. No one knew she was there, she liked it that way.
As she walked closer, even though she couldn't quite see the village, she heard the sounds. Adults and children laughing and talking, enjoying life. She had once did the same thing. She had once laughed and look forward to life. Now she wasn't so sure. She wasn't sure living was what she wanted. It would be much simpler to just submit to death.
Soon her eyes spotted the top of a familiar hut. But nothing flashed in her eyes. No happiness, no joy, no excitement, only sadness. It overwhelmed her.
As she got closer she felt the presence of a half-demon. But as she got closer it was not just one half-demon, it was two. But nothing flashed in her eyes. But instead, her sadness grew stronger. Who was it? She knew one of the auras belonged to him, but what about the other?
Too busy with her thoughts, she didn't notice the youkais heading for the same village she was. It was then did she hear the screams and wails. Without a second thought, she used her demonic speed to race to the village. She was a little to find that the villagers were actually defending themselves. But a silver and red flash caught her eyes. Her eyes moved until they landed on his face. She felt her heart constrict but she chose to ignore it.
Her eyes instead moved passed him to the little figure behind him. Kagome felt tears prick her eyes. The little boy had silver hair, black streaks through them. His little hands adorning claws were clenched at his sides. He looked about ready to cry, his eyes trained on his father. But his eyes, not silver, not brown but blue. A familiar blue that she had sworn she had seen in someone else's eyes. It was a miniature Inuyasha.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Sango, two little kids clung to her legs and she looked to be pregnant! She followed Sango's line of vision to land upon a familiar face. It was Miroku. She looked for his right hand to find that the fabric was gone. She smiled.
Her eyes once again moved to stop on a orange tail. Her heart once again constricted. It was her little pup. But as she looked at him, fighting of the wolf youkais he wasn't a little boy anymore. She had wanted to watch him grow, watch him mature but she never got the chance.
Once again she turned to the little boy. His eyes now flowing with tears. She could tell he wanted to help his father but didn't know how. She smiled, just like Inuyasha.
Then she saw it, one of the wolf youkai escaped pass Inuyasha, heading straight for the child. Just when he was about to swipe his claws down on the figure Kagome moved.
Inuyasha struggled to fight off the wolf youkais. He cursed himself for forgetting to bring tetsaiga. He killed one of the youkais to his left only to be replaced by two more. He watched his son out of the corner of his eye. He should really have a talk to his son about when he fought he should run back home. He killed another youkai, only to find another had took his place. He didn't know why but suddenly every youkai that came to this village wanted to kill his son.
Would he ever live in peace? It seemed not. He sighed. He wanted to kill himself. How could he have been so stupid to banish her from the village? Why was he so stupid that he pushed away the person who truly loved him? He knew that if it was her child, she would not leave them. But Kikyou did, for money, and because she hated her child, not human but hanyou. Even after he wished her life back, she still betrayed him. He wanted to hurt himself for putting all this trouble on his son.
Inuyasha fought them hard and long, but he saw one of them move pass him. He tried to move toward him, but the four other youkais kept him back.
"Souten run!! Run Home!!!!"
But the little boy was to scared. Here the wolf was heading for him and he didn't know how to fight.
Inuyasha was just about to look away, no hope when the youkai suddenly let out an anguish cry and fell.
Kagome vowed to herself that she would always protect her friends. Even though Inuyasha had betrayed her, she considered him a friend, no family. She didn't want anyone to hurt her family. So she pulled out toutsai from her left hip, keeping tonsai for later when she would need it.
As if she had done it a million times before, she slashed through the wolf youkai with ease. Killing him easily on her purifying sword. She stood in front of the little boy. She wanted badly to reach out and hug him to her. She couldn't stand to see children cry. He was no exception. She picked him up easily, her youkai strength coming in handy.
The other youkais backed off of Inuyasha to head straight for the cloaked figure.
"Leave" the whisper left the cloaked figure, neither masculine nor feminine.
"We want the child, hand him over. We will give you no trouble and you will be greatly rewarded." One of the youkais said.
The figure seemed to think this over. Inuyasha knew that if the figure handed his son over to the youkais he would kill the figure, no matter if he saved his son from death.
"..... No."
With that she brought her sword down in a veritcal stripe, three arrows breaking from the line to kill the three youkais that stood, leaving only the one who had spoke.
"Tell Lord Seiya that if he wants the child, he'll have to grow through me, Kita" She laughed mentally, she'd like to see the reaction Seiya had to that name, her made up name. She hadn't used her real name in years. She was starting to miss be called by it.
The youkai nodded running off scared.
She had instantly recognized the symbol that the wolves wore. She wondered what Seiya would want with this child. But hell would have to freeze over if she let any child go near Seiya. She hated him with a vengance.
Souten was still clinging to the cloaked figure, surprisingly feeling safe in the person arms. The figure protected him and didn't hate him like many other people did. The figure rubbed the child's back lovingly, showing claws on its hand.
"Who are you?" Inuyasha asked.
"An old friend." The figure said.
By Japanese Dreamer
Disclaimer: You all should know by now.
AN: Here it is my new fic. Took me a while to get inspiration but I finally got it. Hope you enjoy!
JD
Summary: She finally returned after so many years gone. They thought she had returned to the future, instead she chose her own path and followed, getting into more trouble than she bargained for. Now a youkai, she has to decide whether just to move with her heart or start over with a past love. I/K
Chapter One ( Returning )
Had it been so long since she had left? A cloak figured walked through the ever so familiar woods. How many times had she gone through here? How many times had she traveled through these same woods trying to get away from home or trying to find him? How many times did he hurt her in these woods? How many times did he make her laugh? How many times did he make her cry?
Head bent down, the traveler continued through the woods, her hidden fox ears picking up each and every sound the forest made. From the crunching of the leaves at the bottom of her shoes to the chirping of a robin, high up in the tree tops.
Her feet traveled on their own accord. They knew which turn to take, what to avoid, where the land sloped and where the land rose. It was so familiar that it hurt. Soon the figure found it's way into a small clearing. There stood the tree that had started everything. The tree where she had met him. The same tree he was pinned too for 500 years.
It stood tall, grand, challenging the trees around it to match it's beauty. But none could. It was the sacred God tree. Where her journey had began.
She walked up to the tree, her hand gliding over the trees rough bark. How long had this tree stood? How long would it live? This tree had watched her grow, watched everything around it grow while it stayed the same. Always the same. Vines hung down from the branches, flowers and weeds grew at its base, fighting for soil with the tree's roots.
The hooded figure, in one graceful move, jumped onto one of the low branches. She slowly sat down, looking down from the branch. She used to be afraid of heights. Now all she wanted to do was see how high she could go. How many times had he sat here, looking down at her? How many times had retreated here to think? So many memories were in these trees.
The figure jumped back down, landing on both feet, knees bent slightly. So many years ago she wouldn't have dared to do that. Now it seemed as no great accomplishment.
Her feet once again moved of their own accord. She knew where they wanted to go, but it was she that was not sure. She idly put her hands on the two swords that rested on each side of her hips. A late gift from her mother. The mother she left for him only to find out he didn't want her. Her grip subconscencely tightened on the hilts.
Her feet kept moving, no stopping, there was no need. She soon saw the familiar shape of the well. Her way home. But no longer was it her way home, only another memory. She walked over to it, nothing had changed, it was still the same. She slowly stroked her hand over the rim of the well. How many times had she gripped the rim of this well and jumped over. How many times did he follow her.
Memories came to her and she quickly snatched her hand away. She didn't want to remember. Not anymore. She had remembered enough to last a lifetime. She didn't want to remember.... she wanted to forget.
But she knew she couldn't. She couldn't and wouldn't, no matter how many times she convinced herself it was the best thing to do.
As if knowing it was time to go, her feet once again moved. She looked down at the ground. Sparse grass grew where her feet traveled. She didn't know how many times she had walked here. Always the same route. But now the path looked overgrown, it looked not to be used in years.
This figure moved cautiously toward where she knew the village would be. She had masked her scent and her presence once she had stepped into the forest. No one knew she was there, she liked it that way.
As she walked closer, even though she couldn't quite see the village, she heard the sounds. Adults and children laughing and talking, enjoying life. She had once did the same thing. She had once laughed and look forward to life. Now she wasn't so sure. She wasn't sure living was what she wanted. It would be much simpler to just submit to death.
Soon her eyes spotted the top of a familiar hut. But nothing flashed in her eyes. No happiness, no joy, no excitement, only sadness. It overwhelmed her.
As she got closer she felt the presence of a half-demon. But as she got closer it was not just one half-demon, it was two. But nothing flashed in her eyes. But instead, her sadness grew stronger. Who was it? She knew one of the auras belonged to him, but what about the other?
Too busy with her thoughts, she didn't notice the youkais heading for the same village she was. It was then did she hear the screams and wails. Without a second thought, she used her demonic speed to race to the village. She was a little to find that the villagers were actually defending themselves. But a silver and red flash caught her eyes. Her eyes moved until they landed on his face. She felt her heart constrict but she chose to ignore it.
Her eyes instead moved passed him to the little figure behind him. Kagome felt tears prick her eyes. The little boy had silver hair, black streaks through them. His little hands adorning claws were clenched at his sides. He looked about ready to cry, his eyes trained on his father. But his eyes, not silver, not brown but blue. A familiar blue that she had sworn she had seen in someone else's eyes. It was a miniature Inuyasha.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Sango, two little kids clung to her legs and she looked to be pregnant! She followed Sango's line of vision to land upon a familiar face. It was Miroku. She looked for his right hand to find that the fabric was gone. She smiled.
Her eyes once again moved to stop on a orange tail. Her heart once again constricted. It was her little pup. But as she looked at him, fighting of the wolf youkais he wasn't a little boy anymore. She had wanted to watch him grow, watch him mature but she never got the chance.
Once again she turned to the little boy. His eyes now flowing with tears. She could tell he wanted to help his father but didn't know how. She smiled, just like Inuyasha.
Then she saw it, one of the wolf youkai escaped pass Inuyasha, heading straight for the child. Just when he was about to swipe his claws down on the figure Kagome moved.
Inuyasha struggled to fight off the wolf youkais. He cursed himself for forgetting to bring tetsaiga. He killed one of the youkais to his left only to be replaced by two more. He watched his son out of the corner of his eye. He should really have a talk to his son about when he fought he should run back home. He killed another youkai, only to find another had took his place. He didn't know why but suddenly every youkai that came to this village wanted to kill his son.
Would he ever live in peace? It seemed not. He sighed. He wanted to kill himself. How could he have been so stupid to banish her from the village? Why was he so stupid that he pushed away the person who truly loved him? He knew that if it was her child, she would not leave them. But Kikyou did, for money, and because she hated her child, not human but hanyou. Even after he wished her life back, she still betrayed him. He wanted to hurt himself for putting all this trouble on his son.
Inuyasha fought them hard and long, but he saw one of them move pass him. He tried to move toward him, but the four other youkais kept him back.
"Souten run!! Run Home!!!!"
But the little boy was to scared. Here the wolf was heading for him and he didn't know how to fight.
Inuyasha was just about to look away, no hope when the youkai suddenly let out an anguish cry and fell.
Kagome vowed to herself that she would always protect her friends. Even though Inuyasha had betrayed her, she considered him a friend, no family. She didn't want anyone to hurt her family. So she pulled out toutsai from her left hip, keeping tonsai for later when she would need it.
As if she had done it a million times before, she slashed through the wolf youkai with ease. Killing him easily on her purifying sword. She stood in front of the little boy. She wanted badly to reach out and hug him to her. She couldn't stand to see children cry. He was no exception. She picked him up easily, her youkai strength coming in handy.
The other youkais backed off of Inuyasha to head straight for the cloaked figure.
"Leave" the whisper left the cloaked figure, neither masculine nor feminine.
"We want the child, hand him over. We will give you no trouble and you will be greatly rewarded." One of the youkais said.
The figure seemed to think this over. Inuyasha knew that if the figure handed his son over to the youkais he would kill the figure, no matter if he saved his son from death.
"..... No."
With that she brought her sword down in a veritcal stripe, three arrows breaking from the line to kill the three youkais that stood, leaving only the one who had spoke.
"Tell Lord Seiya that if he wants the child, he'll have to grow through me, Kita" She laughed mentally, she'd like to see the reaction Seiya had to that name, her made up name. She hadn't used her real name in years. She was starting to miss be called by it.
The youkai nodded running off scared.
She had instantly recognized the symbol that the wolves wore. She wondered what Seiya would want with this child. But hell would have to freeze over if she let any child go near Seiya. She hated him with a vengance.
Souten was still clinging to the cloaked figure, surprisingly feeling safe in the person arms. The figure protected him and didn't hate him like many other people did. The figure rubbed the child's back lovingly, showing claws on its hand.
"Who are you?" Inuyasha asked.
"An old friend." The figure said.