Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha or anything I may use in this story. But
I do own the
the mysterious female! See! I'm not as poor as I've been told!
AN: Sorry y'al, I forgot to tell you what the strange words meant. But sorry again, I
can't let you all know until later. It's all a supporter for suspense. But you'll know
soon enough!
The battlefield had been cleaned up, and camp was set up. There was only one thing left to do. Bury Sesshou-Maru. Miroku had tried to ask Inu- Yasha where the grave should be, but he wasn't there to ask. So he assumed that Inu-Yasha would take care of it, since it was his brother's burial.
The sun was getting quite low in the sky, and Kagome was worried. Inu- Yasha hadn't come back yet, and she wondered how long he'd be gone. But something else bothered her. Why had he left? She remembered seeing him crying as he ran off, but why? What was he crying about? Could it be because his brother was gone? No, he had said that he hated his brother. Then why had he been crying? He had always acting like he hated him! Then why had he acted so distraught, so sad, so, almost fearful? He had run like one would run from something that scared them. But why? Could it be that...
But her thoughts were interrupted when the source of her worry appeared. Inu-Yasha came trudging out the woods, his face downcast. Everyone looked up, but then quickly turned away, knowing what he was about to do. He was going to bury his brother.
"This is going to be hard for him," Miroku whispered to Sango, who seated next to him in front of the growing fire.
"Yes, I agree. That's his older brother, and he died by the hands of Naraku," Sango replied, giving him a knowing glance.
Inu-Yasha walked to his body very slower, as if never wanting to have to bury it. He didn't want his brother to be dead, didn't want him to be gone, and he surely didn't want damned female anywhere near his body either! He let a low growl out, but stopped when he neared her. She smelled of tears, a lot of tears. But most disturbing of all, she didn't smell of sadness at all. Not grief, or even the scent guilt or anger came from her. It was as if she was emotionless.
'But that couldn't be. She has to have some kind of feelings. Maybe I'm just not focused,' Inu-Yasha told himself, walking up to the female. She was hunched over, and seemed oblivious to his presence.
'Huh, how usual. This human must not even know that I'm here,' he thought, walking up behind her. He knelt down, and placed a hand on her shoulder. But she didn't move, just simply acted as if he didn't even exist. 'Or she did and doesn't feel like talking.'
"Hey, are you ok?" Inu-Yasha asked her, trying to start a conversation.
She didn't say anything, just kept on with her silence. He decided to give her time, but then couldn't stand it. The silence wasn't what he wanted for an answer.
"You gonna talk to me? Or are you gonna just sit there forever?" He asked, none to nicely, thinking it would get his point across.
But his harsh tone did nothing to move her. It was as if she was deaf.
'Maybe she is deaf!' Inu-Yasha thought. 'That may be the reason why Sesshou-Maru was protecting her.'
"Hey, I don't know if you can hear me or not, but you've got to get up so I can bury..." was all he got out.
She had made him stop with a glare that could kill. He looked her straight in the eye, and saw nothing but anger, and rage that was directed at his words. He was stunned by this, and decided to take a different approach.
"You ok?" He asked again. She turned head back around. Her answer was rather straightforward.
"No," she said almost too calm for her own good.
"Why? Are you in distress from his death?"
"No," she answered, but there was the slightest hint of otherwise in her voice.
"Then why don't you get up so that I can bury him?"
Her reply was none to calm, but rather harsh and not what he had expected.
"I'd rather live in hell with an eternity of dicks crawling down my throat than move from his side," she said, turning her face toward Sesshou- Maru's, almost as if expecting him to agree with her. But he did not move, and it pained her deeply. But she wouldn't show it, not to one like this man. He acted so calm from his own brother's death. Why didn't he even show a single sign of grieving?
"Listen, I don't know what that was suppose to mean, but I need you to move," He said, and reached to grab her arm. She swatted his hand away and held Sesshou-Maru closer. But Inu-Yasha wasn't going to tolerate it. He couldn't stand seeing his brother's body any longer. It was tearing him apart to see what had become of him. So again he reached out to grab her arm. But as soon as his hand was around it, he was hit with something he had never expected.
It took him a minute to register it. Once he had, he looked at the female. She had flung him back, and what he saw amazed him. She had taken what looked like great blankets of leather and surrounded Sesshou-Maru, until he wasn't even visible. Inu-Yasha became scared, but pushed the feeling down. He wasn't about to let this woman win a fight like this. If he was going to lose, then so was she. He walked over to her, ready for anything, not sure what to expect.
She knew he was coming, and let herself go on guard. Her arms could no longer be seen, and the only part of her visible was her head. Inu-Yasha walked right up to her, and she kept still, waiting for his next move.
'She's on guard, that isn't good. It's probably be best if I didn't move in an aggressive manner,' he thought, shifting his eyes to her face.
Inu-Yasha reached out his hand as calmly as he possibly could. But it apparently was the wrong thing to do. As soon as his fingers barely touched her skin, she whipped her head around. Inu-Yasha withdrew his hand and fell, as if he had just been bitten. She faced him with a look of pure wildness. She had her fangs bore widely, and was hissing; her eyes were naught but flashes of colors, constantly changing. Inu-Yasha almost felt like running from the sight of her. To him, she looked almost feral. Like she was a rapid animal, ready to attack him if he dared move. The humans looked at the scene, their eyes filled with fear. But none dared move either. From the sight of fangs, each knew instantly that she was demon. But none knew what type of demon, or how powerful she was. They knew that it was best not to see how powerful she was, and leave it to Inu-Yasha. He was closest anyway, and it was obviously his own issue. If they got into it, then they would get a rude awakening.
Inu-Yasha was breathing heavily. Not from exhaustion, but from fear. He knew that his brother had taken in a helpless human child. But he hadn't known that he'd taken in a demon. He didn't know why, but even from his little bit of knowledge about his brother, she had to be very powerful to be accepted around him. His brother was very powerful, and Inu-Yasha didn't know WHAT kind of power this demoness could be in control of. That is why he didn't dare move. All was silent and still, until she moved.
Her first move was to close her mouth and stop hissing. Then she moved her gaze away from him, and towards Sesshou-Maru again. Inu-Yasha relaxed a little, now that her gaze was not on him anymore. But his guard was still up, and he didn't think it was safe yet to move. After a while he decided that it was safe, since she hadn't moved an inch since her last scene. He first moved his leg, just to test her. She didn't move. Then he moved the other. Nothing. Next he got up. He froze when she turned her eyes towards him. There as no way that he was about to test her any further. After a short while, she looked away, as if knowing that he was no longer a threat. Inu-Yasha waited a second, then starting walking towards the human's camp.
The sun was starting to set, and Inu-Yasha thought that maybe he should just wait on his brother's burial. Though he really wanted to go over there and teach her a thing or two, he decided against it. It wasn't a good idea to disturb the almost fragile female. He sat with his legs crossed. The humans didn't, afraid of what kind of feelings the Hanyou was feelings, and they defiantly didn't want to find out the hard way.
Supper served, and they all ate in silence. Once they were done, each went to their place and slept. Inu-Yasha was the last one up. He stared off at the lone female, who hadn't ceased her leathery cloak around Sesshou- Maru. She was still awake and brewing.
'I don't know what your deal is, but I definitely not going to let you get away with your attitude,' were Inu-Yasha's last thoughts before he drifted off to sleep.
But she stayed awake all night. She couldn't sleep, knowing that he wasn't there with her. She couldn't stand not feeling his warm, not feeling him hold her close. It pained her so deeply that she let the tears come freely down her cheeks.
'Why must it be this way? Why did you leave me? What have I done wrong?'
the mysterious female! See! I'm not as poor as I've been told!
AN: Sorry y'al, I forgot to tell you what the strange words meant. But sorry again, I
can't let you all know until later. It's all a supporter for suspense. But you'll know
soon enough!
The battlefield had been cleaned up, and camp was set up. There was only one thing left to do. Bury Sesshou-Maru. Miroku had tried to ask Inu- Yasha where the grave should be, but he wasn't there to ask. So he assumed that Inu-Yasha would take care of it, since it was his brother's burial.
The sun was getting quite low in the sky, and Kagome was worried. Inu- Yasha hadn't come back yet, and she wondered how long he'd be gone. But something else bothered her. Why had he left? She remembered seeing him crying as he ran off, but why? What was he crying about? Could it be because his brother was gone? No, he had said that he hated his brother. Then why had he been crying? He had always acting like he hated him! Then why had he acted so distraught, so sad, so, almost fearful? He had run like one would run from something that scared them. But why? Could it be that...
But her thoughts were interrupted when the source of her worry appeared. Inu-Yasha came trudging out the woods, his face downcast. Everyone looked up, but then quickly turned away, knowing what he was about to do. He was going to bury his brother.
"This is going to be hard for him," Miroku whispered to Sango, who seated next to him in front of the growing fire.
"Yes, I agree. That's his older brother, and he died by the hands of Naraku," Sango replied, giving him a knowing glance.
Inu-Yasha walked to his body very slower, as if never wanting to have to bury it. He didn't want his brother to be dead, didn't want him to be gone, and he surely didn't want damned female anywhere near his body either! He let a low growl out, but stopped when he neared her. She smelled of tears, a lot of tears. But most disturbing of all, she didn't smell of sadness at all. Not grief, or even the scent guilt or anger came from her. It was as if she was emotionless.
'But that couldn't be. She has to have some kind of feelings. Maybe I'm just not focused,' Inu-Yasha told himself, walking up to the female. She was hunched over, and seemed oblivious to his presence.
'Huh, how usual. This human must not even know that I'm here,' he thought, walking up behind her. He knelt down, and placed a hand on her shoulder. But she didn't move, just simply acted as if he didn't even exist. 'Or she did and doesn't feel like talking.'
"Hey, are you ok?" Inu-Yasha asked her, trying to start a conversation.
She didn't say anything, just kept on with her silence. He decided to give her time, but then couldn't stand it. The silence wasn't what he wanted for an answer.
"You gonna talk to me? Or are you gonna just sit there forever?" He asked, none to nicely, thinking it would get his point across.
But his harsh tone did nothing to move her. It was as if she was deaf.
'Maybe she is deaf!' Inu-Yasha thought. 'That may be the reason why Sesshou-Maru was protecting her.'
"Hey, I don't know if you can hear me or not, but you've got to get up so I can bury..." was all he got out.
She had made him stop with a glare that could kill. He looked her straight in the eye, and saw nothing but anger, and rage that was directed at his words. He was stunned by this, and decided to take a different approach.
"You ok?" He asked again. She turned head back around. Her answer was rather straightforward.
"No," she said almost too calm for her own good.
"Why? Are you in distress from his death?"
"No," she answered, but there was the slightest hint of otherwise in her voice.
"Then why don't you get up so that I can bury him?"
Her reply was none to calm, but rather harsh and not what he had expected.
"I'd rather live in hell with an eternity of dicks crawling down my throat than move from his side," she said, turning her face toward Sesshou- Maru's, almost as if expecting him to agree with her. But he did not move, and it pained her deeply. But she wouldn't show it, not to one like this man. He acted so calm from his own brother's death. Why didn't he even show a single sign of grieving?
"Listen, I don't know what that was suppose to mean, but I need you to move," He said, and reached to grab her arm. She swatted his hand away and held Sesshou-Maru closer. But Inu-Yasha wasn't going to tolerate it. He couldn't stand seeing his brother's body any longer. It was tearing him apart to see what had become of him. So again he reached out to grab her arm. But as soon as his hand was around it, he was hit with something he had never expected.
It took him a minute to register it. Once he had, he looked at the female. She had flung him back, and what he saw amazed him. She had taken what looked like great blankets of leather and surrounded Sesshou-Maru, until he wasn't even visible. Inu-Yasha became scared, but pushed the feeling down. He wasn't about to let this woman win a fight like this. If he was going to lose, then so was she. He walked over to her, ready for anything, not sure what to expect.
She knew he was coming, and let herself go on guard. Her arms could no longer be seen, and the only part of her visible was her head. Inu-Yasha walked right up to her, and she kept still, waiting for his next move.
'She's on guard, that isn't good. It's probably be best if I didn't move in an aggressive manner,' he thought, shifting his eyes to her face.
Inu-Yasha reached out his hand as calmly as he possibly could. But it apparently was the wrong thing to do. As soon as his fingers barely touched her skin, she whipped her head around. Inu-Yasha withdrew his hand and fell, as if he had just been bitten. She faced him with a look of pure wildness. She had her fangs bore widely, and was hissing; her eyes were naught but flashes of colors, constantly changing. Inu-Yasha almost felt like running from the sight of her. To him, she looked almost feral. Like she was a rapid animal, ready to attack him if he dared move. The humans looked at the scene, their eyes filled with fear. But none dared move either. From the sight of fangs, each knew instantly that she was demon. But none knew what type of demon, or how powerful she was. They knew that it was best not to see how powerful she was, and leave it to Inu-Yasha. He was closest anyway, and it was obviously his own issue. If they got into it, then they would get a rude awakening.
Inu-Yasha was breathing heavily. Not from exhaustion, but from fear. He knew that his brother had taken in a helpless human child. But he hadn't known that he'd taken in a demon. He didn't know why, but even from his little bit of knowledge about his brother, she had to be very powerful to be accepted around him. His brother was very powerful, and Inu-Yasha didn't know WHAT kind of power this demoness could be in control of. That is why he didn't dare move. All was silent and still, until she moved.
Her first move was to close her mouth and stop hissing. Then she moved her gaze away from him, and towards Sesshou-Maru again. Inu-Yasha relaxed a little, now that her gaze was not on him anymore. But his guard was still up, and he didn't think it was safe yet to move. After a while he decided that it was safe, since she hadn't moved an inch since her last scene. He first moved his leg, just to test her. She didn't move. Then he moved the other. Nothing. Next he got up. He froze when she turned her eyes towards him. There as no way that he was about to test her any further. After a short while, she looked away, as if knowing that he was no longer a threat. Inu-Yasha waited a second, then starting walking towards the human's camp.
The sun was starting to set, and Inu-Yasha thought that maybe he should just wait on his brother's burial. Though he really wanted to go over there and teach her a thing or two, he decided against it. It wasn't a good idea to disturb the almost fragile female. He sat with his legs crossed. The humans didn't, afraid of what kind of feelings the Hanyou was feelings, and they defiantly didn't want to find out the hard way.
Supper served, and they all ate in silence. Once they were done, each went to their place and slept. Inu-Yasha was the last one up. He stared off at the lone female, who hadn't ceased her leathery cloak around Sesshou- Maru. She was still awake and brewing.
'I don't know what your deal is, but I definitely not going to let you get away with your attitude,' were Inu-Yasha's last thoughts before he drifted off to sleep.
But she stayed awake all night. She couldn't sleep, knowing that he wasn't there with her. She couldn't stand not feeling his warm, not feeling him hold her close. It pained her so deeply that she let the tears come freely down her cheeks.
'Why must it be this way? Why did you leave me? What have I done wrong?'