Disclaimer: You know, I had a dream that I owned Sessho-Maru once. . .
A/N: Gomen, it has been a long time hasn't it? I'm so sorry, but I've become something of a sloth over the holiday break. I really don't want to go back to school and Honors Geometry. But, it is looming ever present, and I must face the dreaded math. The horror. But, on the other hand, I need to get some serious writing done. 'The Closet Story' is in a bit of a rut at the moment, and I have yet another (Fushigi Yugi) story in the works right now that is consuming most of my time. That's the way I work. The story that most interests me the most is the one I work on, but it's not a very good habit. Well, on with the chapter, ne?
A Blast From the Past
Chapter 9-InuYasha's Mission
InuYasha breathed in the scent of the city, his hands gripping the edge of someone's roof. His elder brother stood beside him impassively, his hands crossed over his chests as if he hadn't a care in the world. InuYasha frowned slightly. You'd think Sessho-Maru didn't care about Rin's safety at all, but of course he did. It was subtly evident in the way he stood, and the way he spoke. It had been Sessho-Maru who had first picked up Naraku's trail from his home. Of course his nose would be better than a mere hanyou's. His brother now refused to wear his concealing spell, but hopefully anyone who saw a pair of dog demons jumping about on rooftops would think they'd been hitting the bottle too much.
"Can you smell it, InuYasha?" Sessho-Maru drawled, jerking his sibling from his thoughts. The hanyou suppressed a growl and shook his head in reply. "I thought as much, little brother. It's fading. I can barely pick it up now. By this time tomorrow the smell will have disappeared completely." The taiyoukai finished, gesturing out in the direction of the city. Lights glittered in the darkness, letting Tokyo become a mass of what could have been fireflies, except for the loud industrial noises.
"Then we'd better get going right, brother?" InuYasha snapped, his white hair streaming out behind him as he leapt to the next rooftop. Sessho-Maru shook his head. His younger brother was too hasty. The demon lord followed at a slower pace, making sure they followed the scent exactly. It wouldn't do to get off mark. They had to make certain that they kept on his trail. For everyone's sake.
-Elsewhere in the City-
Kagome stared blankly at the wall in front of her, trying to keep her thoughts collected. She couldn't panic. Not now, not here. It had been less than a day since she had found herself here. Hopefully InuYasha was looking for her right now. He . . . he needed to find them. Despite the confinements they were in, she could still use her powers, and she knew that Rin would soon go into labor. The shock of coming through the well had been too much for her body. Kagome had been able to prevent a miscarriage, but the child would still be premature. She didn't know what to do if Rin had her baby here. She didn't want to know what Naraku might do.
Naraku. . . she was still trying to figure out how it was even plausible. She had seen him die. Everybody had. That was what she couldn't explain. Was this somehow not Naraku? But then why did he kidnap them. No, it definitely was him. No doubt about that. Was it a reincarnation? Or had they not killed him in the first place? Her mind reeled with the thoughts and she turned away from them, instead looking down at her slumbering son.
Ryou muttered something in his sleep, clutching the silken sheets he was curled up on. Kagome couldn't help but smile. He looked like his father. So innocent looking. While he was asleep at least, his mother added as an afterthought. She bent over and gently kissed his forehead, brushing away his jet black hair tenderly. Rin was asleep in the other room. Kagome was awake, though she knew she should get some sleep. It had to be at least past midnight.
"Such a precious child." A voice said from behind her. Kagome spun around quickly, instinctively getting between the person speaking and her son. As her eyes adjusted to the sudden light of the lamps being turned on, she blinked back her surprise. A black haired woman was sitting comfortably in a nearby chair, her chin propped up on her wrist. The woman wore a tight- fitting leather outfit that bared her back, rather revealing in all. She smiled slightly, and Kagome couldn't help but shiver. The smile had a feral edge to it that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Why was this woman here? The woman that looked like her?
"Who are you?" Kagome said though she already knew the answer, covering her inner fear with a strong voice. Kikyo chuckled softly for a moment before throwing back her head and laughing with an abandon that bordered on dementia. She finally ceased and placed hands on hips, smiling softly as if she knew a good secret.
"Ah yes, I suppose I should explain things, shouldn't I my dear Kagome?" Kikyo said in a hushed tone. Before Kagome could blink, Kikyo was beside her, looking down at the sleeping Ryou. Her eyes were hard and cold. "Ah. . . my precious Ryou. . ."
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Kagome shouted, forgoing her miko powers and instead simply smacking Kikyo square across the face. The dead woman withdrew a ways, smiling that cruel smile.
"No need to get offensive my dear. I was merely admiring your son's resemblance to his father." Kikyo said, sitting down in the chair once more. "But, I suppose you are confused. Naraku is supposed to be here, isn't he? So why is Kikyo here? Naraku is here as well, in this very room, before your very eyes." Kikyo said softly. Kagome's eyes darted around, but, the only one she could see was Kikyo.
"No. . . it isn't possible. . . you can't be. . ." Kagome stuttered, backing away from the woman in front of her, horror printed across her face. Kikyo, or rather Kikyo's body stood up and threw out her arms. She turned around, and Kagome could see the spider burn mark upon her bare back.
"The one and only my dear, dear Kagome. Call me Naraku. . ." Kikyo/Naraku hissed, triumphant gleam in her/his eyes. It just couldn't be true.
A/N: Bet ya didn't expect that did ya? Oh yes, Naraku is back as. . . Kikyo? More will be explained in my next chapter, Kikyo's Body. Looking forward to it? I hope so. *listening to Suboshi's Never Get Away* Why do I always put a song in here? Who knows. Ja Mata!
A/N: Gomen, it has been a long time hasn't it? I'm so sorry, but I've become something of a sloth over the holiday break. I really don't want to go back to school and Honors Geometry. But, it is looming ever present, and I must face the dreaded math. The horror. But, on the other hand, I need to get some serious writing done. 'The Closet Story' is in a bit of a rut at the moment, and I have yet another (Fushigi Yugi) story in the works right now that is consuming most of my time. That's the way I work. The story that most interests me the most is the one I work on, but it's not a very good habit. Well, on with the chapter, ne?
A Blast From the Past
Chapter 9-InuYasha's Mission
InuYasha breathed in the scent of the city, his hands gripping the edge of someone's roof. His elder brother stood beside him impassively, his hands crossed over his chests as if he hadn't a care in the world. InuYasha frowned slightly. You'd think Sessho-Maru didn't care about Rin's safety at all, but of course he did. It was subtly evident in the way he stood, and the way he spoke. It had been Sessho-Maru who had first picked up Naraku's trail from his home. Of course his nose would be better than a mere hanyou's. His brother now refused to wear his concealing spell, but hopefully anyone who saw a pair of dog demons jumping about on rooftops would think they'd been hitting the bottle too much.
"Can you smell it, InuYasha?" Sessho-Maru drawled, jerking his sibling from his thoughts. The hanyou suppressed a growl and shook his head in reply. "I thought as much, little brother. It's fading. I can barely pick it up now. By this time tomorrow the smell will have disappeared completely." The taiyoukai finished, gesturing out in the direction of the city. Lights glittered in the darkness, letting Tokyo become a mass of what could have been fireflies, except for the loud industrial noises.
"Then we'd better get going right, brother?" InuYasha snapped, his white hair streaming out behind him as he leapt to the next rooftop. Sessho-Maru shook his head. His younger brother was too hasty. The demon lord followed at a slower pace, making sure they followed the scent exactly. It wouldn't do to get off mark. They had to make certain that they kept on his trail. For everyone's sake.
-Elsewhere in the City-
Kagome stared blankly at the wall in front of her, trying to keep her thoughts collected. She couldn't panic. Not now, not here. It had been less than a day since she had found herself here. Hopefully InuYasha was looking for her right now. He . . . he needed to find them. Despite the confinements they were in, she could still use her powers, and she knew that Rin would soon go into labor. The shock of coming through the well had been too much for her body. Kagome had been able to prevent a miscarriage, but the child would still be premature. She didn't know what to do if Rin had her baby here. She didn't want to know what Naraku might do.
Naraku. . . she was still trying to figure out how it was even plausible. She had seen him die. Everybody had. That was what she couldn't explain. Was this somehow not Naraku? But then why did he kidnap them. No, it definitely was him. No doubt about that. Was it a reincarnation? Or had they not killed him in the first place? Her mind reeled with the thoughts and she turned away from them, instead looking down at her slumbering son.
Ryou muttered something in his sleep, clutching the silken sheets he was curled up on. Kagome couldn't help but smile. He looked like his father. So innocent looking. While he was asleep at least, his mother added as an afterthought. She bent over and gently kissed his forehead, brushing away his jet black hair tenderly. Rin was asleep in the other room. Kagome was awake, though she knew she should get some sleep. It had to be at least past midnight.
"Such a precious child." A voice said from behind her. Kagome spun around quickly, instinctively getting between the person speaking and her son. As her eyes adjusted to the sudden light of the lamps being turned on, she blinked back her surprise. A black haired woman was sitting comfortably in a nearby chair, her chin propped up on her wrist. The woman wore a tight- fitting leather outfit that bared her back, rather revealing in all. She smiled slightly, and Kagome couldn't help but shiver. The smile had a feral edge to it that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Why was this woman here? The woman that looked like her?
"Who are you?" Kagome said though she already knew the answer, covering her inner fear with a strong voice. Kikyo chuckled softly for a moment before throwing back her head and laughing with an abandon that bordered on dementia. She finally ceased and placed hands on hips, smiling softly as if she knew a good secret.
"Ah yes, I suppose I should explain things, shouldn't I my dear Kagome?" Kikyo said in a hushed tone. Before Kagome could blink, Kikyo was beside her, looking down at the sleeping Ryou. Her eyes were hard and cold. "Ah. . . my precious Ryou. . ."
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Kagome shouted, forgoing her miko powers and instead simply smacking Kikyo square across the face. The dead woman withdrew a ways, smiling that cruel smile.
"No need to get offensive my dear. I was merely admiring your son's resemblance to his father." Kikyo said, sitting down in the chair once more. "But, I suppose you are confused. Naraku is supposed to be here, isn't he? So why is Kikyo here? Naraku is here as well, in this very room, before your very eyes." Kikyo said softly. Kagome's eyes darted around, but, the only one she could see was Kikyo.
"No. . . it isn't possible. . . you can't be. . ." Kagome stuttered, backing away from the woman in front of her, horror printed across her face. Kikyo, or rather Kikyo's body stood up and threw out her arms. She turned around, and Kagome could see the spider burn mark upon her bare back.
"The one and only my dear, dear Kagome. Call me Naraku. . ." Kikyo/Naraku hissed, triumphant gleam in her/his eyes. It just couldn't be true.
A/N: Bet ya didn't expect that did ya? Oh yes, Naraku is back as. . . Kikyo? More will be explained in my next chapter, Kikyo's Body. Looking forward to it? I hope so. *listening to Suboshi's Never Get Away* Why do I always put a song in here? Who knows. Ja Mata!