Finding My Father

Chapter Seven: ...Why?!

The sky was dark but there were many sparkling stars. I felt the weight of tiredness upon me, along with the steady beat of Miroku's walking. It seemed that with every step that he took my eyelids fell just a little lower.

"Owww!" I yelped. I felt something with sharp claws digging into my arms. "AHH!! LET ME GO! LET ME GO, YOU CREEP!"

"Release the boy now and you will remain unharmed!" Miroku shouted assertively.

Everything seemed duller now; the smells, the sounds, my sight.

I squirmed even though I was in horrible pain and the more I moved the more the sharp claws cut into me. Everyone had their weapons drawn. They were afraid to attack because they might accidentally hurt me.

As I jerked around and kicked at my captor ineffectively with all of my strength, I noticed a lock of black hair on my shoulder.

Just then it made sense; It was MY black hair. Oh No! Of all the times that this could happen, it had to happen now. Now, when my strenght was actually necessary. My strength was important for the first time ever, and it was gone. I hate this.

I looked weakly at the sky, there was no moon.

It didn't hurt anymore. Though my body might have been there, I was so helpless that I really felt like a spectator.

"Give me my son right now and I might let you live!" Kagome staggered as she aimed her bow unsteadily at the beast.

"You seem to think that you have room to bargain. In reality, I have all the control of this situation." My captor caught us off-guard; We were helpless, and he knew it.

I could feel his thoughts in his voice.

I was going to die.

How could anyone think otherwise? I gave my moms and my friend Miroku a final look. I was pouring my heart out through my eyes, just saying goodbye...