Disclaimer: I don't want to say it! folds arms against chest I do (cough, not, cough) own Inuyasha andhis fuzzy wazzy ears.
A/N: I am not very happy with this chapter but I am posting it up for my fans. (If I have any?) So don't flame me cause I already know that it is bad.
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I looked at the inky darkness, completely black now that Daisuke's fire was gone. Why did I even save Inuyasha? He doesn't love me so why care? Was it for Kagome? No, I needed the hanyou for my plans. That was why, I am sure of it. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. Love is such a bothersome thing.
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Chapter 8
"Naraku," I hiss. We are standing by the god-tree. There is no scar from when Inuyasha was pinned there. His front is to the tree and his back toward me. I snarl at him, wishing for my bow and arrows. Suddenly I feel the familiar weight of my weapons on my back. "Mark my words, Naraku, you will pay." I whip an arrow onto my strung bow. Naraku turns toward me, pulling off his baboon pelt in a flurry of white. I release the arrow. The arrow goes in slow motion to the one under the pelt. Inuyasha! My eyes widen as I watch him be pinned to the god tree again. My right shoulder begins to ache badly, it is drenched in blood.
"Inuyasha," I whisper as my strength leaves my body. I take a few struggling steps up to him. I grab the arrow protruding from his chest and destroy it. I collapse against his body, looking up at his face. His eyes slowly open. "Thank you, Kagome." He mutters, "for saving me from Kikyou's spell." I can't move, I can't feel. I am not Kagome, I am NOT Kagome. I feel dead again. Inuyasha golden eyes stare at me. Everything is gone except for the eyes. I am falling in the dark, two golden orbs piercing me.
Suddenly I am thrown into flames. I am stuck in a fiery hell. My body falls to the ground. I am laying down while the flames surround me, consume me. My hands are placed on my chest, my clothing now a shroud. Is this my funeral?
I cannot move. I am sleeping in a bed of flames. I force my eyes to stay open, each lid felt like a ton. I watch the smoke billow into the night sky, or is it the sky? A pink star twinkles in the distance. One lone star in the inky black sky. It falls from the sky in a pink flash. It tumbles into my empty hands.
The fire instantly goes out. I am laying in darkness with the shinning pink star in my hand. Suddenly I am mobile again. I sit up and look into it's shinny depths. The star produces an image from the inside. I watch in a trance.
I see two Inuyasha's. One is human, the other is demon. They are fighting each other. I watch, it is an even fight though one is mortal. Then I see the hanyou appear between the two. He shifts his head between both of them in deep thought. Human and demon still trying to kill each other.
Suddenly the scene morphs, it is Kagome and I. She is shaking her head at me, tears streaming down from her eyes. I am just standing there, staring at her. Then I see myself pull out a pink ball from my kimono. It is the Shikon no Tama.
My eyes widen, it finally hit me, this fallen star is the Shikon no Tama. I forget about the scene inside and examine the powerful stone closely. It looks the same as ever. No scratches, no dents, completely perfect. The total opposite of life.
I glare at the jewel angrily. This stupid piece of junk did nothing for me. I seethe inside, my rage heightening. Slowly the pink rock dims. My anger grows and the Shikon no Tama tints black. I grind my teeth. Is life worth it? To have happiness you must have sorrow. What if your life is sorrow? No bright spot any where! I bring my arm back to hurl the black jewel into nothingness.
Someone grabs my wrist. I struggle to throw the ball until I notice who that person is. Midoriko. Could it really be her. She smiles at me slightly until she takes the Shikon no Tama from my fist. A frown drifts onto her face. She slaps me on the face lightly. I am still to stunned to respond. She hands me back the Shikon jewel. It is now returned to its natural pink splendor. My hand curls around the Shikon, the power coursing through my veins. I am transfixed by her face. She gives me a reinsuring smile and whispers, "Do not let your anger control you, child." Then her expression becomes forlorn, "Please, save me." She leaves the same way she appeared.
I bring the jewel up to my chest with renewed lovingness. It shines brighter, and brighter. Soon I cannot stand to look at it, and turn my head away. Still it shines on, my forgotten purity feeding it. The stone burns my hand, I cannot stand to hold it any more. I toss the Shikon no Tama into the darkness. Another hand catches it. Kagome steps out of the darkness, the jewel now in her procession. "Wake up, Kikyou... Wake up, Kagome..."
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I open my eyes slightly. I feel a weight on my chest. I open my eyes wider. I am not where I fell asleep last night. "Kagome, are you awake?" The ball of fluff laying on my stomach asks. I sigh and sit up, a sharp pain in my left arm leaves me whimpering. Shippo jumps off my belly. "Sango," he calls out. "Kagome is up." The demon exterminator comes into my line of vision. "Shippo why don't you go and get Miroku and Inuyasha with Kirara. Tell them I have lunch ready." Sango reaches my side and helps me sit up. "Do I have to?" Shippo whines. I look sharply at the kit. "Do as she says Shippo." I order softly. He sighs and scampers off with the cat demon. Kagome really did spoil that kit.
Sango bends down next to me and unwraps some bandages. She gasps in surprise when she sees that the smaller ones have completely healed. Being a miko does have it's advantages. She stares at me with a worried expression on her face. I shift under her gaze. I really hate pretending I am Kagome.
Finally I break the uneasy silence, "So how long was I asleep?"
"About a day and a half." She stands up and brushes off her clothing. "Do you want lunch before I redress your arm?" I finally notice the splint that my left arm is tied to. It sure aches. "Sure," I answer, starting to unwrap the bandages myself. It is not like I am helpless when I am injured.
I cringe at what I see under the cast. My left arm is completely black and blue. Daisuke must have done more damage then I thought. I test my miko powers, seeing if there is enough to heal it. My arm glows pink; the bruises disappear along with the pain, but my arm is still badly broken. My power is still not at full strength yet. Looks like my plans will be postponed till I can finish healing my arm.
Sango comes over with two rice bowels in hand. Oh great more bowels, I am NOT washing them this time. She sets my food in my lap, handing me a pair of chopsticks. Steam evaporates off the rice. I dig in, I was very hungry with my extensive use of energy.
Sango watches me, slowly eating her own lunch. I don't take notice and eat to my hearts content. When I am half way done with my second helping she beguines to speak. "Kagome, I am worried about you." She says slowly. I look up at her, giving her my attention. "You have been acting so strange lately. You seem so indifferent. The Kagome I knew never held her emotions behind a mask. Another thing, how did you learn to control your powers like that? I thought you were never trained as a miko. Something about you has been different ever since Kikyou died." She slips an arm around my shoulders. I squeak in pain when she jars my left arm. "Oh, gomen," She mutters as she withdraws her arm.
I look at the ground. I can't tell her. What can I tell her? "Sango, I thank you for your concern, but I am fine. Its just my monthly cycle is due for a visit. And ummm... Keade taught me some new things." I mentally slap myself, what a stupid excuse. She smiles at me, "Is that all?" I smile back, praying that she bought it. She laughs, the atmosphere resuming its friendliness. "Hey, sorry I asked. So how was it beating your first demon alone?" I grin back at her, I love to boast. "Well it sure was a piece of cake." (A/N: Did they even have cake in feudal Japan?)
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Well another chapter done... and a lot more to go. Oi, Athena is being a pest, like normal. She found out that I do not write fluffyness well and is getting on my nerves. She made me rewrite this whole stupid chapter because of how bad it was. (Personally I still don't think it is to good.) If I didn't love her so much she would be out in the street in a blink of an eye. Its not like she does her share of work around here anyways.
I will be gone camping for the last of my summer so my next chapter may be a little late. And, Reality, I never meant that I was going to exclude Sango, Miroku, Shippo, and Kirara, just that they will probably have minor parts. -