Her eyes flashed in anger. Guess I hit a soft spot. He thought triumphantly. Immeadiatly she drew out a scroll. Holding it between her index finger, and her middle finger, she held it up in front of her chest. The other hand lay limply at her side, and he noticed that it ended in a whithered stump.
Suddenly, he felt something twinge in his stomach. She began chanting something eerie. A curse! Inuyasha thought frantically. That ugly hag is cursing me! He was motionless, caught in the flow of the spell. An owl took flight with a hoot of protest at the engery encircling the two of them.
The scroll stopped being a scroll. It melted into a white blob with letters on it. The the letters ran, coloring te scroll/blob partially black. The blackness spread, and a the same time, the blob began to lose mass. It got lighter, and became more like a glow of black light, for now it was completely black, than a blob of anything.
The curse, for that was what it really was, not a blob, or a glow, rose into the air, taking flight from Kintaenas fingers and drifted toward him. Slowly, it came toward him, menacing and evil. Shes no miko! Shes a kuromiko! A darkl preistess! No! Inuyasha thought, petrified. He was physically unable to move.
The orb flew onto his stomach, burning away the fabric of his kimono. It stuck like glue. With a dark chuckle, the priestess left. The orb then began to slowly sink into his skin. A wave of sudden pain hit him. It was so intense, he vomited. Another wave hit him, and he curled up in a ball. He was able to move now, but he wasnt paying any attention to that.
He could only focus on the pain. He had never felt anything like this! Not when he was poisoned by that cursed spider demon. Not when Kagome had nearly killed him, having been controlled by something. Not even that time when Sesshoumaru had plunged his hand right through his stomach. That was in the same area, though. Inuyash thought vaguely.
I remember now, he thought, this is a memory. He nearlky forgot that thought as the pain intensified. Every nerve in his taut body was burning, every muscel clenched. His teeth were clamped together so hard they were in danger of fraying. The white-hot pain only got worse. Its supposed to stop now! The thought desperatly. Dawn is supposed to come.
But dawn wouldnt come. Nothing would come. No friend would come and chase away his enemies when he could not. No death would come and releive the man of this relentless torment, so real, though for once he knew it was a dream. No blackness would claim him, and rid him of this torture, leaving him to the turmult of his mind. No.
Finally he could take no more. Even Inuyashas dignity had its limits. His jaws unclamped and he screamed. The world around him faded and he thought with hopeful joy that he would faint. But though the forest around him dissapated, the pain did not leave. He tried to drown out his pain in his howls of agony, but not even that would save him.
He knew of one person, one person in the whole of the world that could save him, that could heal anything. She wouyld rid him of this curse. And she could. She was the only one he had ever truely loved. Loved like family, that is. But she had left him. She had gone away to heal an onslaught of diptheria n a village. She never returned.
Suddenly Inuyasha saw her in front of him. "suki" he screamed her name in torment. But she shook her head slowly, denying what was before her very eyes. She backed up, slowly then faster. Finally she turned and fled.
"Onesama!!!" Inuyasha shreiked in his sleep. Kagome jerked awake. It was inuyasha. But who was 'sister'? He has a sister?! She thought, surprised. She saw sango awaken instantly, and miroku rose as well, rubbing his ear. Inuyasha had a loud voice. Shippou was sleeping at his friends house, but doubtless he would come too.
"I-Inuyasha?" Miroku said with a yawn. Hes sweating. Kagome noticed with a sudden swoop of fear in her stomach. What kind of terror could make Inuyasha sweat and scream? What was he dreaming?
He was clenched in a tiny ball. People were not supposed to be able to curl up that small. Obviously he was being visited by some nightly terror that only he could full understand the signifigance of. "Inuyasha?" Sango asked, very concerned. Miroku smirked, somehow finding humor in the unusual situaltion.
"bet he wakes up when I do this." Miroku whispered. He touched tetsusaigas hilt, which was leaning againt Inuyasha, and lifted it up. A second later a very annoyed hanyou was standing over the monk, who was on the floor with a very large bump on his head. "He woke up." Miroku informed them from the floor, with a crooked smile on his face.
Inuyasha snatched tetsusaiga, and drew it. Kagome was sure for a minute that he was going to use the wind scar on the poor monk. Kaze no kizu would kill him for sure. But he only whacked Miroku again very very hard on the head. There would later be an enormus scar to show for it. "Serves him right, little perverted theif." He muttered.
"Inuyasha?"
"huh?"
"SIT!"