WOW I feel really motivated right now. I got a review from one Nick
Hiryu ((PPLES READ HIS STORIES!! great gore footage with a hint of a
couple romances. a great blend when it comes to Inu Yasha fics.)) and
it just BOOM got me to typing. So, This chapter is like dedicated to
him, just for the fact that he's cool. Lol
You find out a lot more about Inu Yasha's past in America in this chapter. You'll see what I mean. I hope you all enjoy this.
Sorry, but you will all just have to live with Sesshy's OOC ness. It just fits better in the story than if he was his normal bastard of a self. ((Don't get me wrong; Sesshy's a great guy!!))
Dedicated to Nick Hiryu, a fellow writer on [fanfiction], for his review. Thank You!!!!
"Finding Your Heart" by Inu Faceness
Chapter Seven: Blast From The Past
Rin greeted them at the door, her long chestnut brown hair falling around her shoulders.
"Hey!" She gave all of them a hug before stepping from the doorway to allow them in. Rin led them into the front room, where Sesshomaru sat on a large leather couch with a young child in his arms. The little girl jumped from her father's lap and hurled herself into Kagome.
"Aunt Ka'ome!" Takara's speed was enough to send Kagome for a whirl. She ruffled the girl's short dirty blond head.
"My Kami, how you've grown!" she said, looking into her happy golden eyes. "Her demon blood is catching up with her, Sesshomaru," she sent a wink to the man who now had his arm around his mate. In return, he gave her a slight smile.
After an hour, Takara fell asleep in Kagome's lap, sucking on her thumb lightly. Kagome, Sango, and Miroku sat on a dark couch across from Sesshomaru and Rin. The conversation with Miroku outside still heavy on her head, Kagome looked up from the child in her arms to look the youkai straight in the face.
"Sesshomaru, do you know anything about Inu Yasha's time in America? Ever heard him speak about a guy named Onigumo?" Sesshomaru drew a deep breath as he thought a moment. Pulling himself off the couch, the youkai left the room. Kagome hastily, but carefully placed the sleeping child on the spot where she had sat and followed her brother in law.
His merry whistling rang through the hallways. Hojo smiled. He had patients to attend to today. 'No more sitting at a counter all day,' he thought, walking into Songiya Inu Yasha's room. Before entering, he picked up the clipboard and skimmed it over as he walked to the bed. The young man grimaced slightly at the sight of the blood filled photographs.
"Good thing you're part youkai, there buddy. If not, you woulda died before the ambulances even arrived." Walking to the heart monitor to check the readings, he decided to give a boost of hope to the man in bed. He had heard that if the patient heard a voice, they could be tempted to come back. "You had an awful lot of visitors today, sir. One from America even." He watched the steady beat of the machine. The light smell of cigarette smoke hung in the air and Hojo remembered the same stench from the man who had first come to see Inu Yasha.
"Though, that guy's not too healthy." He walked to the wall by the door, flipping on the vents to clear out the smell. The steady beeping of the life machine beside the bed-ridden hanyou sped up slightly. Hojo looked back at Inu Yasha, seeing the raise of the man's chest elevate for longer times.
"Inu Yasha? Are you comin' out of it?" He hadn't expected an answer, and none was given. Remembering what he learned in his college classes, people coming out of comas could take long periods of time to gain their consciousness completely. Was Inu Yasha truly coming out of the coma?
Sesshomaru made his way to the attic where he pulled down the staircase. Kagome climbed up right after him, sneezing slightly as a light layer of dust was kicked up. She looked around the dark room, watching as Sesshomaru grabbed a small box. He put it under his left arm and looked back at Kagome.
"You'll have to look at these. He wrote them to me while he was there."
She raised a thin brow and looked at the box. "You never wrote back, did you?" She held a hidden pain for Inu Yasha as she spoke. Sesshomaru walked past her and down the stairs, careful not to drop the box. Kagome sighed and followed, taking the box when he handed it to her.
Taking a seat on the floor between the two couches, she opened the box. Sango, Rin, and Miroku were captured in a small game of cards while Sesshomaru sat in his place. He watched Kagome with one hand slightly covering his mouth and the other on the back of the couch as he leaned against the armrest.
Kagome took out one of the seven letters, written in a child like handwriting, addressed to Sesshomaru and his mother. She took out the short, crinkled note and read it to herself.
Dear Sesshomaru:
Your friend never picked me up. Do you know why? This man, Naraku, took me in. He's never home, though. He's got the strong scent of liquor on his breath all the time. He runs this business. I don't know what its for, but he said its dangerous. I found papers about it before, but he took them away. I wonder what they are.
How are you and your mother? I hope everything is fine in Japan. Naraku's home, better stop writing. Last time I wrote, a month ago, he beat me pretty bad. Still got the gash to prove it.
Inu Yasha
She picked up a newer one, the stamp dated when she was fourteen. 'Fifteen... I wonder how long before Inu Yasha left Naraku this was...'
Dear Sesshomaru:
I need to get out of America. If I get money n' stuff, can I come back? Naraku's getting out of hand. He tried to kill me last night. I know you don't really care, but he and his buddies pulled out knives. Cut me up real bad. I need to come home. I dunno how long Naraku is gonna try and keep me quiet before making me quiet. The N.C.K.Y. is getting stronger. I'm coming home.
Inu Yasha
"I answered to that one," Sesshomaru said from his spot on the couch. Kagome looked up at him with tears in her eyes, nodding slightly as she put the note back. "He didn't come back for two years though." The youkai added.
The young girl closed the box, slowly wiping the tears from her face before joining her friends in a game of cards.
He felt the rain on his face, the painful jab in his side, and he heard the drunken laughter in the background. His eyes opened slightly in time to see a leg hit his stomach. Blood splattered from his mouth as he tried to get up from the wet concrete. Someone to his left grabbed the back of his soaked shirt and pulled him up, punching the soft flesh of his cheek. More laughter rang through his ears. But something wasn't right.
'What's going on?' he thought, taking another hit. 'This has all happened before.' His nostrils flared from his busted nose as he tried to breath. That's when he smelled it.
"Naraku" he sputtered, more crimson liquid spilling from his lips. He remembered. This happened nearly four years ago. But why was he thinking of this? Why was he thinking of this horrible memory? He had just been thinking of his wedding and his wife. Where did this thought of Naraku come from?
The pink of metal caught his wet fur lined ears as they swiveled to the source of the sound. His golden eyes, now black and bruised, squinted through the falling rain to the man holding the knife. His heart sped up when he say Naraku laughing as the large man swung at him. The guy was drunk and slow, but the blade in his hand was long and sharp. The blade inched closer to his body as he was dropped onto the ground. He looked up and the man who was formally holding him was now laughing along side the others. Thinking quick, he rolled, trying to avoid the blade.
Kagome walked to her door, waving goodbye as both Sango and Miroku drove away. She opened the door, placing the box of letters on the table. The phone rang in the kitchen and she made her way to it, pressing the on button and listening to the voice.
"Hello? Yes, this is Songiya Kagome. About Inu Yasha?" After a short pause, Kagome stumbled back, sitting in the chair. She thanked the girl on the phone and hung up. Her voice was a whisper as she put her hand over her beating heart. "Inu Yasha.... Are you awake?"
END CHAPTER
the part where Inu is getting beat up is in his head. the stupid quick edit thingy wont let me put it in italics DAMN IT!
Ok. There ya go. I wont be able to update until Monday or so because I am leaving this week end. We are going out of state to see my sis. Exciting... isn't it ::rolls eyes:: there isn't even a real reason to see her. She just wants us to see her. We aren't even gonna be doin nothing but sitting in her house ::groans:: I can do that here .
Inu Face
You find out a lot more about Inu Yasha's past in America in this chapter. You'll see what I mean. I hope you all enjoy this.
Sorry, but you will all just have to live with Sesshy's OOC ness. It just fits better in the story than if he was his normal bastard of a self. ((Don't get me wrong; Sesshy's a great guy!!))
Dedicated to Nick Hiryu, a fellow writer on [fanfiction], for his review. Thank You!!!!
"Finding Your Heart" by Inu Faceness
Chapter Seven: Blast From The Past
Rin greeted them at the door, her long chestnut brown hair falling around her shoulders.
"Hey!" She gave all of them a hug before stepping from the doorway to allow them in. Rin led them into the front room, where Sesshomaru sat on a large leather couch with a young child in his arms. The little girl jumped from her father's lap and hurled herself into Kagome.
"Aunt Ka'ome!" Takara's speed was enough to send Kagome for a whirl. She ruffled the girl's short dirty blond head.
"My Kami, how you've grown!" she said, looking into her happy golden eyes. "Her demon blood is catching up with her, Sesshomaru," she sent a wink to the man who now had his arm around his mate. In return, he gave her a slight smile.
After an hour, Takara fell asleep in Kagome's lap, sucking on her thumb lightly. Kagome, Sango, and Miroku sat on a dark couch across from Sesshomaru and Rin. The conversation with Miroku outside still heavy on her head, Kagome looked up from the child in her arms to look the youkai straight in the face.
"Sesshomaru, do you know anything about Inu Yasha's time in America? Ever heard him speak about a guy named Onigumo?" Sesshomaru drew a deep breath as he thought a moment. Pulling himself off the couch, the youkai left the room. Kagome hastily, but carefully placed the sleeping child on the spot where she had sat and followed her brother in law.
His merry whistling rang through the hallways. Hojo smiled. He had patients to attend to today. 'No more sitting at a counter all day,' he thought, walking into Songiya Inu Yasha's room. Before entering, he picked up the clipboard and skimmed it over as he walked to the bed. The young man grimaced slightly at the sight of the blood filled photographs.
"Good thing you're part youkai, there buddy. If not, you woulda died before the ambulances even arrived." Walking to the heart monitor to check the readings, he decided to give a boost of hope to the man in bed. He had heard that if the patient heard a voice, they could be tempted to come back. "You had an awful lot of visitors today, sir. One from America even." He watched the steady beat of the machine. The light smell of cigarette smoke hung in the air and Hojo remembered the same stench from the man who had first come to see Inu Yasha.
"Though, that guy's not too healthy." He walked to the wall by the door, flipping on the vents to clear out the smell. The steady beeping of the life machine beside the bed-ridden hanyou sped up slightly. Hojo looked back at Inu Yasha, seeing the raise of the man's chest elevate for longer times.
"Inu Yasha? Are you comin' out of it?" He hadn't expected an answer, and none was given. Remembering what he learned in his college classes, people coming out of comas could take long periods of time to gain their consciousness completely. Was Inu Yasha truly coming out of the coma?
Sesshomaru made his way to the attic where he pulled down the staircase. Kagome climbed up right after him, sneezing slightly as a light layer of dust was kicked up. She looked around the dark room, watching as Sesshomaru grabbed a small box. He put it under his left arm and looked back at Kagome.
"You'll have to look at these. He wrote them to me while he was there."
She raised a thin brow and looked at the box. "You never wrote back, did you?" She held a hidden pain for Inu Yasha as she spoke. Sesshomaru walked past her and down the stairs, careful not to drop the box. Kagome sighed and followed, taking the box when he handed it to her.
Taking a seat on the floor between the two couches, she opened the box. Sango, Rin, and Miroku were captured in a small game of cards while Sesshomaru sat in his place. He watched Kagome with one hand slightly covering his mouth and the other on the back of the couch as he leaned against the armrest.
Kagome took out one of the seven letters, written in a child like handwriting, addressed to Sesshomaru and his mother. She took out the short, crinkled note and read it to herself.
Dear Sesshomaru:
Your friend never picked me up. Do you know why? This man, Naraku, took me in. He's never home, though. He's got the strong scent of liquor on his breath all the time. He runs this business. I don't know what its for, but he said its dangerous. I found papers about it before, but he took them away. I wonder what they are.
How are you and your mother? I hope everything is fine in Japan. Naraku's home, better stop writing. Last time I wrote, a month ago, he beat me pretty bad. Still got the gash to prove it.
Inu Yasha
She picked up a newer one, the stamp dated when she was fourteen. 'Fifteen... I wonder how long before Inu Yasha left Naraku this was...'
Dear Sesshomaru:
I need to get out of America. If I get money n' stuff, can I come back? Naraku's getting out of hand. He tried to kill me last night. I know you don't really care, but he and his buddies pulled out knives. Cut me up real bad. I need to come home. I dunno how long Naraku is gonna try and keep me quiet before making me quiet. The N.C.K.Y. is getting stronger. I'm coming home.
Inu Yasha
"I answered to that one," Sesshomaru said from his spot on the couch. Kagome looked up at him with tears in her eyes, nodding slightly as she put the note back. "He didn't come back for two years though." The youkai added.
The young girl closed the box, slowly wiping the tears from her face before joining her friends in a game of cards.
He felt the rain on his face, the painful jab in his side, and he heard the drunken laughter in the background. His eyes opened slightly in time to see a leg hit his stomach. Blood splattered from his mouth as he tried to get up from the wet concrete. Someone to his left grabbed the back of his soaked shirt and pulled him up, punching the soft flesh of his cheek. More laughter rang through his ears. But something wasn't right.
'What's going on?' he thought, taking another hit. 'This has all happened before.' His nostrils flared from his busted nose as he tried to breath. That's when he smelled it.
"Naraku" he sputtered, more crimson liquid spilling from his lips. He remembered. This happened nearly four years ago. But why was he thinking of this? Why was he thinking of this horrible memory? He had just been thinking of his wedding and his wife. Where did this thought of Naraku come from?
The pink of metal caught his wet fur lined ears as they swiveled to the source of the sound. His golden eyes, now black and bruised, squinted through the falling rain to the man holding the knife. His heart sped up when he say Naraku laughing as the large man swung at him. The guy was drunk and slow, but the blade in his hand was long and sharp. The blade inched closer to his body as he was dropped onto the ground. He looked up and the man who was formally holding him was now laughing along side the others. Thinking quick, he rolled, trying to avoid the blade.
Kagome walked to her door, waving goodbye as both Sango and Miroku drove away. She opened the door, placing the box of letters on the table. The phone rang in the kitchen and she made her way to it, pressing the on button and listening to the voice.
"Hello? Yes, this is Songiya Kagome. About Inu Yasha?" After a short pause, Kagome stumbled back, sitting in the chair. She thanked the girl on the phone and hung up. Her voice was a whisper as she put her hand over her beating heart. "Inu Yasha.... Are you awake?"
END CHAPTER
the part where Inu is getting beat up is in his head. the stupid quick edit thingy wont let me put it in italics DAMN IT!
Ok. There ya go. I wont be able to update until Monday or so because I am leaving this week end. We are going out of state to see my sis. Exciting... isn't it ::rolls eyes:: there isn't even a real reason to see her. She just wants us to see her. We aren't even gonna be doin nothing but sitting in her house ::groans:: I can do that here .
Inu Face
