"Hmph. See if I care. Inuyasha can do whatever he likes!" Kagome muttered angrily as she picked at her food with her chopsticks. "He's always running away from me, anyway. Why would I worry? There's nothing to worry about!"
"Hey, Miroku, do you think we should do something?" Sango asked as she nudged the monk. He had been shoving the food, which had been supplied by the family he had recently helped perform an "exorcism", into his mouth. He abruptly looked up as Sango's sharp elbow poked into his stomach.
"Uh...no. I think Kagome will most likely need time alone. It's wise not to disturb her," Miroku replied. He resumed his consistent shoving of food in his mouth as soon as he had finished talking.
Sango, seeing that there was no hope in talking to the monk whilst he was eating, stood up and walked over to her dear friend. She sat down next to Kagome and said, "Kagome, I think Inuyasha has smelt something that might lead him to something of his past. The look in his eyes as he had left were not revealing that he was going after Kikyou-."
"Who said Inuyasha was going after Kikyou? I didn't think that," Kagome stubbornly retorted. But, she had put her chopsticks down and was listening intently to Sango.
"Well, I was just saying. Inuyasha can't be going after Kikyou. His eyes shined with curiosity. And, anyway, if Inuyasha was going after Kikyou, we would've seen her Shinidamachuu. But, there were none," Sango continued. "So, I think if it is anything that Inuyasha is going after, it must be something relating to his past. And, we must not tangle ourselves up in someone else's affairs."
"That had been what I was thinking all along. But, thank you, Sango," Kagome said. However, her words did not match her emotions since her face turned more settled and she took up her chopsticks to begin eating her dinner.
Sango returned back to her seat next to Miroku, but he was still busy stuffing his face full of food. Sighing, she picked up her chopsticks and finished up her dinner.
The peak of the mountain was already shrouded in an unending blanket of fog. Seeing something an inch away was as hard as trying to view a single star in a rain storm. However, Inuyasha cautiously sniffed the dirt in his path to make sure he had been venturing in the right direction. The scent was definately getting stronger.
As Inuyasha continued on, the fog seemed to be dissapating. Soon, the hanyou had arrived at the bottom of a waterfall. A steady river was tumbling over a cliff to meet a wide lake at the base of the cliff.
The whole entire area smelt of lilies and flowers. There was no mistaking that this was the place where that person must be residing. That mysterious person.
Suddenly, the dark silhouette of a woman appeared. From where Inuyasha stood, he could make out a long kimono and straight hair that fell down to the woman's hips.
She walked in an odd way, stopping once in a while as if to listen for something. She would walk a few steps and then stop. Walk and then stop. But, eventually, she made her way to Inuyasha.
"Mother?" The word escaped from Inuyasha's lips. "Mother?"
"Inu-Yasha. You have grown up," the woman said. The woman's lips pulled up into a small smile. She moved a few steps closer to Inuyasha and cried out jubilantly, "My boy!"
"This can't be you. It must be one of Naraku's tricks," Inuyasha whispered, mostly to himself. He backed away from the woman who was advancing upon him. "Or-or, Sesshomaru is trying to pull something off again."
"What, Inuyasha, are you saying? Are you not even happy to see your own mother?" the woman said. She walked a few steps closer and then repeated, "Not even your own mother?"
"But-but. It can't be. It can't be," Inuyasha stuttered. But, the woman was his mother, or so it seemed. She had the same deathly pale skin and the same cherry red lips. Yet, there seemed to be something different about this lady. Her eyes were different and so were the words she spoke. Inuyasha's mother would never have been that open-never even to her own son. She was calm and would not act overly happy or sad at any moment. Yes, he had seen her shed her tears, but even then, his mother had not shed that many tears. However, this person sounded a bit too happy. But, it had been a long time since mother and son had seen each other. Maybe this was just true happiness that rang in her voice.
"But," the woman began. She moved even closer to Inuyasha. "It is."
Suddenly, the woman lunged at Inuyasha. Her fingers had turned into claws and she wrapped them tightly around Inuyasha's neck. "My son, how nice it is to meet with you again. I am here to bring you with me to the next realm."
"You...are...not...my...mother," Inuyasha managed to gasp out. With that said, he brought his claws down on the lady and ripped her body apart. But, the woman disappeared as soon as her body was disassembled.
Inuyasha opened his eyes and found himself laying near the waterfall, drenched entirely in water. Everything had merely been a dream. But, the fragrance of lilies and flowers had dissippated. There was only the sound of the lake's water lapping at the ground that broke the deathly silent environment.
This must be some trick. But who would do this? Inuyasha thought. Even Naraku doesn't have the power to control dreams. And, I'm sure someone had to be controlling my dream just now. I couldn't have imagined everything.
Still, quite perplexed but being able to do nothing, Inuyasha turned around and retraced his steps down the mountain and towards the nearest village. Kagome, Miroku, Sango, and Shippou should be in a village by now.
Third chapter! This chapter is longer than the other two, but I know it's still kind of short...please review this chapter though! So I know which direction this story should be headed :)