The Race For Kagome
By: LadySol
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I think this goes without saying, I don't own Inuyasha and Co. although I do own the good ol' boyz Korii, Mael, and Kentai. You may borrow them if you so wish, I'll I require is recognition, so don't go stealin' and claimin' em as yerz! Got that!? Umm, okay point made. Anyway, enjoy the ficcy.
Chapter 2: Sibling rivalry
Inuyasha snarled at the contender standing forty meters in front of him. Sango stood behind him, ready for anything. Miroku flanked him, awaiting to use the wind tunnel if ordered.
"What the fuck do you want? Aren't you supposed to be playing babysitter or something?" Sesshomaru nearly smiled, keeping his cool as usual.
"No more then you are, my brother. By the way, where is that Miko? Shouldn't she be sending your face crashing into the ground before you make a terrible mistake and actually upset me?" Inuyasha growled loudly, tightening his grip on Tetsusaiga. The sword was still carefully tucked away in its sheath. But, the way things were turning out, it didn't look like it'd be there much longer.
"What's the matter, brother? Can't keep your bitch on a leash? She seems to be doing a good job with you. Even now when she's not present." Inuyasha saw red. From that point on it was all a blur. Sango and Miroku could barely follow what was going on from the speed the two warriors were traveling at.
Swords clashed and punches were thrown. Inuyasha dodged a left hook, only to receive a slice across the cheek from Tokijin. Inuyasha howled in anger and took a swing of his own. Tetsusaiga made it clean through Sesshomaru's shirt, close to his neck and barely missing by an inch. Too close for comfort. Sesshomaru redoubled his efforts, switching fighting modes and driving into offense. Inuyasha yelped as Sesshomaru managed to get behind him. He paid for it by feeling Tokijin's wrath across his back near the shoulder blades. The back was a horrible place to be cut or injured. You don't realize how much you use your back until it's injured. Only then do you understand just how many muscles are in and connected to your back. It would be a bitch to heal, especially from Tokijin. Inuyasha found himself face first in the dirt. Gathering his strength he rolled over just in time to see his brother poised to make the final blow.
The loudest crack of thunder Sesshomaru had ever heard in his life halted Tokijin a breath away from Inuyasha's chest. Inuyasha took the opportunity to roll out of the way, but instead of retaliating he stood there dumbfounded. He joined his brother in staring quizzically at the sky. Inuyasha's fierce amber eyes widened at what he saw.
The sky was growing darker by the second. Within a few seconds it was pitch dark.
"What the hell?" he wondered aloud. Sesshomaru nodded gravely.
"My sentiments exactly, brother." Both Inu-Youkai jumped as a bolt of lightning the color of an angry purple tore through the sky. It was followed by others just like it, all purple. The wind picked up with a violent quickness. Inuyasha had to dig his feet into the ground just to keep from being knocked over. The wind pushed angrily at his back, as if willing him to run with it. A gasp from the Youkai next to him caught his attention.
"Sesshomaru, what is it?" Inuyasha had to raise his voice slightly to be heard over the howling wind.
"No! It cannot be! It's impossible!" Inuyasha was deeply concerned now. The utterly shocked look that dominated his sibling's face was deep contrast to the usual stotic expression he wore. What the hell could shake Sesshomaru up this badly? Was it Naraku? That sent a shock through his system.
"KAGOME!" Sango and Miroku clung to each other through the wind, not having the strength advantage that Inuyasha and Sesshomaru did. They watched, horrified, as Inuyasha took off with a speed they didn't know he possessed. Sango screeched as she felt herself slip out of Miroku's grasp. Miroku caught her with his staff. He placed the staff across her lap and held a hand on each side of her, securing her to his chest. Sango buried her face in his robes, the length of her hair in this wind turned her locks into painful whips. Both her and Miroku's faces were peppered with red marks from said hair. Miroku watched on wearily as Sesshomaru took off shortly after the Hanyou. Whatever this magic was, it could only lead to trouble.
