Disclaimer- I Don't Own Any of the Characters Owned By the Creators of the Anime Inuyasha
A/N- Thanks for reviewing those of you who did… here's the next chapter
Naien propped himself up against the tree and stared up at the night stars. His mind was still filled with the turmoil of events that had come upon him all so suddenly, but he felt unusually calm. He felt as if this was a homecoming instead of coming to a strange land and time with demons and monks… and beautiful schoolgirls. "I'm not getting' to sleep anytime soon, I might as well get something done." He stood slowly to his feet and walked to a small clearing. His hands tingled with excitement and sweat trickled down his cheek.
Naien's brain thought to all of the Dragon Ball Z episodes he had seen in the past… and thought, maybe I could throw balls of fire like them. And so he closed his eyes like he had done early that day. His hands immediately lit up in white light. Flames licked upward as he examined them. "So maybe it's black in light and… white in darkness, makes sense, huh?" he surmised is the light his hands gave off. "Let's try this," Naien said before he struck the classic Kamehameha Wave stance. He focused his energy into his hands and pushed it outward… nothing happened. "Damn," a curse escaped his lips.
"Try punching something," Miroku walked from behind a tree. Naien jumped at the new voice and turned abruptly on his imagined assailant. His eyes glowed an unearthly white color. His muscles relaxed as he recognized the intruder.
"Oh, it's you, don't sneak up on me like that Miroku."
"You're too skittish; you need to calm yourself a little bit, try hitting a tree and see if you can channel your power into a physical hit before you try to throw your power into something."
"Ummm… ok." Naien strolled over to a random tree and hesitantly balled his hand into a dist and hit the tree. He instantly regretted it as he howled in agony.
"Don't punch the tree, punch behind the tree."
"Say what?"
"You need to follow throw your punch, while you channel your power into your fist."
"Ok I'll try that." Naien threw his fist into the tree with a roar. Smoke billowed from the impact epicenter and Miroku coughed while trying to peer through the smoke and debris. Two white balls of fire shone throw the smoke and Miroku focused on them. Wood chips rained down through the black screen above him. The smoke dispersed and the monk was appalled at what he saw. Smoke rose from the ground all around them. The grass was charred and trees were felled and burning all around them.
Naien stood, chest heaving, clenching and unclenching his fists. His eyes were wide open and terror filled at the destruction he just unleashed. His black hair stood on end and turned pure white and smoke rose from it. "I feel it, it's in my veins."
"You have unlocked your inner power; everything will be easier from now on." With that Miroku turned and left Naien to his newfound power.
"Ok, now let's try the throwing thing again," Naien said to himself. He struck the classic stance again and channeled his energy into his hands. He pushed it out but nothing happened. "Guess that's not how I'm supposed to do it. Well I'll just spar myself. With that he commenced imaginary battles with imaginary demons and monsters. He punched, kicked, jumped, and ducked against a horde of invisible demons. At the very peak of his battle, he tripped over a tree root. He jumped back up punching the air furiously. His last punch he aimed at the head of a bull-headed ogre. His fist splattered the head of the imaginary ogre and on the other side a bright light flashed from his hand and tore into the sky like a comet. He stopped his fighting at once and duplicated the punch that had sent the white comet out of his hand. Once again a ball flew from his hand. "It's like an extension of my arm… if I can will my arm to move away from me I can push the fireball out of my arm. It's like believing is seeing instead of seeing is believing."
Naien shot ball after ball of fire into the air without regard to his safety or anyone else's safety. He ambled back to his spot against the tree. He was drifting off to sleep when a twig snapped in front of him. He opened his eyes and found the source or the noise. A foot. The foot was black; around the ankle was a red anklet. The ankle connected to a slender, muscular leg. On the knee was a red pad, secured by a black thread. Naien's examination continued up, around the thin waist a red sash was tied. It hung down and the slight breeze moved it with ease. A sword also hung around the waist. He looked farther up the black clad body to see an ample chest. The neck was slender the led to a well rounded, comely jaw line. The mouth was pursed into a tight line and the eyes were piercingly brown and deadly. The brown hair was tied up and accented the beautifully, deathly features of her face. A small cat-like creature was perched on the shoulder, its head was down, as if preparing to pounce. An oversized boomerang was slung over the shoulder.
"Who are you and what is your business?" she accused, as Naien scrambled to his feet. Her voice was harsh, but even that tone seemed grimly angelic in nature.
Naien's mouth opened and closed several times, unable to produce an answer… or even as sound.
"Who are you and what is your business here?" she repeated, harsher this time.
Naien stammered and stumbled over his tongue; making odd noises while gesturing in every direction.
She was quiet.
He was quiet.
She burst into laughter, and Naien stood with his mouth open in confusion. She was rolling on the grassy floor. His knees became weak at the sound. Her laughter was his life force and every moment she spent in joy he was a god on earth and she, his queen. His strength totally failed as she became louder, and he fell against the tree and slid back into his sitting position. It felt totally wrong to him, to be sitting in the presence or this angel, but he didn't have the strength to stand.
A furry being crawled under his limp arm and he instinctively stroked its head. He glanced down to his hand and was surprised to see the creature that had been perched on the angel there. Its eyes were closed with pleasure as he stroked the black diamond of fur on its forehead.
The laughter stopped… his heart lurched in his chest in grief. His life was over. His heart had stopped and it would be seconds of complete agony until the void claimed him.
She spoke, "That's Kilala you're petting there."
His heartbeat returned, beating loudly in his ears. He looked back down at the creature he was touching. It strangely gave him comfort in this uncomfortable situation… he never wanted it to end.
He looked up from the creature to the angel in front of him. She was on her side, propped up by her elbow. She gazed at him intently with her intense brown eyes. He was locked into her eyes; falling deeper and deeper into a blissful abyss of beauty.
"You're Sango," he had found his voice in the depth of his passion for the deadly beautiful woman that held his gaze.
She nodded.
You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, from this day forward I will devote myself to you and only you… my love, Naien vowed silently.
Sango crawled to the other side of the tree and pressed her back to it. They then talked. They talked about how they had become acquainted with Inuyasha and Kagome. Sango told Naien about the Shikon Jewel and their quest to recover all the shards of the sacred jewel. He told her how much she had scared him when she snuck on him like that. She explained that she had gone to their hut and found Kagome, who told her of him and that you might need a reprieve from the real world.