Night Calls
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, nor do I own its characters. I do, however, own Yure Takeshi and the events revolving around her -- these include her circumstances in the feudal era as well as the movies mentioned in the story ( and to the best of my knowledge, these movies do not exist ).
Summary: There was one other survivor from the Demon Slayer Village, but she wasn't there during the decimation. Where was she? More of a when. Somehow, she found herself in "present-day Japan" and eighteen years later, she returns to the time in which she truly belongs -- certainly, this wasn't in the devious plan of the nefarious Naraku as well! Or was it?
Rated for safety. And what kind of writer would I be if I didn't ask for a response from the readers?
In the last chapter, after finding out that Yure had disappeared, the director decided to move the filming elsewhere, if the movie's production was to continue. Good thing, too. Grandpa Higurashi has come to realize that a powerful force must have pulled Yure into the feudal era and the only apparent reaction is to seal the well and the well-house to prevent potential evil from spreading.
11.:.Keeping Watch.:.11
"Come on, InuYasha…!" The fox demon whined for the umpteenth time that late hour, "We've been traveling since early this morning without taking a real break…!" "Quit complaining, Shippo," InuYasha growled while looking up from the ground he was sniffing, "You're a demon, aren't you? Besides, you've been riding in that basket all day, haven't you?" "He's right, InuYasha," Miroku agreed, "Aside from snacking every once in a while, we haven't really sat down and eaten." "We do need a real break," Kagome said, still leading her bike down the path. "You too, Kagome?" InuYasha stood up, looking at the high school girl. "Well, of course! We've been walking all day without much of a break," Kagome explained, "Besides, you've suddenly picked up some scent a few hours ago and we've been following it since. What've you found?" InuYasha was quiet for a moment before looking over to Sango.
"I've picked up a scent that's similar to yours and Kohaku's." "What…?" "But it's different," the half-demon said, looking off at the road before them, "And I'm almost willing to bet that Naraku has something to do with it. Who or whatever it is keeps on moving, though, but I think we might have caught up to them. The scent is strong around here." "Let us rest, then." "Miroku?" The demon exterminator asked before the monk continued, "If Naraku truly does have something to do with this new scent, it would be best to take a break and regain some energy. It won't be too long before it gets dark, anyway." "Fine," InuYasha nodded, "We'll take a rest and set up camp here."
"Monk, get up." The full moon was high in the dark sky as the light seemed to pierce through the canopy of leaves above the five travelers. Sango whispered through the nightly noises such as crickets chirping and the like, "It's your turn to stand watch." Tearing himself from his sleep, Miroku pushed himself up and nodded at Sango, "Alright. You go ahead and go to sleep, then." "Yeah," Sango said, stifling a yawn, "When you're done, wake up either InuYasha or Kagome. It'll be–" Sango stopped talking once she felt Miroku's hand find its way to her rear end. Red faced, the demon slayer slammed her Hiraikotsu down onto the monk, "Go keep watch, you depraved monk!"
Rubbing his head, Miroku meandered about the area. "She didn't have to hit me that hard," he told himself quietly, "But it's always so worth it…!" Inwardly smiling, he looked around, but not seeing much beyond the foggy mist that wove through the trees until he finally made it to a small, somewhat marshy clearing. "Hm?" Through the fog, a dim light pierced and the sounds of movement in the water stood out. A slight metal-on-metal sound came from the head of Miroku's staff when his grip around it tightened a little. As he silently padded closer to the light, he could feel the ground beneath him soften until he finally reached what seemed to be a stone platform.
With a slight adjustment to his eyes, the silhouette about a meter before him became clearer: the light reflected nicely off of the unmistakable demon slayer outfit and the black ponytail could be faintly seen in the darkness. "Well, well," the monk grinned as he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around the figure's waist, "If you wanted to meet me out here, you could have just said so." In less than a moment, the figure tensed. Without much more warning, Miroku felt an elbow slam into his stomach and, as he nearly fell back, a boot to his chest, forcing him to the ground. Miroku then felt the woman's hand on his shoulder, keeping him down, and a blade against his throat. "Wait, Sango, I thought you were – I mean, you…!" To his surprise, the hand on his shoulder let up and the woman pulled the blade away from his neck. A woman's voice was heard, but only similar to the woman's voice he was expecting, as the figure stood and backed up into the light's path, "Wait, you're not a bandit…"
"Wait, you're not Sango…!"