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 another 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 nefarious Naraku's devious plan 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 making one of his usual passes at Sango, Miroku leaves to keep watch while the others rest. While doing so, he comes across a dimly lit camp where a woman in Demon Slayer's clothing stands. I love the dramatic irony – we know who it is, but Miroku doesn't, so he makes a pass at who he thinks is Sango and almost gets killed. Go Miroku!
12.:.Reunited Five-Hundred Years Ago .:.12
"Wait, you're not Sango…!"
"No, I'm n—" Yure stopped talking as a chill ran up her spine. As if it was instinct, she sheathed the blade, drew the large Rib hanging at her right side, grabbed Miroku's wrist, and started running. "The demonic aura!" Miroku called to the girl after whom he was running (not that he had much choice – after all, her hand might as well have been a death vice on his wrist), "You felt it, too?" Yure told him what he already knew, but only to prove that she had, "Most of them are small, but there are a lot of them. If we don't hurry, they'll surround us, but we might be able to shake them."
Reaching another small clearing, it had been almost a minute since they had started running before Miroku reached up with is free hand and grabbed Yure's wrist before coming to an abrupt halt. "Stop!" he said before the two let go of each other. "Eh?" "We're too late," Miroku told her, holding his staff up – to which Yure responded by defensively wielding both Ribs – as demons seemed to materialize along the tree line around them, circling the two, "We're already surrounded." "Well, sir," she muttered as the demons closed it, "I hope you're prepared."
With that, the demons seemed to charge at the two with almost synchronized movements before they were individually met be either a staff, sutra, or Rib. The line of demons around them was thin for a while, but as soon as one demon would fall, another would quickly take its place in battler. They're just bodies, Yure screamed in her mind, but their numbers are so great! It's no wonder I'm having trouble with them! I wonder if – Her thoughts were interrupted as she lunged forward and missed the demon in front of her. Taking this chance, another demon slammed its balled fists down onto her back between her should blades. As Yure hit the ground, the demons that were busy with Miroku seemed to abandon him and swarm around the woman. "Stay down!" As if she could, Yure tried her best to get closer to the ground. "Wind Tunnel!" Yure heard him exclaim before she felt a strong wind pulling everything around her toward him. Holding tightly onto the grass, she could feel herself sliding a little before he stopped, closing the hell hole. She just remained motionless for a few moments while Miroku walked over to her. "Are you alright?"
Yure pushed herself up to her feet before looking at the monk, an almost blank expression on her face before she grinned, "What was amazing! I'm glad you know hot to fight, though I don't know who you are. The name's Yure." Yure extended her arm and took Miroku's hand for a handshake. "It's a pleasure to m– wait, you're Yure!" Miroku's eyes widened. First, Lady Kagome returns from her world and calls Sango "Yure"…and now a duplicate of Sango suddenly appears, calling herself the same name…? It was too much to be a coincidence. "You…" Before Miroku could finish, another voice interrupted him. "Lord Monk…" Sango's view cut through the steamy mist which rose from the ground and saw the two, hands still held. That's… Sango's eyes widened. That's a demon in disguise…! Disguised as me! "Monk!"
Sango's hand whipped back and took a hold of her Hiraikotsu before she swung it out and hurled it through the air.
"Wait…so, why'd you hit him…?" "Because he was…" Sango started, "Hey, wait, you're not a demon…?" "No, she's not…" Miroku muttered, still lying on the ground from the Demon Slayer's attack, "If I'm correct…"
Once again, the monk was interrupted, but this time with the other three members of the party. "What's going on!" InuYasha asked as his hand found the hilt of the steel fang at his waist. "I found this woman in the clearing not too far back," Miroku explained as he stood up, ignoring the broad band of redness running down the middle of his face, "We were swarmed by demons, but we were able to take care of them." Hearing Miroku's continuous use of we and us, Kagome's eyes shifted and she noticed about whom the monk was speaking, "Yure…?" Immediately, Sango's eyes widened in realization, "You're Yure…!" "I am," Takeshi bowed her head slightly before speaking to the high school girl, "And, Kagome, you are here, too? I have a slight feeling that this may take a while…"
Author's note: You wanted longer chapters? Heh. Sorry it took so long – I've been swamped with my other stories and school work. Other than that…yeah. Go writer's block (default excuse)!