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 battling a swarm of demons, Miroku discovers that this Sango look-alike is really the Yure about whom Kagome had previously been speaking (finally!). At last, they entire group has been united with her.
13.:.It's All in the Past .:.13
"I see…" Yure muttered; however, despite the wonders of the Shikon Jewel, Kikyo's revival, Naraku's cruelty, etc., only one point stuck out in Yure's mind. The Demon Slayer's Village was decimated.
For the past hour or so, the six (formerly five) members of the party had been sitting around the fire as the tales of their journey(s) were unfolded to the actress with as much or little detail as was believed necessary. "So, what about you?" InuYasha asked the newly informed Yure, "What are you doing here?" Yure sighed and watched the fire for a little bit before reverting her glance back to the others, "I lived in the Demon Slayer Village. I was born there and I lived in that village with my mom, older sister, aunt, and father – we'd reside about half way between the village entrance and the main training facilities.
"My father, however, was injured badly in her earlier years as a slayer, so he was mostly a watchman." "Uncle Kuno…" Sango muttered under her breath. Shippo looked to the younger demon exterminator, "Sango?" "Your father's name was Kuno, right?" "That's right." "He was my father's older brother. I can't remember anything for myself since I was too young, but I've heard stories. One night, about eighteen years ago, the village was attacked by a storm of demons. They say that a demon had attacked him first, so he gave out one last call to warn the rest of the village as he was dying," Sango explained. "Yep," Yure smiled a little with a nod, "That was my father." "That's…" Kagome started, "That's horrible."
"So, that's what happened," Yure muttered after she'd explained her story, "on the night I disappeared." "So, when you disappeared, you somehow ended up in my time. I wonder how that happened…" Kagome pondered aloud. "So, who's willing to bet that our friend Naraku had something to do with this?" "Lord Miroku, what do you mean?" the school girl asked. "Think about it," he said, calling the full attention of the other five, "Aside from Shippo, not one of us here has been spared of Naraku's deeds. It's not too farfetched, really. It seems too much that you, a survivor of the late Demon Slayer Village, would find yourself in Lady Kagome's time and then mysteriously end up back here to be once again reunited with your cousin, a survivor from another attack eighteen years later. I'm finding it hard to believe that this is all a coincidence."
"Just another reason to slaughter Naraku the next time we see him," InuYasha said, patting the hilt of his beloved Tetsusaiga. "Great," Yure smiled, "I'd like to give this Naraku a piece of my mind. And my Ribs. Wow, that sounded off. Forget that last bit." "Wait, but Yure, can you actually fight?" Kagome asked, poking a piece of firewood with a stick to keep the flames dancing. "She was fighting pretty well on her own before you guys came," Miroku said, recalling the fight before he'd unleashed the Wind Tunnel. "Well, I do my own stunts," Yure pointed out, "And I spent the first few years of my life in the Demon Slayer Village. I may have been a bit rusty, but that last fight was just the thing to get me back into the spirit." A few moments of silence passed and Kagome stifled a yawn, "Well, whatever we do, I think it's best that we just go to sleep. I, for one, am tired."
"I'll keep watch, then." "Hm?" "That's what you were doing when you found me, Miroku, weren't you?" "Oh, yes, I was," the monk remembered. "Then, I shall pick up the duty," Yure said, bearing somewhat of a meek smile, "I mean you guys have been traveling all day – you guys are probably tired. All I've been doing is recalling lines from a script and acting them out. I'm not tired at the moment, so you guys can go ahead and rest up." "Wow, thanks, Yure," the sleepy Kagome said. It wasn't but a few minutes later that the original five were asleep while Yure would silently pad about the area, careful not to wake anyone up."
"So, they're all dead…" Yure repeated as she took a seat on the flat surface of a stone several meters from the others. Kiroi was currently on her shoulder, sitting as an attentive audience. "And I've got another little cousin out there by the name of Kohaku under the control of an evil demon Naraku who's after the slivers of a sacred jewel that grants wishes and power to its wielder. This is way too much like a movie…" Yure continued before turning to the ferret on her shoulder, "Naraku. Doesn't that mean hell?" Kiroi looked at her, but the woman couldn't' read his expression through the dark, causing a light chuckle to escape her through. She pushed herself up to her feet.
"Right. Keep watch. I know."