Yoga Class

Chapter 11 – Into the Mist

Okay, I updated again. At least it didn't take me too long to update I guess. Thank you for everyone who reviewed.

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Okay, as you know in the last chapter the mist was swirling above them. Okay, it goes on from there. Please review.

Soon the black mist had formed around the classroom, unbenounced to the people in the room, they could not see it for they were but mortals. Jaken, however, was standing on his desk, dressed in brown, a small black hat on his head. He was holding a long stick with the face of a man, and the face of a woman on either side. He swung it in a circular motion, stirring the mist.

Soon everyone began noticing his strange behavior. Inuyasha watched him, his head spinning and feeling dizzy. Why did everything seem so familiar to him? Kagome on the other hand, had fainted. She lay on the ground on her side, her sweeping black hair splaying around her face. Sango and Miroku too had passed out. They lay on one another, her head on his chest, his hand involuntarily on her rear.

"Least nothings changed," Inuyasha thought, the dizziness increasing. Jaken stirred the mist still, closing his large bug eyes. Inuyasha stood, making his way to the front of the room. Only Koga remained standing, his eyes half-open.

"Mutt…" Koga called, another memory he had still to figure it's place.

Inuyasha ignored him for the time being, stiffly walking to Jaken, his arm outstretched. His fingernails looked so peculiar…

Then in a flash everything was gone, and only blackness could be seen. Inuyasha cried out for Kagome, but she was no where to be seen. He rushed forward toward the desk but collided with nothing. Then, all was still and he was thinking no more.

Miroku awoke to the sound of air being swept through the tops of trees. He sat up and glanced around the room, his eyes adjusting to the brilliant sunlight. Around him were trees and bushes, even a burnt out fire, but no one else. He then felt something peculiar in his lap. Looking down he saw his lovely Sango with her face buried in his lap. He couldn't help but grin, stroking her hair as he did.

She stirred and opened her eyes, took one second to note where her face was before allowing her hand to collide with his face. He sat with a look of stun on his face, annoyance then he realized he was pleased. It was fun to do this to her. Fun for him, mainly.

Sango was sitting up on her knees, brushing off her school uniform, until she noticed it wasn't a uniform she was brushing off but the front of an over kimono, pink and white in color. She wore a green skirt over it. Her eyes widened and she looked to Miroku who had now discovered he wore a purple robe, and a black garment underneath. Over his hand were prayer beads, and more purple cloth. He gazed at it, a tight pressure in the center of his palm. The foreboding sense told him not to unravel it.

"Where are we, Miroku?" Sango asked, standing up and glancing around. Next to a tree stood a boomerang of bone, taller than she. She picked it up easily, slinging it over her back and noting just how right this all felt.

"I'm not sure, Sango," he replied, grabbing the staff from the ground. He had picked it up without a second thought, somehow knowing that it belonged to him.

"Ahhh!" A scream echoed off to the side. Sango looked at Miroku before running toward the sound, Miroku following her. They skidded to a stop, their eyes wide, looking up into the sky. A giant beast of purple mist was staring down at them, his eyes solid black with no pupil. The claws he had were long, and sharp. He had a snarl, fangs, but no smile. No warmth to him at all.

"Be ready, Sango." Miroku said, his hand on his palm. In his heart he knew whatever was in his hand was the answer to the destruction of the beast.

Sango was ready, already. She had slipped out of the over kimono and skirt, leaving only a black body suit with pieces of armor tied to her. She finished tying the one over her knee and looked up at the monster, her boomerang at ready.

Suddenly a small cat appeared, brandishing a long fluffy tail and a black X over it's forehead. It mewed at her, then transformed into a giant version of the cat, fangs over baring on it's lip.

"Aiii!" The scream came from the sky. Sango and Miroku lookd up to see a girl, strangely dressed, in the hand of the monster, her arms tucked at her side, black hair flying around her head. She wore a green skirt and a strangely decorated white shirt. Her legs were partially white, the rest normal color. "Inuyasha! If youd on't get me down-right now!"

"Shut up wench, I'm working on it!" It was a silver haired boy, his clothes were red, pants and top all.

"Inuyasha!" Miroku cried, remembering him well. He ran over to him, followed by Sango who was trying to comfort Kagome. "Don't worry! We'll get you down!"

"Tell that stupid hanyou to hurry it up! Aiii!" The monster swung her around once more, her face looking a bit green.

"I think she's about to hurl…" Miroku commented.

"No you think?" Kagome cried from above.

Inuyasha pulled out his sword, thin and weak looking at first but once transformed into a thick metal, the handle wrapped in fur or hair.

"How we going to get her down?" he asked, looking up at her. "I've tried to slash it." Then his face lit up. "Just use your wind tunnel, Miroku!"

Miroku gave him a look of stupidity, and annoyance. "Kagome's up there! I can't suck her in!"

"Oh-right…" He paused once more, concidering the options.

"Put a sutra thing on it or something." Inuyasha said. He turned, arms crossed over his chest. Miroku and he began arguing at once.

Sango was staring up at the monster, watching it's head. In the center was a purple slash, seemingly solid. "Inuyasha! There!" She pointed to the mark.

"Look, I don't see where you're going with this," he replied.

"Baka! It's solid!" she cried, exasperated.

"You're right," Miroku nodded.

"So?" Inuyasha questioned.

"Strike it!" Sango and Miroku cried in unison.

"Yeah, yeah. If she asks this was my idea." Inuyasha leapt in the air. "Blades of blood!" The red slashes cut into the monsters forehead causing it to howl and the purple slash on it to shatter. The monster dropped Kagome. Immediately Inuyasha dropped under her and caught her, falling backwards. She sat on his chest, her eyes shut.

Miroku and Sango watched as the monster screamed, it's hands closing over it's forehead. In moments lights were attaching to the monster from the sky, all purple in color. There was a shimmer over it before it exploded, a piece of something falling to the ground below.

Miroku held out his hand and took it, looking at the shard…

There was darkness once more over the group.

"What's going on?" Inuyasha questioned, blackness around him. He was floating, he could feel it, as if nothing were holding onto him, no ground to stand up, and no air to breathe.

"I don't know," came a voice, it was Miroku's. "Where is Sango and Kagome?"

"Here," they said, floating. They closed their eyes.

Then they landed, Inuyasha's hand outstretched once more. "What happened?" he asked in his head, his eyes adjusting to the light. "Was that a dream?" He fell backwards, his eyes shutting. When would it be over?

The Yoga class awoke to sunlight pouring into the classroom. The windows had been opened and Jaken stood on his desk, his little hands on his sides, with normal clothes on again, no black hat as Inuyasha had seen earlier.

"I have just had you relive your past lives," he said, watching them as they slowly sat up. "Anyone want to share?"

One kid raised his hand. "I was Einstein."

"I was Benjamin Franklin…dang, I was a pimp…"

Jaken scratched his head. Who were they talking about?

The class bell rang and Inuyasha stood up, shaking his head, and walking toward the door. He left behind Kagome, who in a huff, caught up with him. "What is on your mind, InuYasha?" she asked.

"Nothing," He replied, gruffly.

She frowned at him, walking beside him, almost jogging to keep up. He turned to his pathway and into the doorway of his home. He glanced at her. "I'll see you later." He went inside.

Kagome gave a sigh and continued home.

Miroku and Sango were walking together, Sango's hands swinging at her sides. Miroku glanced once at them, making up his mind. He reached over and slid his hadn around hers, making her cheeks flame red. He smiled, walking. She clutched his hand and stepped closer to him, the distance between them closer.

Birds chirped, and the air was fresh, the smell of freshly cut grass wafting around them. The sky was clear, and clouds in swirls floated above them, the sun partially hidden. A wind swept past them bring a breeze.

Could it all seem such bliss outdoors? All was well except in the mind of Inuyasha.

He sat in his room pondering what he had seen earlier. The fight between the mist creature. That stupid class had turned into this-a way to look at his past. Was it even his past or just a creation from his mind? It could have very well been, but it just seemed so natural for him to swing the sword. It seemed as if he had been back in his body, his hands gripping the handle.

He couldn't have been…or could he?

And slowly the story swings away from having anything to do with Yoga Class at all. I know, I know. I'm bad at sticking to subjects but sooner or later you just run out of things to say I guess…

Lol. Okay, if everyone wishes I'll make it more associated with Yoga Class.

KuroKage

(black shadow)