The euphoria of the birthday party took all night to wear off, keeping me awake until the moon was well past it's zenith. I lay in bed, thinking about the day, with my new prized possesion by my side. Tetsunga was the fourth sword of the fang. It's brothers had belonged to my grandfather, Inu no Taisho. One now belonged to my father, one to my uncle, and one was lost forever to this world, having been thrown into the depths of Hell. One of them, the last, was mine now. With my mind in dreamland, I was hardly prepared for what happened next. A youkai decided to crash my little party. Literally.
The thing's head and torso were that of an Oni, but it had the abdomen and legs of a giant scorpion. I noticed that it had a long tail, with a painful looking stinger on the tip. But stinger were not a high priority at this point, I was more afraid for my life. "Oh sh..." My cursing was cut short, however, when my father crashed through the wall, further destroying the house he had worked so hard on. "KAZE NO KIZU!" he bellowed, as the youkai disintegrated. He spat on the youkai's remains. "That's for destroying my house!" He disemboweled the corpse with Tessaiga. " That's for attacking my son!" He chopped the thing's head off, then continued to hack at it until his arms seemed sore. " And that's because I just don't like you!" Then Inuyasha turned to me. "grab the sword and follow me!"
I ran out of the house, if you could still call it a house, and saw youkai similar to the one that had crashed my room everywhere. My hypersensetive ears picked up a small girl's scream, which was cut short by a gargling noise and followed by the nausiating stench of more fresh blood. "Euugh" It was utterly revolting. But there was no time to dwell on wishing I hadn't eaten so much birthday cake. Sangi was fending off a youkai about a hundred yards from me. " Sangi, hold on!" I sprinted off towards him, drawing Tessunga as I ran. The blade felt like and extension of my arm, and , despite the desperate situation, was almost glad to have a chance to test it. "Damn YOU!" I yelled, bringing Tessunga down on the youkai's head. "Thanks, Dienku, I owe ya one." "No problem, but now isn't the time. C'mon, we need your help defending the village."
The battle raged on until the sun peeked out from behind the trees. So far we had managed to figure out that the youkai held some sort of formation, and operated somewhat like the military. There was the leader of the bunch, then the leader's generals, who gave orders, then there were the troops. Sangi was fighting th elast remaining general, while father had gotten himself tangled with the leader. I was slaying the youkai by the bunch, but the low-ranking troops seemed endless. I finally managed to get through a battilion, and noticed that I had strayed from where I had been stationed. I found Sango and Miroku fighting side by side, the perfect fighting team. They almost danced around each other, having practiced every day for almost twelve years.
I started runing towards them, hoping to find Sangi nearby, but I was cut off by yet another hoard of youkai. I kept half an eye on the duo, keeping the other eye and a half on the youkai around me. I saw Miroku being pushed away from his mate, and held down by a group of foul-smelling youkai. he threw his staff into the air, and Sango caught it expertly. Their combined attack was catastrophic, and was in overdrive today. The minor youkai were thrown back. But the leader, having slammed father against a tree and put him temporarily out of comission, picked up the young monk lying on the ground. The next few seconds seemed to move in slow-motion.
Sango picked up the Hiraikotsu and ran towards her mate. "MIROKU!" Sangi turned when he heard her scream, and was picked up by the youkai general and slammed into the ground. I would have counted him lucky, as he didn't have to witness what happened next. The youkai leader held Miroku up to it's face, an evil sneer spread across it's mouth. The thing held it's stinger before Miroku's face, and the monk's eyes were alight with terror. Miroku's yell peirced the air as the deadly stinger was driven through his chest, piercing his lungs and destroying several arteries. The limp body dropped to the ground. Sango ran, stumbling, towards her lifemate. She dropped to her knees beside the form, not caring about the pooled blood soaking her armour. "M..Miroku..."
Author's note:
Well, there ya all go. Very gory, but a lot longer than the other chapters. i had quite a lot of fun with this one, too. Sorry about the long update time, but It's been very busy here. Hope you all like it, and please REVIEW!
Typer & Author's best friend's note:
I quite enjoyed this one. Lee has the good ideas, but it's me who types, spell checks, grammar checks, and makes up the gory/mushy scenes. It might help that I'm a bit more mature than him, and I'm a girl, and I read 24/7. Well, hope you enjoyed the chapter...I know we promised that they'd get longer, and they still will.