I'll Always Be Your Little Girl
Luna, Princess of the Shadows: Okay, this is my second attempt at an Inuyasha fic and I'm hoping that this one will eventually be completed. I have a rough idea of how I want this story to turn out so it shouldn't be that long a wait between chapters. Well, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha!
Pairings: SangoxMiroku (More to come later)
Warnings: Kagome is excluded from this story. You will find out why soon enough.
Summary: Many years have passed since the defeat of Naraku and the notorious Band of Seven and now Inuyasha's daughter is stepping into the picture. What dangers lie ahead for her and for that matter, how will Inuyasha react to them?
In the middle of Feudal Japan, where the skies were abnormally clear with no sign of evil, a young demon girl sat peacefully on the edge of a riverbank. She sighed softly and then tilted her head up to look at the beautiful white clouds passing overhead.
Why can't my life be carefree just like the clouds? She thought mentally, searching her mind for an answer that she was unable to obtain.
"Kura?" a voice spoke from behind some nearby bushes. The girl then moved her head back and forth, oblivious to who was talking to her. Just then, before she could even think another word, a figure stepped out from the shadows. He was in fact a demon: long, black hair exceeding down to his hips, intense crimson orbs, fangs on either side of his mouth, sharp, dangerous-looking claws and was wearing a pitch black kimono lined with red stripes on the arm and leg cufflings.
"Oh, Kiatsu, it's only you." She then let out a great sigh of relief. "For a minute there I thought you were some demon out to kill me."
Kiatsu let out a small laugh. "I wouldn't kill you and you know it. Besides, I bet your father would have my head." Kura managed a laugh at that remark.
"Yes, he would. You know what my dad is like. He's very concerned with my safety."
Kiatsu smirked. "Which is why I try not to get on his bad side."
Kura returned the emotional gesture. "That's a good choice."
"Kura! Kura, where are you?" a voice erupted from the distance. Kura heaved a heavy sigh.
"That's my father. I guess I better get going." However, the moment she went to stand up, a shadowy figure emerged from the trees. When Kura got a closer look at the being, she instantly recognized who it was and knew that her instincts proved to be correct. He was yet another demon and even more ferocious-looking than Kiatsu. His long, beautiful silvery white hair exceeded down to his hips, he had sharp-pointed fangs on either side of his mouth, was wearing a red kimono lined with white along the arm and leg cufflings and was inevitably a dog demon. He approached Kura looking angry, upset and flustered.
"I've been looking all over for you. Why did you decide to come out this far? You know that the farther out you go the more dangerous this place becomes. I've already lost your mother and I don't want to lose you too…' The demon then wrapped his arms tightly around his daughter, embracing her in a comforting hug. The young girl hesitated for a moment before returning the loving gesture.
"Don't worry daddy, you won't lose me. After all, I was trained by the best half-demon that ever lived." Kura smiled happily, hoping that that comment would raise her father's spirits as well.
Kiatsu, on the other hand, took a seat on a nearby log and watched the two console each other during this loving moment. Kura then broke the hug and turned to her friend.
"Well it looks like I'm going to be heading off now…"
Kiatsu nodded. "Go ahead. I'm just going to stay here awhile to reflect on my thoughts."
Kura looked at Kiatsu with a straight face, almost as if she was upset. "Okay…" and with that, Kura and her father left Kiatsu to be alone.
Once they arrived back at the village where the duo was currently staying, Sango ran up, along with Kilala and Shippo.
"Oh, Kura! You're back!" the young demon slayer exclaimed, embracing Kura in a warm, friendly hug. "We were all so worried about you…especially Inuyasha…" When both girls turned to look at the half-demon, he crossed his arms and scoffed.
"Dad…" Kura spoke in a soft whisper.
"Feh, I wasn't worried. I'm just looking out for her is all."
Sango leaned in closer to Kura and whispered in her ear. "Don't let him fool you. He really was worried; he just doesn't like to show his emotions as often as everyone else."
Kura nodded. "I understand." She took one last look at her father and then headed off towards their hut. "I'm going to head in and take a little rest for awhile. I'll be back out later." Sango nodded her head in agreement as Inuyasha just stood in his normal pose: arms placed firmly across his chest, a straight face and his eyes closed. Kura wondered what was wrong. Ever since they had got back he had been acting rather strange. Was it because he was scared of losing her? As she played with this thought over and over again in her mind, she eventually decided that she wasn't going to ask any more questions and would wait for the answers to come to her.
The moment Kura disappeared out of sight, Inuyasha opened his eyes and turned to Sango.
"I don't want to lose her…" were the first words to escape his lips.
"What?" Sango looked rather confused.
"I don't want her to befall the same fate as Kagome…" As he spoke, he tilted his head down so that his bangs were covering his eyes. "I can't and won't let that happen."
"I know you won't." Sango smiled. "You're the best father Kura could have and I bet she's thankful for that as well."
"Yah, so?" Inuyasha then turned his gaze back to Sango. "I just don't want the incident with Kagome to happen all over again."
"And it won't. "You're doing a great job protecting her so don't doubt yourself."
"Whatever," and with that said, Inuyasha headed back into the forest. Sango continued to stare at him until he was no longer visible. She then sighed and walked over to the tent where Kura was currently resting. She sat down in front of it. Kilala and Shippo both took a seat next to her; Kilala was curled up beside its master and Shippo just laid on the ground, staring up at the sky above.