I do not own Inuyasha and if you think I do then you need to have the crap kicked out of you . . . I do however claim the characters I've created. R&R please.
Keitaro looked on as the setting sun lit the approaching night sky afire. Scattered diamonds twinkled in the gold and purple sea, foretelling the coming of the heavenly mirror. He sat kneeling on the hillside, having temporarily abandoned his travel companions for the quiet solitude needed in order to pray to his goddess.
Bowing his head, he said, "See me, I am your child. At this, the appointed hour, I kneel before you and reach out with my heart to you. Hear my words as they rise among the stars and night. When I lie resting, whisper to my spirit and teach me your secrets yet revealed. Fill me with your wisdom and enfold me in your power. Hear these words and recall the ancient promise that all who seek your presence shall find your blessings. At this, the appointed hour, I kneel before you and reach out with my heart to you. I am your child, see me." The young man raised his eyes to the heavens once more, seeing the waning orb smile down upon him.
He stood, turning to leave, but quickly stopped as he once again felt the pull of the mystic string trying to guide him elsewhere. However, the gentle pulse of the bracelet was more subtle this time. 'One of them must be close,' Keitaro thought as he tried to focus on the direction the bracelet was trying to lead him. Before he could pinpoint their location, a loud growl brought him out of his thoughts.
"Be quiet you," he said as he poked his stomach, trying to silence the boisterous organ. The rumbling quieted down leaving behind a slight dilemma as he was now left to contemplate which was more important, his duty or his empty stomach. He looked back and forth between the direction of the camp and where the matchmaker's cord urged him to go.
"They can wait I suppose," he said as he straightened his back. "Besides, if I don't take care of myself first, who will take over my duties if malnourishment should befall me." Blocking out the harsh nagging of his master his conscience created, he nodded as if it would some how justify the statement, and moved to make his way back toward camp.
However, the bracelet's pulsations grew stronger, trying adamantly to push him in the other direction. Keitaro clutched his arm as the bracelet rattled his veins causing some to rupture and the resulting bruises to mar his wrist and arm. "Curse you," he gasped, stumbling blindly in the direction he was now forced to proceed in. His mind went blank and for a time all Keitaro knew was the intense burning in his chest and legs as the enchanted cord, this symbol of love and harmony, hurled him violently through the dense forest.
And then, after a handful of time had past and the moon sat high on her heavenly throne, the bracelet's reverberating throbs subsided. The young man stopped running, doubling over to allow the gastric juices to gush forth from his mouth. He dropped to his knees and in between the painful dry heaves, ripped the bracelet from his arm.
As the spastic shudders of his chest and stomach subsided, Keitaro looked about him, finally taking in his surroundings. The enchanted string pulsated, drawing his attention once more. "What? What could you possibly want now, after you have dragged me all the way out here?" The silken cord answered him with mocking pulsations.
Keitaro moved toward the mystic armband he had so casually discarded. Collapsing beside it as the anger in his body left him, leaving him exhausted. Strange forces seemed to move his hand, just as if he were some wooden doll dancing for its puppet master. Pushing aside the brush that obscured his view, he looked on passed the leaves to see a couple tightly wrapped in each others embrace. Their ebony and silvery locks blended together as a stray breeze slipped passed them.
The young matchmaker-in-training looked on at the couple he was destined to break apart, and breathing a heavy sigh, wondered if he had put himself in over his head.