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Chapter 19 – The Daughter of the Wind
"What do you mean?" My mom whispered, her eyes wide.
I took my time responding. It was like I could take as much time as I wanted, because at that moment, it was like the world was waiting with its breath held for me, and I could keep it waiting for a bit longer. Leaning heavily on my katana, I raised myself up, feeling the crack of my sore joints. I looked out at the battle, as Kagome raised her bow and fired an arrow just as Kagura swooped down to attack. Kohaku had vanished somewhere, I didn't know where. My dad, Inuyasha and Kouga were out cold. I looked sideways at my mom and said softly,
"It's not that you and Dad and Inuyasha are bad fighters. I know that any of you could take this bear demon right now if you wanted. You're strong enough. But even though we've got the whole group, plus Kouga, Kagura and Kohaku fighting against him, he's not dead. And you know as well as I do that it's not just because he's got a jewel shard."
She was looking solemnly at me, like I was a stranger or something. The storm was building up inside me until I could feel it in my veins. I took a deep breath and said,
"He's not an ordinary bear demon – not to me. The fact that Kohaku's here, that I got captured, that Kagura and Kanna showed up – it's all leading to Naraku. I think you know as well as I do that this is Naraku's last stunt. I don't know how, I don't know why, but this is Naraku. This is Naraku's last form trying to take us down. Trying to take me down."
"Then what else can we do but fight?" She whispered.
"Nothing." I said, reaching back and pulling out the ribbon that held my long brown hair in a ponytail. It flowed down my back, tickling my cheeks. "Fight is all we can do. But you guys have done enough; you've done your part. It's me who's got to do this. I was the one who killed him before, I'm the only one that can do it now."
For a moment it looked like she was going to hold me back, or say that I was too young.
"Trust me, Mama." I whispered, looking right at her. "I can do this. I have to do this."
She looked deep into my eyes and nodded.
Holding my sword, I walked out onto the battlefield. Behind me, my mom rode out on Kirara, yelling, "Kagome, Kagura, come back! Fall back!" They looked wildly confused, but they did it.
I can't say I was nervous as I walked out there and looked up at the demon. The wild tempest in my soul was coming to a boiling point and it overrided any other emotions I might have had. The bear was still, watching me walk up. I barely even reached his thigh.
I plunged my sword into the ground and then looked right up at him. In his dark, blood red eyes, in just a second, I saw a glimmer of Naraku. Then he growled,
"You think you can defeat me again, Kaza?"
"Hell yes." I snarled. "Someone needs to put you in your place."
The demon scoffed, a deep snort from his throat. "It was some freak accident that you were able to defeat me the last time. It would take a very powerful demon to kill me now."
"No." I whispered. My body quivered. "It would take a very powerful girl."
The storm was reaching its zenith. I closed my eyes, stopped resisting, and let it flow out.
The wind started immediately. It was like the winds of my Kazaana multiplied by five, screaming and roaring all around me. I saw Kirara get blown out of the sky as my group took shelter in the cave. Tree branches shook and even the trunks themselves were swaying. It was deafening. Naraku had to grind his claws into the ground to keep himself stable. I had one hand on my sword, holding myself down. The winds whipped around me and made me feel more powerful than I ever had.
Naraku looked up and smiled. "Come on, Kaza, impress me. This is nothing."
I frowned. You asked for it, monkey boy.
I pushed the wind out of my body now. It was still building, still tumbling around inside me. I guess it had always been there – it just took Naraku in the form of a bear demon to make me realize it. The sky slowly darkened to a stormy black, the clouds dark and menacing monsters in the inky sky. I squeezed hard onto my sword and lightning crackled, throwing light onto the clearing for seconds at a time.
The demon ground himself further into the dirt, but I saw the wind beginning to shake his massive form. My hair was picked up and whipped around my head, and as I looked down, I saw that my hands were as pale as the moonlight, and that my bloody yukata looked almost purple in the dim light. The twisting vortex of winds reached hurricane status, spinning and twirling around the clearing, and I realized that Kanna's prediction had come true.
The vision in the mirror that I'd seen not long ago was me. Right now.
The Daughter of the Wind.
Just as I thought that, the winds screeched, lighting streaked through the sky, and I looked right into the demon's – Naraku's – eyes as the storm reached its climax.
In most stories, now would be the time when the main character would say something very witty and very heroic that would make you want to leap out the window and go rescue someone just reading it. Me, I didn't really consider myself the heroine. I might have been the most powerful girl in all Japan at that moment – hell, maybe the whole world – but I didn't really care. I didn't give a flying shit about revenge, glory or triumph.
I realized that I wanted Naraku dead so I could live in peace. With my mom, my dad, Inuyasha, Kagome, Shippou and Kirara. I was the Daughter of the Wind – but that didn't seem to mean as much to me as having a loving family all together again.
So I didn't give a heroic speech, didn't say anything about revenge or glory.
I just smiled as I looked into Naraku's eyes. The winds careened around me, my hair slapped my face, I felt the trees vibrate with the power, but all I did was smile as I summoned every ounce of power I had and aimed it all at Naraku.
Just as I did that, he opened his mouth to gather up an energy ball. Our opposing forces met in midair, wind against energy, my strength against his, light versus dark, the Daughter of the Wind versus the Master of Darkness, and you know what?
It was a very hard struggle, but I'm the Daughter of the Wind, damn it. And I was NOT about to have summoned all that power just to lose to some wussy energy ball.
I stretched all my muscles to the limit, I screamed with everything I had, I pushed my body and the winds until I was about to explode, and the winds roared forward, lighting struck his body, and in about the amount of time it takes to blink, he was killed.
Naraku was gone for good. I knew this because on the spot where his body was a moment before, there was a large streak of lightning and a patch of burnt grass – just like where my dad had been sucked into the sky. He was gone – really gone.
And somewhere deep down, I knew he wasn't coming back.
Looking over, I saw a little speck of white in the surronding forests. It was Kanna, watching the whole battle with her mirror in her hand. I looked and saw that image of me that had just come true. I could hear her from all the way away as she whispered,
"Do not underestimate her. The Daughter of the Wind."
I grinned, my body finally at peace, the winds calmed down, the sun breaking through the clouds, as I fainted into blackness, feeling like finally, finally, my life was worth something.
Don't worry, she's not dead. :) Well, sorry it takes so long to update, but my life has taken a crazy turn. I'm just glad I got this one out, cause Kaza kicks hard ass like that. I hope this was satisfying enough for ya'll, and thanks so much for all the awesome reviews for the last chapter. - Please review, Arigatou!
