(Fight! Battle with Naraku!)
The previous evening's monsoon had continued through the night, pelting the small shack in which Inuyasha and his group resided through the rainy days. It wasn't much, he had though quite often looking at it many times before during the past 4 days, but it was enough to comfortably play host to a demon slayer, a monk, a teenage girl, a small kitsune, and a hanyou.
Inuyasha was currently perched upon a limb in the enormous oak that seemed to help shelter the shack below. Looking down, he could see that the roof was starting to rot enough for the roof to gain a small blanket of moss. The current tree limb that he was perched upon was mossy, but, oddly enough not wet. Inuyasha shrugged it off, enjoying the occasional beam of sunlight that beamed down from the clearing skies.
"First time the sun has shown in a week", Inuyasha whispered slightly to himself resting his back on the main trunk behind him, lazily closing an amber eye.
Inuyasha took a whiff of fresh air. The air around him seemed to be teeming with many smells such as the wet moss growing on the tree that he was perched upon, or the wet ground that was emitting a scented steam from the fresh wet ground. It certainly was a wonderful day, but, there was something about it, something that didn't seem natural, almost ominous even. Inuyasha couldn't quite put his finger on it but he supposed that it wasn't too big of a problem and was better left for further musings that night.
Closing his eyes, Inuyasha laid his silken clothed back against the thick trunk of the oak tree. He inhaled slightly enjoying the sense of false peace that seemed to surround him. It wasn't quite right, but he was certainly grateful for whatever little peace he could get.
His eyelids that were shaded from the hot sun that was high in the sky were slowly growing dimmer. Yes, it was… a good day. Inuyasha felt his body give one last sigh and was about to drift off until he noticed the shading in his eyes. That wasn't from sleep, the land was growing darker!
Inuyasha sprang back to life his senses immediately jumping to the forefront of his utmost attention. Suddenly Inuyasha himself became aware of a definite change in the land surrounding him, it was darker, windier, and the once bright sun was now covered up by a veil of dark clouds that were moving fast, too fast. Inuyasha sniffed the air, this was no ordinary storm.
Another sniff was taken from the hanyou as his mind began to race almost in tone with his heart. A wind ruffled the tree on which the hanyou was perched, giving sight to the newly arisen fire that was kindled brightly in the amber eyes that now stared fiercely into the wind and the distant trees, that scent, it was unmistakable.
"Naraku!"
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Inuyasha's feet pelted the trees underneath him as his hands reached for his Tetsaiga, ready to unsheathe it. There was no way that he was going to let him escape this time! His mind was racing, all too aware of the ominous aura the skies above were creating. The wind had picked up, swirling the trees around him in an almost certainly inward motion, as if it were leading him in the correct direction.
It wasn't long before his amber eyes met the opening in the tree line giving sight to the windy, rolling hill and plain that now sat in front of him, sandwiched between two forest lines on the eastern and western borders. There in the middle of the plain were the blatant shapes of his crew members, fighting the gigantic hanyou that they had come to know as Naraku.
Inuyasha didn't stop running, in fact, his pace quickened as his feet hit the sodden, grassy ground. One hand was now placed firmly on the hilt of his Tetsaiga, ready to strike. Inuyasha smiled a little as his adrenaline began to rush. That bastard will never know what hit him!
There was a loud sound of sword and hilt and the signature sound of the Tetsaiga transforming as the hanyou's clawed hands drew out the magnificent sword, revealing the ominous fur collar at the base of what was now a sword twice the size of Inuyasha himself. Raising the sword he jumped into the air, one bare foot forward aimed straight for Naraku's head head.
"Wind Scar" Inuyasha's voice yelled as the blade of the huge sword glowed, a mere feet away from Naraku's armored body. There was a flash of white light in which Inuyasha was given enough time to asses the others positions which he had carelessly neglected before his attack. Miroku's position was on the ground next to a standing Kagome. The monk was holding his hand as best he could tell in the matter of seconds he was given, most likely Samiyosho poisoning.
Kagome was standing with her bow drawn next to Miroku and Sango was on the other side of the monk, looking worried at his current situation. Inuyasha was sure that his Wind Scar would not fail him this time but was utterly disgusted to find that his assumption was put to rest as his glowing blade stopped at a glowing purple shield, a mere inches away from the long, untidy black hair that was Naraku's.
Red, hollow eyes that reflected pure evil turned in Inuyasha's direction as a smile flashed across his unmoving face.
"Welcome Inuyasha, I was beginning to think that you wouldn't join our little party."
Inuyasha bared his fangs still in mid air; his sword keeping him glued to the shield, "Bastard!"
Naraku laughed heartily and Inuyasha suddenly felt disgusted and departed from his position in the air, landing perfectly next to Miroku. He hadn't been this close to Naraku for quite sometime. Damn it!, Inuyasha said to himself as he watched Naraku's calm stature.
"Well now Inuyasha ", Naraku's voice maintaining its calmness, "Aren't you going to attack me?"
Inuyasha searched his mind, there had to be a way! A strategy! He hadn't had much time for preparation or even enough time to properly asses the current situation in such a manner that it might be easier to create an efficient attack strategy, so…what? He was growing impatient, he had to do something, and he couldn't just sit there and listen to the frantic pants of the monk on the ground next to him or the whimpers of the young demon slayer mistress that sat, trying to comfort him.
"Fine!" Inuyasha shouted as he glowed his Tetsaiga "Have it your way, I don't care how you die just so long as you do!"
Naraku snickered and grinned malevolently at his words. Inuyasha hadn't thought a lot about his attack but he knew he had to try something.
"Inu…ya…," a voice murmured nearby, "Don't….he's not…he's different…"
Inuyasha turned his head as his Tetsaiga sat at the peak of its energy level.
"What do you mean Miroku?"
Suddenly Inuyasha felt his sword trembling underneath his fingertips, growing hot. He turned his head in horror as he saw his sword slowly dissolve.
"What the…,"
Inuyasha wasn't given more than three seconds to respond to this new problem as Naraku lifted his hand and attacked. Inuyasha coughed and sputtered as he felt a crushing force bend in on all sides, causing several yelps of pain to escape his lips in tone with the cracks of each and every little rib bone that snapped and broke.
He couldn't see, He couldn't breathe. This wasn't good! He knew that if he was not in possession of his Tetsaiga and his life was endangered he would soon turn into a full-fledged demon, which might not be so bad except for the fact that it would seriously endanger his friends. His mind clouded as his body gave one last pop. Inuyasha felt himself fall to the ground with a thud, heard Kagome's screaming voice and the nearby monks pants of pain, and heard the laughing of Naraku's voice.
"Naraku...Damn…You"
(((T)))