"Shut up! I am tired of hearing your voice, you make me sick! Take this!" Kagome shouted, aiming a new arrow at Naraku. The bow strained at her fingers, stretching at the chance to shoot.
"Don't do it Kagome, the arrow will be diverted right back at you!" warned Shippou. Kagome didn't seem to care much for what he said, not moving from her position. Her eyes narrowed at the amused smile playing on Naraku's face.
"I guarantee it won't!" she yelled. Kagome released the arrow fall to the ground right after in exhaustion. The effort must have taken the energy that she had right out of her. The arrow zoomed at Kanna's mirror, and was slowing starting to be absorbed into the mirror. What, the arrow wasn't reflected? Naraku narrowed his eyes at Kanna, staring as a gushing light was being released in unimaginable speed.
"Ah now I understand," whispered a small child-like voice, "The arrow is made of souls and the mirror will crack if anymore are put in." I stared at Kanna. How could such a horrific demon like her, have such an appalling appearance such as her's?
My vision began to go fuzzy, as the cuts on my shoulders were letting out a piecing pain. I struggled to remain conscious, gripping the ground in a tight told. Flashes of light started to pierce all over aiming at the villagers and Kagome. Immediately I saw the difference, as Kagome stood up and looked stronger already.
"Miroku now use the wind tunnel!" she screamed. Miroku nodded running past us and unraveling his hand. Agh, oh no. I tried to get up, but my head started to pound and heaviness weighed down on my eyelids. I fell to the ground as the darkness soon consumed me.
"KANAME!"
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"Uuuuh," I groaned, opening my eyes slowly at wooden roof above. I blinked a couple times as I recalled what happened. "Wha- Naraku and that mirror," I mumbled softly.
"Oh thank god your awake, you've been unable to move for two days already," sighed Kagome as she felt my forehead for a temperature. "Your fever is down, that's good. How do you feel?" I didn't respond. I kept staring at her face, thinking about what had happened. That power? Did I make that barrier before? Utsugi? Why did Naraku want to bring me to her? What the hell is going on exactly? Wait.
"Ah, is everyone alright?" I asked straining to get up. Kagome's face fell a little, glancing at Inuyasha quickly.
"Sango was hit by her weapon so she has a few painful bruises, but nothing life threatening. Inuyasha is still recovering though." A look of annoyance spread throughout her face. "But that didn't stop him from going to see Kikyo, the idiot," she whispered, tears threatening to burst from her eyes. Oh dear. Confused, I lifted myself up.
"What about me, what is the damage?" I asked trying to slowly touch my shoulder to assess the pain. I opened the bandage and gasped. There were only scabs now; the wound was already closing even though it had only been two days. What the hell? I turned to Kagome as she stared at the wound, a look of resignation on her face. "What is this, why are my wounds already healed so much? And how come my pain is nearly gone?" I asked in a panicking voice.
"I don't know, but its strange, your wounds are healing in an alarming rate just as if you were-" she paused looking at the sleeping Inuyasha in the corner. Just like? She turned and started to stare me, a look of surprise spreading through her features. "As if you were a-"
"INUYASHA, KAGOME, KANAME!" yelled a voice. We both snapped our heads at the voice, seeing Miroku at the door, panic oozing from his eyes. I narrowed my eyes, as I smelled the scent of a corpse approaching the hut. I turned to Inuyasha to see that he had gotten up, and started to sniff the air. He wasn't wearing a shirt, which revealed the huge red gash on his stomach. Scratches surrounded his body, making him look a little wild. His eyes narrowed and he turned to me, seeing that I had smelled it as well.
"This scent," I said, getting to my feet and grabbing my sword. Inuyasha did the same walking ahead of me.
"Like the smell of a dead man," Inuyasha muttered in disgust. Miroku nodded walking out of the hut. I followed him out seeing an old man staggering his way towards us.
"Agh," I said as the overpowering stench came at me. The man whimpered reaching his hands out to grab something.
"The village," the man wheezed, reaching Miroku by the robes. "The village. A demon has come with the mark of a spider on its back." What? Naraku? The man began to tremble, his legs shaking from the strain. "It devoured the entire village, help us please! Please!" And at that the man collapsed, and turned to dust. I shrieked at the sight backing away from it.
"What the hell is going on here," I yelled as the others just stared at the ground where the man had fallen.
"That man . . . he's been dead from the beginning," Kagome whispered horrified.
"Kagura must have been controlling him with her dance of the dead technique," replied Miroku, looking at Inuyasha carefully.
"Which means that she already knows where we're hiding and wants to set a trap for us," replied Sango, as she clung onto Kagome tightly.
"Kagura wants me to come out and face the new incarnation out there," Inuyasha clarified.
"Your not going are you!?" yelled Kagome. I looked at Inuyasha knowing right away that he would.
"I have no choice now do I?" he yelled, grabbing his sword. I went to Kagome and took her hand.
"Don't worry the idiot won't be fighting alone this time," I whispered to Kagome. I turned to Miroku nodding ahead. "Let's go!"