Yay! The fifth Chapter is Here! And I am sorry to everyone who favorited, or alerted this fanfic. Sorry for not writing. I've been so busy. I had a baby girl, whom has been named Serena after Sailor Moon. You know your an anime dork when... Anywhos, review people review. Also, I know its pretty obvious who Miyuki is, but I'm not going to come out and say it yet. So enjoy.
Her: "Miyuki," she said blantly, her named rolled off her tongue akwardly, as she spoke for the first time in many nights. She sat high in a tree on one of the branches overlooking the large empty palace that she shared with Naraku, Kagura, and Kanna. She spent most of her time surrounfing herself by the branches of the trees, wrapped in the embrace of the silky leaves and rough bark. She had little intention of living beside Naraku or the others, she had realized from the beggining that she was not like them at heart, if they even had hearts to feel with. She sighed heavily, and closed her eyes.
He was there still, a silver-haired boy taunting her memory. A boy she could not truly remember, but would never forget. His name though. Forgotten.
Whenever her thoughts drifted towards the only memory she held, her heart clenched with a pain of suffering and anguish. She found it hard to breathe the sweet breath of life, and she would clutch at herself with sharp claws, until she would turn away from her memories, frightened.
"Miyuki," she whispered again. The words were flat; she hated the word, for this was not her true name, at least, that much she knew. She sighed heavily again, and slipped from the safety of her trees, and drifted towards the ground, landing heavily on both her feet and hands. The birds chirped cautiously in the sunlight, wary of the heavy evil presence the ever hung in the air. It was a sound she rarely heard here, but loved and mourned when it came, and left just as quick. She made her way to the merandering creek that circled the palace, the sound of the babbling water put her at ease. Wading deep into the crystal water she gasped as it cooled her legs, sending a chill up the back of her body until the hairs stood up from her soft skin.
She let the water settle, and swirl around her until it became smooth again, like a sheet of clear glass. In this mirror of water she peered at the hanyou face that peek back at her. She reached up slowly to grip the black cat ears that protruded from the top of her head, tugging at them in anger and disgust. Her dark brown eyes sparkling with tears, and soft lips stained a dark red, looked unnatural in their frown. Her complexion she thought was deathly pale, and it made the contrast between her long wavy ebony hair that much more shocking. In every way she knew this was not herself, this was nothing more than a husk for her use here. She brought her hands crashing into the image of the hanyou, breaking the water's traitorous vision.
She had already forgotten of her birth into this world, all she remembered was a hot pain throughout her body, and a blinding light, then the sweet breath of life. Naraku had spun a tale of how he had created her from his very own flesh, yet he held no tie to her body like Kagura or Kanna, she was purely her own. Some part of her knew the lies that Naraku fed to seed his power, but she pretended to believe his word on certain subjets, for Naraku was the only one whom seemed to know who she truly was, a secret she was desperate the find out. She had told him blantly three days after her birth that she knew of his lie, and that she would find out the truth to whom she really was, with his help or not. To keep her under his control, he spun more tales that he knew the truth as well, and would tell her only if she helped him obtain the sacred jewel shards, and kill his enemies.
It seemed she held a very great power of her own, that Naraku wanted to use, it hadn't taken her long to ask him about the shiny glowing object he kept concealed within him at all times. It was then that she had learned about the Sacred Shikon Jewel, and how a woman had foolishly broken it into pieces, and now the shard were scattered across the land, each possessing the power to make demons become more formidable enemies. He had offered the give her one of his shards, but she immediately declined, and asked rather that she be helped to hone the hanyou skills that lay dormant within her body. He gladly offered Kohaku's services to help her train.
Miyuki's ears perked up as she heard the grasses move at the edge of the trees, she looked up from the broken image to see Kohaku standing there with a smirkish grin on his face. She already knew what he was thinking, every day the boy tried to sneak up on her, and every day his attempts came to a fruitless end, when her ears easily picked up his hasty footsteps, and he was annoyed that he could not be more silent. She smiled back at him, Kohaku was the only one she had any connection with in this eerie place she resided. Just like her he held no bodily ties to Naraku, and he too was haunted by a face from his past, although his was a woman who he often refered to as "sister".
"Miyuki?" asked Kohaku. " Do you want to train with me."
She sighed heavily. Again? She had trained with him every afternoon until the sun would set for the past two full moons that she had been here. Away from Naraku they both had a pleasant care-free attitude towards each other, and the possibility of a bond of friendship blossoming between them. Yet in the presence of Naraku they both followed the demon's every command with duty. Kohaku's sense of duty was more present than herself, and she suspected that the boy was half under a spell of some sorts, but she had never spoken such things outloud. "Sure," she muttered as she took one last glance at her reflection glinting off the waters surface that had become a smooth sheet again. She hurried through the knee deep water, sending sprays of drops cascading into the sunlight.
Inuyasha: Inuyasha quickly ducked to the side as Sango's Hiratsu missed hitting him by mere inches, it spun off and buried itself deep within the trunk of the tree two feet behind him.
"Sango! Just what the hell do you think you are doing!" shouted Inuyasha.
Sango glared at him, puffing out hot breaths of angry air, as they both stood ten feet apart after a long and hasty game of cat and mouse. Inuyasha was shocked at Sango's hostility, next to Kagome she had always been the most gentle and understanding of their group, she was truly sisterly towards them. He couldn't fully grasp why just now she had tried to kill him with her Hiratsu as he had stepped foot into her village. She had chased him within the boundries of her village savagely attacking him as tears streamed down her face making her eyes look glittery in the sunlight. Kirara sat a little ways off watching the scuffle between the two with facinated eyes as she licked gently at her already clean paws, her careful feline eyes darted back and forth between the two parties with a slight interest. She let out a mew hinting at her annoyance with the two, and then padded off to rumage the village of any vermin that would make a tasty meal.
" Sango, whats wrong with you," asked Inuyasha. His voice cool and calm, a much drastic change from the hot-headed Inuyasha he had been only two and a half months ago.
Sango's eyes filled with a sorrowful anger as her saltine tears streamed down her face, she was utterly spent and defeated now, and she would have to face Inuyasha with all the hurt she felt still harboured about Kagome's death. And she blamed Inuyasha.
" How dare you come here!" she shouted at him, her tears increasing steadily, until her whole vision blurred, and Inuyasha's kimono was nothing more than a blur of red. " You left us! After she died. And its your fault!"
Inuyasha took a step back. His fault? " Wha...What are you talking about?" asked Inuyasha, wondering if Sango had gone crazy in his absence from the group. He amber eyes held the shocked horror as he realized what she was saying, and he could already guess what Sango's next chosen words were, even before the girl could say them.
She took a sudden lunge forward at him, her half-hearted punch falling short and useless from Inuyasha's face. " If it weren't for you loving that stupid Kikyo, she would have never killed Kagome."
Again Inuyasha's heart cringed as Sango's words pelted him more harshly and deeper than wound she could physically inflict, his eyes look over hers with the pain he had already given into himself over the very same thoughts. His hands grasps her wrist before she could fall into the murky puddle that pooled around his feet, and pulled her upright as she wrenched herself away from him. " Don't touch me!" she hissed as she turned from him clushing her wrists close to her body as if his touch had made her skin burn. Inuyasha had never fully realized how hard Kagome's death had affected the others in the group, he had been so stuck in his own selfish grief that he had never once thought of how his friends were taking it themselves.
" I'm sorry," muttered Inuyasha, his head was down in shame, and his mouth set straight as he tried to gain control of his racing thoughts, his clouded eyes hidden beneath the fringe of silvery hair. She turn to him her own dark eyes filled slightly with a shame of their own, budding in strength as she watched him, her whole body trembling with the mixed emotions. She had never heard him apologize with such meaning and truth behind his every word, and now she felt horrible for attacking him without first speaking to him, but she had harboured such anger towards him before they had buried Kagome, a feeling that she never had a chance to dispell before Inuyasha had run of.
" Why are you here" asked Sango, her trembling body relaxing as she let out a sigh.
" I want the group to get back together" Inuyasha stated blantly. She pinned him with a critical glare of disbelief, her eyes mere slits as she took in his words. " Its what Kago....It's whats she would want."
Sango sighed again. She couldn't argue with Inuyasha over this one.
" And I killed Kikyo," Inuyasha added, his head still looking downward, his eyes scanning the murky puddle around his feet, they darted wildly back and forth between the small rock and Sang's feet.
" Okay, I will come," she said smoothly. " But I am still not going to enjoy this. Kirara!"
Miyuki: "What's wrong Miyuki" asked Kohaku.
She stared down at her feet as she was positioned in a crouching stance her arms on either side of her, resting as she panted. She hardly registered his question in her mind for her thoughts had been dwelling on another thing that was blogging her memory. Kohaku could tell from her fighting that she was not truly into training with him this evening, she had attacked him with light and less deadly blows, and she had switch out using her charmed katana, for her less effortless claws. Her moves were less calculating attacks, and more just defensive swings and strikes rather than the harsh blows she dealt him when she was truly in the fighting move.
" Who is Inuyasha?" asked Miyuki. Her mind retraced the words spoken by Kagura just shortly after her birth, she had all but forgotten until today. She turned to look at Kohaku the boy's body framed with an orange glow from the setting sun behind him., the sky was already beginning to darken to a deep purple to the east. She could tell from the look in his orbed eyes that this was not a question she was suppose to ask, and this she already knew for it seemed that Naraku would have her kept in the darkness about her life.
" He is our enemy," said Kohaku. " Companion to the girl that broke the Shikon Jewel."
" Who...is she?" asked Miyuki, something seemed to spark in her mind, a little click as a window cracked open just a little, letting through the memory of an explosion of light across the sky. The piece of her memory came and slipped away, replaced again by the sight of that silver-haired boy, Miyuki's hands clenched into fists. Kohaku turned away from her, walking back to the palace, and she knew she would not get anymore answers from him. She continued the tighting of her fists, shuddering first with anger, then with cold, her mind far away snapping back to reality when the smell of her own blood filled her nose, and she looked down at her dark velvety crimson hands. She had been so phased by this new information that she hadn't even realized that her sharp claws had pierced through the soft of her palms.
She returned herself to the tratorious stream to wash the heavy stench of her blood from her hands, it was a glow now with the light of the setting sun, before the blanket of darkness would choke this area of the forrest. She detested the night in the place, for the evil presence of Naraku even stopped the wind from stirring the trees, there was no music in the forrest at night. It was as if the world was too afraid to make a sound in fear of upsetting the evil into action, and it was more than she could bare to lie in the dark starring up from the velvet soft grass of the forrest floor with no companionship. Miyuki had refused her first week to sleep in the palace, for the dark covered of Naraku's purple shield had choked all the light from the stars, and Miyuki found that she loved the stars more than anything. There beautiful glow, so far away, so untouchable was a much needed comfort to her, her sanctuary away from the evil presence that was Naraku.
Inuyasha? As she laid down in a particularily open meadow of the forrest repeating his name over and over in her head, until her eyes closed slowly, and sleep took her to the place she felt most at ease. Beneath the tree, in the sunlight, next to his warmth. His face angelic. Inuyasha? Inuyasha. Inuyasha.