Miasma Memories
By Vampyra142001
Every last shard left to find, we did. Kikyo & Inuyasha did most lf the work, her purifying arrows & his claws. I usually ended as bait, running through the area a shard was, drawing the attention of whatever demon had it. She didn't let it hurt me, but I could tell she didn't like my being kitsune. I was a cute child, but she couldn't let go of the demon bit.
Inuyasha's memories slowly returned, bits & pieces, flashes of battles. His memories of people were usually a flash of them, especially ones more than a few days before the battle with Naraku. He's started to associate some flashes of people with their relationships to him. Thus far: me-friend & annoyance, Sango-friend, Miroku-friend, Sesshomaru-brother & something else, Kagome-friend & 'sit'. He couldn't remember what 'sit' meant, but he knew it was bad & she was the source of it. I wasn't about to tell him what it meant.
We were traveling, I'm not sure where, maybe home to Kaede's village. I sat on Inuyasha's shoulder playing Kagome's 20 questions.
"10 left," I said.
"Is it a plant?" Inuyasha asked.
"No."
"Is it an object?"
"No."
"Creature?"
"Yes."
"Demon?"
"Nope."
"Does it fly?"
"Yes."
"A bird?"
"No."
"Bug?"
"No."
"I give up."
"A half-demon," Kikyo said.
"Hey, how did you know that?" I asked.
"You are a child, easily impressed & inaccurate, that & you said one of the rules was it had to be around us."
"So, I can fly?" Inuyasha asked.
"Somewhat, but you don't remember," she said. He frowned, thinking.
We took a short break. Kikyo tied a note to one of her soul-collectors & sent it away. We set out again.
Hours later a red soul-collector drifted back to Kikyo, a new note attached. A shard made the collector red; Naraku had control over it.
"I'm giving Naraku all the shards,"Kikyo announced.
"What! You can't do that, Naraku is evil!"I shouted.
"Silence, I'll do as I please."
"Who is Naraku?"Inuyasha asked.
"He made you lose your memory,"she answered.
"You'll get us all killed,"I wailed & jumped at her, trying to get her shards. A barrier knocked me back. She had the collectors wrap me up.
"Let me go!" Inuyasha just stood there, he didn't understand.
Hey stupid, you can change shape. I popped into my pink balloon form, but the collectors squeezed till I changed back.
"You can't escape & if you continue struggling I'll let him have you," she stated.
I didn't say anything.
"It'll be a couple days before we get to the castle, after that you can do as you please."
"Bitch,"I muttered. Kagome would not be happy with the words I've picked up, but it was true.
"Come on, I want you to see this,"I said tugging on his hand.
"You still haven't told me where you are dragging me,"he growled.
"To the theater!"I said happily.
"And how exactly is this theater different than what I'm used to?"
"You remember the TV? Well, the movies are like that, but with a huge screen & surround sound."
He looked confused, or as close as he would let himself come to confused.
"Don't worry, you'll see,"I assured him. "Hmm...action, romance, or cartoon?"
"The brightly colored drawings? That," Sesshomaru said. Could this cold Great Demon like cartoons?
I bought the tickets & the food, though he carried most of it. We sat towards the back, by the aisle, just in case he freaked. The lights went out & the reel started.
"Commercials...Why don't they just start the show?" Man, he was spending too much time around Sota.
"Just in the beginning, none while the movie is playing."
While those played Sesshomaru tasted the different snacks & asked me what some of them were. He liked the popcorn & sugar lumps.
Eventually the movie started & I watched parts of it, but mostly I watched him enjoy the show. In the dark where us meer humans couldn't see him let his face go. He smiled at funny & cute parts, growled lightly at a villian's stupid plot, & even laughed with the rest of the crowd at some hilarious moment. This cold, calculating creature did have a nicer side, but was it me or his amnesia bringing it out?
When it was over we took a bus back to the shrine.
"So did you like the movie?"I asked, walking up the shrine steps. He nodded.
"Though, why was the floor sticky?"
"Couldn't smell it?"
"I cannot identify something I have never smelled before,"he stated.
"Sometimes the people who work at the theater don't clean-up very well, so soda & stuff is all over the floor. Why?"
He reached behind him & grabbed his hair. The ends were stuck together, brownish, & had bits of crushed candy on them.
"Ew, you better wash your hair,"I said.
"I'll get to try out the shower."
"Why the shower?"
"A bath would take too long & it is late."
"I guess..."I said hesitantly.