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Chapter 13: Battle
Hers is a routine very similar to his. It is either a habit acquired over the years or part of her taijiya training. Whatever the reason, Inuyasha knows Sango will rise early the morning of a battle. The sun has yet to appear, as the hanyou awaits the taijiya's arrival. Leaning against a tree, he recalls his conversation with the monk last night.
"What's the matter, Miroku?" Inuyasha stared across the fire. "You feelin' okay?"
The monk's daydream was interrupted. Sitting up, he looked across the hearth with a puzzled expression.
"I'm fine, Inuyasha; why do you ask?"
"Oh… I don't know," the hanyou said, raising an eyebrow. "I'm jus' wonderin' why you're not trying to sneak a peek at Sango in the hot spring."
Kagome had dragged Sango off the minute she returned from seeing Kohaku. They were probably having a 'girl talk' or whatever the term was the miko used.
"I'll admit, it is tempting," Miroku gave a nervous laugh, "but it would be inappropriate at a time like this."
"Hmph!" the hanyou smirked, making direct eye contact with the monk. "That's never stopped you before."
Miroku paused. Inuyasha had something on his mind and it would be a mistake to underestimate him. During their time together, the hanyou had displayed a sharp intelligence on occasion. Unlike the monk's studious intellect, Inuyasha's was born of a strong perseverance and the will to survive. It was not often the hanyou showed signs of using his brain, but that was not the case this time. Usually very direct in his approach, the monk wondered why Inuyasha suddenly seemed vague.
"Well… since you insist." Miroku said, rising to his feet, "I think I'll take you up on that offer, Inuyasha. Thanks to you," the monk smiled. "I'll have the pleasure of feasting my eyes on two delectable beauties instead of one."
Including Kagome had hit a nerve; Inuyasha stood also, crossed his arms and glared at his friend. "Sit down, pervert!"
Smothering a chuckle, Miroku did just that. Leaning back against the tree, the monk closed his eyes and resumed his memories of the night before… a night with moonlight, a hot spring and a certain sinfully sexy demon slayer.
Detecting the taijiya's stealth footsteps, Inuyasha straightens from the tree and plans to confront her.
"Sango!" He steps away from the tree and blocks her path.
Lifting her head in surprise, she looks oddly at the hanyou. If he is here, something must be wrong. Can Naraku have arrived at such an early hour?
"What's going on, Inuyasha?" she asks anxiously. "Is it Naraku?"
"No," he says bluntly, "I jus' wanted to talk to you."
"Oh… well, all right," Sango says, a little perplexed. Taking a seat on a boulder next to where he is standing, the taijiya sits and waits to hear him out. However, Inuyasha's question throws her off guard.
"Was it your choice to sleep with Miroku?"
Sango's jaw drops as she stares wide eyed at her comrade. The seconds tick by with her in a stupor. She is not sure whether to be offended at his audacity or curious to his insight.
"What… what are you getting at, Inuyasha?" the taijiya stammers.
"Cut it out, Sango!" he snaps. "You know damn well what I'm talkin' about! Did you think you could hide it? You two reek of each other. I noticed as soon as you arrived yesterday."
She and Miroku should have remembered Inuyasha's acute sense of smell.
"Your scents are so mingled," he continues, "I can't tell which of you is comin' or goin'!"
Sango sits in silence. How does she answer? There is no use denying it. Lifting her eyes to his, she gets defensive. "Inuyasha…" she growls a warning, "… this is really none of your business."
"The hell it ain't!" he comes back at her. "If he wore you down with that mushy sweet talk of his, I'll…" the hanyou stops before continuing. "As soon as I get through with Naraku, I'm gonna make sure he does the right thing by you! What the hell were you thinkin'?"
The taijiya goes hot and cold at the same time. Reading between the lines, she can tell Inuyasha is concerned for her, but does he really think she can be that easily coerced.
Shooting off the boulder, Sango faces Inuyasha. "He's already done 'the right thing', baka!" she shouts. "We're married! So…" she states, wagging a finger in his face, "I guess that puts an end to that dirty mind of yours!"
"Glad to hear it!" he shot back. "It'll keep me from cripplin' him. Miroku's my friend, Sango, but, you're like a sister to me, damn it! I'm not about to…"
Inuyasha never finishes his speech as Sango throws herself into his arms. The hanyou is in shock with the taijiya clinging to his neck. Her weepy, "Oh… Inuyasha," has him patting her back in an awkward fashion.
"We wanted to tell you, but we thought it best to wait. We didn't want to worry anyone." Sango rambles on as Inuyasha sets her gently away from him, uncomfortable with the unfamiliar closeness.
"All right, all right," he says gruffly, "but, we still won't tell Kagome, she'll only start actin' all weird and stuff." On a serious note, he says, "I wanna make sure it was what you wanted; that it was your choice."
"Yes, Inuyasha," Sango says with a blush and looks at the tips of her soft-soled boots. "It was very much my choice."
The taiyoukai watches them through the darkness as they converse in hushed whispers. The priestess and the young taijiya have been inseparable since their return. The boy is quite resourceful and the priestess, a strategic mastermind. Their skills can rival the best of his martial cohorts; it is too bad they were only humans.
Kikyou runs her fingers through the boy's mop of bangs before he disappears into the shadows. It will be daylight soon and the priestess has yet to sleep. In her current state of existence, it must not be necessary.
Sesshomaru's eyes follow the priestess as she moves over to Rin's sleeping form. Kneeling, she pulls the covers over the little girl, protecting her from the chill of the morning dew. Her lips curl in a wistful smile as she performs this act, but is quickly replaced by her stoic expression as she returns to her silent vigil.
It comes as a surprise that Kikyou, for all her intelligence, has not figured out her swords true ability. Is she that focused on Naraku that she has not noticed the changes within herself? Damn Totousai; he has a habit of meddling in the affairs of others.
The elders had a tendency to impose their will on others. It was like his father bequeathing the Tetsaiga to Inuyasha. Sesshomaru grew up knowing the sword would someday belong to him. However, he later discovered it was not meant to be.
Totousai, Myouga and Bokuseno were the perpetrators in the distribution of the swords after his father's death. Inuyasha received the Tetsaiga and he received the Tenseiga. Although Sesshomaru would never admit it, he now saw the logic in his father's decision. However, it did not mean he agreed with his methods.
Kikyou stands still as a statue overlooking the valley below. The taiyoukai wonders about the elder's plans for her. After talking with Totousai, he knows what is to transpire, but he does not know why. More important, based on the outcome of this battle, what will Kikyou decide?
"Where is she?"
The rings on the shakujou chimed softly as the monk paced back and forth. Waiting in the darkness, he had anticipated this clandestine meeting with his beloved. Who knew one night could make a difference; just one night without her in his arms only added to his anxiety.
They had agreed to meet before the others woke. Miroku had spent the time waiting in meditation. As the monk sat pondering on Sango's delay, he heard footsteps approaching.
"You're late," the monk says turning around. "You had me worried."
Miroku is startled; instead of Sango, her brother Kohaku stands before him.
"Kohaku?"
The young taijiya does not answer, but acknowledges the monk with a slight bow.
"Your sister should arrive soon," Miroku says, in way of conversation. "You are welcome to sit and wait with me."
"Actually…" Kohaku's voice is barely above a whisper, "I have come to see 'you', Houshi-sama."
Instantly, the monk comprehends the boy's audience with him. Sango must have informed her brother of their nuptials. Inwardly, Miroku smiles at the young taijiya's presence. This is to be the equivalent of a father to son-in-law talk; however, the little brother is the stand-in.
"Then, please," the monk smiles and indicates a place across from him, "have a seat, Kohaku-san."
The boy hesitates, and at first, Miroku thinks he may refuse. However, after a moment, he moves quietly and sits down. Instead of questioning him, the monk waits, allowing the taijiya to start whenever he is ready.
"I understand you are now married to my sister," Kohaku begins and Miroku gives an affirmative nod. "As her husband," the boy presses on, "why do you allow her to fight?" Would it not be better to send her someplace safe, where she can come to no harm?" The boy's voice grows stronger, trying to sound like a reasonable adult.
With a slight frown marring his brow, Miroku answers readily. "It is not a question of what I will allow, Kohaku-san. Your sister is my wife; my partner, not my property." Hearing this, the boy's eyes lift to meet the monks piercing gaze.
"As her husband," Miroku repeats the taijiya words, "I will not deny her what her heart desires most. Do you know what that is, Kohaku-san?"
If he knows, the taijiya does not answer. He simply looks down at the ground, therefore, Miroku continues. "It is her desire to have you back with us; to have what's left of her family together again. If Sango feels her presence here is necessary and effectual in obtaining that; who am I to deny her?"
"But… you're her husband," Kohaku sounds accusing. "You're supposed to protect her; to keep her safe!"
"I am and I will," Miroku says with an edge to his voice. Kohaku senses a change in the monk and looks sharply in his direction. Miroku's facial expression is cordial enough; however, his blue eyes shimmer intensely.
"I can no more deter Sango from protecting the one she loves, than I can sprout wings and fly. You should know that, Kohaku; you know her better than anyone."
"As her husband," Miroku reiterates, "I will support and protect her in any venture she deems worthy. It just so happens Sango and I feel that, besides eliminating Naraku, 'you' are our first priority. I'm sorry if you don't agree with us, but… that's how it is."
Kohaku sits in stunned silence. The smile is back on Miroku's face and in his voice. He has tactfully established his role as Sango's husband and has earned the respect of her little brother.
"I apologize," Kohaku says, rising to his feet and bows deeply to Miroku, who has also risen. "I meant no disrespect."
"I understand," Miroku says, clasping the boy on the shoulder. "It simply shows the love you have for your sister."
"Yes, Houshi-sama," the young taijiya has relaxed enough to give a nervous laugh. "You have a very intimidating way of showing your love for my sister too."
"I assure you, Kohaku-san, my bark is worse than my bite." The monk says smiling broadly. "And… please, little brother, call me Miroku."
Back at the village, Kagome and Kaede stand in the courtyard as the first light of morning appears. The birds unite in song and the air is crisp and clear.
"What irony this day should begin so beautifully," Kaede says, looking over the valley.
"It only looks beautiful, Keade" the younger miko responds. "There is an ominous feeling in the air."
The older woman closes her eyes and tries to key into what Kagome is feeling. After a few moments, Kaede sighs and opens her eyes. "What I detect, is only faint, Kagome-chan. You are more attuned than I; remember your skills far surpass my own."
"I'm afraid, Kaede-sama." Kagome whispers and suddenly seems to wilt before the older woman.
"Oh… Kagome-chan!" Kaede pulls the young woman into her arms. "I wish I could tell you not to worry, that there is naught to fear, but we both know that would be a lie." Kagome leans into the older miko as she strokes her hair. "One thing I know assuredly," Kaede says softly. "Inuyasha will take care of you; he will not allow you to be harmed in any way. His love for you makes him very protective."
"He's protective, all right… but is it out of love, Kaede-sama?"
The young miko averts her eyes as the older woman searches her features. Looking puzzled, Kaede wonders what has dimmed Kagome's usual cheerful temperament.
"Come child," Kaede says in surprise, "you cannot possibly doubt Inuyasha's feelings for you."
"Oh… I know he cares for me, but it's not the same as what he feels for Kikyou."
"No… it is not," the older woman says bluntly. "His feelings are not the same because, thanks to you, he is not the same person from his time with my sister."
"Inuyasha and Kikyou were two lonely souls," Kaede continues. "Each, unknowingly, desiring the unattainable. I often wondered without the interference and tragedy; would their union have been successful. Although I love my sister dearly and I have come to care for Inuyasha, I have my doubts."
"Their time is past, Kagome-chan, and I believe they both realize that; it is time you realize it too." Kaede looks over to the shrine erected in Kikyou's honor and says sadly, "I mean no disloyalty to my sister when I say this, it just happens to be the truth."
Images of the last few encounters with Kikyou flit through the young miko's mind. Recently the meetings with Inuyasha were brisk and business like. None of Kikyou's passionate hatred was displayed. She had long ceased her personal assault on the hanyou and he no longer felt compelled to follow her into the afterlife.
Kagome knows it takes a lot for Kaede to admit these feelings to her; after all, Kikyou is her sister.
"You should be proud of yourself, Kagome-chan," the older woman continues. "You have changed so much since you first arrived and more importantly, you have changed Inuyasha."
Kagome's senses are alert as the object of their discussion bounds into the courtyard. She detects the jewel shards are near, which means Naraku is also close by.
"What's the matter, Kagome?" Inuyasha asks as he sees her stiffen.
"There!" she whispers and points off in the distance.
"Hah!" Inuyasha says triumphantly. "It's about time!"
Climbing onto the hanyou's back, Kagome turns to the older woman. "Thank you for everything Kaede and, please… take care of Shippo."
Naraku is near. She can detect his venomous hatred and it rolls over her in waves. Scanning the valley, Kikyou's eyes narrow in concentration and her fingers tighten on her bow.
Although she has the sword, she plans to rely on a familiar weapon. Her arrows, combined with her spiritual powers, have served her well over the years. In addition, it is what Naraku will expect.
"Kikyou-sama?"
The priestess turns to the sound of Rin's voice. The child is lying on her side, propped on her elbow with a slumberous look. Arranging her face into a smile, Kikyou walks over and sits next to her.
"Good morning, little one," the priestess says in low tones. "You are up early."
Rin nods and eases her head onto Kikyou's lap. The child is still half-asleep, but coherent enough to ask questions.
"What will happen today, Kikyou-sama? Kohaku-kun says he may not see me again after today," Rin's drowsy chatter continues. "He says he wants me to be a good girl and to keep smiling. Why won't I see him again?"
The ending is a confused plea; the child wants to understand why she may lose her newfound friend. There is no sense in lying to her, so Kikyou gives her a hopeful truth.
"We have a battle today, Rin-chan," she begins carefully, "…a battle to put an end to a powerful evil. You have heard of Naraku; have you not?"
"Yes," the child answers, "Sesshomaru-sama and Kohaku-kun have been searching for him."
"That's right," the priestess confirms. "He has hurt many people… has made many suffer, Rin-chan. Kohaku and I plan to stop him, whatever the cost."
"You can do it, Kikyou-sama," the little girl says sleepily. "You and Kohaku-kun can beat him. Sesshomaru-sama will help you; I know he will. Just like…" the child drifts deeper into slumber, "…he's always there for me."
Kikyou looks down on Rin, now asleep. The taiyoukai may have saved this child, but the memory of Mt. Hakurei is still fresh in her mind.
Sesshomaru was there when Naraku struck her down; she felt his aura as she plunged to the miasma below. He did not offer his help then; she would not expect it now. His leading her to Totousai was enough.
The sun begins to rise and Kikyou is overwhelmed by the power of the Shikon no Tama. She moves as if entranced, as if the jewel is calling out to her. Instinctively, she braces herself; it has begun. Sesshomaru appears instantly by her side.
"He's here," they both say in unison.
Sango arrives just as the dawn illuminates the forest. Miroku embraces her tightly as she runs into his arms. The taijiya is amazed that in such a short time, she craves the purest of intimacies with him.
"I'm sorry, Houshi-sama," she says breathlessly, "I was delayed because…"
"Later…" he whispers, before capturing her lips with his own. The couple lose themselves in each other, exchanging sensuous kisses and tender caresses. Their soft moans and content sighs, express their joy at being together. Finally releasing her lips, Miroku smiles down at his wife.
"You have become quite adept at groping, Sango," he feels her tracing patterns across his chest and over the muscled planes of his stomach.
"I learned from the best," Sango returns a coquettish smile of her own. "If we had more time…"
She deliberately leaves the invitation dangling and Miroku looks at her in wonder. How can she look so innocent, yet seductive; so shy, yet so… wanton? This is a new side to her character and the monk is enjoying it immensely. Spanning her waist with his hands, he pulls her close and rests his forehead against hers.
"I had an unexpected visitor this morning; just before you arrived." With eyes closed, the monk loves the closeness of his wife and savors her warmth.
Sango stiffens, immediately thinking of Inuyasha. Feeling her response, Miroku pulls back and looks into her eyes. Tapping her lightly on the nose, he says sternly, "Why didn't you warn me of my inquisition at dawn?"
Blushing furiously, Sango can only stutter, "Believe me, Houshi-sama, I never expected… that he would…" she references the hanyou.
Capturing her chin, the monk tilts her face to look into her eyes. "Sango, I'm only teasing you," he laughs. "Kohaku was an imposing figure standing in for your father; I was quite impressed."
"Kohaku?"
The taijiya is shocked, but secretly pleased. Inuyasha and now Kohaku are championing her; it seems her family grows larger everyday. She now has two brothers and a husband, whose voice cuts through her musings.
"You seem surprised, Sango; who did you think I meant?"
"Uh… well, you see…" before she can finish, Miroku grabs her upper arms and holds her close to him. His eyes are closed as if in meditation, his fingers tightening on her arms. Although he is hurting, she remains still and silent. The monk is sensing a demonic aura and she is not about to disturb him.
"Pure evil," he says, almost to himself. Lifting his head suddenly, he snaps, "Naraku!" He takes off in a run, pulling the taijiya with him. Pursing her lips, Sango whistles loudly. Seconds later, the youkai cat appears, responding to her call.
"Kirara!"
The swirling mass of miasma is seen for miles. It is a humongous, vaporous confection heading to its destined place. The cave of Onigumo… the birthplace of a betrayed love, a young maiden's death and numerous, destructive manipulations that have spanned half a century. As Naraku's infamous form draws near, each person looks on, awaiting the means to an end.
Inuyasha and Kagome take the direct approach, landing directly at the mouth of Onigumo's cave. The miko prepares her bow and the hanyou unsheathes the Tetsaiga. They both watch as the mass swirls above them.
"Time to end this," Inuyasha snarls. Turning eyes on Kagome, he lets his guard down for the briefest moment allowing her a glimpse of his true feelings. "Ready, Kagome?"
The miko's eyes are fiery as she turns to him. However, once she looks into his golden depths, what she sees leaves her breathless. What his eyes are saying now, he may never tell her outright, but the message is clear.
Grabbing his hand, Kagome graces him with a beatific smile. "Yes, Inuyasha," she whispers, "I am ready. For this battle and more"
Kikyou looks up as she senses Kohaku in the tree above her. The boys face is intense as he secures the chain scythe at his waist. The two have planned for this moment.
"It's time, Kikyou-sama," the taijiya surveys the area. "Sesshomaru?" he questions.
"He is already gone," the priestess gives an indifferent shrug. "You know he works alone."
"Well…" the boy spares the sleeping Rin a glance. "I'm going now."
"Kohaku!"
Kikyou's shout detains him. The taijiya's eyes widen as the priestess turns sorrowful eyes upon him. This is the first time he has seen such raw emotion on her face.
"I wish… if only…" she cannot form the words. Her failed attempts have her hanging her head.
"I understand, Kikyou-sama," the boy smiles. "Do what you must."
Kohaku is gone before the priestess lifts her head. Turning towards the swirling mass, Kikyou begins her slow walk to the battlefield.
Kouga is still on the road, but skids to a halt and looks up at the sky. He can see the floating mass in the distance.
"Right on time!" the wolf youkai smirks.
Absently fingering the Goraishi at his hip, he will finally extract revenge for his slaughtered comrades. Kouga executes the whirlwind to increase his speed, with determination, the leader of the wolf clan spirals and twirls towards his destiny.
Flying overhead, Miroku and Sango avoid the miasma. Unsure of Naraku's ever-changing form and powers, they will not engage just yet. The taijiya unclasps the Hiraikotsu and the monk grips his shakujou firmly. Leaning close, the monk issues a warning.
"No heroics, Sango. Remember… we all plan to protect Kohaku, so don't extend yourself." Shifting to look over her shoulder, Sango issues her own warning.
"Whatever happens, Houshi-sama, stay in control and stay focused!" Turning angry eyes back on the miasma, the taijiya nudges Kirara forward.
On a hillside, a distance away, sit Totousai and Myouga. Like the other youkai, they have come to witness the battle.
"How do you think they will fare, Totousai-sama?" the flea vassal asks from atop the demon forgers head.
"I don't know, Myouga-san," he says in response. "It's up to them now, we have done all we can to prepare them."
"I'm sure that's not true," a familiar voice cuts through the stillness. "If you are so concerned about your precious humans; why not help them fight?"
The elder youkai jumps guiltily at the sound of Sesshomaru's voice. Myouga leaps down and burrows into Totousai's haori. How he hates confrontations with the demon lord. The demon forger, however, turns with a slight smile.
"Don't be so condescending, Sesshomaru. Each individual down there is ready to fight for something they believe in and each are justified," he informs the haughty taiyoukai. "So much that it makes your reason for pursuing Naraku dull in comparison."
The taiyoukai makes no response to the reprimand, therefore, Totousai continues. "Your father asked you once, Sesshomaru, and I will ask you again. What do you have to protect?"
Turning glacial eyes on the two elder demons, the taiyoukai does not bat an eye as he responds.
"Absolutely nothing."
They all watch the miasma descend to the middle of the field. Although it has landed, the toxic vapors have yet to disperse. No one can get close to Naraku's demonic cloak. They wait, not knowing what to expect as their nemesis makes his grand entrance.
Suddenly, the miasma begins to evaporate allowing the participants a view of the final transformation.
Kagome gasps and takes a step behind Inuyasha. The hanyou is momentarily stunned and emits a growl deep in his throat. Gripping the handle of the Tetsaiga, he pushes the miko further back.
Elevated on a tree branch, Kohaku looks wide eyed to the open field. Usually well poised, the taijiya almost falls over as he stares at the sight before him.
From the air, a ripple of fear slithers down Sango's spine and she senses Kirara feels the same. The youkai cat's hairs spike on the exposed area on the back of her neck. Miroku is stiff with shock, but his mind works furiously. There is something familiar here. Closing his eyes, he desperately tries to remember. Suddenly, he realizes Naraku's intentions.
"Kami!" he breathes, startling Sango from her reverie. "He 'is' mad. He is attempting to emulate…"
Sesshomaru's thoughts run in the same direction, as he looks on from a distance. Instead of repulsion or amazement, the taiyoukai actually smiles.
"So… Naraku thinks he is a god. How amusing; another fool willing to trade his soul for power and immortality."
Only his composed demeanor masks the excitement coursing through his veins. Settling back, Sesshomaru waits to see what Naraku's transformation reveals.
Kikyou's eyes are emotionless as they take in Naraku's new form. Standing at the edge of forest, the priestess tries to recall the myths of long ago.
Towering over the largest shrine, her adversary's body is covered with scales, possibly a protective shield. He possesses a long thick tail that, according to its current thrashing about, is also used as a weapon. His once human hands are now curved talons ready to shred anything in its path. Eyes flashing red in its still human face, his dark tresses ripple down his back. The priestess is sure the changes are more than physical and Naraku proves her right with his next move.
"I can see you are impressed," Naraku smirks and flexes. "Now it's time to demonstrate my new powers!" Taking a deep breath, he exhales a blast of fire and aims it directly at Inuyasha and Kagome.
Kikyou sighed heavily, she would have done anything to be wrong, but she was sure Naraku had attempted to replicate himself after the dragon legend – Orochi.
Inuyasha's only thought is of Kagome's safety as he whisks her away from the ball of fire. Landing above the cave, he sets the miko on her feet. Hurriedly, he removes his haori and secures it around her shoulders.
"Are you all right, Kagome," he asks, running his hands anxiously over her. "You didn't get burned; did ya'?"
"I'm okay," she says, stilling his hands.
Turning back to Naraku, Inuyasha's anger gets the better of him. Raising the Tetsaiga overhead, he charges. "Come on you bastard," he yells, "let's see what you got!"
The hanyou jumps; in mid air a claw appears blocking his strike. Inuyasha is thrown back, landing with a thud in the tall grass. Jumping quickly to his feet, he faces the enemy looming above him. Although a large target, its movements are quick and alert. Before Inuyasha can grip his sword firmly, Naraku is upon him.
Hearing Kagome's "Go!" and Sango's "Hiraikotsu!" Inuyasha knows his back is covered. Kagome's arrow hits the arm, causing it to miss the hanyou. Sango's weapon knocks away the tail aiming for his back. This clears him to jump straight ahead connecting with the monsters mid-section.
Inuyasha slices repeatedly with his sword, but no damage is caused. Using his feet as leverage, he pushes off Naraku, retreating for the moment. As soon as his bare feet make contact, a jolt shoots through Inuyasha's body. Landing in a crouched position, he slides back in the grass.
"What the hell…" he staggers to his feet.
"Inuyasha!"
"Stay where you are!" he halts Kagome in her tracks. Looking up he waves the Tetsaiga in the air trying to get the monk's attention.
Sango has just retrieved the Hiraikotsu when they notice him. The couple attempt to get to him, but Naraku's tail makes it near impossible. Kirara performs an aerial maneuver that almost unseats Miroku, who is holding tight to Sango's waist. Finally reaching Inuyasha, the monk grabs his hand and removes him from the line of fire.
Depositing the hanyou next to Kagome, the miko does the same as he had earlier. Running her small hands over him, she checks for injuries. Gently slapping her hands away, Inuyasha turns to Miroku.
"What kinda' armor is he wearin'?"
"The scales covering his body are his protection. He has encased himself in a fitted barrier." The monk allows this to sink in before he continues. "He's using the power from the Shikon jewel to maintain it."
"Do you think the 'Red Tetsaiga' can break through, Houshi-sama?" questions Sango.
"I'm afraid not," the monk sounds dejected.
"We'll see about that!" Inuyasha spat. Bracing his feet wide apart, he lifts the sword and watches the blade transform to crimson. Slicing downward, he releases the energy and fires it directly at Naraku.
Although the power hits him head on, it appears the energy is being absorbed into the beast's scales. Naraku's sinister laughs echoes through the valley.
"You're pathetic," he taunts the group. "Is that the best you can do?" With that said, he sends another blast of fire their way.
Inuyasha snatches up Kagome; Miroku, Sango and Kirara take off, moving out of the way before being scorched by the flames. Flying over the beast, Sango tries to attack from behind. She sails the Hiraikotsu, but it only bounces off Naraku's body. The taijiya catches her weapon just in time to block a strike from the huge tail.
The force knocks her back slamming her into Miroku; however, they both manage to keep their seat on Kirara.
The monk removes ofudas from his sleeve as Sango maneuvers closer. The monk launches the sacred sutras, but they never reach their destination. In the air, they start to crackle and shrivel, as if burned.
"That's not good, Sango! My spiritual energy is being deflected." They both watch Inuyasha attack again; he is smacked away like a pesky fly.
The taijiya leans down and whispers to Kirara. The youkai cat jumps forward, carrying its riders closer to Naraku. Sango skims the length of the monster's body and navigates through its arms and legs.
"Not too close," Miroku warns. "What are we looking for?"
"There has to be…" before Sango can complete her sentence they are blindsided by the huge tail connecting with Kirara's side.
Miroku is pitched over the side as Sango fights to stay upright. It is not until she is settled that she realizes the monk is gone. Twisting around, she searches frantically for him.
"Houshi-sama!" she cries, as she watches him fall. Turning the cat in that direction, she descends rapidly to assist him, but Naraku foils her attempts to reach the monk. "No!" she screams, as he gets closer to the ground.
Suddenly, a large pink balloon appears from nowhere and closes around Miroku. With the monk inside, it hits the ground, bounces a few times and then rolls.
"Shippo!"
Thanks to the little kitsune, her husband is safe. The taijiya is relieved until she hears Kagome shout.
"Look out, Sango!"
Too late, the demon slayer realizes her mistake; she has taken her eyes off her opponent. A claw lashes out and strikes Kirara, delivering a blow to the hind flank. The youkai cat emits a hiss of pain. Sango hears a bone snap, but is able to guide her companion to a safe landing.
"Thank you, Shippo," Miroku says, running towards Sango and Kirara with the fox child on his shoulder.
"I'm here to help," the kitsune says proudly, "we're in this together!"
Tossing his head in Inuyasha's direction, the monk says, "You can help by protecting Kagome-chan; Inuyasha has his hands full at the moment."
"Right!" The kitsune hops from the monk's shoulder and heads in Kagome's direction.
"Damn it!" Inuyasha snarls. The hanyou has tried several attacks, but cannot pierce the demons armor and Kagome is trying to reserve what arrows she has left. There has to be a weakness in that body armor.
He looks over the battlefield. Miroku's sutras are not strong enough, Sango, although determined, her weapon is ineffectual and Kirara is grounded. They cannot keep this up; Naraku is toying with them.
Inuyasha is still undecided about his next move when he hears Kagome approaching. Carrying Shippo, the miko joins him on the hillside.
"What now?" she asks.
Focusing on their nemesis, the hanyou does not answer. Watching Naraku turn his attention to Sango and the injured Kirara, Inuyasha knows he has to distract him.
"Stand back!" he yells. Grasping the Tetsaiga in both hands, the hanyou executes a turn and aims.
"Kon-gou-sou-ha!"
The sword discharges the diamond spears and launches them at Naraku. The beast howls in agony as the spears pound his body in rapid succession. The armor is still intact, but the impact alone is painful.
"Keh!" Inuyasha smirks. "What's wrong, Naraku," he taunts, "did that hurt?"
Furious red-rimmed eyes turn on the hanyou. Rearing back, Naraku sends another stream of fire his way. Inuyasha jumps out of the way, as the grass ignites.
"Inuyasha!" Kagome screams.
He can see an outline of the miko through the flames, but he is more concerned about Naraku noticing her.
"Stay back!" he yells. "Shippo, get her outta here!"
As soon as he barks the order, Naraku turns his attention to the unprotected Kagome. Inuyasha watches in horror, as a clawed talon bears down on the miko.
Kagome and Shippo's screams are cut short by a gust of swirling winds breaking through the wall of flames. Lifting the miko and the kitsune, it carries them to higher ground and safety.
"Kouga!"
Exhaling loudly, the hanyou is relieved and grateful for the miko's rescue. However, he gets extremely annoyed when the wolf takes his time releasing Kagome.
"Hey!" Inuyasha snaps. "Did ya' come to fight or jus' to paw Kagome?"
"Shut up, mutt!" Kouga snaps back. Setting the miko on her feet, the wolf winks. "I'll be back; jus' let me give dog breath a hand."
Kagome is momentarily stunned as Kouga hurries away.
"Did he say what I thought he said?" Shippo questions.
"He sure did," Kagome says with a smile.
Kirara has reduced to non-battle size and Sango holds her close. The youkai cat will be all right, but needs a little time to recuperate. Her healing powers are even faster than Inuyasha's since she is a full-blooded youkai.
"Is she okay, Sango!" Miroku asks worriedly, running up to them.
"She'll be fine, Houshi-sama; are you all right?"
"Yes… thanks to Shippo," he smiles.
They both turn in time to see Inuyasha release the 'Diamond Spear Blast'. As the spears shower over Naraku, the couple gets confident at a supposed weakness. However, once the dust clears, they realize it is yet another failed attempt. They feel a certain satisfaction, however, at hearing Naraku cry out in pain.
"Well… Inuyasha's done it now," Miroku states watching the beast retaliate with another blast of fire.
"Oh no!" Sango gasps. "No… Kagome!" she shouts, but the miko cannot hear from this distance.
She and Miroku break into a run. Kagome is oblivious to Naraku attacking from behind. Still clutching Kirara, Sango falls behind the monk. She is unable to keep up with his speed as they race to assist their friends.
Suddenly, Naraku's tail lashes out. The taijiya jumps back just before it comes crashing down, separating her from her husband. This causes the ground to shake, the tremor bringing Sango to her kness.
The tail raises high in the air, intending to strike again. Tucking Kirara in the crook of her arm, the taijiya lifts her weapon with the other to block an incoming blow.
Miroku turns and automatically reaches for the rosary beads at his wrist, but he cannot use the 'Kazaana' with Sango in the way. Gripping the shakujou, he charges and blocks the tail with the body of his staff exuding his spiritual energy. Standing over the taijiya, pain radiates down his arms as he hold off the attack.
"Move, Sango," Miroku snaps. As she hesitates, he adds impatiently, "Now!"
Sango takes off, sprinting across the field. The monk holds his ground until she is clear.
The tail retreats, only to come crashing down again; the monk jumps away from the destructive apparatus. Instead of pursuing him, the tail appears to focus on Sango's fleeing form. With a sudden shift in direction, the tail sweeps to the side and trails her.
Eyes widening in fear, Miroku opens his mouth to yell a warning. Before he forms the words, Kohaku appears, knocking his sister to the ground just as the tail flies overhead.
"Thank, Kami!" Miroku says, able to breathe again.
The siblings roll and scramble out of the way before the tail can make another pass.
"Ane-ue, are you hurt?" Kohaku asks, helping her to her feet.
"No," Sango responds. "I'm fine, but Kirara is injured. I need to find a place to let her rest until she heals."
"On the other side of the field…" he tells her, "…is a secluded spot; it's not far. Take her there; she'll heal in no time."
"Right," Sango responds with a smile to the authority in her little brother's tone. She then looks over at her husband still engaged in battle. She cannot leave him alone out there.
Reading her thoughts, Kohaku puts her at ease.
"Go," he tells her, "I'll help Miroku-sama."
Sango's head whips around at her brother's statement; her gaze then drops to Kirara in her arms. The cat needs to heal and she cannot do that out on the field.
Grabbing hold of her brother, Sango pulls him close and embraces him. "No heroics, Kohaku," she mimics her husbands warning to her earlier. "And… take care of the monk for me."
"It's you, Kouga," Naraku cackles. "I see we didn't get rid of you after all." Although he is surprised at seeing the wolf youkai, he masks it with contempt. "Let's see if we can remedy that now."
"Aw… guess you're not glad to see me," the wolf sneers. "Besides… you're the one goin' down," his meaning clear. The wolf youkai catapults off the hill, dodging fire and claws. He manages to get close enough to Naraku to deliver a powerful kick.
"Wait, Kouga!" Inuyasha shouts, but too late. The wolf connects with the massive chest, only to be cast off by the scaled barrier. Twisting in air, Kouga lands in a crouched position. "What the…"
"His entire body is a protective barrier; it repels anything comin' near it," Inuyasha explains.
"Nice time to tell me," Kouga shouts. "How long were you plannin' to hold that information?"
"Long enough," the hanyou says smugly, a looks meaningfully at Kouga's leg. "Don't worry, wimp, the stingin'll go away soon."
"Why you…"
"Boys!" Kagome interrupts their bickering. "Watch out!"
Leaping back, the wolf and hanyou evade another stream of flames heading their way.
A short distance away, Sango gently lays Kirara under a tree. She looks around but detects nothing harmful. Stroking the cat's fur, the taijiya is impatient to get back to the field.
"You'll be fine here, Kirara," she whispers. "Come when you're able."
Running back, she stops just short of entering the field. Surveying the battle from this angle, Sango can finally theorize the situation. It is as she thought. The tail works independently from the rest of the body. She watches as Miroku and Kohaku work feverishly with that part of Naraku's anatomy.
Kouga's appearance comes as a surprise, as he helps Inuyasha defend the front. She notices Naraku does not turn around, but is constantly aware of what goes on behind him. That can only mean one thing… another set of eyes guarding the rear.
Sango's sharp eyes scan the entire length of the monster's back. Suddenly, she locates them, directly at the base of the tail. The scales covering the tail conceal the eyes.
Taking another moment, the taijiya also realizes she has pinpointed the weakness in the armor. Running back to the battlefield, she will inform the others. They are finally going to do it; they will defeat Naraku. Intent on getting Miroku's attention, Sango pays no heed to the tail shifting her way.
"Ane-ue!"
Turning to the sound of Kohaku's voice, she barely raises the Hiraikotsu before the tail slams into her. The blow sends her flying; she muffles a whimper as she lands on her shoulder.
"I'm all right!" she yells back, getting to her feet to prove it. However, she is not 'all right'; her shoulder is dislocated.
Giving her husband a reassuring smile, she lifts her weapon with the uninjured arm. She will not shout her revelations across the field; no need to cause someone undue injury by distracting them. She will simply show them.
Unfastening her obi, Sango uses her good hand and her teeth to tie it around her injured arm, trapping it against her body. With the good arm, she lifts her weapon. Spinning for momentum, she launches the Hiraikotsu and watches it hit the mark.
The monster rears back and roars, discharging a wad of fire into the air. Its movements become erratic, the arms and legs thrashing wildly in pain.
"Look, Miroku-sama!" Kohaku points to his sister's weapon lodged in the base of Naraku's tail.
"She did it; she wounded him," Miroku cries happily. Evading another swipe from the angered beast, he turns to his wife. However, one look at her and the smile is wiped from the monk's face.
"Sango?"
Still a distance away, she is slouched over, holding her arm and breathing heavily. Exchanging looks, Miroku and Kohaku head towards her.
"What the hell happened?"
Inuyasha stands on the hillside with Kagome, Kouga and Shippo. They all watch, baffled by Naraku's odd behavior.
"Hmph!" Kouga sniffs. "You think he's loosin' it?"
"There's Miroku!" Shippo sees the monk running in the opposite direction. "And… Kohaku is with him!"
Naraku is furious as he shakes loose the weapon embedded in his tail. One of the eyes is punctured, oozing secretion from the opening. He turns, looking over his shoulder at the damage caused by the demon slayer.
His eyes shift to Kohaku as the boy runs to his sister's aid. On her brother's life, he will make Sango pay. Lifting the huge tail, he aims for the boy.
"Now… watch him die!" Naraku hisses, before striking out.
"No," Sango murmurs weakly and then her voice gets stronger. "Move, Kohaku… get out of the way!"
Miroku changes course, now heading for Kohaku. Moving as fast as he can, the monk does not think he will make it in time. Even with the boy's dodging movements, he cannot get clear of the thickest part of the tail.
A flash of light and Miroku feels air rush past him. From behind, he hears the beasts blood-curdling scream as he dives on top of Kohaku.
Both brace themselves, expecting to feel the crushing weight of Naraku's tail bear down on them, but nothing happens. Rolling over, they both look back at their nemesis.
Naraku is writhing and twisting in agony, another scream and more fire emanates from his throat. Miroku and Kohaku look on, curious to the source of the demon's pain. They both notice an arrow protruding from a spot close to where the Hiraikotsu struck.
"I suggest you both get up," a familiar monotone has them jumping to their feet.
Kikyou's arrow is entrenched in the other eye at the base of the tail.
Naraku's eyes blaze like the pits of hell as they turn on the priestess. "You…" he hisses venomously.
Whipping his tail violently, it hurtles towards the group below. Luckily, in his pain, he misses. However, the impact causes the ground to tremble.
Miroku, Kikyou and Kohaku fall as the ground rushes up to meet them. The priestess and the boy are thrown back, as raised earth separates them from the monk. Landing on his hands and knees, Miroku looks up. Through the raised dust, his eyes follow the jagged line opening the earth. As the debris starts to clear, he sees Sango's form staggering towards them. Before he calls out, her body disappears into the earth.
"No!"
The monk is instantly on his feet and races to the spot he last saw her. He slides to the opening, lays on the ground and inches along the edge. Calling her name repeatedly, he is relieved to hear her answer.
Miroku looks over the side to see Sango, with one hand, holding on to a branch entrenched in the ground. Her other arm hangs limply at her side and both feet are planted firmly apart, wedged into the soft earth as leverage.
"Sango!" the monk slides closer and pushes the shakujou forward. "Grab on, dearest!" the endearment falls from his lips.
The taijiya attempts to move her limp arm, but after several tires, gives up from pain and exhaustion. The earth under her feet is too soft to lever herself up, it will only crumble from the weight. Finally, looking up at her husband, she whispers, "I can't!"
The monk's head snaps back as if she had slapped him. What was she saying?
Naraku's tail delivers another slam and it rocks the earth again. The jolt almost topples the monk head first into the gaping hole. Righting himself, he reaches for her again, thrusting the shakujou closer. His eyes are dark as night, his expression determined as he speaks sharply.
"Don't you dare give up! Don't you dare give up on me… on us," the last part ends in a muffled plea.
The taijiya's soft brown eyes to stare deeply into the monk's intense blue and she smiles softly. The force of the last collision has caused her to loose her footing. The single root is the only thing left supporting her. Although holding tight, she can already feel it giving way.
"Take care of Kohaku," she says as a single tear spills and rolls down her cheek. "I love you… Miroku."
At that moment, the root breaks and plunges Sango to the depths below. The monk is speechless as her form disappears into the darkness. The numbness recedes and Miroku recalls the ominous presence and feelings of anxiety over the last few days. As reality sinks in, the monk finds his voice.
"It… it was… supposed to be me," he whispers, falling back on his knees. "I was the one… I was suppose…" the monk swallows hard. "Oh… Sango… I… I failed… I…"
Fear, doubt, blame and self-recrimination all assail him at once. The responsibility of what has just occurred bears down on him, crushing him, eating away his spirit, and finally… devouring his soul.
Throwing his head back, an anguished cry rips from his throat and reverberates through the valley. All fighting ceases, as all eyes turn to the source of that heart wrenching sound.
Beneath the tree on the outside of the field, Kirara jerks awake.
Kohaku tears himself from Kikyou's hold and races towards the monk.
A shudder runs through Kouga; that sound is reminiscent to the wolves howl for a fallen comrade or loss of a loved one.
Kagome slumps against Inuyasha and Shippo begins to cry, although he does not yet know why. The hanyou is stone-faced as he embraces the two.
From their viewpoint, they cannot see what has occurred. However, after hearing the raw agony of Miroku cries, no one needs to be told.
"Kouga," Inuyasha's voice is solemn. "Take care of Kagome," he says, passing the miko over to his care.
"But…' Kagome begins.
"Stay here," the hanyou instructs, ignoring the plea in her eyes to come along. Turning away, Inuyasha heads to the field and the monks malady.
Sesshomaru rises slowly from his position overlooking the valley. The taiyoukai experiences a sense of de-ja vu and it does not set well with him. He has seen enough; flexing his claws, he heads to the battle.
Naraku also halted his assault hearing the monk's pain echo through the field. Acting on blind rage, he was not aware the demon slayer had been caught in the crossfire. Now that he knew… he began to laugh. That sinister evil sound they all hated. Looking down, Naraku saw the monk left exposed and vulnerable. Moving with deadly intent, he flexed his claws and hissed…
"One down…"
To be continued…
Authors Notes: Please, please, please… no hate mail!