A/N: Just thought I'd say - the title of the story comes from a japanese childerens song, called Kagome, Kagome. the last chapter's name came from it too. This title is based off the song "Airplanes" by, B.o.B... so as you can see, the chapters are all going to have song names... :P THANK YOU those of you who reviewed!
Disclamer: I do not own Inuyasha - He's still refusing the bribes. * sigh *
Chapter One: I Could Really Use a Wish Right Now
Pt. 1:
It'd been years since I'd last set eyes on my elder sister. Two long years.
Two years to become serious about my training, and to be as rebellious as I could.
Stretching, I watched as the sun sink from the west and smiled to myself.
The end of another day.
My smile faded into a frown. Another day, without a single word about my sister. Another day of hiding out in the woods - away from civilization … or whatever they wanted to call their barbaric existence.
"Kagome-chan!" A voice called out.
A girl clad in black armor was running through the tree's, waving something in the air, as she hauled a large boomerang along on her back.
"What's that?" I asked in interest as she took it from my friend.
"An ofuda!" She replied proudly.
My eyes widened.
I hadn't seen one of those since the time before those with spiritual power had been banished, or ordered to kill. I had been about six when my grandfather had come to visit, and shown me the power of the paper ward.
So long ago - 11 years exactly.
And a lot could change in the amount of time.
"Where did you get this, Sango-chan?" I demanded as I turned it over in my hand.
My friend gave a small cough, and blushed, looking away.
"I-I met a boy in the village." She muttered.
"Did you now?" I questioned raising an eyebrow, and her blush deepened.
"umm… yeah. He was a little boy." She shot me a smug look at this, "And a youkai. He told me that there was an injured houshi nearby and that he needed help."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a minute!" I interjected holding up my hands, "And you believed him?"
She shifted uncomfortably.
"Umm… yeah." She cast me a shy look, before plowing on, "Anyhow, I followed the kid, and he brought me to a river, and laying on the bank, was this houshi… his breathing was really shallow… and the kid said something about swallowing bee's?"
I snorted, and she glared at me for interrupting her story.
"So anyhow, I made him drink some of Kaede's medicine and- you'll never believe this - he sat up, and groped me!"
I stared at her blankly, trying to imagine an elderly bald man groping Sango. The result was rather terrifying, and I gaped at her in shock.
"Then… he gave me the ofuda, and left."
I was less worried about the ofuda now , and more concerned about the groping monk.
"what did he look like?" I inquired.
If I could get a description, I would know who to stay away from…
"He was young - maybe our age. He had these… odd purple eyes, and black hair in a ponytail."
"He had hair?" I repeated, crinkling my nose in confusion.
She shrugged, "Must be how they're getting by."
There was truth in that statement. If the monks had hair - who would suspect that they were monks? No body. Unless they handed out ofuda's… whoever Sango had met, must've been stupid as hell.
"So do you think the ofuda will work?" She asked, and I considered for a moment, before I shrugged.
"We'll have to see, won't we?"
Pt. 2:
He grimaced as he looked at the creature by his feet.
"Get the fuck away from me, toad." He snapped.
"I'm not a toad!" His brother's servant replied angrily, stomping off, with his large staff thumping behind him.
Mission Accomplished.
Glancing around to make sure no one else was coming, he hurried towards an nearby window when -
"Where are you going… little brother." a toneless, and lifeless voice came from behind him.
"Damn it asshole! Leave me alone!" He responded with a growl.
His stupid, half brother - just because he was a full blooded youkai didn't mean anything. Ok, well maybe not anything. Maybe a lot. But still! He didn't like the idea of being lower class then him.
"This Sesshomaru wants to know where you are going." His brother replied, calmly.
"No where! So fuck off!"
"No need to be rude, little brother."
Glaring back over his shoulder in the general direction of his older brother, he snarled, "Fuck you.", then rushed off into the cold wind.
He enjoyed his freedom. The feeling that he was invincible. That he could do anything.
So what if he was one of the most powerful and rich figures in the area? Who gave a shit about that sort of stuff? He didn't. All he cared about was having a good time, and doing what he wanted to do.
He wanted nothing to do with politics. Unlike his brother. But that was Sesshomaru's own fault for being so uptight about things.
He came to a stop at the base of a tree, and sat down among the roots, breathing in the fresh breeze he couldn't get back at home or in the villages. It cleared his thoughts, and soothed his heart, oddly enough.
"Brother."
He let out a growl, as his older siblings voice came from nearby.
"Why the fuck are you following me, Sesshomaru?" He hissed, through clenched teeth.
"You're not the only one who needs to get away from everything." was the emotionless reply.
He felt a small breeze - no doubt his brother taking off to do what he pleased.
That was fine with him though.
He - Inuyasha, didn't need anybody.
He was better off alone in the world.
Pt.3
She glanced up at the darkening sky, with a sky, as she sat down on the river bank, and sunk her feet into the icy depths of the water - flinching as it met her skin.
There was a rustle of movement behind her, and she turned her head, ever so slightly to see the youkai emerge from the shadows.
She wasn't scared. She had never been scared of him. In fact, for some reason she couldn't explain, she had actually felt drawn to him, as if his cold golden eyes were calling to her.
But of course she couldn't tell him that. He was too proud. He would be offended… and then there was the fact that she couldn't speak.
She's been mute for a while now - ever since her family's deaths three years ago.
She longed to speak - tried to speak… but it was as if that terrifying tragedy had scarred her for life. She didn't like being known as the mute girl - all the inhabitants of the village that had taken in, kept away from her. While all the other sixteen year old girls were getting married and starting families, she was alone in the world.
Until she found him.
It had been four weeks ago now - she had been out searching for something edible out in the woods, when she had stumbled across him in the grass, his long silver hair like moonlight, sprawled about him, and his eyes closed, blocking out all. She had stared only a moment at him in wonder, when she took in his wounds - a small cut on his cheek, a few bruises on his arms - and a large bloody gash on his shoulder.
She had taken care of him - or tried to at least… but she knew nothing of demons, and figured he probably would have healed faster without her help. For all she knew - he didn't appreciate it.
But then one day - after he had disappeared to who knows where, once he was healed - he showed up again when she had been fishing in the river, and now since then, he would come to watch her from time to time.
He blinked at her now, and she allowed him a quick, smile, before leaning over and splashing the cool water on her face.
The village men, had beat her again - for no reason , of course. They had just found her walking home alone, and had taken advantage of the situation.
Sighing, she rubbed some of the dirt off her arms, and ran a finger over a bruise or two on her wrist.
He watched her in silence before nodding his head slowly, turning, and walking away.
She watched until the bright, lightness of his figure disappeared into the murky night, leaving her alone, wishing she could speak, that she could leave… that life was better.
Pt. 4:
He hurried past the guards, with a quick nod of his head.
He was lucky that his godfather had told him to keep his hair long - it was easier to get by unnoticed. Un-thought of … even if he was wearing the traditional clothing of a monk… but as if a stupid, useless guard would know anything.
Especially now that he had put a sealing charm on him.
He chuckled to himself, as he walked down the empty streets until he came upon the old decrepit shrine - which had once been a sacred place. Now it was… well, ruins. History.
"this will do I suppose." He murmured to himself, as he mounted the steps, and walked inside the gloomy building.
He was met with a dirty, burnt out looking room, where creatures made their homes in the rafters or nooks and crannies.
He noted his interesting find of rat youkai, then sat down, his back against the decaying wall, as he waited in silence… for nothing.
He felt like he was waiting - but that was not his intention.
With a sigh, he recalled his day's work - flirted with as many girls as possible? Check. Immobilized as many guards as possible? Check. Took down some of Naraku's bee minions? Check. Felt delirious as always afterwards? Check. Was saved by an exceptionally beautiful maiden? Check.
He smirked as he thought of the tall girl in tight fitting black armor, and the long brown hair, that was pulled up behind her, and swung as she walked. Her cherry blossom lips, her eyes - holding both innocence and darkness in their depths. She had been beautiful - a pleasing body, and a melodious voice to boot.
She was the kind of woman he wanted to bear his child - someone strong and sufficient, who could get a job done.
If only, the poor soul would've listened to him! If only she hadn't smacked his so tender face!
He'd have to talk to Shippo about finding the girl again - perhaps they could actually get somewhere.
Smiling darkly to himself, he crossed his arms over his chest.
If only his life was carefree, and thoughtless. If only he wasn't cursed.
Why couldn't things ever turn out for the better?
Pt. 5:
She looked up at the moon in silence, a thoughtful look stretched across her face, as she felt the familiar rush of adrenaline. Tonight, she was going to make her move. She would take down the guards in front of the 'Cages' and revolt.
Anytime now…
She glanced behind her, at the pale wolves, their eyes burning in the darkness. Her pack was ready. She was ready - who cared if her grandfather had forbade it? Who cared if there were bake-ookami down there as well?
She didn't.
She wanted a life where freedom existed - not war. Where she could run freely in the woods, without coming across guards or bounty hunters.
She wanted the old times to come back. And if no one else was going to do it - she would.
She signaled to her pack, that it was time, and together, they raced stealthily down the length of the hill, eyes focused on the first line of guards they would encounter.
She knew how to take them down - she's been doing operations like this ever since she was young - but never on this large of a scale.
Crouching down, she launched herself off the ground, and swung a kick at the nearest moron, rendering him unconscious, as his head hit the stone floor.
One down.
She dodged in between attacks, as she made her way in to the heart of the dark and dreary place that many called home - unlatching hooks, kicking open doors, and the like as she passed the many cages.
They deserved to be free.
There was only one problem - some of them couldn't be free.
A woman with crimson eyes, sank to the ground and winced, as her hand flew to where her heart was.
She was no doubt a rebellious incarnation of Naraku's - those were becoming more and more frequent these days.
Sighing, she crouched down next to the woman.
"You won't get punished if you don't do anything - right?"
The woman looked at her, untrustingly for a moment, than nodded.
"Then I suppose, we'll carry you out."
One of her blood soaked furred companions came to her side, and the woman was placed on the large wolf's back, as if took off into the darkness.
No one was left in this section - time to move on to the next.
She had been about to test kicking down one of the walls, when someone tugged at one of her bright red pigtails, and drew her close, putting an arm around her, dangerously close to her neck.
"Well, well what do we have here?" A silky voice asked her, and she gulped and closed her eyes as she felt the unwanted tears welling up. She chanced whispering his name - and as she did so, she put as much venom into the word as she could.
He had betrayed her trust.
"Koga…"
Pt. 6
She slipped through the dense undergrowth with the other escape's .
She felt rejuvenated, but weak as she clambered through the darkness, the outside, the world. She felt as if she'd literately been brought back to life… which, actually, she had.
It'd been a month now, since that incident. A month now since she'd been brought back to the world of the living. A place she'd never wanted to return to. A cruel place - darker and more evil than hell.
She'd wanted to die, when she had. She'd accepted my death. She wanted nothing more than to be free of this world.
Yet, here she was, back here again, because of a meddling witch.
What the witch wanted of her, she was unsure of.
A warrior maiden? Hardly. A Miko? Perhaps. Or perhaps a combination of the two.
Perchance she wanted a likeness of Midoriko - a legendary miko warrior who was battling in the north.
But never the less, she brought her back from her peaceful state, and back to hell. To hatred… and hatred was something she'd been feeling a lot this month.
Hatred for her captors, hatred for her fellow inmates, hatred towards Urasuae the idiot witch, hatred towards even her own sister.
And then… there was the hatred for the hanyou…
A/n: So what did you think? If you have any questions about the japanese words, feel free to ask me. :)
I know it's kinda confusing - but I wrote it so it would be that that way.
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