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Dissident Hope	By : inufan625 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 7760 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Come on, Shiori,” InuYasha said. “It’s been more than four months. The baby was due more than two weeks ago and I’m losing my fucking mind. You’ve got to have seen something.”
“I told you already the only thing I can see is that the answer is in the scrolls she found,” she told him wishing desperately that she could help him.
“The damn box is almost empty and there is nothing there,” he growled. “Can you at least tell me that she’s still alive?”
He sat down with his head in his hands and she went to him wrapping her arms around him. “She’s alive Inu-onii-chan, that much I do know.”
He stood up suddenly. “Then I’d better get back to the shrine. I’m sorry…”
Shiori shook her head. “I understand. Go and believe that you’ll find her.”
He growled but headed back the shrine. He called the monk on the way and all but demanded that he get his ass over there so that they could finish the handful of scrolls that remained. Nothing else was more important and if they didn’t find the answer soon then all his work to keep her position safe would have been for nothing anyway.
One by one they went through the remaining scrolls until the chest was empty and they hadn’t found anything. Miroku stepped back as he watched the hanyou struggle to control his youkai. InuYasha picked up the chest and threw it across the room with a roar. Shiori had never been wrong before. They had to have missed something.
The chest left a hole in the wall and broke apart as it hit the floor. InuYasha was too busy destroying the table it had been sitting on to notice the single scroll that had spilled out across the floor. Miroku went over to the debris and picked up the rolled paper. He blew it off gently and went to the light table and rolled it out. He only had to read the first few lines to know that this scroll was something important.
“InuYasha, if you want to save her then get control of yourself and come look at this,” Miroku said following his words with a small push of his power.
InuYasha snarled as he got a jolt of the monk’s power but it got his attention. He stomped over and started to read the scroll.
I know that it is not likely that anyone will ever read these words, but there is nothing else I can do to repair what has been broken, and someone must know the truth. I was but a child when it all began and my words fell on deaf ears, and by the time I was old enough to be taken seriously it was too late. I only pray that whoever finds this will have the wisdom to see the truth in my story. I am Kaede daughter of Kikyou and on my honor as a miko everything I am about to write is true.
My mother was the most powerful miko of her time, and burdened by her duty as such and by her duty as the guardian of the Shikon no Tama. I cannot fault her for her unhappiness. She was given so much responsibility and the power to aid others but not enough to protect herself. I always knew the origins of my birth and admired mother all the more for choosing to give me life in spite of having the knowledge to rid herself of her shame.
She was nothing if not dutiful, but beneath the mask of her duty was the heart of a woman, a lonely woman who craved a normal life. She found hope for the life she craved in a hanyou named InuYasha.
He had sought out the jewel like so many others before him, but because of his human half my mother could not bring herself to kill him. Much of how they came to care for one another I was not privy to, but I know this one truth, somehow over many moons my mother came to love InuYasha and him her. I would see the way her eyes would light up when he would come as we gathered herbs in the forest and knew even then that it was the light of hope, the light of love that filled her.
I remember well the day mother told me that InuYasha had agreed to become human so that she might be free of her duty and that we might all become a family. There was a joy in her that I had never before seen. But sadly fate had other plans, fate and a bandit named Onigumo.
My mother found him barely alive and brought him to a cave to care for him in spite of the fact that he was an evil man she felt it was her duty. She brought me with her once and it was almost more than I could bear. I never returned to that cave no matter how severely I was punished and eventually mother gave up. Onigumo was pure evil and he became obsessed with my mother. I begged her to tell InuYasha about him, take him with her when she went to tend him, but she would not. I think perhaps she feared that he would put the monster in that cave out of his misery and that she would not be able to forgive him the blood on his hands.
What I tell you next is the combination of the last words whispered to me by my mother as she died as well as what I witnessed.
On the day my mother and InuYasha were to meet Onigumo gave himself over to a horde of youkai to become an abomination not youkai or human, but I fear it does a disservice to call him hanyou though it fits what he became best.
It was not InuYasha that met my mother that morning but Onigumo who now called himself Naraku. He took on the guise of my mother’s beloved hanyou and mortally wounded her. His desire was to taint the jewel by tainting their love for one another with betrayal. He returned the jewel to the shrine and my mother thinking herself betrayed went to hunt down InuYasha.
InuYasha unaware of all that had transpired thought himself to be the one betrayed and went to steal the jewel. He was fleeing the village when my mother caught up with him and she pinned him to the Goshinboku with an arrow through his heart, dooming him to a state of living death, his soul trapped never to be reborn.
But the jewel revealed to my mother Naraku’s deception and in her final moments she broke the spell on her arrow and set the soul of her beloved free so that they might be reborn and given another chance to find one another. The jewel was burned with my mother’s body so that she might take it with her into the afterlife where it could do no more harm.
So you see it was neither the miko nor the hanyou that started this terrible war, but the evil of a mortal man and I fear what is to become of us all.
“Fuck me,” InuYasha said. “It wasn’t you or us and we’ve been killing each other for over 500 years for no damn reason at all.”
“So it would seem,” Miroku said quietly.
“I have to take this. I have to take it to Shiori,” InuYasha said. “Maybe she can get something from it.”
“We have to catalogue it first,” Miroku said and InuYasha growled. “Listen I know you want to find her, I do as well, but we must record this so that it cannot be called into question. While I do that you should call your brother and inform him of what we have discovered and then I will go with you to Shiori.”
“Fine, but be quick, bouzo,” InuYasha replied.
~ * ~

Kagome bit her lip to keep from making a sound. She knew her body well enough to know that these were not the same Braxton Hicks contractions she had been having sporadically for the last several weeks. She couldn’t let them know she was having the baby. She closed her eyes and tried to regulate her breathing. She was a trained miko who had been taught to endure pain so that she might spare others during healing, but this was on an entirely different level. At least they were still more than twenty minutes apart. She still had time for what she didn’t know but she wasn’t going to give up.
She went to the window and looked out, leaning against the frame for support. She looked out into the street that could have been almost anywhere in the city and tears sprang into her eyes. How was he supposed to find her? What were the chances he would show up miraculously in the next couple of hours when he had months to find her? She slipped to her knees as they gave out and sobbed quietly.
Her baby, her beautiful baby was going to taken from her and then most likely she would be dead. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She quickly shoved her fist in her mouth and bit down hard to keep from screaming as the pain in her heart joined a particularly vicious contraction. She tasted blood, but couldn’t seem to get her body to let go of either the tightening of her abdomen or her jaw.
What was she doing? Was she really giving up even after promising herself that she never would? Slowly the pain eased and she winced as she looked at the small wounds left on her hand by her own teeth. She wrapped her other arm around her belly and pushed herself to her feet. No, she couldn’t lay down and die. If he was going to take her baby then he was going to pay in blood if it was the last thing she managed to do and she wasn’t going to die easy either.
She looked around the room for something, anything that might be able to help her escape or that she could use as a weapon. Her eyes settled on the radio with it’s silver antenna and she went over to the small table. She snapped off the thin piece of metal and clutched it tightly in her hand. She touched the broken end with her finger and hissed as it jagged metal broke the skin. It wasn’t much but it was something. She collapsed it to make it stronger in the hopes that if she could hit the right spot he might lose enough blood fast enough or that she might cause enough pain to make a break for it.
Her hands slapped flat against the table, the thin rod falling to the floor as she used it to steady herself. Tears fell onto the wood as she forced herself to breath through the pain until it ended. She bent down and picked up her only weapon and returned to the futon to wait, all the while praying what she knew was an impossible prayer for him to come and save her.
~ * ~

Shiori opened her apartment door to find Inu-onii-chan and the monk standing there. If she thought she’d seen him look desperate before now it had been nothing compared to his current state. His youki was for lack of a better word ragged. He shoved the ancient rolled parchment into her hand and soon as she touched it, the world fell out from under her feet.
Her skin crawled and her soul cried out against the torrent of horror that she found herself caught in. Her stomach churned like the darkness that surrounded her and she knew instantly that this is what pure evil felt like. He was Onigumo and he was Naraku and he had existed for centuries, watching, waiting, biding his time.
He would see them all destroyed and the world fall into ruin. She saw the great miko felt her fear and her courage and the pain in her body and in her heart and wept for it. If he could not possess her then he would kill her and hers was not a spirit that could forced into submission. She would never given one such a him what she had given InuYasha freely and with joy and she would die because of it.
She felt the bile rising up into her throat. What he would do to her the way he would leave her, make sure that it was Inu-Onii-chan who found her would destroy him. He would be lost to the youkai and then his brother would have no choice but to put him down like the rabid dog he would become, and that was only if he could succeed. It was too much, too much death, too much pain, too much darkness. She couldn’t let them head down that path.
She reached further into the vision, her body shaking. Where was she? The youkai in her rose up. There! She could finally let go.
InuYasha went to Shiori as she fell to her knees and vomited. “Shit, you okay? Damn it.”
Shiori closed her eyes and willed away the nausea. “I saw it, saw her. It’s him Naraku. He’s the one who took her.”
InuYasha looked to Miroku and then helped Shiori up onto the sofa. He went and got her a bottle of water and brought it over to her. He was dying to ask her for more details, and if she knew where to find Kagome, but he had to make sure she was going to be okay first.
Shiori drank the water gratefully. “He’s been waiting for her for nearly 600 years. He was going to kill her, cut it out of her, but when he realized that she was carrying a child of InuYasha’s bloodline he kept her alive. He wants the jewel and the baby to raise him in darkness.
She grabbed his hands. “You have to hurry Inu-onii-chan, the baby, she’s been trying so hard to stay quiet so they won’t know.”
“Do you know where she is then?” he asked.
“I can lead you to her,” Shiori replied coming to her feet.
“I can’t let you do that,” InuYasha told her. “Just tell me where to find her.”
Shiori shook her head. “I have to go with you. I don’t know why, just that I need to be there, and we need to go now. We don’t have time to argue, and you’d both better call in reinforcements once we get close because he has her well guarded.”
InuYasha growled. “Fine, but you follow my lead and do what I tell you to. Do you hear me?”
Shiori nodded. The raced down stairs and Shiori unlocked her bicycle. “Houshi-sama you’ll need this too keep up. Inu-onii-chan and I are going to run.”
“Run?” InuYasha asked.
“I don’t know where she is,” Shiori told him. “But the youkai can feel it. I need to give into the instincts, let myself feel the wind, let it call to me and lead me to her.”
“Then we run,” InuYasha said.
Miroku struggled to keep up as he pedaled along behind the two hanyou, ignoring all traffic laws as well as anyone forced to dive out of their way. He couldn’t say he blamed them especially if time was of the essence. This world needed their Great Miko almost as much as InuYasha did. He’d never expected to come to a place where he could truly accept Kagome and the hanyou she had chosen to give her heart, but there could be no denying the great love they shared.
He was breathless when the two stopped and he pulled up behind them. He could feel the presence of many low level youkai beneath his feet and his eyes widened. There were more too in a building across the street.
“She’s in there,” Shiori said. “I’m certain of it. Somewhere up high. When she looks out the window she sees the building behind us.”
InuYasha’s lip curled upwards in a snarl. He pulled out his cell phone and texted the address to his brother not wanting to hear how he should wait for back up because that wasn’t happening. Beside him he could hear the monk doing the same thing.
“Monk, you’re with me,” InuYasha said. “Shiori you find her for me and get her out of there. I’m counting on you, imouto. Now, are we ready?”
Miroku sent a burst of power into his shakujo. “Today this Naraku will learn to regret both his past actions and his more recent ones.”
InuYasha roared as he raked his claws through the air and the door the building exploded inwards. Miroku followed close behind with Shiori bringing up the rear. The street behind them erupted into chaos as lesser youkai burst through the concrete and swarmed the streets but they ignored it. InuYasha didn’t even slow as he shoved his fist into the chest of the first youkai stupid enough to come at them.
Miroku threw out a handful of ofuda at the insect youkai blocking the stairs and then swung his staff only to have more appear and take their place. “InuYasha! Clear her a path to the stairs!”
It was quite a sight to behold as InuYasha shredded everything in his path. He dispatched the insects with ruthless efficiency until at last no other arrived. He was panting and Miroku could feel just how close to the surface the youkai in him really was and the pressure of his youki was stifling. InuYasha was only a hanyou but the blood of his youkai father had breed more true than Miroku would have believed possible.
Shiori ran over to him. She touched his arm lightly. “Keep it under control nii-chan. She’s going to need you, the real you.”
“I’m good,” InuYasha said his voice rougher than normal.
Shiroi hesitated only for a second more and then leapt up the stairs nearly a whole flight at a time. He spared a moment to offer up a prayer that when he saw her next it would be with Kagome at her side before rejoining InuYasha in taking out as many youkai as they could while they waited.
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