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A/N: Sorry for taking so long to
update. First it was because I just do not like how the chapter turned out
(still not thrilled) and then college got nuts.
So it’s been a while and I’m sorry to say but this chapter is lime and lemon
free. It’s leading up to the big ‘The-First-Time’ scene and so I wanted to set
the mood.
*WARNING* gore, blood and character
death ahead! I just personally think that this is the way it’s gonna go. Enjoy! Review please!!
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Chapter Five: Opportunities
Better Foregone: (part one)
****2 years earlier******
A horrible scream wrenched from Miroku’s throat. It rang through the tiny village and the
surrounding forest eerily; a screech more suited for a slowly slaughtered
animal then the usually poised monk. There was silence for a moment and then
the screams of agony started again.
Kagome gagged and hid her face in
Inuyasha’s kimono. Above her, Inuyasha’s face was pale and green.
“When are they going to be done?”
Kagome whispered desperately.
Inuyasha shrugged uncomfortably. “I
have no idea,” he answered truthfully. “We’re just gonna
have to wait it out.”
As another shriek rent the air,
Kagome whimpered. “It’s not right, it wasn’t supposed
to be like this…”
“No shit,” Inuyasha snorted
derisively, anxiety making his voice curt.
“Should we go after Shippou?”
Kagome asked hesitantly after another moment had passed.
“He’s just using his instincts.
Tiny youkai run when frightened. If we try to catch
him now, he’ll freak out and throw fox fire or a toy snake on top of us,” Inuyasha
replied brusquely.
”We should go comfort him,” Kagome
insisted.
Inuyasha shook his head firmly.
“The kit’s just scared from all that screaming and is doing what comes
naturally to him- he’s hiding now from the scary thing.”
Noticing Kagome biting her lips
again, he rolled his eyes. “He’ll be fine,” Inuyasha assured her for the last
time.
Kagome sighed but nodded. Trusting
him to know best, she concentrated on not crying as Miroku’s
hand was cauterized.
Sango rushed out of
the hut where Kaede was working and began to vomit,
retching from the smell of burning flesh and the intensity of Miroku’s screams.
Inuyasha held Kagome back from
going to her friend. “She doesn’t want you to go,” he reminded her softly.
Kagome nodded miserably. After the
second time Sango had run out to purge her system,
Kagome had run over to comfort only to be rebuffed. The taija
had firmly told Kagome to stay away from the hut, the monk inside and Sango herself.
“I don’t want your help. I have to
handle this on my own,” the magenta eyed demon slayer had said quietly. “If I’m
not strong enough for this, can I be as strong as I need to be later?”
There was nothing to say to that
and Kagome had slunk back into Inuyasha’s arms, wincing in sympathy for her
friend and anxiously waiting for the end to come.
“I should have seen it coming,”
Inuyasha whispered into her hair, jolting Kagome out of her morose thoughts.
“We all should have seen it
coming,” Kagome amended. “We knew what a creep Naraku
was and how sneaky the guy could be.” Sighing again, she smoothed her cheek on
a rough fire rat wool clad shoulder. “We were being deliberately stupid, not
wanting to admit that there could be a catch.”
Inuyasha nodded and patted Kagome awkwardly on the back.
Miroku screamed again.
************Several Hours
Earlier**********
It was one of hundreds of similar
meadows. There were flowers, mud, trees, streams and bugs, all existing in one
small area and no more beautiful then any other clearing in Japan.
Lovely and quiet, it was more the place for a lover’s tryst then a grisly
battle.
Thousands of corpses littered the
ground, demons of all shapes and sizes destroyed and broken apart. In a circle
the remaining combatants watched in horror as one of their own betrayed them to
the horrific monster in the center.
“Kikyo
don’t!” Inuyasha yelled desperately.
Not sparing her former love a
glance of even pity, Kikyo tossed the completed Shikon no Tama into Naraku’s
eager hands.
Gasping for breath, Kagome shot Kikyo a disbelieving look, the stoic priestess having eyes
only for the gloating devil in ape skin. Naraku
raised his hand and caressed Kikyo’s cheek with
gentle fingers.
She, she
gave Naraku the completed jewel! Kagome thought
in horror, her stomach roiling. This
whole time, after all of our hard work, she was in league with Naraku!
Inuyasha was motionless, held
frozen in place by both Kikyo’s incantation and
actions. “Kikyo, what have you done?” the hanyou asked in a whisper.
“I did exactly what needed to be
done,” the resurrected priestess answered calmly.
Naraku
was arching his back as if he was experiencing a great pleasure as the Shikon No Tama slowly turned a disgusting black in response
to his overwhelming aura of cruelty, malice and spite. A low whine escaped his
throat and the great youkai rubbed his hands over his
chest as the jewel slowly sank into his body. An unnatural wind started to blow
in the clearing.
“Kikyo why would you do that?” Kagome shouted
angrily. “He has it and now we have no way to stop him!” How could you hurt Inuyasha like that?
“Keep quiet and do not presume to
understand my actions,” Kikyo said a slight fury in
her voice.
Miroku glared but could not
struggle up; the seimyoushu’s poison was potent and
he had taken in much of it through his kazzana. Sango refused to leave him, protective as only a woman in
love could be. Clutching Miroku’s good hand, Sango whispered prayers and desperately searched for her
brother among the minions in Naraku’s army.
Hiding high above them in a tree,
Shippou was weeping silently as Naraku’s violent aura
expanded and grew stronger.
The wind was picking up and whipped
around the small group. Surrounded by the dead, facing Naraku
as all his ambitions were fulfilled, the small groups of friends felt hope die.
The wind was screaming now and
centered on the evil hanyou, pushing at his clothes
and hair. Naraku opened his eyes and grinned
maliciously at the frightened people surrounding him.
“When this is finished, when I have
transcended, I will enjoy consuming your flesh,” Naraku
hissed gleefully. “You should run now.”
“We’ll beat you whether or not you
have the Shikon no Tama!” Inuyasha shouted,
belligerent as usual.
“Silence Inuyasha, you stupid
fool!” snapped Kikyo, turning dead eyes onto her old
love.
Her fright shattered by Kikyo’s harsh words, Kagome ran over to Inuyasha, falling
to his side.
Slowly Naraku’s
eyes bled red and his nails elongated into claws. Growing
taller and bulkier, the half demon slowly transformed into a full youkai of awesome power and danger.
Looking at Inuyasha’s beloved face,
Kagome smiled gently. “If we’re going to die, I want to die near you,” she
confessed quietly.
Inuyasha smiled grudgingly and
shook his head slowly. “You have the weirdest person I know,” he mocked but
placed his arm around Kagome’s shoulders. As he laid
his head on top of hers Kagome knew that her sentiment was reciprocated and she
smiled, moving her hand into his.
If
we die, I’ve had this, she thought at an odd sort of peace with herself. It’s not enough but I’ll take it. I’ll take
whatever I can get.
“Kagome…?” Inuyasha said, breaking
into her reverie. Looking up at him, Kagome turned to look at what had so
obviously captivated the hanyou’s attention.
At first she was unsure about what
she was seeing.
Perhaps it was the sun setting or
the angle Naraku’s body had taken but Kagome could
swear that something was…off. A light
began to grow underneath Naraku’s skin and pulsated
erratically. His aura was straining and changed into a myriad of wrong colors.
Nearby, Kikyo
smiled maliciously.
“Inuyasha?”
Kagome asked quietly, desperately. The white haired hanyou
nodded slowly and with growing hope. Sango and Miroku
watched from the sidelines, captivated and alarmed.
Obscenities streaming from his
mouth, Naraku in vain tried to control himself,
unsure about what was happening but knowing that is was certainly not what he
had wanted.
“Vile dead bitch! What did you
do??” he snarled impotently at Kikyo, unable to
shatter the barrier she had erected around herself.
“Exactly what you deserved,” the
reconstructed priestess answered, vindication in her voice.
Naraku
growled and clutched at himself as his skin swelled and turned
transparent. The soft tissue that had
contained the vindictive demons that Naraku had used
to create himself expanded painfully. The youkai he
had punished into compliance moved restfully and hungrily underneath the
membrane of his body. As the completed Shikon No Tama
was absorbed into Naraku’s flesh, the cruel black
eyes of the most dangerous youkai in existence
widened in fear.
A wordless scream of pure rage
escaped Naraku as a demon exploded from his body
clawing its way to freedom. It was the beginning of a flood.
Beating at himself with his own
tentacles, Naraku tried to stem the flow, to stop the
carnage and the self-mutilation. The hundreds of demons he had tricked so long
ago into joining into him were taking their revenge. Coming out of every
opening in his body, Naraku was being consumed by the
bits of himself. Out of his nose, penis, wounds, ears, eyes, ass hole, mouth,
ears the minor demons came. They ripped into him, dying as they did and
uncaring, wanting only vengeance for years of pain and subjugation.
A snake demon took his left arm, a
mass of eyes bit off the stalks of tentacles, and a centipede demon ate from Naraku’s stomach. Combining themselves
with the power of the Shikon no Tama, the thousands
of demons overpowered Naraku.
As each left, Naraku
diminished a little in power. As the demons escaped, he became more Onigumo and less Naraku. With
blood and gore seeping from his broken frame, Naraku
slowly and excruciatingly began to die.
“Why? How?” wheezed Naraku as what was left of
him fell to the ground.
Kikyo
walked over to what soon would be Naraku’s corpse and
kicked the helpless demon turning into a dying human. “I am how.”
Naraku
writhed on the grass, gasping as he grew shorter and his eyes faded from
furious black to mere dark brown. His hair became duller and his skin coarser
as his humanity returned. Once again Onigumo, the man
who had exchanged his humanity for the chance to be loved, looked up at the
woman he had sacrificed his soul for. What he saw above him was perhaps more
painful then all the wounds he had ever taken.
I
remember, he thought dully, how she
looked that first time I saw her. I was in so much pain and yet my heart
stopped from how beautiful she was. She was reserved but her hands were so
gentle. I had never felt such gentleness and have never felt such kindness
since. Onigumo held Kikyo’s
eyes and felt human pain at how her resurrection had altered her.
Yet the thought crossed his
increasingly groggy mind that perhaps she hadn’t changed at all…perhaps she had
always been this way and he had just not seen it.
Kikyo was
toying with a piece of his hair and it hurt Onigumo
in a helpless and wholly emotional fashion that gesture should have been loving and wasn’t. It should have been
loving but the emotion simply was not there. She never loved me… It shouldn’t have hurt but it did. After all this time, it still hurts…
“You were not worth damning my
soul,” he whispered softly. “I sold myself to demons and you were an unworthy
prize.” Does she know how much I still love her?
He thought absently, with calm only the soon dead feel.
Kikyo
smirked down at him. “You are wrong Onigumo. I was worth
it. Your soul was simply not enough to be a proper exchange for my love.”
Onigumo
panted for breath and knew his death was only moments away. It was a comfort.
There was a small smile on Kikyo’s face and it was a cruel smile, full of rage and
bitterness. “You underestimate me,” Kikyo said softly
and viciously. “You did the entire time since I was resurrected and you do so
now. You seem to imagine that you deserve a lingering death, time to repent to
the gods.” Raising an arm, she plunged her hand into Onigumo’s
stomach. “You have ruthlessly killed many. Know their pain.”
Onigumo screamed
a high pitched whine of pain that slowly dwindled away. Kikyo
pulled her hand from Naraku’s stomach with a wet
sound and in her bloody hand, she held the Shikon no
Tama. Ignoring the twitching corpse next to her, she stared at the thing that
had ruined her life. She watched as the jewel lightened to a red but could not
purify any further. I’m not enough, Kikyo thought dispassionately. After all the suffering I have been through, at the end, I am not pure
enough for the Jewel. I wonder if this is what irony tastes like?
“Not possible,” whispered Inuyasha
in shock as Onigumo’s corpse settled onto the ground
with a last groan. “No…”
“He’s dead,” Sango
whispered, stunned and dazed. “Naraku’s actually
dead.”
She
killed him. Kikyo killed Naraku,
Kagome thought in confusion. But he was human then. He reverted to Onigumo at the end. How
could she kill any human so cavalierly?
Ignored by everyone, Miroku tried
to pull his courage together enough to pull off the hated glove on his right
hand.
Inuyasha and the others stared in a
stupor as Kikyo cleaned the jewel of Onigumo’s insides and threw it onto the ground next to
Kagome. “Cleanse it,” the dead priestess commanded.
Numbly, Kagome took a hold of the
jewel. As her hand closed around it, the pulsating aura of evil that had
consumed the jewel died away leaving only the pale pink of the healthy jewel
behind.
With a nod, Kikyo
stalked away, her business concluded. No one saw the look of pain in her eyes.
“Kikyo,
where are you going?” Inuyasha shouted, feeling at a loss with everything. What the hell is going on?!? he wondered wildly. Everything was happening so quickly, his
head was spinning. The agonizing decision of whether or not to go with Kikyo to hell had been ripping Inuyasha apart inside,
occupying his thoughts and ruining his nights. Now, when the dreaded moment was
at hand, Kikyo was leaving! Just as she should have
been grabbing him and pulling him into hell with her, she was leaving without a
backward glance! Inuyasha growled and clenched his fists. What the fuck is going on?!
“Where are you going?? God damn it,
answer me!” he called out again, wanting to pull out his hair or hers.
“Away,” Kikyo
answered blandly. Tilting her head toward him, she walked back to Inuyasha, the
epitome of grace and elegance. “Are you waiting for me to cruelly tear you from
this plane of existence?” she asked quietly.
Inuyasha dumbly nodded, words not
coming from his throat as Kikyo smiled mockingly.
“After seeing you deal with this Naraku crisis, I
have decided that you don’t even deserve to go to hell with me,” Kikyo said in the cruelest of gentle tones.
Inuyasha jerked
as if slapped. His heart was constricting and his breath wasn’t coming. No
wound had ever hurt quite this bad…
Kagome let out a
barely audible gasp, a hand fisted over her heart.
“I have decided
to not go to hell,” Kikyo said calmly. “Being alive
is a drug I refuse to give up. Besides,” Kikyo
shrugged. “Spending all of eternal damnation with you would be tedious,” she
said honestly.
Inuyasha wanted
to gag and his eyes were wide and disbelieving.
“You exist on
the souls of dead women!” Kagome shouted furiously. “You don’t have a choice
about whether or not you want to stay alive!”
Kikyo laughed out loud. It was a jarring sound, causing
everyone alive to jump. “Who will stop me? You?” she said, pointing to Kagome.
“You are not nearly my equal in training. The half breed who is so attached to
my memory he was looking forward to dying with me? He will harm me now?
Unlikely,” Kikyo scoffed.
Inuyasha felt
his face pale and flush at once. She
called me a half breed…Kikyo called me a half breed…
“Shut up!” Kagome yelled, hands clenched. Glancing at Inuyasha, she
wanted to rip Kikyo open for putting that shell
shocked and hurt expression in his eyes.
“The slayer is
of no consequence to someone of my power. The only one who could affect me is
the monk,” Kikyo mused out loud. “But he too is of no
matter. He is going to have his hands full soon. Or should I say hand?”
“What?” Kagome
asked confused. Inuyasha remained focused on Kikyo’s
placid expression, unable or unwilling to understand.
“Help! Someone help
him!!”
Inuyasha and
Kagome whirled around, shaken by the desperation in Sango’s
voice.
“Sango, what’s the matter?” Kagome called out as she ran to
her friend’s side, Shippou joining her. As she reached the slayer and the monk,
she looked down and the first bout of nausea rose up her throat.
Miroku’s hand was dissolving.
Like wax melting
from a candle, in trickles and chunks his flesh was dripping onto the grass.
The very bones, veins, ligaments and tendons were transformed into almost
liquid solids and they slid off his right wrist with a sickening, slithering
sound.
Shippou gasped
in horror and took off at his fastest run, yelling for Kaede.
“We were just
sitting here, not doing anything and then he just gasped and grabbed his right
hand and it just started dissolving and I don’t know what to do, I don’t know I
don’t know I don’t know!!” Sango sobbed, clutching Miroku’s robes as he screamed from the pain and his body
convulsed.
A chunk of Miroku’s right hand fell to the ground and Kagome backed
away, her body shaking in reaction. Finally, her mouth let out what her mind
was shouting. “INUYASHA!!!” Kagome shrieked, falling onto the
ground and scurrying backward desperately. I
don’t know how to handle this, I can’t do this! Kagome looked frantically
at the hanyou who was frozen at the sight of the true
consequence of breaking Naraku’s curse. “Inuyasha, do
something!!” Kagome pleaded, unable to go closer.
Miroku’s screams were getting louder and louder and Sango was truly breaking down, adding her cries to the
general cacophony. Inuyasha looked from frantic face to frantic face, unsure of
what anyone was expecting him to do but wanting so hard to do what their eyes
were asking him to do. I don’t deal with
stuff like this! This isn’t what I do! This is for people like Kaede, Kagome or…
Inuyasha whirled
around, aware as he had never been that Kikyo was
close by.
“Kikyo! Come help him!” Inuyasha
shouted across the field, sure that Kikyo would come
at once. Once a healer,
always a healer.
It was another
shock to his system as Kikyo smirked and waved a
graceful hand in goodbye.
She’s leaving…! He realized in shock.
Behind him Miroku was clutching the remains of his right hand as his blood
poured from the unnatural wound, whimpering and shivering.
Snarling,
Inuyasha leapt and blocked Kikyo’s way. “You are
helping him!” he threatened, legs braced for an argument.
“Naraku’s curse was always an obvious one. I’m surprised
your little group of friends never figured it out,” Kikyo
observed.
“Shut up!”
Inuyasha snarled. I don’t understand… “Why
won’t you help him? He’s never done anything to you!” Inuyasha barely
recognized his own voice. It was cracking and filled with pain.
Kikyo stared up at his tortured face and Inuyasha could
swear that there was pain in her dead eyes. “I will not help him,” Kikyo replied softly. “My powers would do nothing here.
There is nothing that my medicines can do for this type of injury.”
Inuyasha opened
his mouth to argue, yell, do something to change her mind but couldn’t get out
a word as Kikyo looked at him sternly. “His life is
in danger and time is of the essence but I will tell you this. You will need to
burn the wound closed,” Kikyo said firmly.
“But Kikyo, you-!”
“He doesn’t have
time for you and I to argue,” Kikyo
interrupted him mid rant. “We have nothing more to say. You and your group of
friends can save him.” Kikyo looked at Inuyasha and
smiled wryly. “I suppose you could say that you don’t need me anymore.” With a gentle look, she motioned him back to
those who needed him most. “Go now.”
Inuyasha gave
the woman he had loved for so long a hard look. “You were always alive in my
eyes. This entire time I was willing to believe that your soul as it was still
existed in your body.”
Kikyo stared at the hanyou. “Is
this supposed to hurt me? I am dead.”
“Not to me. You
were alive and lovely to me. Now, for this,” Inuyasha hissed, “for your refusal
to help a good man, you are dead to me and I will not mourn you. You are not
worth it,” he mocked cruelly.
Kikyo stared at her old love, not flinching. She knew her
duty and would do it, irregardless of the pain it caused
herself and others.
Inuyasha looked
into Kikyo’s eyes one last time and whispered, “I
wish you had never been resurrected. I would have had good memories then.”
Kikyo took a step
back from the vehemence in Inuyasha’s voice. “Inuyasha, I-”
Ignoring her,
Inuyasha rushed back to his friends, picking Miroku up and running to Kaede.
He never once
looked back.
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“Kagome?”
The schoolgirl jerked and looked up
at Inuyasha, blushing a bit as she realized how intently she had been staring
at nothing.
“Sorry. I spaced out there for a
minute.” Remembering was painful but her mind kept drifting back to the final
battle and what they could have done differently.
Inuyasha snorted. “More then a minute.” Smoothing his hand over her hair, he
sighed deeply. “I don’t blame you. I wish I could concentrate on nothing right
now.”
The silence suddenly penetrated
Kagome’s mind and she pulled away from Inuyasha’s arms, eyes locked on the
little hut.
“I have no idea. The screaming just
tapered off…” Inuyasha said in reply to her unspoken question.
Kagome looked at him fearfully, not
daring to ask.
Inuyasha shook his head quickly.
“No no, he’s alive. I would have smelled it if he had
died,” he said bluntly. “I’m just can’t make myself go to see what’s happening…just
in case, you know?”
Kagome nodded wearily. “I know.”
The two sat next to each other, gathering
comfort from the plain feel of another human being.
“I still can’t believe how many
times they had to burn it,” Kagome said with a shudder, unable to take the
unnerving and total silence. “It’s so like Naraku to
have his curse end like that. Miroku’s kazaana is gone but so is his hand...poor Miroku.”
“To hell with that,” Inuyasha said
bitingly. “The fact that the stump won’t heal is what really shows Naraku was involved in this.” His hand fisted impotently.
“Making Sango and Kaede
burn him over and over to try to get the wound closed…I almost wish Naraku wasn’t dead because then I could kill him for this.”
“Me too,” Kagome sighed. “He was
such a violent jerk and I honestly think that-”
Kaede
walked slowly out of the hut, grabbing Inuyasha and Kagome’s attention. Rushing
forward, they stopped in front of the old priestess. She seemed to stoop lower
and her hands were shaking. Her white shirt was almost colored brown from dried
blood and her usually bright pants were covered smoke stains and burn marks.
Her normally neat hairstyle was mused and wisps of gray hair framed a face that
seemed older then it had that morning when they had rushed into battle.
Her
eyes are sadder, Inuyasha noticed absently.
“As long as a fever doesn’t set it,
he’ll make it,” Kaede announced to the worried
friends. “He’s asleep now.”
“Thank god…oh, thank you god,”
whispered Kagome as Inuyasha sagged in relief, the release almost euphoric for
both of them.
“Sango
just about dropped where she was standing the minute she saw him drift off.
They’re together in the hut now and I don’t want either bothered. It was a
horrible experience for both of them,” Kaede said
with a sad shake of her head. She was sure that the images of Sango crying along with Miroku as the monk’s flesh was
cauterized would be revisiting her in a nightmare some night in the
future.
“A horrible experience for everyone
involved, Kaede,” Kagome said gently. Poor old woman, the school girl thought
with sympathy. She looks on Miroku and Sango as her children and to see them in so much pain must
be so upsetting for her…
Looking at Kaede’s
obvious exhaustion, Inuyasha suddenly patted the old woman on the shoulder. “You
did real good, Kaded-baba,”
he said softly. “We’ll watch the two lovebirds while you go rest.” He snorted
suddenly. “Keh. And to make
sure Miroku doesn’t do anything stupid when he wakes up next to Sango.”
Kaede and
Kagome stared at him in shock.
“Why, uh, thank you Inuyasha,” Kaede said in surprise. “These old bones do need to lie
down…”
Kagome and Inuyasha watched Kaede walk back to her hut slowly as if every step hurt.
“Lovebirds, huh?”
Kagome said, unable to resist. She giggled when Inuyasha folded his arms and
turned his nose up. It feels nice to
smile again...
Inuyasha looked down at Kagome with
her laughing eyes and wrinkled nose and smiled reluctantly. She looked damn
cute when she giggled, her hands over her mouth and-
Suddenly, Kikyo’s
face imposed itself over Kagome’s and Inuyasha scowled to himself,
furious at wasting a second’s thought on the dead priestess.
She
called me a half-breed…I won’t miss her, he vowed silently. I won’t…I refuse to miss her…I won’t…
Shuffling off, Kaede
looked at Inuyasha over her shoulder. Something
more then this tragedy with Miroku happened after Naraku
died…nothing else would make Inuyasha act thus, the wise woman realized. What could make Inuyasha so unlike himself?
Kaede pondered this thought as she slid onto her
futon, turning the question over in her mind. An emotional upheaval of some sort, I’m sure of it. There was only
one person who could affect Inuyasha like this but the hanyou
had clearly said that Kikyo had died in the battle
against Naraku….
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Well, hope you all liked it! I
know, it’s depressing what happened to Miroku but I can really see Naraku doing that so there you go! If anyone wants a Sango/Miroku lemon, I’ll try my best. Depends
if anyone wants it. Also, THIS IS JUST PART ONE!!!! Next chapter there
will be a bunch of emotional garbage and a lemon. Look for it! I don’t know
when I’ll be able to upload the next chapter because college has gotten nuts
but hopefully soon.
Review please!! If you want me to
email you w/ update info, just let me know and leave your address
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