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Devotion
Sesshoumaru continued to scowl at the diary and what was
written there. Stupid girl, he thought,
for someone so educated, she makes the most single-minded decisions. Like laying her heart down
before Inuyasha, that selfish miscreant.
He wondered if she is ever repaid by the boy for her devotion to him,
but he doubted it.
Scowling even more, he turned his eyes away from it and
listened to the sounds of the forest, checking for danger. He could hear his group bustling about at
camp, preparing for dinner, along with the sounds of nature surrounding them. He heard the scurrying of a rabbit several
feet away, and in a blink of an eye, dashed out, beheaded, and gutted it before
returning back to where the diary lay with his supper. He turned the diary to the next legible entry
before taking a bite out of the rabbit’s body.
We’re back on the hunt
for Naraku, but we haven’t heard anything yet, Diary. It’s so strange, I finally have time to write
to you, and I don’t really have anything new to write about. Still, I can’t help but be uneasy. It feels like the calm before the storm, as
if were I to turn around, I’d see the lightening about to crash down on us
all. Everyone is tense, but I’m doing my
best to keep our spirits high.
This was right after Mount Hakurei,
so what was it that Naraku had been planning then, Sesshoumaru wondered, trying
to remember. It had been so long ago, he
couldn’t remember every little detail.
He recalled that the next time he met Naraku after the abomination had
achieved his new body had been at his Honorable Father’s tomb, at the Border
Between This World and the Next, but had there been anything between Mount Hakurei and then?
And what if Naraku had made plans that had centered around Inuyasha’s
group, as Sesshoumaru was learning had been a regular occurrence. He disliked knowing so little…
But at least we’re together
now. We’ve been separated for far too
long during these last events. It was so
nerve-wracking, wondering if they are alive, hoping they’re safe but knowing
they’re not. I don’t know how many years
I worried away these last few weeks.
Although, that’s not
to say we can’t get on without each other.
After all, when this whole thing started, it was just Inuyasha and
I. We had quite a few adventures
together before meeting Shippou-chan, Miroku-sama, and Sango-chan.
Do I really want to read about her reminiscing, Sesshoumaru
thought, suddenly becoming bored.
I can still remember
our first adventure searching for the jewel shards pretty well, when we fought Yura. You know,
Diary, I don’t think I ever told you about that. Everything had been happening so quickly
then, and I didn’t have my diary. Well,
I’ll tell you now. This was just after
the jewel had been shattered, before we knew about Tetsusaiga and Naraku and
just how deep this all really went…
Did he really want to read about this, when Kagome was still
untrained and weak and the boy didn’t even have the Tetsusaiga? This was before Kagome even knew who
Sesshoumaru was! That sounded so boring…
Inuyasha and I weren’t
getting along very well, but it was all his fault
really. He was just so rude and rough.
Was? I don’t believe
that’s changed recently.
Honestly, I didn’t
want to work with him at all. I wanted
to go home. I didn’t really know what
was going on. After all, just a few days
earlier, I had been pulled down the well by Mistress Centipede, the jewel had
been ripped from my body, and now everyone was after it. I mean, I had just traveled 500 years into
the past, and I really just didn’t believe it had happened. This sort of stuff didn’t seem possible, and
certainly not to a normal girl like me.
But it had, despite how strange it was, and complaining
about it wasn’t going to do any good.
Denying it was even worse, that would be like closing her eyes and
hoping the enemy rushing her would just go away. All that led to was an even faster
death.
But I had to stop
thinking that way, or I was going to get killed. Those bandits nearly killed me, because I had
gone off into the woods by myself, but there aren’t those kinds of dangers in Tokyo, so I just hadn’t
been thinking about it. I learned my
lesson, though.
Obviously, but what a stupid move, just
walking into the woods surrounding a village where so many dangers lay in wait. Bandits preyed on villages, and that was
where the forest was most dangerous. She
had said that Tokyo
didn’t have those threats, but Sesshoumaru couldn’t imagine a place without
them. There were always those who would
prey on the weak. If she didn’t have
bandits in the woods, there was certainly someone else.
But that’s not what I’m
talking about! I’m talking about Yura! Well, after I
shattered the jewel, we only had one piece of it stay in the area, but that was
enough to start drawing demons. I met Yura when I was at the well. I had yet to use it after being pulled
through, and I didn’t know if it would work.
I was scared to use it, and while I hesitated, I suddenly felt I was
pressing against something sharp. When I
moved away, I pressed against another sharp thing, only to see that it was
hair.
Hair?
The whole clearing was
full of tight strands of hair like a
cage, and standing on some of it was Yura. She had the ability to control hair, and
considering how much of it was there, I was in a lot of trouble.
Except you got out of it somehow, without
serious injury. Inuyasha’s luck
must be rubbing off.
She tried to take the jewel
fragment from me, and in doing so pushed me down the well. Its powers activated and saved me from the
sword she threw after me. When I looked
up again, I was suddenly home, and everything beforehand felt as if it had just
been a dream. I wanted it to be a dream,
but I couldn’t forget it… or at any rate, Inuyasha wouldn’t let me forget. He broke through the barrier Grandpa had set
upon the well and busted into the dining room to drag me back.
Inuyasha had traveled through time, too? He saw the future, and all of its
wonders? The rabbit bones in
Sesshoumaru’s hand were crushed into dust as he glared at the words written
before him. He scowled as he added yet
another thing to his list of hatreds against the boy. Why did the whelp get so many
opportunities? He didn’t deserve any of
them! Sesshoumaru was sure the boy didn’t
even appreciate his chance to see the future, the ungrateful cur.
I was so surprised he
was back, and I was a little afraid. Why
was he in the future? This all felt
dangerous… but more than that, it meant I had to go back to the past and I
didn’t want to go! I liked being back home, it was so peaceful. I wonder now, what would have happened if he
had never taken me back to the past?
Everything would be so different now…
She had wondered about this before, had she not? If she had never fallen down the well, then
perhaps all of them would have battled in her time instead, although great
changes might have taken place along the way that might have negated the events
that lead to her birth… thus nullifying this entire scenario. What a bother, Sesshoumaru thought. Time paradoxes were an incredibly complicated
matter as Sesshoumaru was coming to learn, and that one was particularly
difficult. Everything was tied together,
it was like a bucket. If one thing was
taken away, then the pressure holding the hoop was lost and it all fell apart,
along with everything inside. *
But what at this point in the game, if she had not returned
then? What would have happened? The jewel was already released and shattered,
so Naraku would already be on the make for it.
The events would probably play out more or less the same, although
without the ability to sense the jewel shards, Inuyasha and his group probably
wouldn’t have collected that many… if his group formed at all… and Kagome would
not be there to destroy Naraku… although Sesshoumaru was sure he would have
eventually killed the wretch… but that was only if he had been interested in
it, seeing as how Sesshoumaru’s hatred for Naraku had formed because his desire
for the Tetsusaiga had been used against him, and if the Tetsusaiga had never
been released by Kagome, Naraku would never have been given a reason to
manipulate him… …this was becoming
complicated again and Sesshoumaru could feel a headache forming.
But nonetheless I did
follow him. The reason he wanted me to
come back was because he couldn’t see the hair Yura
used, and he was at a great disadvantage.
How pathetic. This Yura was most certainly a low-level demon, and yet the boy
could not sense her or her magic. Her
characteristics were not attributed to living thing or a force of nature. Such demons as the latter were a natural
occurrence in the world, when the inherent darkness of the world came together
and merged into a sentient being. That
was how this Sesshoumaru’s family line was started. For demons like Yura,
they were formed by dark emotions like hatred and jealousy. Probably some human woman had felt jealous
and spiteful of another woman’s beautiful hair, and her feelings became
imprinted upon an item that was related to such feelings, like a hair ornament
or a comb, something she would have had at hand whenever she had such
feelings. But the petty feelings of a
human, while powerful enough to form a demon, could never compare to the true
darkness of the world, and the demon created was weak in comparison. The fact that Inuyasha, who held the power of
a great demon line in his veins, had been incapable of seeing the tricks of a
minor demon was a stain against Sesshoumaru’s family and their power.
And because he
couldn’t see it, he hadn’t realized that he brought the damn stuff with
him! Some of it had been left on his
body, which Yura had been able to sense and had been
able to send her hair through the well after us. It was infuriating, how he put my family in
danger like that!
If she was capable of seeing his recklessness, crudeness,
and disregard for everything so early on in their relationship, why on earth
did she fall in love with him?
And, to make matters
even worse, just because I could see the hair doesn’t mean defeating Yura was any easier.
I could tell Inuyasha where it was, sure, but he needed precision to cut
a single strand of hair, such as when I spotted the main strand that controlled
all of the hair, but I just couldn’t tell him where it was exactly.
But, I thought of a
way he could see the main strand. I
grabbed hold of it and held tightly so it cut deep into my skin and my blood
ran down the strand, making it visible to Inuyasha.
Sesshoumaru scowled once again. His ineptitude had once again led to her
injury. She was too self-sacrificing,
and Inuyasha was too weak to protect her.
After this, we went
down the well to go after her. Before we
did, though, Inuyasha gave me his kariginu to protect
me, since it’s made from the fur of the fire rat and just as good as armour. **
How noble, Sesshoumaru sneered. He knew he would be incapable of protecting
her with his skills, and yet he still drove her into battle.
Yura was waiting for us, and attacked as soon as
we came back, but I was able to see the attacks and help Inuyasha dodge. I could also see which of the hairs the main
strands were and by following them we were able to find Yura. Just outside of her lair, she had laid down
her defenses, and there were many decapitated soldiers. I felt horrible,
they must have died when I had been home.
I had been so happy to forget about the past, but people had died while I
had been relaxing at home. I vowed that
I wouldn’t let that happen again, no one would lose their lives because of me,
and I grabbed up one of the soldier’s bow and arrows so I could defeat Yura.
This must have been the very first step she took towards
becoming the strong priestess and warrior that she is now, Sesshoumaru
thought. Is this the moment when she
could no longer return to the life she had led before, the life that Inuyasha
had ruined?
When we reached her
lair, she attacked us with a bunch of those masses of hair. There were too many for me to guide Inuyasha,
and we got separated. That’s when I saw
her lair for what it really was, a giant ball of
hair. It’s one of the oddest things I’ve
ever seen, and I’ve seen quite a few weird things in my travels.
Sesshoumaru felt the edges of his lips quirk into a smile,
but he paid it no mind.
Soon Inuyasha and Yura were battling it out, but Inuyasha was really at a
disadvantage, and he wasn’t doing very well.
I wanted to help him, so I started shooting at the masses of hair and
destroying them with my powers. This was
only annoying Yura, though, so I aimed for the giant
ball of hair, and out of it came hundreds of human skulls! She called them her trophies, how sickening!
Indeed, who on earth would want to surround themselves with
dead humans? What a nauseating smell…
But this really didn’t
have that much of an effect on Yura, either… instead
it just got her mad and she attacked me instead. She released a great wave of fire against me,
and I was sure that I would die.
Except you did not. Why does she always say these things, it’s
obvious she didn’t die. But, she was
only alive by grace of the Inuyasha’s kariginu. His skills had been completely inadequate,
just as Sesshoumaru had predicted, and if she had not been wearing that…
But the fire couldn’t
reach me, I barely felt the heat of it. The fur of the fire-rat is so amazing, a
shame it’s such a ghastly color of red.
Sesshoumaru’s lips quirked into a smile again.
I was able to make my
escape from the fire, and I started heading towards Yura’s
lair. Now, I don’t know what was going
on between Inuyasha and Yura during all of this, as I
couldn’t see them for a while, but when I did I was quite shocked. Yura had taken some
bad hits, one of her hands was gone and Inuyasha must have plunged his hand
through her heart, but neither one of those attacks had fazed her in the
slightest.
How odd, surely the blood loss from the missing limb alone
should have had a great effect on her prowess, let along have her heart
impaled. Sesshoumaru could only guess
that her soul was not within her body. If
she had been created by the feelings of a human being imprinted upon an item,
then the soul could be in the item, not the body. The body might just be an extension that of
the item that developed over time….
But Inuyasha, well, he
had been fazed by his injuries… it was distressing, with him pinned down by her
hair, and a sword near his throat, and with him so bloody, it looked as if he
was close to death.
How many times has he nearly died? And how many times has he miraculously
survived? It’s sickening…
But I knew if I could
get a little closer to my goal, I could save him. You see, one of the skulls was different from
the rest. I thought it must be important,
and my belief was confirmed when Yura became very
upset at the thought of me near it. She
attacked me again, and if it hadn’t been for Inuyasha’s kariginu,
my arm would have been severed.
Yet again! Inuyasha hasn’t saved her once!
Inuyasha then caught
up, but Yura stabbed him in the chest. I was afraid he might die, so I took one of
my arrows and stabbed the special skull with it. It was where all of the hairs were coming
from, so I knew it was very special to Yura’s
powers. In fact, inside of the skull was
a comb, and when I shattered it, Yura was
killed.
As this Sesshoumaru thought, it all came from a cursed
comb.
And that’s the story
of Yura.
Battling her was the first time Inuyasha and I really worked together…
in fact, after we battled her, he called my by my name for the very first time!
What?
It was the first time
he protected me, instead of just
saving me so that I’d find the jewel for him.
And to think, just a week before when we first met, he had been trying
to kill me.
What!
He tried to kill her? No wonder he protects her so poorly, their
relationship was cursed from the start!
But how on earth did he, in the span of one week, go from attempting to
murder her to attempting to save her?
And what kind of woman would suddenly trust a man who had tried to sink
his claws into her heart a mere week beforehand?
Well, she could subdue him, Sesshoumaru thought, trying to
see the logic in their actions. The
threat he presented was nullified due to the subjugation spell, but the fact remained
that he had not only thought about killing her, he had tried! Why would she trust him?
She is too trusting for her own good, Sesshoumaru thought
angrily. She was lucky that Inuyasha’s
heart had turned towards her, or she would be dead. What if she had given that trust to the wrong
person?
But while he could sort of understand why Kagome had trusted
Inuyasha, that didn’t explain why Inuyasha had suddenly stopped hating
her. What had happened along the way, that his feelings for her should completely turn? Sesshoumaru had seen how fiercely Inuyasha protected Kagome (whether or not he did
so skillfully), how was it that she could create in him such a powerful
devotion? He remembered how fiercely
Inuyasha had protected her in the tomb of their Honorable Father, in which
Sesshoumaru had first met the girl.
There couldn’t have been too much
distance between those events, could there?
Sesshoumaru could only think that during the fight with Yura, Inuyasha simply did not protect her as fiercely as he
did in their father’s tomb. The devotion
she had inspired within him must have taken months to achieve, which seemed
like an adequate amount of time between the two events. He knew that after their battle in the tomb,
they all became aware of Naraku soon afterwards and more or less around the
same time. But, when he considered the
amount of time the jewel shards could exist without him or Naraku knowing, and
then the distance between the three events, he was sure that a few months in
which Inuyasha and Kagome’s bond matured was possible.
Time really flies,
doesn’t it? In that first week, I can’t
even count how many times I was nearly killed, and then it all repeated again next
week when I first met Sesshoumaru-sama.
“What!”
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Kagome: He really isn’t that bad of a protector…
Plot: Admit it, he sucks...
Another chapter done!!!!
And I have Author’s Notes this time-
* I couldn’t find any pictures of a traditional Japanese
bucket, so I hope my description will suffice.
A traditional, working bucket in Japan was a ring of boards that
were held together with a hoop, usually of metal but also rope if it was poorly
made. Because the only thing keeping it
together was the tight hoop and pressure of the boards against it, removing
just a single thing from it would cause the whole thing to collapse. I’ve heard it used as a metaphor a couple
times in Japanese literature and theater.
** I know everyone seems to think Inuyasha’s red coat is haori, and I don’t care whether or not that’s what Rumiko
Takahashi calls it, that’s not what it
is! Inuyasha’s red coat is a kariginu, not a haori! Haori barely
existed in the Muromachi Period, the idea of them had
just been invented, and they won’t take the proper haori
form until the Edo Period (aka, about a century after
this, and a couple centuries after Inuyasha received the damn thing from his
father in the first place). In fact,
none of the costumes any of them wear save Kagome’s school uniform are properly
labeled. Sesshoumaru wears a Hitatare, Jaken wears a karaginu,
Miroku wears a kasaya
(although the term he used might have been kara [which is archaic now]), and Sango’s
Taijiya uniform is an odd bastardization of the
stereotypical ninja uniform… which isn’t even historically accurate. Her ‘kimono’ also isn’t a kimono either, it’s
a kosode (meaning small sleeve). The term kimono isn’t coined until the Meiji
Period. If anyone wants to know more… or
argue about this, go here, http://www.iz2.or.jp/english/index.htm
. Now, a kariginu
was actually clothing from the Heian Period (which is
also the time period of Izayoi’s clothing, giving a
good hint at how old Inuyasha really is), and would have been considered really
out of date during Sengoku Jidai… but I don’t think
Inuyasha really cares (I don’t think fashionable is one of the words we’d use
to describe him). He is wearing it
tucked in, and while this was actually how young boys wore it during the Heian Period, by tucking it in during Sengoku Jidai, it has more of hitatare
appearance and thus makes it look a little more up to date… sort of… either
that, or his fashion sense was stunted at the age of five…
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