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The End In The Beginning	By : MindlessMina Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female Views: 7323 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: So, I am extremely pleased by the reviews and messages that I get from all you great people and the holidays sooo threw me off when it came to posting and editing. I don’t have a beta, so I do all the editing myself which is not only time consuming but it takes a little longer cause everything is perfect in my head, but on paper – not so much. But alas! The next installment of TEITB and boy are things going to get interesting from here on out. Oh, and I am not known as THE LEMON QUEEN for nothing. Smut just comes with the territory with me. If you’re not ok with it, then I suggest you just try to skip over them when you get to them. I have no lemon markers. By the way, did anyone notice that in my last chapter I put ‘heroin’ instead of ‘heroine’? Lol, I was dying when it looked over it just now. ANYWHO lets just get to the story shall we?
MindlessMina!

Chapter 5: Alternatives and Discoveries
Inuyasha made his way through the dimly lit early morning forest, nothing currently on his mind other than the desire, no, the need to reach his Kikyo. She means everything to him, and not even Kag..Ka..what was her name again? He couldn’t remember, but she didn’t even matter anymore. None of them did. Not the monk, the slayer, the kit or the fire cat. He knew that because she told him, and she would never lie. Why would she lie? She is perfect, and she is all his. Yes, his. His mate. Where was his mate? Oh yes, that’s where he was going; to find her. Was she missing? No, she was waiting for him. That’s right, he needed to get rid of that other priestess, who was she again? She seemed so familiar…wait, she isn’t important. Kikyo said so. Kikyo. His mate. His love.
While the more logical part of the hanyo’s brain was running in circles so to speak, his instincts were what was keeping him from being a completely lost cause. Every now and then pictures of his pack, his mother, and even his hated half brother would pop into his head, leading him to question who they were. He would remember things about them, but never their names. The only one that he ever came close to guessing was Kagome’s, but as soon as he would ask Kikyo, she would give him a kiss and just like that he forgot what the question was. So now he was running back to her, with news that she probably would be upset about.
He caught her scent and turned to the East and within moments he found her by a brook cooking something he wasn’t sure how to describe. It looked like a really thick tomato paste that was peach in color. It smelled funny and he didn’t like how she tried to hide it when he approached. Then the voices in his head told him that it was all right, because she would never lie to him or hurt him and that he had to trust her. They were right after all. She would never hurt him. Would she?
‘No, I have to trust her. She wouldn’t ever lie to me. She is my mate. She is kind and loving, and she is all that is important. No one else matters.’
“Kikyo, I’m back.” He whispered, worried that if he were to talk any louder, he would upset her delicate senses.
“Did you do what I asked of you, love.” The undead priestess asked him. Kikyo didn’t even bother to face him while she questioned him. She was creating another batch of her special tonic when he arrived and now was adding a spice to it to make it undetectable to his nose. If he smelled it he would become suspicious and ask too many questions. That just wouldn’t do. Besides, it was a just tiresome having to act like a love struck teenager all of the time. Better that she talk to him with her back turned lest he see the disgusted look upon her face.
“I did. That whore is dead. I made sure she was before I left.”
“Hmm, are you sure that you didn’t spare her Inuyasha? If she were dead, I should have my entire soul back. Yet here I am, still with only a sliver of my reincarnations spirit. If she were dead, then I would know!” Kikyo said with a raised voice and finally turned to face him with unveiled anger.
“No, she is dead Kikyo. I waited and I didn’t hear her heartbeat, and she took no breaths. I saw it, she is dead and there isn’t any doubt about that, I swear it!”
The undead golem pinned him with an unwavering gaze as she sorted through his aura. It seemed that he was telling her the truth, and that truly upset her. When Kagome died, she should have gotten her soul because she still housed the remaining piece. How could only part of a soul continue into reincarnation? She truly loathed that girl even more now because even in death she went ruined all of her plans.
‘What the hell am I going to do now? Taking that bitches soul and using the Shikon would have made me whole and alive again. I am tired of this false body and surviving off of these weak human souls! Wait...other souls? Not hers nor mine, however I do remain as myself. Hm, I wonder. Is it perhaps my consciousness that only needs a new vessel? For I am still Kikyo, only that I am animated with a soul that isn’t mine in a body that was created…so was it truly only my consciousness that was required to bring me back? No, after all a portion of my soul was within her to begin with. But it seems that I have it along with a part of hers as well. This is all very…interesting. Perhaps I was wrong about this all in the first place. I don’t need that bitches soul after all: just the smaller portion that is mine and a living vessel to place it in. And I know just where to obtain it.’
Smiling to herself for figuring out the best way to manipulate this situation into her hands, she turned her back towards the inu-hanyo again and picked up the small jar of now odorless paste. Before closing the cover, she dipped a finger in it and rubbed it over her lips like one would a lip balm and did an almost silent chant making the concoction pulse before going dead. Turning back she noticed the distant look in Inuyasha’s eyes that he got when he was thinking to deeply and like the manipulator she was, acted quickly before his thoughts took him to places she tried to remove from his head forever.
“Come Inuyasha. I know you aren’t trying to beguile me, my dearest. I simply grow tired and anxious of not having you in the way I truly wish. But it’s all over now, and I finally know how to get what I…what we...want. And we don’t need that little twit to accomplish it. Or the Shikon.” Kikyo said as she sashayed over to where Inuyasha was standing and pulled him into a fevered kiss. It was truly a shame that the best of what they could do for each other was kissing and oral sex, the furthest would be dry humping. She was made of clay, so her body was purely for show and not fully functioning. She had a working clit, but that was about it. Her creator was either a cruel crafter or was unfinished when the whole soul exchange took place. Either way it didn’t matter, because now she knew the way to get what she always wanted.
With a groan, Shippo slowly sat up on his futon and carefully stretched his sore body. Looking down at his legs he noticed that he had indeed begun what would be his final growth period. His clothes all looked two sizes too short and he knew that the next few days were going to suck. He was going to have to really get some of those pain relievers that his mama would always keep in her first aid pack. He looked across the hut at the already roused Sango, Miroku, and the cooking Kaede. The stew she was making smelled so good, but at the same time some of the spices were really harsh on his nose this early in the morning. After a yawn, the kitsune slowly stood and when he did all three sets of eyes were on him, and Miroku began to smile.
“Shippo, you seem to have begun your growth. It looks like you have already grown at least half a foot within the night, and I won’t be surprised if you kept that pace for the next few days. Congratulations my young friend.” The monk said before bowing his head slightly.
“Really Ship, you did grow more and you look even more adorable than before! We’re going to have to swat the females away from you with Hiraikotsu if you get any cuter.” Sango said with a smirk that made him blush hard and look away.
“Aye young lad. Ye have indeed grown into a charming young male since I have known ye, and I know that ye will make a great youkai. I can feet it in my bones.” Kaede added and Shippo couldn’t help but stand up a little straighter at all of those kind words from those he considered his family. Smiling and thanking them for their words, he sorted though his pack and looked for clothes that he had gotten a few years back just for this occasion. He pulled out a forest green haori that was adorned with lighter green swirls and some dark blue hakama and began to dress behind the corner screen. He scowled in irritation when he realized that he was almost as tall as the screen he was changing behind, and knew that by the time he was done he would probably clear it by a good foot. Sighing he put that thought in the back of his mind and focused on getting ready so that he could surprise Kagome when she came back.
Happily he told them that he was going to wait at the well for her to return and began a short sprint to said well. He hadn’t even gone six feet from the hut when his nose was assaulted by a scent that he prayed was a figment of his imagination. Stopping dead in his tracks he took a deep breath and was hit with the terrible reality that something was terribly, terribly wrong.
“KAGOME!!!!” He screamed so loud that the entire village heard him from deep within their homes.
The piercing cry alerted all those that remained in Kaede’s hut that something was going on, but even as they ran out of the hut to confront the source of the disparaging scream Shippo was already gone. Kirara instantly bristled and transformed into her larger size and motioned to Sango, Miroku and Kaede to climb on her back. Sango was confused and beginning to get scared but she followed her trusted felines lead and the monk and elder priestess followed.
Within moments they were flown to Shippo’s location and what they saw sent a chill of terror down their spines. Shippo was on his knees beside the largest spot of blood in the clearing with a white knuckled grip on his mother’s Sai and his eyes rimmed with red. Sango having more than enough experience in battle knew instantly that there was a serious duel waged here with Kagome being one of the combatants. When they touched down, Miroku ever the sensible one, slowly made his way towards an extremely aggravated young youkai.
The monk knew that this was going to be a very new experience and hopefully it would end well. Shippo was going through his final growth stage and with it came the removal of the final layer of his true youkai heritage. His beast, which had been calm and docile before was now awaked and beginning to rear his head causing the kits once slumbering instincts to come alive. Normally it was a stage that one was eased easily into. Unfortunately, this was not the case right now. Canine breeds were way more possessive and protective about those within their pack, and those instincts ran very deep. And Shippo’s instincts were shoved into hyper drive as soon as his perceived mother was in grave danger, and they were right now probably screaming for blood. Speaking softly to in an even tone, Miroku tried to get Shippo to calm enough so that they could all figure out just what the hell happened out here.
“Shippo.” When he didn’t acknowledge Miroku’s presence, the monk tried again.
“Shippo, we need you to calm down so that we can help. You need to take control of your instincts or they will control you.”
The kitsune began to slowly blink, and with each flutter of his lids his eyes cleared and his body physically relaxed, but his fear remained and he couldn’t help but voice his fear.
“M…mama…please be ok…”
“Shippo, I know this is difficult for you but I need you to focus and tell us what is going on.”
Looking around for the first time he saw that Kirara was in her larger form with both Sango and Kaede at her side with worry clearly etched across their features. He turned towards Miroku and although he was trying to remain calm, the monk radiated fear and concern. He started to look around the clearing frantically for any sign of Kagome but was stopped short when Miroku laid his hand on his shoulder firmly and turned brought his attention back to him. Shaking his head he berated himself for acting like a helpless kit when his mother was out there somewhere in desperate need of help. Eyes hardening in resolve, he turned to Miroku and began to speak to him.
“I was on my way to the well, but as soon as I set out I smelt Kagome’s blood. I freaked out and screamed her name, I think, and next thing I know I was here and you were beside me. I can’t remember how I got here or anything other than that.”
Sango trying to steady her nerves walked over to Shippo and knelt beside him and gently pried the Sai out of his hands and placed it between hers instead.
“Shippo, it is not uncommon for your instincts to take over during moments like this. It’s something that will happen from time to time, but in time you will lean how to control it. As for right now, I think it best if we use your instincts to find out what happened to Kagome, as soon as possible.”
Nodding his head in agreement, he took a steadying breath and took in the scene around him. So did everyone else, and soon they were piecing together what took place so close yet so far away from the safety of Edo.
“It didn’t start here, but it ended here. It smells like she came from the direction of the Sacred Tree because I can smell her blood in that direction too.” Shippo said standing and walking to the edge of the clearing towards the direction of the Goshinboku.
“She must have gone to visit it before going back home. She does that sometimes, but I would think she would have held off because of the rush she was in to leave.” Miroku said next aloud.
“This was one large fight. It looks like she held her own for a while if those bloody blades are anything to go off of. But judging from the amount of…blood…by the tree, it looks like things went wrong.” Sango said analyzing the random splatters of bloodstained grass with worry.
“Aye, there was much blood spilt, but I doubt that it all belongs to Kagome. Yet what troubles me is the lack of her reiki. If she were fighting with a demon, I am positive that she would have used it. So does that mean then it was another human she fought?” Kaede said with her brows furrowed together in thought.
Shippo growled lowly, and all of the attention was drawn back to him.
“No, it wasn’t a human. It was…Inuyasha.” He hesitated, trying to get a hold of himself so that he could continue. A collective gasp came from everyone in the clearing upon hearing that declaration, stunning them all. Inuyasha had been acting differently in the past few months, but to attack Kagome, it was unthinkable.
“Guys, it gets worse. Way worse.” Shippo continued getting their attention once more. “Inuyasha’s blood scent tells me that he was in his more feral state when he attacked Kagome.”
Sango was shaking her head in denial, and the pit of her stomach was doing flips in acrid fear at this new development. Miroku saw her distress and moved to her side giving her a half hug so that he could continue to figure out what happened there. Sango hid her face in his chest and tried the best that she could to hold back her tears. She didn’t know what she would do if Kagome was truly dead. She was her sister, her best friend, and the only one who she could tell all of her darkest secrets and insecurities to.
‘Oh Kami, please let her be ok. No, I have to pull myself together! This is Kagome, she would never go down so easily, she’s too stubborn to die. I have to be strong, for her, and for me. We will find her!’ The demon slayers resolve solidified within her mind and taking a deed breath she squared her shoulders and fell into her roll as warrior effortlessly. Taking another look at the scene she noticed that something was off.
“But I don’t understand, if he had let his demonic nature take over, why was the village left unharmed? You all remember what he’s like when he loses control, and he wouldn’t have stopped here after she was attacked. He would have destroyed this whole region until he was stopped.” She said to everyone as she stepped away from Miroku’s side.
“That is very true, Sango. I have never known him to show any restraint while he was like that. It looks like we’re getting more questions then we’re getting answers right now. Shippo, is there anything else that you can pick up? They are obviously not here right now, so either he took her or they both managed to walk away.” The monk asked the kitsune.
Moving across the clearing he stood in the largest blood stained area and took a slow, deep breath. Although he wasn’t a dog, he was still a part of the canine breed, and though his smell wasn’t as developed as an inu’s, it was impressive all the same. Then as quick as lightning he caught the faintest scent, but one that he could never mistake for another’s. His eyes shot open and he all but screamed the information he held.
“Sesshomaru! He was here, and his scent mingles with hers meaning that he had to of picked her up!” he all but shouted before he jumped into the nearest tree’s tall branches. “He carried her out on his cloud, so he has her!” he said as he leapt out of the tree back to the others.
“Then it’s settled. We must travel to the Western Lands in search of Lord Sesshomaru. Why he would take her, I am unsure, but as soon as we find her all things may be clarified.” Miroku said in an authoritive tone. He was considered the beta of Inuyasha’s pack, and whenever the hanyo wasn’t there he always made the decisions. They all agreed and soon they were back at Kaede’s hut gathering their belongings and preparing for another long journey. They had looked around to see if they could find some of her belongings, but they were unable to find anything aside from her Sai. Shippo carried them in his sash beside an ordinary sword he was just given by Kaede. She insisted that he carry it because he was a man now, and needed a reliable weapon. He smiled and gave her a strong hug, and tied it to his sash. When they had everything they needed, a short goodbye was given along with an oath to return with Kagome, then they were off to find the friend that they could never truly live without.
Inuyasha was quietly thinking again. Or at least attempting to. He felt like something was wrong but he was unable to put his claws on it. He tried to remember something, anything really, but every time he did the small voice of Kikyo would filter into his mind telling him that everything was all right and to trust her. It seemed that small voice kept him spinning in circles when he was thinking. Everything turned into her. Every thought. Every inclination; it was all about her. But, who was that girl that kept coming into his mind? She looked like Kikyo, but she wasn’t. He kept seeing her smile, and even in his foggy mind he knew that she was important somehow. If that weren’t disturbing enough, her bloodied corpse would replace her bright smile.
He was sure that he has never seen her before, but she was somehow always in his mind. Then there were those other people who kept seeing every time he closed his eyes. Who were they? He didn’t want to ask Kikyo, because after the last time he did, he remembered her becoming upset and then the next thing he knew he was somewhere he didn’t recognize and the morning had turn to midnight. Every time it was like that. His instincts were on edge, and he didn’t know what to do. His mind led him to follow the woman he has sworn himself to, in mark if not in flesh, but his nature was pulling him in the opposite direction telling him to flee and run as far away from her as possible.
It seemed that Kikyo had noticed the far away look in his eyes and took out the small pot of paste and again rubbed it onto her lips before putting it away. It looked like it was time to distract and enslave him once more. Really, she didn’t think that it would have been this bothersome in the beginning but as time passed she found that she needed to apply the paste to him more and more often. Perhaps she needed to make it stronger next time. Stopping next to a small brook, she turned around and faced the inu-hanyo hiding the pure look of disgust as she did so. He was so entranced by his thoughts that he didn’t even notice she was looking at him. This would simply not do.
“Inuyasha, love, what troubles your mind so?” she said in a light innocent voice.
Looking up quickly he noticed that they had stopped and that she was looking at him. Did she just ask him something? Yea, she did, but he didn’t catch it.
“What is it Kikyo?”
“You seem to be lost in though, dearest. I was wondering what could capture your mind so thoroughly.”
He wondered if he should tell her. ‘trust her’ There they were again. The voices. ‘trust her’, ‘DO NOT TRUST HER’, ‘she’s our love’, ‘SHE’S A LIAR’. Inuyasha’s mind was pulling him in two different directions again; his head telling him to give her his all, his heart telling him to flee. Before he could answer her, she was in front of him and pulling his head down to meet her waiting lips. As they met in a demanding kiss, the potion effectively invaded his salivary glands, making its way to his blood stream that was beginning to pump faster due to the intimate touch. In no time it was at its destination of his brain and once again he was lost to all but her, and her touch, her wants. She led them beside the stream and straddled his still clothed form with hers and began to grind herself against his awakening erection. This was as far as they could go until she got a hold of a new body. It wasn’t much but she knew that it would be sufficient for the pathetic mutt at her side.
‘Soon, very soon, I will have a real body. Then we will officially mate and you will be my slave forever. But most importantly I will be alive, and with your mating mark I will live forever and will never feel the flames of Hell again.’ Kikyo thought as she continued her ministrations on the tainted hanyo beneath her. She knew that as a hanyo he wouldn’t live as long as a pure blood demon, but with all of that time at her disposal she would find a way for him to live forever. Because by ‘helping’ him, she would really be helping herself. She had her entire victory laid upon her feet, and relished in that fact. Unfortunately for her, fate already had a much better plan in store, and couldn’t wait until she found out about it.
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