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The Ookami's Grudge	By : rianitsu Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female Views: 1336 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: And Another update. I cut chapter 4 in half, part of this chapter was origonally part of it.. but I decided to leave it at a cliffy! Ans as previously said, in the anime Kouga and Sango both use Yourouzouko, although I'm sure I'm miss-spelling it. They use it to refer to the wolf tribes. I did not realize that the term "Ookami" wasn't used. I've hearb BOTH being used to describe wolf demons and their tribe. I beleive "Ookami" is sort of like 'magical wolf' or something, I'm not certain, to be honest. So I figure Yourouzouko would be the youkai, and ookami would be their four legged companions. Please forgive me if I use both of them.
Thoughts

Blood Beast’s Thoughts

"Blood beast speaking”
season – refers to a single season {fall, winter, etc}

full season – refers to mating season or a year’s worth of time.

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Last Chapter:
Hakkaku shook his head to remain silent. If they knew Kouga, he would cool off and eventually go after the female.
“He wants her. That’s why he reacted like this.” Kouga heard Hakkaku whisper to Ginta. He ignored them both.
They were right in only that he wanted her – but he would never forgive her. He would not go after her, ever. And he would keep his promise… if he ever saw her again..
She would die.
TBC…..

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Just after meeting the Inu-tashi
Kouga had slowly returned to the cliffs where the Den was located without realizing it as he walked. The field where he’d last seen her wasn’t that far from the den, honestly. When he heard his wolves return, he turned his attention to them and pulled himself out of the past. With her demonic half bound, she never entered her first Heat – something he’d been waiting for at the time – and she had probably only lived the lifespan of a human. Long dead now, so no use mulling over past events.
“My fur is still standing on end!” He growled, shaking his head. “That cur... Where did he get that sort of blade?!” He sat down and scowled, leaning back on his hands while his wolf scouts laid down around him. And that human female…
‘He’s using the shards! His left wrist… both his calves...’
“Somehow… that human can see the shards.” A slow smirk spread across his lips. Her actions took many of the females from his pack, and with her likely dead there would be no revenge found there. So what could be better, then to take this male’s own female to use for his personal gain.
“Go. Lure that rag tag group to the cliffs.” He said as he stood up, looking down at his wolves before turning his gaze out to the morning horizon. “We’re going to take that Female – and she’s going to work for me,” he added smugly.
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Four years later, days after the rumored destruction of Naraku

Inubiki sighed as she made her way down the path. “Damn that wolf. Does he have any idea how hard it is to ‘Stay off Yourouzouko land’?!” She demanded of no one in particular.

After the battle, she’d returned to the shrine only to find the priest who’d been her only parent asleep. Upon closer inspection of the napping elderly, she realized he’d passed in his sleep. With a mournful whine, she knelt beside him and cried for a long time, before forcing herself to gather her meager belongings and flee. There was no reason for her to stay now. And so she had left, fleeing into the Western territories and pretending to be human. A traveling miko.

And yet, she could never outrun the stories of the Mononoke Miko. Nor could she keep herself from breaking down into tears whenever she heard of the Ookami attacking villages. It had taken many, many years to steel herself to those stories, but eventually she did. That came alongside the promise that she would make the one she knew was responsible for those deaths pay. She knew full well that the wolves didn’t need to destroy whole villages to eat, that they could live off of deer, boar, or rabbit. Hell, they could live off the flesh of other demons. These deaths were down right pointless.

But she did not actively seek out the Yourouzouko. No, she avoided those wolves at all costs – even the sub tribes or the Northern tribe. There was NOOOOOOOO way she was going to chance running into Kouga.

So she traveled aimlessly, and kept to the southern end of Japan. She spent her days seeking out information on her father - The Great Dog Demon General. If the wolf prince had taught her nothing else, he’d taught her that if you’re going to atone for sins – let them be your own. So, no longer did she worry about whatever sins her mother had made. The only sin that mattered to her was the damage to Kouga’s pack and the wolves actions since.

When the rumors of the half-breed, Naraku, came about fifty-four years ago, she’d done what she could in the villages having issues with him, but he wasn’t much of a threat. She’d never met him, only helped families recuperate from the damage he did before leaving. She wasn’t chancing anyone learning she was a hanyou.
Only one had learned the truth. A monk who’d been cursed by that damn-half breed, who kept the secret within his family.

She smiled as she thought back to the strange human. He was a monk, but he was far from pure. She couldn’t help a giggle at the memory. A total lecher was what THAT man was, but he was kind. He figured out what she was, and had taught her a bit more on focusing what little youki she could summon into sutra and ofuda since she dressed as a miko. His training had been a grand help in her aid to others over the following five decades.

She had checked back in with him and his family from time to time – her only friend now, was that old priest. She was saddened to learn from his son about his passing. She’d known about the kazana, but never realized just HOW dangerous it was.
Again, she’d made friends with the next barer of the Kazana, and their shared stories on her visits about his father’s escapades. She enjoyed talking to his mate, too. That woman REALLY KNEW how to cook, and taught the hanyou female several tricks to making a meal last for days before it went bad.

Their son was adorable, but the last time she saw him was on his 5th birthday. She’d brought him a special earring she’d made and infused with a little of her youki. She felt it would protect him a little. For five years he’d always been fascinated with her ears, so she granted him one touch.
As his tiny hands had closed around her ears, she closed her eyes and smiled. His innocent touch as he rubbed her ears relaxed her probably for the first time in years. When She opened her eyes, he pulled his hands away and smiled, crooning “Pretty! Soft!”

She laughed softly and hugged the boy tightly to her form, smiling as he returned the hug. “Don’t turn out like your father.” She said in a conspiritor’s whisper, smiling at the boy’s father. “Or your Grandfather.”

He giggled and stepped back, nodding. “Promise!” he exclaimed, then frowned, realizing she was leaving again. “Come back soon!” He said, grasping a hold of her hakama as she stood.

She smiled and nodded, ruffling his dark hair, before looking to her friends. “Be well, houshi.” She said, then nodded to his wife.

As she bent down one last time, she touched the boy’s cheek, and placed the earring in his hands. “This will protect you, and remind you of me when I am not with you, little Miroku.” She vowed, smiling softly before she turned and walked away from the shrine where the family lived without looking back.
She was surprised at how much time had passed since then. Naraku was rumored to have been destroyed – apparently by a miko and a hanyou, although she didn’t follow the stories much. She had been fortunate to avoid that dastardly hanyou when the Shikon no Tama had surfaced. She wanted absolutely –nothing – to do with THAT jewel. “Nothing but trouble.” She muttered under her breath as she crested the hill to her friend’s old shrine home. Coming to a stop at the top, she realized there was a crater she didn’t remember between her and her friend's home. “No…..” She lifted a hand to her mouth, frozen for a moment before hurrying down to the Stone placed in the center and fell to her knees beside it. “……”

That was how she was found at dusk by the current keeper of the shrine.

“Well, I’ll be.” Mused the old drunken priest. “Inubiki.”

Lifting her head, she looked up at the old man, her eyes red from crying. “Mushin, how long?” she asked sadly.

“Not long after we last saw you.” He shook his head sadly and bowed his head, sending a small prayer. “Come up to the shrine. Miroku and his friends are inside celebrating.”

Standing up, she rubbed her nose with her sleeve and sniffled. “Celebrating?” She inquired, confused.

Mushin nodded, smiling as she walked out of the crater with him. “Yes, the destruction of Naraku.”

Unfortunately, in his sloshed state, it took them entering the shrine filled with the happy inu-tashi, the group’s sudden silence.. and seeing not one.. but TWO white haired hanyou for it to dawn on him the similarities between Miroku’s warrior friend who helped end his curse, and the hanyou female who’d known Miroku’s family since the time the curse began.

Inuyasha was on his feet instantly. “Who the hell are---!” but he was cut short, though.

By the sudden movement of his Buddist companion.

TBC...

A/N: Yeah, I know. Another cliffy. This was technically part of Chapter 4. Sorry it's so short. I'll try to update again by the end of the weekend.
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