InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Fragment of Eternity ❯ Kikyo's Soul ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: Yep, I do own Inu-Yasha! For one whole week! XD Thankies, Saiyan Alma Sol! XD XD XD XD XD

~Inu-Yasha: -_-;~

Author's Note: Hiya! ^_^ How are we all this fine evening? XD I just got the 16th manga in the mail! (Finally!)

XD XD XD XD Hot hanyou heaven, here I come! ^_^_^_^_^_^_^

Anyway- quite a few questions, particularly about Inu-Yasha and the moon. I'll answer this one first, then.

One: Huh? I'm confused about the moon thing. Is he gonna turn human?

Okay- the thing he was thinking in chapter three was more like a poem of sorts than anything. What he's basically communicating in that is that the moon is his only constant in life, and how even that changes. He was asking it to not to fade away yet. And no, I have no plans for a chapter during the new moon, ergo we will not be dealing with human Inu-Yasha.

Two: ::sobs:: This sucks! If Kagome and Inu-Yasha can't touch, how can they kiss?! T_T_T_T_T_T

Come on! Have I ever let you down before? They'll have their moment, I promise. ^_^

Three: ~can you really make kikyo evil in this story and not a "beautiful caring women that was fooled by someone and because of that betrayed inuyasha:"

can you really make her the evil women she should be...? plz~

::sighs:: Why is everyone out to get poor Kikyp?

. . . Oh, yeah, the whole love triangle thing. ^_~

Lol. Anyway, I'll portray her the way I originally planned to. There's really no hard core *bad guys* in this story.

Four: How's publishing If the Slipper Fits going?

^_^;; Okay. I haven't really had a chance to send out any more quires, but I'm workin' on it. Believe me, I'll let you guys know. ^_^

Five: How often do you plan to update?

As often as possible. ^_^

Six: Is this an Inu/Kag fic?

::GASP!::: How could you even ASK that?! I AM A HARD CORE, FIRMLY SET, WANTS-TO-STRANGLE-SESS/KAG & INU/KIK FANS, 1,000,000,000,000,000,000- ::etc, etc, etc:: % INU/KAG SHIPPER! You guys MUST know that after almost 50 Inu/Kag fics!!!!!!

Six: Will you ever write a fic focused on Mir/San?

Maybe. I feel more `connected' with the Inu/Kag romance, so I write mainly about them. ^_^; I dunno.

Seven: In your professional, bishionen-rating opinion, is Naraku worthy to be a bishie?

^_^; My, I don't know! I've never thought about the baboon-man like that. . . ^_^;; But sure, I guess he's okay looking. Fine formed. Good eye shadow.

Eight: Do you know Midoriku's manga eye color?

I'm sorry- who? I think you mean the priestess who (accidentally) formed the jewel, but I think her name is spelt differently. . .

Anyway, I'm sorry, but no. ^_^;

(And don't worry about the Cinderella story thing- I wasn't planning on filing plagiarism or anything. ^_^ ::laughs:: A little while ago I saw one of my readers had a story up called `Kagorella' or something like that and I clicked into it out of curiosity and the AN was talking about how they didn't know where they got the idea from. And there I sat, in my computer chair, coughing loudly. ^_~ ::giggles:: But I'm not filing on them, either- I trust you guys not to copy.)

Nine: Gods! I already have people asking when this fic is gonna be over! Do you all want to see the ending that badly?! I just started! Give me a chance! ^_~

Okay, I think that's it. ^_^; (¬_¬; At least, I HOPE that's it. . .)

Please enjoy! XD

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~Fragment of Eternity~

Chapter Five: Kikyo's Soul

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"All right, we need a new tactic," Sango announced briskly over breakfast the next morning, watching Inu-Yasha glide aimlessly through the dying garden out back, oblivious to the weather. Harsh autumn wind pounded against the walls of the shine home, making it creak and groan in protest. "We're simply not getting anywhere by just *asking* him."

"Oh, give him time," Miroku replied casually, buttering a piece of toast and popping a grape into his mouth. "He's probably unused to people around at ALL- much less people trying to make friendly conversation with him."

"We don't *have* time!" his wife snapped, banging a fist on the table and making her fifth cup of coffee rattle.

She was not a morning person.

. . .

Nor was she really much of an afternoon or night person, either.

But despite that- and despite Miroku's- er- less than chivalrous behavior sometimes, Kagome was very quickly finding herself dread the day they left. They were very nice company, and she didn't want to be left alone in this house with Inu-Yasha.

Of course, they promised to have the ghost out before they left, but. . .

They would have to leave for home once and a while, wouldn't they? Better point that out. . .

"She's right," the charcoal haired girl agreed quietly, tiredly stirring her oatmeal.

. . . So sleepy. . .

She'd barley slept at all last night, even after the midnight chat. Too much to think about, wonder about, worry about. . .

Now she could barely keep her thoughts together.

"You guys do have other jobs with other people. You can't just stay here and help me forever."

"I guess you're right," the man sighed after a moment, taking a deep swig from his mug of hot chocolate. "Besides, if we stay, we'll probably eat you out of house and home." He winked cheerfully, but Kagome was only able to smile weakly (and sleepily) in return.

A silence blanketed them all, only broken by the loud breezes outside.

"If only we had something- ONE THING about his past. . ." Sango suddenly sighed. "Just one. . . Then we could dig something up."

Kag blinked.

Wait. . .

"Hey, I think I might have something," she piped, rubbing her eyes and releasing her grasp on her spoon.

?


The couple glanced over at her, surprised.

"Huh?" the magenta eyed girl frowned. "If you knew something, why didn't you say so before?"

"'Cause I didn't know until last night."

. . .

??

"What? How- - -"

"Never mind," Kagome quickly cut her off. "But. . . He mentioned someone. . ."

The stormy eyed female frowned, racking her brain.

God, who was it again. . . ? She was so tired, it was kind of hard to recall many clear memories. . .

Only. . .

~"Keh. She was a bitch," he spat. "Even more so than you."~

Who was it again. . . ?

If she was only a little bit better with names!

"Well?" Miroku pressed. "What was it?"

"Not what- who. K-something. . ." Kag mumbled, kneading her forehead with a fist. "Ki. . . no. . . Kiki. . . no, that wasn't- - -

Oh! Yeah!" she blinked, snapping her fingers. "Kikyo!"

"Kikyo, huh?" Sango repeated slowly, lifting a spoon full of Cherrios to her lips. "Hmm. Well, we'll just have to look around for some info on her. Do you have any phone books? Newspapers?"

Phone books? Newspapers? Did they want to contact her?


"Um- - -" Kagome tied to interrupt. No, they couldn't. . . There was something else about her- something important- that would prevent that. Something that her tired brain just couldn't recall. . . .

"Good idea," Miroku told his wife, patting her- - -

*SHATTER!*

Cold milk and Cherrio O's dribbled down the man's collar as he was pierced with an icy magenta glare; his head ringing from a blow over the head with her cereal bowl.


"Don't start with me, lech," his wife snarled. "It's still too early."

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Inu-Yasha watched, unseen and silent, from the wooden foyer as the three morons dug up every phone book, newspaper, and directory they could find. Though their work took them into the late afternoon, Sango looked determined, Miroku looked cheerful, and the bitch- - -

For a long time she looked like she was trying to remember something.

She really was an absent minded wench, wasn't she?

Keh.

"So, do you know this `Kikyo's last name?" the male was asking, flipping through a thick volume full of yellow pages.

The ghost's ears twitched as his eyes widened.

`Kikyo- - - ?!

What the- - - ?!'

"No, but guys," Kagome began, sounding slightly desperate, "there's something you might want to know about this Ki- - -"

"Never mind, Kag," Sango interrupted, smiling at her new friend. "We can find her without the last name, I suppose."

"But- - - !"

"Why don't you try to think of other sources we could use?"

"Guys- - -!"

"Kikyo isn't a very common name, is it?" the violet eyed man murmured to himself, leafing through the book. "I bet we'll find her phone number soon. Then we can ask her about- - -"

"But guys!" the stormy eyed girl yelled, making the pair look up as she banged her fists on the table. "You're not GOING to find her in there!"

. . . ?


"Huh? Why not?" Sango asked, brow wrinkling in curiosity.

"Because," Kag sighed, half glad that she now remembered and half irritated at the information she was about to give, "she's dead!"

. . .

"Well, that rules out calling her, doesn't it?" Miroku commented lightly, gently closing the yellow pages.

"But it doesn't rule out finding info on her," the female exterminator pointed out. "We could still contact her kin and ask how she died. I don't think the paper would have much on her," she murmured, more to herself than to anyone else. "They tend to avoid mentioning anything going on on this side of town."

"Hey- You think maybe she and Inu-Yasha died together?" the man suddenly inquired, glancing at the two around him for opinions.

"That wouldn't make sense," Kagome frowned. "If they died together, why isn't she here, too?"

"She could have moved on. . ." he covered doubtfully. "But I guess you're right. `Sides, if they had died together and she had moved on, why didn't he decide to follow?"

Grr. . .


Inu-Yasha felt his fists clench at his side, setting his jaw so he wouldn't start screaming and alert the mortals to his presence.

"It sounded like he hated her," Kag murmured, running a hand through her hair. "Perhaps he's trying to avoid her in the afterlife?"

`But wait. . .' she then thought, brow furrowing. `This makes no sense. If he hated her, why would he have acted like he did. . . ? Looked at me like that . . . ?

. . .

Why DID he look at me like that?!'

. . .

"Kag, do you know *when* she died?" Sango's voice was saying, pulling the other female out of her thoughts. "'Cause you know, just because she died doesn't mean they kicked it at the same time. Inu-Yasha died young- we know that for a fact. But she might have died an old, married woman. Or just an old woman. Hell- for all we know she could have been his mother."

Mother. . .?!


Kagome's nose wrinkled as she poured herself some hot chocolate. "I REALLY don't think so."

"It was just a thought!" the other girl defended, waving her hands as she smiled nervously. Then she went back to being solemn. "But seriously- we can't jump to any conclusions. We have to ask someone who knew her- or both of them- what happened."

"But who?" Kag sighed, resting her elbows on the table and her head in her hands. "All I know about is Kikyo- and I know just about nothing about her as it is."

"And it's obvious that Inu-Yasha is *not* planning to help us," Miroku nodded.

`Damn straight,' the hanyou thought, lip curling as he continued to spy.

"But," the man continued, "there is someone who can help. At least, I think- and hope- can help."

"Really?" the ebony haired girl blinked, intrigued. "Who?"

"Kikyo."

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. . .

"Excuse me?" Kagome said slowly. "I thought we just discussed this! Kikyo is *DEAD*!"

"Dead but not gone," Sango replied, nodding at her husband. "This may be the only way for us to exorcise Inu-Yasha."

"What are you going to do?" the collage student questioned.

"Bare in mind that this is powerful magic and that we would not usually choose to perform it- - -"

"What are you going to do?!"

"But in this case. . ."

"HELLO!" Kag yelled, slamming an empty mug onto the table with a loud *BAM!*. "What the hell are you going to do?!"

The male exorsist looked up at her, unfazed by her outburst.


"We," he told her calmly, "are going to resurrect Kikyo's soul."

. . .

"*WHAT?!*"

The three mortals whipped around in shock as Inu-Yasha soared angrily into the kitchen, amber eyes flashing.

Uh oh. . .

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"What the HELL did you just say?!" the spirit hissed, sending the phone books slamming against the wall with a sweep of his arm. "IT BETTER NOT BE WHAT I THOUGHT!"

"We're going to resurrect Kikyo's soul," Sango repeated, shrugging. "*You* won't help us, so. . ."

"NO!" he barked, more furious than they had ever seen. "*NO*! You will NOT! YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!"

The dishes in the cupboard started to rattle, their clattering unerringly evident even over the screaming wind.

"Has anyone else ever seen `Carrie'. . . ?" Miroku whispered to the other humans.

Kagome ignored him, instead taking a step closer to the spirit.

He snapped his cold glare upon her. It was so sharp she could almost feel it puncturing her skin.

Still, she could understand his anger. . .

"Inu-Yasha," she murmured soothingly, "calm down. . ."

"I WILL NOT!" he roared, leering down at the girl with such ferocity that even the exorcists winced.

But Kag held her ground, staring firmly back up at him.

"You're being irrational," she told him, much like a mother would tell a tantrum-throwing two year old. "They're just trying to help you!"

"I don't WANT to be helped!" he yelled, tearing up the newspapers with a swipe of his hands. "I WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE!"

"Inu-Yasha. . ."

"STOP BUTTING INTO MY DEATH! JUST GO!"

Turning on his heel, he stormed away- the mugs on the table bursting as he did so- spraying them all with lukewarm cocoa.

. . .

"I don't think he likes the idea," Miroku casually relayed the obvious, wiping his sopping face with an equally moist napkin.

Sango rolled her eyes, lightly clipping her husband over the head. "You think?"

Kagome did not respond to either. She only watched as Inu-Yasha disappeared through the door; the pieces of shred newspaper slowly floating to the ground.

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"No," Inu-Yasha continued to whisper as he stomped to his tree, oblivious to the wind as it whipped through him. "No. . . !"

No-

No- -

No- - -

No!

He couldn't deal with that-

Their plan.

Their stupid, stupid plan!

He didn't even want to think about it.

Grr. . .


They didn't understand! They'd NEVER understand!

He'd rather die again than face HER!

"No," he hissed, leaping into his tree as the clouds rumbled with far away thunder. "No. . .

Kikyo. . ."

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"Do you think it will work?" Sango sighed, buttoning up her PJ top as she and her husband crawled into bed, flicking off the lights.

"Resurrecting that girl's spirit? Yes," Miroku yawned. "Why wouldn't it?"

"Well, one, we've done this before. Two, it's a very complex spell. And three, we need either the reincarnation of Kikyo or her kin to perform said spell," the girl replied dully. "How will we find one of those?"

"Don't worry," her husband murmured, smiling sleepily. "It'll work out."

Sango frowned.


"You always say that," she mumbled, sounding slightly irritated. "It's rather annoying."

"I'm always right."

"That's what's annoying."

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around his wife. "Just get some rest. We'll talk more in the morning."

"All right," Sango sighed again, closing her eyes as she drifted off. "G'night."

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The weather was still terrible, even this long after sunset. It didn't look like it was planing on getting any better, either.

Not that it really mattered for a ghost, but icky weather was still icky weather.

Grumbling quietly, he finally leapt out of his tree- stretching and scratching his ears.

Everyone would be asleep by now. . .

Good.

He wouldn't have to deal with their continuos whining. Their stupid plans. Kikyo.

. . .

Growling at himself for allowing that BITCH to poison his thoughts, he glided into the house, slowly coming to a stop in the living room- before the painting.


The painting of himself.

. . .

Ripping his golden orbs away, he quickly averted his gaze out the window-

And there his eyes stayed.

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Kagome lay on her bed, eyes on the ceiling as the minutes crawled by.

`Inu-Yasha. . .

Why are you so dead set against meeting Kikyo again?

Why don't you tell us what happened?

Why are you so secretive?

What are you trying to protect? Her memory?

Or yourself. . . ?

Inu-Yasha. . .'

~"Who knows what kind of memories our prying will dig up? They may be painful."~

She sighed, rolling to her side and hugging her pillow to her face.

"This is stupid," she mumbled, chewing the inside of her cheeks and squeezing her eyes shut. `Why should I care about him, anyway? He's just a rude, insensitive jerk."

But. . .

She couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Maybe it was just the sort of person she was. She couldn't help but WANT to help him.

. . .

Curse her and her kind hearted personality.

Her eyes fluttered half open once again as she stared into space.

~"Keh. She was a bitch," he spat. "Even more so than you."~

. . .

This was ridiculous. She should just go to sleep. Forget about that dumb ghost.

Yes.

. . .

No.

She slowly sat up, rubbing the back of her head and wrapping her blanket around her shoulders.

She needed to find him.

She needed to talk to him.


She needed to know.

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I'll try to update soon- the next chapter should be sorta short, unless I decide to merge it with chapter 7. ^_^;

Ah well, I'll think about it later.


Hope you enjoyed! ^_^

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Ja ne!