InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Blood of the Soul ❯ Chapter 5

The Blood of the Soul

Chapter 5

 

Disclaimer: If I owned Inu-Yasha then I'd be wealthy. But I don't own anything other than this plot.

 

A/N: NO STEALING!! I think it is sad and pathetic when peeps can't make up their own stories. Oh, ignore my spelling, it could be worst. Now on with the fic!!!

 

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Sabrina's P.O.V.

I went dutifully to my room and decided to take a cat nap. I figured Lord Sesshomaru would be here soon anyway. I might as well stay in my clothes. I put the sword on the floor next to my bed and lay still. I let my body relax and controlled my breathing. I put my self into a deep sleep, and was soon dreaming.

 

~Dream~

 

Why was I having a dream, was something wrong in the other world? Was I dead? The flow of time is always different each time I go between worlds. I still haven't even located my grandmother in this world.

 

I walked through a swirling mist. It clung to me in tiny droplets that grew in size until my hair and clothes stuck to my skin. It soon became too hard to move. The mist swirled away and I was left watching my younger self.

 

“You arrogant ass, I'm not talking to you anymore.” I could hear myself mentally say.

 

“No don't leave,” a male voice seemed to whisper in my mind. I could detect a sudden shift in his mind, and he changed moods again. “I don't need you, I don't need anyone. I won't talk to you again.”

 

With that the mind link snapped close, causing a pain to explode into my younger self's head. I watched as my younger self fell to her knees in the middle of the court yard. She never realized her father's servants were rushing to her, and seconds later she was wrapped in the arms of her father's tight embrace.

 

I remembered now. I didn't realize it was my dad who took me to my room and I slept through the pain for two whole weeks. I knew that the mind link was disconnected and caused me pain. I had been able to talk to the boy until he disconnected link.

 

I snapped out of my memories. It seemed I had known the guy since us where young. In human years he appeared to be 16, when in youkai years he was 48 years old. I searched deeper into my memories.

 

The mist swirled around in front of me, and then cleared to show another memory.

 

I watched as two forms appeared outside Sesshomaru's house in the same field where we fought. The figures became more distinct and I could make out a younger version of me and a youkai boy. He looked around 10 in human years, so that had to mean he was about 30 in youkai years. I myself appeared 8 in human years and 24 in youkai years.

 

I remembered now, the boys mother was murdered a few weeks before this memory took place. He had Sesshomaru's hair and face, but as the mist brought the image closer I saw the boy had green eyes. I guess over time his eyes had changed color to the golden hue his older self now possesses.

 

I watched on as my child self's lip trembled and tears welled in her eyes. The little lord just looked straight at her, his green eyes remained cold. His body was paralyzed.

 

“Its ok sessy-chan. I'm sorry; I don't know how I used my poison. I don't know how to heal it the way you do. I have my own way though.”

 

I watched as my younger self extended a claw, and cut deeply into the pad of her paw. Yeah . . . when I was younger I had cat paws, because I couldn't control some of my powers back then. She pressed it to Sesshomaru's wound. Awhile later, she was pulled roughly away from Sesshomaru by an angry father.

 

I could remember what happened after that. Sesshomaru's father had thrown me away from Sesshomaru. I was slammed into a wall some hundred feet back and broke my shoulder.

 

My dad came out and picked me up. “Lord InuTashio, please calm down and let us discuss this.”

I watched from my father's arms as InuTashio's eyes narrowed.

 

Sesshomaru's father escorted his son, my father and I to his study.

 

My dad barely put me down in a chair before Lord InuTashio began yelling. The dream picked up from there and I was actually in the body of my childhood self.

 

I had my hand on my shoulder to keep it still. The chair I was huge compared to me. Sesshomaru was in a chair about six feet from me and it was turned at an angle.

 

Sesshomaru's father started yelling at my father, “This was planed wasn't it!” He then turned to me before my father could answer and yelled at me. “I hope you aren't in league with your father! You will pay for this!!!”

 

To Be Continued . . .

 

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