The Passing Of Love Through Time (An InuYasha FanFiction)

A Step Foward?

Hello everybody! I finished this on my free day in English. Midterms are coming up fast and I may have to take a temporary leave. My school is doing Dracula as the winter drama and everything is hectic. I love you all and I woke you like this chapter.

The mountain was growing closer to the traveling group but at a seemingly, painfully slow pace. But also as they drew closer, the sky drew darker. They finally stopped a couple hours after nightfall to make camp after continuous complaining from the monk until InuYasha agreed to make camp with a “Feh”.

They had started a fire and were finishing their meal of fire-roasted fish when the monk tried to strike up a conversation after an unsettling silence started to form.

“Is it just me or does the mountain seem farther away then intended?” Miroku asked.

“I have.” Sango began, “From the River it only seemed like a day’s journey or less. But now that we’re on the road at full speed, it’s been a day and seems like we’ve hardly made any progress.”

“I think it’s a trap.” InuYasha said suddenly. Both Miroku and Sango looked at the half-demon with a curious expression.

“How so?” The monk questioned.

“If the mountain is really that far away, then how can I pick up the scent of Kagome and that girl?”

“That’s a good point.” The slayer said and Kirara meowed from her position on her lap.

“So does she want to find her? Or is the distance of the mountain just an illusion, and we’ve been running around in circles like a bunch of idiots?”

You have many good points InuYasha. But the only way to find out is to continue and see if anything sets off.” Sango and InuYasha nodded in agreement. “But for now let’s get some sleep and start early tomorrow morning. Okay?” He suggested as he pulled Sango closer to him.

“Alright, guess that’s the plan.” InuYasha put out the fire, then selected the closets tree and got comfortable in its branches. Miroku and Sango cuddled against the trunk of the same tree, with Kirara purring in Sango’s lap. The threesome quickly fell asleep while InuYasha stayed awake.

He looked down at the sleeping couple as they cuddled closer to each other when a chilly wind blew. Because of his demon blood he did not loose body heat, but his heart still felt cold and empty. Like a part of it was taken away.

The wind blew, carrying the familiar scent of his mate tainted with the scent of roses. Kagome once told his that giving someone a rose was showing him or her that you loved him or her. But after this journey was over, he will never think the same about roses again. InuYasha soon fell asleep with thoughts of holding Kagome again in his arms once again cloud his mind.

The entire group was sleeping peacefully and soundly. So soundly no one noticed the mountain move 5 miles closer without a sound. Or the presents of a dark being watching over them.

. . .

“Aw, look they’re all sleeping.” Rose muttered to herself as she watched the group though the levitating crystal. “Tomorrow InuYasha, your head shall be mounted on my wall.” She turned herself around to look at her thorn-covered walls covered in the heads of all her victims. Her favorite was the head of a beautiful women, she had very long, healthy black hair and natural beauty. She had fun killing that one. She didn’t scream much, but put up quite a fight.

She was planning on giving the head to her sister as a gift, soon after she has found out from other demons that her sister had been murdered by that confounded half-demon InuYasha.

But soon she shall seek to complete her revenge.