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A Hunting We Will Go
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Second verse, same as the first...not much lemony fresh scent in this one, but we’ll get to that
next time.
got me to dust off this old story of mine. Just hope we don’t overlap too much.
SCROLL TWO: A HUNTING WE WILL GO...
“You’re going home again?” Inuyasha yelled. Kagome closed her eyes against the vocal gale, then opened them and nodded. “Inuyasha, I’m right here. There’sno need to tell the whole village.” “But you just went home three days ago!” He dropped his voice a notch or two, but still continued as if she had
said nothing. “Gods, Kagome! If you keep heading back, we’re never gonna find Naraku!” “Inuyasha, I have a life!” Kagome protested. “I can’t just leave for months and months, you know.” “Why not?” “Why not?” Kagome repeated in amazement. “Because I have high school exams I have to pass, I need to choose
a good college, and I need to sleep between clean sheets in a nice comfortable bed, that’s why not!” “Feh. Fat lot of good all that’s going to do you when Naraku gets all the jewel shards for himself.” Inuyasha
turned his back on her. “Do what you want. Like I could stop you anyway–you’d just ‘sit’ my ass.” Kagome had to admit Inuyasha had a point; two of them if she included the very real fact that she could indeed ‘sit
his ass’ if she so chose. Though Naraku would always be missing the shards she carried in the little plastic jar in her
backpack, he could recover all the others and become more and more powerful with every one he acquired. Sooner
or later, he would become more powerful than they could handle; at that point, the shards she carried and those
imbedded in the wolf lord Kouga’s legs might be moot points. Still, she couldn’t just abandon her home life...could
she? I’ll think about that later, she told herself. In the meantime, there was an ill-tempered hanyou to deal with.
Kagome decided to compromise: if she couldn’t stay in the Sengoku Jidai, she’d bring it with her–or at least the part
she liked the most. “Inuyasha,” she said sweetly, “why not come back home with me?” His ears twitched. Twice. He turned slowly to her. “Why?” Kagome inwardly sighed. Inuyasha was being purposely difficult, to disguise an obvious eagerness to go through
the well with her. “Why not? It’s only for two days. Surely Musashi’s realm can spare you that long,” she said
sarcastically. Inuyasha was silent for awhile, thinking, his emotions roiling. As tempting as it was to spite Kagome by staying in
his own time, it was only two days. He would get to spend time with her, without having to worry about Shippo’s
whining, or worse, any appearance by Kouga. He would also get some good eating in, though Kagome’s mother had
that tendency towards curry. He looked down the village’s one street, where Miroku walked towards Sango.
Certainly those two were going to be unpleasant to be around. “Well, all right,” he said, making a show of great
reluctance that fooled no one. “Probably need to keep you out of trouble anyway.” Kagome did not reply to that, though she could think of a few things to say. She was just happy that he had agreed
rather than sulk. “Great! I’ll let the others know, and we’ll be off.” “Sure. Meet you at the well.” Inuyasha told himself it was to scout ahead to make sure the coast was clear–the last
thing they needed was the arrival of Naraku’s demon minions or a certain wolf youkai–but in actuality it was to stay
a village’s length away from Sango. Given the fiery looks she had been casting around, it was distinctly unsafe for
males to be in her presence. Kagome watched Inuyasha bound off for a moment, then walked towards her friends. Shippo suddenly bounded
next to her. “Kagome,” he said sadly, “are you leaving?” Well, at least he’s more polite than Inuyasha. “Yes, Shippo, I have to. School things.” Shippo let out a heavy sigh. “I suppose so. I wish I could go.” “Me too,” Kagome said honestly. Shippo would enjoy the future, she thought. Then again, since he occasionally
jumped at his own shadow, some of the sights of modern Tokyo might have him permanently burrowing into her
backpack. “Inuyasha’s going with me.” Shippo made a face, and Kagome shook a finger. “Now, now. Would you
rather have him stomping around here for the next two days?” Shippo had to agree with that one. Inuyasha usually
got very frustrated when Kagome was gone, and tended to take that frustration out on a certain kitsune cub. “The
village will need protection while we’re gone, so I’m relying on you, okay?” Shippo drew himself up to his full height–which was unimpressive–and nodded sagely. “Of course. That’s my
duty, Kagome!” He slumped. “Besides, Miroku and Sango won’t be much fun to be around.” “I know. I’m sorry. Would you tell Kaede I’m leaving? I want her to know.” “Sure.” Shippo turned and walked away, hands behind his back, disconsolately kicking rocks. Kagome stifled a
smile at the sight, then set her face and resumed walking towards Miroku and Sango. Sango was sitting on a stump,
dressed in her black catsuit, checking the bindings on her boomerang. Miroku was standing, well out of range, and
as she came into earshot, Kagome heard the monk saying, “Sango, I apologize. I wasn’t doing that just to irritate
you–it was wrong, and I am indeed sorry–“ ”Roast in hell, houshi,” Sango spat. “Sango, please–“ He broke off his pleading and bowed politely to Kagome. “Good afternoon, Kagome-sama.” “Good afternoon, Miroku-sama.” She returned the bow automatically. “I’m heading home for two days.
Inuyasha’s coming with me. I figured I’d give him something to do rather than make everyone’s lives miserable
around here.” “Good idea,” Miroku replied. He opened his mouth to say something else, then apparently thought better of it.
“Pleasant journey, Kagome-sama.” “Thank you.” Kagome turned to Sango. “Sango-chan, where are you going?” “A half day’s journey west, into the mountains a little. One of the villagers reported a youkai loose in the woods
there, and I thought I would kill it or drive it off before it threatens Kaede’s village.” Kagome glanced at Miroku. “You shouldn’t go alone, Sango.” “I’m not. Kilala’s coming with me. Don’t worry, Kagome-chan, I won’t be gone more than a night myself, if that
long. Besides, right now, Kilala’s all the company I need.” Her voice was edged with steel, and Kagome could see
that Miroku realized who those words had been aimed at. Sango stood, hefted her hiraikotsu, and gave Kagome a
quick hug. “Have a good time and don’t sit Inuyasha too much.” She then walked away, mounted Kilala–who was
now in her full bakeneko form, twelve feet of flaming sabertooth cat–and was off into the cerulean blue sky, not
having said a word to Miroku. Kagome sighed. “Miroku-sama, it might be best if you leave her alone. You made her pretty upset–she just needs
time, that’s all. Hunting down a youkai might be just what it’s in order.” Miroku sighed as well. “Perhaps, Kagome-sama.” He bowed to her again. “Again, pleasant journey–and as
Sango said, don’t sit Inuyasha too much.” Kagome laughed. “I’ll try not to.” She gave Miroku a knowing wink. “Good luck, Miroku-sama.” She returned
his bow and left. Miroku smiled for the first time since the morning. Kagome knew him all too well. He was not going to give up that easily.