Kagome of the Silenced by Mimiru

Brutal Aftermath

I'm back folks! And so is Kagome of the Silenced, just to let you all know this is going through a rewrite. I wasnt happy with the old version and decided to scrap it (sorry :( ) i left a lot of plot holes and a rewrite/complete scrap of the old version was the only thing i could think of.

This version will also be Beta'd by the lovely RogueRobin

Story Dedication: to sugar0o for the awesome idears and RogueRobin for betaing!

ENJOY MY MADNESS!!

The angry tempest of the roaring winds battered the broken form of a young woman lying on her stomach in the midst of a field. The tangled mass of black that was her hair stuck to her forehead, neck, and back where four claw marks marred her originally pale and flawless flesh. Bangs shielding her eyes from view where the dried tracks of tears long shed had wiped her bloody and dirt crusted face clean. Lips parted as her listless eyes stared without a center of focus, a passerby would’ve mistaken the woman to be dead. The only things that signaled the life  still within her was the faintly bleeding wound as the blood crusted and began to scab, that and the small amount of breath that was still within her body.

Her eyes began to focus in on something, blinking a few times to clear the bleariness from her gaze, the young miko’s empty stare hones in on a small bloody figure lying no more than 10 feet away from her still position. Eyes widening in small realization her lips crack and bleed as they move without a sound, tears beginning to gather as she tries to call the name of the child. Only to realize that her voice had left her, her breathing would pick up as a strangled and silent sob escapes her. The child looked to be no more than 10; the wounds adorning his small body were fresh, still bleeding. His vibrant red hair was stained with blood, his little back paws were cut, and the pads split no doubt from the dodging and slipping on the rocks that had been beneath him. Even his puffy tan tail had not been spared and was marred with blood and the fur was in thick mats and just as bloodstained as the miko’s back.

Swallowing the blood and bile rising up in her throat, a silent and strangled cry finally bubbles its way from her throat. Fresh tears spill from her ocean colored eyes like an overflowing bucket, mixing with the blood and dirt creating a terrible smelling mud that was repulsive to both human and inhuman noses. But the young woman could care not at the moment, using what strength that was left in her body she’d drag her broken form managing to become within an arm and a hands reach away from the tiny figure that lay with her on the field. A double syllable name is mouthed over and over as if the woman tried to call out to the child. With no avail or use of her own voice, she found the point to be rather moot. Crying harder as her heart broke, shattered, and then finally met a tragic and rather painful end. 

With a weak and shaking arm, she reaches out to the child. Mouthing silent pleas and cries as she gently pulls the little one close to her body. Relief flooded her when she felt the still beating heart of the little kit that she held. His body all but shutting down to heal and make up for the blood loss that he was suffering from. Closing her eyes in gratitude to whomever was watching over them, the little miko manages to roll onto her side with a silent grunt of pain, and wraps both arms around the small fox kit. Ignoring the pain in her back as the gashes reopened and more blood spilled forth from them, she would curl around the much smaller body in hopes of keeping him warm. Swallowing again she saw a variety of little black spots beginning to cloud her vision as it became distorted, fuzzy and started to tunnel. Her head would come to rest on a soft part of the grass. Eyes rolling and closing, the injured woman knew nothing else as her world was devoured by the darkness.

 The stale scent of blood, sweat, and tears were enough to make even the great taiyoukai inwardly cringe and slightly wrinkle his nose. It was a pungent scent, one that were so familiar that it made his stomach roll. It took every ounce of self control that he had not to become reacquainted with what he had eaten earlier that day. With a glance backwards he would look to his retainer, ward, and beast of burden “Stay” watching with an almost satisfied stare, he would continue onwards alone. No one had to see the sight he was about to bear witness to, no one.

Following the increasingly powerful scents of fox kit and human miko, the lord would feel his eyes narrowing in silent suspicion. Stopping only when his boot clad feet reached the edge of the clearing where the two lay. Eyes scanning for a moment to see if whatever caused this was still out and about, with a quick sniff, he decided that whatever or whomever had done this was long gone, their scent faded from the area.

Going to their side he’d stand over the woman and child with an expressionless face, he would take a knee. Reaching a tentative hand out, he would brush the hair away from the woman’s face only to recoil slightly when the face of his brother’s woman met his cold amber gaze. Eyes narrowing he’d begin to glance about once more, sniffing slightly for any sign that his brother was to arrive with the rest of the motley group that was his pack. Lips twitching in disgust once it became apparent that the vile half breed wasn’t going to be returning or coming to get his human wench and the young kit.

Getting to his feet once again he would turn and begin to make his way back to his own pack, keen on leaving the dying duo to their fate. They were not his problem, and frankly the thought of touching what had belonged to his brother utterly repulsed him. However; his ears were met by a rather unhappy double growl.

“Hn?” Amber eyes would meet that of his two headed beast of burden, scowling slightly he was annoyed that the creature had disobeyed a direct order from its master “You were to remain behind” he’d say reaching out to seize the reigns of the disobedient creature, only for one of them to snap angrily at his hand while the other growls and gestures to the dying woman and child “What? You wish for this Sesshoumaru to care for what belongs to the trash?” he questioned. His answer was met by Ah nodding and Un confirming such with a grunt.

“This Sesshoumaru will not, the girl is not my concern and neither is the child that she cares for” he would say reaching for the reigns again only for Un to bite him and Ah growling angrily at him. Really this was all rather ridiculous in Sesshoumaru’s opinion “What use could the girl be to this Sesshoumaru?” watching with mild fascination as the creature walks over to the two lying lifelessly in the grass. Ah would gesture to the wounds that woman bore on her back as Un nudged the girl gently in the youkai lord’s direction.

“Hn, you wish for this Sesshoumaru to care for the woman and kit?” this was getting old fast, but it was clear that the double headed dragon would not stand to leave the two behind. Conceding with an agitated sigh the lord turns and walks away “Do what you wish, but the moment they become a hindrance this Sesshoumaru will dump the girl and her charge in the nearest village” the dragon seemed happy that the lovely woman was coming along for the ride. So as gently as he could manage, Ah would lift the woman onto their back as Un made sure that the fox wasn’t going to fall. Adjusting them gently the creature would follow after their Lord with a bit of a happier aura and feeling about them, rather proud that they finally won an argument against the normally stubborn and unfeeling Lord of the West.