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"Kaze no Kizu!"
InuYasha's voice was harsh, almost a scream as he slammed the huge sword to the ground and five fingers of light raced towards the monster moving towards him. The oni, red and horned, but not too bright, blinked, and in the last second before the light wrapped around him, decided to throw his club at his attacker. Suddenly, he was engulfed, and with a dreadful moan, burst into an explosion of light followed by a rain of red and fleshy fragments.
InuYasha, after slamming his sword down, totally ignored the oni's end, fixing his eyes on the club as
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Rejection
They didn't usually use the main roads when traveling cross country. There were fewer people to ask questions and fewer looks. But today, they had come down the road to a small shop along the way where they had all stopped before, and in the past had been welcome.
The hostess, an older woman who remembered them from previous stops, served them graciously, but a monk who had been sitting in the room stood up and left the moment they entered. This did not go by the small, bright-eyed child who watched the man as he left.
"Mama, why did he look at me lik
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The house was dark, lit only by the red coals in the fire pit. InuYasha snugged the blanket around his sleeping wife with his right arm, while holding his daughter on his left hip.
That done, he moved a little away from the sleeping woman to sit beside the fire pit , and, cradling her in his lap, "What am I gonna do with you, little flower, keeping your mama up so late? You must have worn her out, cause after she fed you, she fell right back asleep."
The baby crammed a fist in her mouth. He touched a strand of her silver hair, ran a fingertip over the flap of one s
The Gift
InuYasha sat cross-legged in the shade beneath a tree behind his house. It was a warm spring day, but he ignored the vista before him, and looked down at the small bundle he held very carefully in his arms.
You know, little guy, you gave your mama a really hard time getting here. That was like the hardest night of my life. He blew through his white bangs. She worked so hard and it hurt, bad. I could hear it and smell it, but I couldnt do anything about it. Its a womans mystery, they told me, and there wasnt anything I could do. They wouldnt even let me get anywhere n
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Manual Dexterity
InuYasha, his mood dark, sat down next to the fire pit and stared down at his hands, palm down, resting on his thighs. The hands were large, capable and showed the things he did with them. He was not sure how happy he was with what they revealed. The knuckles were callused from the use he had put them to, a fighters hands. He wiggled his fingers and watched the rise and fall of the claw tips as they moved. Hands that could kill, and did so. A predators hands.
Kagome walked into the room, fresh from her bath, wearing only her soft blue