InuYasha Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Reload Gunlock Fan Fiction ❯ Kali's Revenge ❯ Down With Her Love ( Chapter 1 )

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Her hand trembled as she held the blade over her wrist. The pain in her heart had become unbearable, and she needed a release. A tiny cut, that's all it would take. That's all it had to be. The proof was already there on her arm . . . but her will, her resolve, had weakened with each cut, with each drop of blood that poured from her.

'I can't do this,' she sobbed to herself. 'I just can't . . . the pain . . . it keeps coming back . . . it always comes back . . .'

The knife dropped to the ground as tears welled up in scarlet eyes. She lowered her head as hot rivulets rolled down her cheeks.

'There has to be a better way . . . some way to kill this pain . . . the pain that he caused . . .'

As the tears came forth, she took a moment to reflect on why she was in her predicament, the reason for every woman's pain. A male . . . the one she had sworn to love for all times.

He'd been a bit of a sweet-talker . . . that had been what had attracted her to him. That and his looks. He'd had a well-toned, slender body, shimmering blue hair, and the darkest of eyes . . . she had often got lost in those fathomless depths. Then, one day, something had changed. He had changed. Gone was the sweet-talker and gorgeous man from before. At least to her, he had stopped being so sweet.

'He was sure sweet to that girl, though,' she thought, anger rising within her. 'In fact, I could have sworn he said those words to me . . . once . . .'

She stared at the blade for a little while longer, her tears drying as she did so. Her pain started to recede away . . . or maybe she had finally become numb to it. She couldn't tell which. But the blade . . . she couldn't tear her eyes away from it. An idea started to form in her mind, an idea for revenge. Not against him . . . there was no way she could take action against him. He'd somehow managed to veil himself from her.

'But I can find him,' she thought. 'I can bring him back to me . . . if only to make him squirm for what he did . . .'

A vision came to her, a vision of eight men bound in a circle. Their faces, their handsome faces, were quite clear to her . . . as was their anguish.

'He favours them . . .'

She jumped to her feet, her gaze snapping forward.

'I know what to do . . .'

Leaving the blade on the floor, she hurried out. She had to prepare . . . for their deaths.

* * *

“Come on, Inuyasha! We're leaving!”

“Just a moment!” the silver-haired hanyou shouted, more than irritated. His foot had gotten snagged in something and it had started to cut into his skin. The more he wriggled his foot to free, the more it cut into his ankle. As far as he was concerned, they could wait just a little while longer.

He had started to bend to release his ankle when Kagome's voice rang loud and clear.

“Inuyasha . . . sit, boy!”

He felt the all-too-familiar tug of the rosary around his neck then his entire body slammed into the ground. Whatever had caught his ankle bit deeper at that moment as well, causing him to bite back his angry retort.

“Let's go!” Kagome shouted.

Inuyasha raised his head, his prone form seething with anger.

“I can't, you stupid wench! My foot's stuck!” he growled.

“What? Why didn't you say so?!” she scolded as she came running towards him, Miroku and Sango following right behind her.

“Because you didn't ask,” Inuyasha retorted, using one of her more recent and favourite comebacks.

“Ha ha, very funny,” Kagome scowled, kneeling next to him. He pushed himself up on all fours, scooting back to ease the pain in his ankle.

“Inuyasha, hold still!” Sango commanded. Let out an exasperated sigh, Inuyasha complied Not that he had much of a choice, anyway. His leg had started to go numb at the ankle, and was beginning to work its way up to his knee.

“How bad is it?” Kagome inquired, peering back at the taijiya and houshi.

“Whatever it is, it's cut into his ankle," Sango replied. “It goes deeper with every move he makes. If we're not careful, he could end up losing his foot.”

“What's cutting into him?” the young miko inquired quietly, concern lacing her tone.

“I don't know,” came the reply. “I can't see anything.”
“Neither can I,” Miroku chimed in. “I don't even see anything on the ground that would indicate he's even caught.”

“Yet he's caught.”

“Hai.”

Inuyasha opened his mouth to say something - it felt like hair around his ankle, after all - when a light breeze had picked up, carrying with it two very familiar scents. On instinct, he let out a deep, angry growl.

“Inuyasha? What is it?”

“Kouga,” he muttered. “And Sesshomaru. They're both coming this way”

“Oh no,” Kagome moaned. “Not now. Please not now.”

A whirlwind appeared in the distance at that moment just as Sesshomaru came into sight. Seconds later, Kouga, the leader of the wolf demon tribe, came to a stop in front of Kagome. He automatically swooped her into his arms and began his usual barrage of meaningless words, Inuyasha giving the wolf death glares. However, the moment his brother reached them, Inuyasha began to feel strange. Light-headed, as it were, like he'd lost a lot of blood.

'But I haven't,' he thought as his vision began to swim. He shook his head . . . which only made the light-headedness worse.

“Inuyasha? Are you all right?” Sango inquired.

“`m fine,” he slurred. “Just get that damn thing off me.”

“Aww, did the poor little mutt-face get caught in a trap?” Kouga taunted.

“Shut up, Kouga,” Kagome snapped. “This is serious!”

“Whatever,” the wolf laughed.

“Indeed it is,” Sesshomaru intoned. “It is no laughing matter. Especially since you are caught, too, wolf. As is the monk . . . and myself.”

Inuyasha didn't bother to lift his head at the cries of shock. His stomach had started to ache and his arms felt weak. With a soft whimper, he collapsed to the ground . . .

* * *

 

'Suffer . . . they all need to suffer . . . because he favours them . . . I know he does . . .'

 

* * *

“How the hell did we get into this mess?”

 

Sanzo looked around, his face scrunched into a scowl. He and his friends had somehow gotten caught by . . . well, he didn't know. They were caught. It was that simple. And they weren't the only ones. Four other males, two with silver hair and the other two with dark hair. All of them were bound to the floor, their arms stretched. Each of them wore a brightly coloured kimono, each with golden kanji embroidered onto the fabric. What each stood for, Sanzo couldn't quite tell.

 

“I'm not entirely sure myself,” Hakkai murmured.

 

Soft moans were heard throughout the room as those still unconscious began to regain it. Sanzo lifted his head up some. Maybe the four strangers had a better idea as to what was going on. Before he had the chance to ask them, however, someone entered the room.

 

“Gentlemen,” a female voice exclaimed. “So good to see you've finally awakened. My name is Kali . . . and I'll be the one to take your life.”