InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Convention of Killers ❯ Chapter 2: Escape (Part 1) ( Chapter 2 )

A/n: Another chapter as I promised! Mwahahaha! For those of you who don’t like me killing them off...Hm...I’m evil! Sorry it’s a tad bit late.

Dedications: vivian-Thanks for the support and the idea, as I stated before this story’s for you! However this chapter I have another dedication to make to:

Kura-kun’s-lovr: Thank you for the advice and suggestions, hope to talk to you more.

And a special thanks to all my reviewers!

*Convention of Killers*

By: Kage Otome (Shadow Maiden)

Chapter 2: Escape (Part 1)

That would most definitely leave a mark. A guard charged her, she being only 5’3 easily slid between his legs before boosting up on her arms, in a handstand, wrapping her legs around his neck and flipping him, backwards, over her, slamming him into the ground. Flipping up she froze the spear midair, turned it and delivered it back into the guard who’d thrown it, using her heightened psychokinetic and telekinetic powers. Suddenly the door blew open and guards with flame-throwers stood in the doorway, about to release a wave of fire upon her. Great.

“No you fools! She’s a--”

Sharan didn’t get the chance to finish as the wind swirled around her and she willed the flames into the shape of a skull, with a snake wrapped around and inside of it, her symbol, and released it upon the stunned guards. She smirked, her eyes gleaming with something dark and cruel.

“You should’ve listened to your prince.” Her voice was soft and cultured, transforming from it’s utterly disrespectful tone previously.

Turning to Sharan, various weapons from the now dead guards began hurling themselves at Sharan. She was once again using her ‘power’. She tilted her head to the side and quickly darted toward the door, she slammed into it as it closed behind Sharan. Snarling she removed her gloves and placed her hands against the large door.

‘Open.’

‘Open.’

The walls shuttered and began to shake and crumble.

‘Open.’

“Open.” The last one was spoken, the door flew open, she growled encountering another door. This one magically enhanced against her type of power. She’d need to use someone else to open the door. Turning she narrowed her eyes, wondering who she should take a chance with. It wasn’t until she felt the tugging of her hakama’s did she look down to the little girl. She grinned a gapped tooth smile up at Kagome. Kagome almost stepped back, startled. Blinking at the girl she cocked her head to the side, her long silky locks falling down in front of her to tickle the child's cheek.

“Rin is Rin. Who’s pretty lady?” She asked with innocence that could only come from a child. She noticed ‘Sesshoumaru’ stiffen. Kagome hesitated. ‘Did the girl not hear Sharan introduce me?’

“Kagome.”

“Kagome-sama will free the others, won’t you?” Rin asked looking up at her with big doe eyes. Kagome winced.

“I have no need of them.”

“Please!” Rin pleaded, giving her watery puppy eyes. Kagome visibly flinched this time.

“Please free Rin’s Sesshoumaru-sama!” Rin asked with pleading eyes.

Carefully she willed the chains around her hands to break, they did. She approached ‘Lord Sesshoumaru’ and gave him the once over. Perhaps he could be the key to opening the door, he seemed strong enough, powerful enough. They could always go their separate ways after.

“Fine.”

Placing her bare hands against the barrier, her eyes narrowed, the barrier began to shudder under her mind. Forcing her power into the barrier, it fell easily. Leaping away before he could attack her, she watched him carefully, anticipating an attack, even wanting one. However he did nothing, but glance at her with those cool eyes. She stared right back at him, not even the least bit concerned.

She watched the young girl identified as ‘Rin’ run up to her ‘Sesshoumaru-sama’. Blinking she thought she saw relief fly across his face. She scoffed. She would never hurt a child, she was not so cruel. Approaching slightly to catch his attention, he turned to face her, pushing the child behind him, protecting her. He didn’t even realize it. The rest did, he’d positioned her behind him instinctively.

“Can you open the door?”

“Why should I help you?”

“You wish to get out of this wretched place, do you not?” Kagome taunted.

He nodded the affirmative.

“Then try.” She gestured to the door. It was up to him now.

She dare not risk shadow slipping through the door, there was no telling if there was another magically enhanced door that would kill a shadow user trying to slip through. She’d seen it done before, not a pretty site. Only half of the body would be visible to the eye, the other half lost in the shadow realm. Not pretty at all.

Raising Toukijin, he struck out at the door, it collapsed, under the sheer amount of energy radiating from said sword. Kagome’s eyes widened in surprise. ‘That sword...’ Kagome thought. ‘Is a match for mine.’

“Toukijin.” Kagome murmured. “I don’t believe he actually captured you, and here I thought it was a mere parlor trick.”

Sesshoumaru’s brow hitched up in question.

“When I was young, I’d heard whispers of the Inu no Ousama of the West. Sesshoumaru, possessor of the Tenseiga and Toukijin. Your name was mentioned in awe, fear and something I can’t quite name, admiration perhaps. I was told your sword, Toukijin and perhaps one other was a match for mine.” Kagome said

“What is your sword?”

Kagome looked up into his face before unsheathing her baby from it’s custom sheath upon her back. The hilt was made of obsidian with silver stitching, it was decorated with a skull at the very end and a single snake winding up the rest of the hilt to the base, where the hilt connected with the blade itself. The base was another skull with the snake’s head running thorough, coming out of it’s eye socket. The blade itself was positively wicked, it had three outward spikes on one side and on the other was two outward spikes, one outward, curved spike then another outward spike and a slight out spike near the tip, hence the customized, sheath. It was obvious that this was not a blade you wanted to be at the end of.

“Ninjouzata, the bloodshed.”

It was Sesshoumaru’s turn to be surprised.

“How do you wield such a sword, no one but the---” He paused.

“You are one of the forsaken.”

Kagome nodded in the affirmative.

There was not one person who had not heard of the forsaken. They were considered sly, tricky, intelligent, skilled, and powerful. The kind of power they held was destructible, it could destroy worlds, but if that was the case, more then often are they too destroyed. But one isn’t born a forsaken, they are changed. They are first exiled into the Land of the Lost, and from there work their way up the ranks of the army and they must be then chosen by the ruler of that time and Emma-O himself, the God of the Underworld. They are gifted with the title of the ‘Forsaken’ and the enhancement of one ability, along with the loss of mortality. It was obvious which ability she choose to enhance. Forsaken ones were feared, for their power, and deadly accuracy. They were the ‘assassins’ of the underworld. The boogeymen of the boogeymen.

The Ninjouzata, however, was a sword that was very rarely passed along. It went to the most powerful of the Forsaken. It was never passed on until it’s master died, gave the sword up or was slain in a ‘challenge’ for the sword and rites to be head of the most powerful clan in the underworld, the Forsaken. The Forsaken were sworn to the Land of the Lost; at least most of the time. Of course some were sent to Emma-O and other lands, but most (forsaken) rose from the Land of the Lost. No one had ever suspected that one of the Forsaken, none the less the head of the Forsaken would also be the Ruler of the Land of the Lost, none the less female. The power she must’ve held---it was frightening.

“How did you acquire Ninjouzata?” Naraku asked from inside his ‘cage’.

Kagome cocked a brow at him.

“Were you chosen, and did it pass to you, or did you challenge the previous head?” Naraku asked his soft voice carrying throughout the room. All eyes turned to the young ruler.

“I challenged the leader.” Kagome said, keeping her eyes steady.

“How did you kill the leader who held the Ninjouzata?” Naraku was truly curious. It was unheard of, the possibilities of defeating someone who possessed the Ninjouzata was slim to none. This woman had to be unbelievably powerful.

“I didn’t. He, how do you say, threw in the white flag and admitted defeat before I could strike a fatal wound. “

“I don’t understand, how do you kill an immortal?” Yusuke asked.

“An immortal, doesn’t die. Not a true death. But there is one way, only one to kill an immortal. Not that I would be foolish enough to tell you that.” Kagome said cooly.

“Why would he admit defeat?” Tomo spoke up.

“Because he had a family, and they wished not to see his demise, especially at the hand of the the girl they had at one time, taken in as there own.”

“Will you release the rest of us?” Kurama asked quietly, sadly looking at his mothers dead body. Glancing into pained gold eyes, she couldn’t find a reason to force them to suffer, to endure as she had. They were still so young, in their prime.

“We will have to work together, if we want to get out of this place alive, at least until we are outside of palace walls.”

Simultaneously the answered.

“Deal.”

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