InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Convention of Killers ❯ Chapter 7: 'Other World' ( Chapter 7 )

A/n: I’d like to thank who ever what ever for pointing out my lack of Rin. Don’t worry it will all be explained in this chapter. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it, the next challenge shall be upon them soon, read through and see if you can find who’s next.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha, Yu Yu Hakusho, or Fushigi Yugi, I do however own the plot, and things/people of my own creation. No money is made from this fan fiction.

*Convention of Killers*

By: Kage Otome (Shadow Maiden)

Chapter 7: ‘Other World’

His eyes closed in contemplation. His mind was still in shambles after the attack brought upon by Sharan’s challenge. It would take a while for order to be restored, after all it wasn’t everyday that each of his memories were brought out from locked closets, it was letting the skeletons out of the closet so to speak. He wasn’t comfortable at all, with the idea that these people knew things about him, his past---things he himself had tried to forget, things he himself had hated about himself and him. They all let him have his space, even backed off when he shot them glares. It was the things he knew they felt now they knew the truth. It wasn’t as if he were a fragile doll that would break under the slightest of pressure. The only one who didn’t seem to treat him any differently was her ---Kagome.

Perhaps she’s had a past just as horrible? Kagome knew the feeling of inadequacy. Of being treated as Nakago had, at least in some aspects. But in others they were complete opposites. Or perhaps she just didn’t give a damn. It wasn’t as if they were being blatantly obvious about how they felt for Nakago, how they pitied or understood. Or even if they did. Giving him space may have sounded like a good move, for those who had been in his place, reliving the horrors of their past, but it wasn’t. Normality was good, because if things changed, it made the person feel as if something shifted, as if they pitied him. Kagome for one hated pity, pity was for the weak. So she didn’t pity him, her respect for the mortal grew---he survived.

He may be emotionally crippled, but he survived.

Perhaps there was hope for him yet.

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Sharan watched them carefully his silver eyes cool and guarded. But then they landed on her. He couldn’t quite stop the softening of his normally cold eyes, he couldn’t quite stop the feelings he’d tried so hard to suppress from rising up again. Tracing a finger down the screen where her face was, his heart beat a little faster, his eyes turned a little warmer, his breath was a little shaky. He wasn’t supposed to feel the way he did. But he did.

Sharan hadn’t expected them to work together so well. Or to work together at all. Many of them, in fact most of them were independent fighters, solitary ones. But it seems they need Kagome who is the only one that has experience and she needs them. Strength in numbers. His jaw clenched as he watched Kagome speak in quiet tones to the fox demon. What was this feeling? They would all die, well with the exception of one perhaps.

“So brother. I see you can’t even keep your team captive.” His older brother sneered. He was the youngest of the four sons. Sihra (Sigh-Ra), Seari (Say-Ah-Ri), Saroi (Sa-Ro), and himself, Sharan (Sha-Ra-N).

“Kagome is with them, besides this will only make them stronger, consider it a practice before the rounds commence.” Sharan sneered toward his brother Seari who made the comment. It was well known that in the royal palace, Sharan had every intention of claiming Kagome who won the last Killers Ball and would have with or without her consent had Seari and Sihra not sent her back home, when she was about to attack Sharan. To some it may have seemed they were protecting their younger brother, however--they wanted her for themselves, power like hers---was addicting. And they only had the briefest of contact with her. It was an added plus she was pretty. They would’ve summoned her themselves but Sharan was the only one allowed, since it was on his team she fought the last time.

There was a rule--if the winner of the previous Killers Ball is ever called back, they will be back on the team they had previously fought for. In this case it was Sharan’s. His three brothers left his room, no visible emotion on their faces, but it was obvious they thought themselves better then Sharan. He sneered at their backs, all he’d ever wanted was to be accepted by his family. But no more, now he’d show them. He’d show them all. But first, he needed to get back to business.

Glancing at the chained girl near his feet he smirked. ‘We shall see, how much the demon lord, really cares for his daughter.’ Rin trembled terrified of the man in front of her. She had been taken from the holding chamber before she could make it out of the room, Sesshoumaru had been unable to reach her, after all when one is magically removed from the room it is hard to follow. Especially considering Sesshoumaru wasn’t a magic user.

Chained to the wall were three other forms. He only kept alive the women that he needed to make them come. Kagome had told them that there was a good possibility that their real women were still alive, that was the case, for some of them. Yukina, Shiori and Keiko were still alive, he didn’t need Soi. Simply because he knew that even without the girl alive, he would fight, just to get out. But Sharan had plans for these ladies. One in particular. She would be the best pawn yet. After all, she was the weakest.

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Sessh oumaru’s golden eyes were cold and emotionless, but beneath the surface a war was raging. Rin was gone, that bastard took her, right from his grasp and there was nothing he could do about it. He had never felt more helpless then he did at that moment. That creature took what belonged to him, and he had every intention of getting her back. No matter what.

“Are you positive Rin is still alive?”

Kagome paused before turning back to the cold Taiyoukai.

“I am not positive about anything, except what happened the last time.” Kagome paused before continuing. “He kept what belonged to us alive, at least those of us who he knew would fight to avenge their loved ones, he’d bring them out before one of the final matches and dangle them like a piece of meat in front of a starving dog. If you won the fight he’d release them to you, if you lost, then you along with the one you hold dear (if any) were killed. However the minute you made it to the final rounds, you’d of found he’d only given you a ‘copy’ or a ‘puppet’ and then he’d kill the real one in front of you, to make you weak, or make you thirst for his blood. Either way you provide entertainment. And that’s all he cares about.”

The rest were silent.

“Is that what he did to you?” Yusuke asked softly.

“I made it to the final round. He told me, ‘I only said one of you was leaving here alive, I made no promises you and yours would leave alive.’ And he slit his throat. My opponent and I fought. As soon as I was proclaimed winner, I leapt at Sharan, only to find myself back--in my own world.” Her voice was neutral through the whole thing, she couldn’t afford to show anything. It was bad enough she had to tell them, but they needed to know what they were up against. They didn’t need to know during the final match, it lasted for two hours, simply because she was dragging out her opponents pain, even when he was half dead. And the whole time, she was picturing it was Sharan.

“Tell me, how is it we all know about the Land of the Lost?” Nakago asked.

“Because each and every world is connected to what most simply call the ‘other world’. It is simply on a different plane of existence, basically that’s how he called us all together, because each and every ‘world’ or time period is entwined due to these separate planes of existence. Time is pretty much nonexistent on our planes, 500 years could have passed for us and yet none for your worlds. But our plane is connected to most ‘worlds’ or realms. You from what I understand are just from separate time periods and continents. China, Japan--Sengoku Jidai and what is known as the ‘Present or Modern day Tokyo’ for you.” Kagome said gesturing to each person.

“So your saying that all time periods and worlds/realms are connected in one way or another to this ‘other world’.”

“Yes, Reikai for example is a part of this ‘other world’ though a rather small part , it is the only thing that can be accessed by the realms/worlds/ and times. Reikai is like a ‘front’ for this ‘other world’. Only, you can’t access any of the other ‘realms’ or existence's except Reikai, not even Reikai can access us. They can call upon us, but they cannot bridge a portal to our worlds.”

“This is complicated.” Yusuke sighed.

“I suppose...” Kagome said, not quite understanding what was so complicated.

“Can you destroy worlds?” Sesshoumaru asked.

Kagome paused.

“It is possible...When one of our own does this, which has only happened once before, there is no guarantee that the world will be destroyed, it depends upon both the destroyer and the world. But when a world is destroyed the ‘other realms’ because there connected feel it and suffer some side effects. But the destroyer is often killed, it strips them of their immortality because of the sheer magnitude of the power it makes them---mortal and the mortal body can’t handle so much power.”

“So that’s how your kind ‘die’.”

“We don’t know if anyone can survive it, it has only been done once.”

It was silent for a moment.

“I thought you could not die.”

Cocking an eyebrow in question Kagome replied a bit bewildered.

“I can’t. “

“Then why did you say, ‘I for one have no wish to die.’ “ Yusuke asked.

“It’s an expression. I can ‘die’ in the way mortals die, I’m just not dead.”

“What?”

“You can cut off my head, I may stay motionless for a while, but I’m not dead, I’ll heal. Like I said before there are only one...or rather two ways (now that I think about it-not counting the destroying a world) for an immortal to die.”

“What are they?”

“I told you once, I will not repeat myself.”

“You did?” Yusuke asked.

“I’m NOT telling you.”

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So aring through the sky he perched on a large tree near where the group was resting, his cold eyes stared out at the odd group of companions. And something flickered in them, as much as Sharan tried to suppress any feelings from his life, he couldn’t suppress the one that surpassed them all. Love. And with the love he felt, he felt longing, need, want, he felt so much looking upon her again. It was like being alive. But he wasn’t. And she wasn’t his, not anymore, and probably not ever again. After all, now, she was immortal--and he was dead. Well...The walking dead. A reanimated corpse, he grinned wryly to himself, there were times when he wished he could be brought back to life, if only to see her face one more time, feel her lips one last time.

However, he didn’t want it to be like this.

He didn’t want to be a pawn in the enemies game.

But now, it looks like he had no choice.

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A/n: Did you like it? I wonder, do any of you know who this figure is at the end of this chapter? All will be revealed with time. Reviews are always appreciated.