InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ 38 Shades ❯ Meeting ( Chapter 13 )

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CH 14- Meeting

Sesshomaru and I stood in front of Shiro's building, just looking up at it.

Sesshomaru's hand tightened, hurting my hand. I didn't say anything though; it wasn't the time to complain.

It didn't hit me until now exactly how much more reason Sesshomaru had to hate Shiro. The man, no, monster, had killed his brother, his flesh and blood. He hadn't done anything like that to me.

“Are we gonna talk to him?” I asked.

“What's there to talk about? He killed my brother, and others? What exactly could we say to him?”

“Okay. Well, let's go confront him.”

We started up the stairs, probably looking like a couple of soldiers going into the battlefield, which we probably were.

We checked the mailboxes for names, and there it was Shiro, Apartment #12. It seemed so real, so vivid, to see that name with it's neat black letters.

I slowly started up the stairs, holding Sesshomaru's hands in mine, seemingly pulling him up.

We reached the door, and stood silently by it, neither of us moving to knock or ring the doorbell.

I couldn't stand the tension anymore; I reached out and knocked loudly on the door.

Nobody answered.

I knocked again.

Nothing.

Sesshomaru gently pushed me aside, and then starting knocking on the door himself, except his were louder.

“Open the fucking door!” I yelled, my patience nonexistent by then.

Sesshomaru raised his hand to bang again, but was stopped by a little click we heard from the other side. I held my breath, waiting.

The door opened slowly, then a black hair covered head peeked out.

“Yes?” he asked.

I felt like I was going to be sick. It was the voice that had first spoken with suck calm, then yelled in fury.

I barley registered the hand which shot out from next to be and grabbed Shiro by the throat. I turned to see Sesshomaru, face red, his hand tightening around Shiro's throat.

“Sesshomaru! Let go! You're gonna kill him!” I yelled at him, pulling at his arm.

“I know,” he said simply.

“L-L-Let me go…” gasped Shiro. His hands clawed at Sesshomaru's wrist.

Sesshomaru just stared at him. But the fact is, Sesshomaru's only a seventeen-year-old boy, he's not some superhuman demon that has unnatural strength. The combined pulling of me on his arm and Shiro pulling at his wrist made him let go. Shiro fell to the floor, gasping and holding his throat. I knelt down next to him.

“Can we come in?” Shiro glared at me and opened his mouth, then glanced up at Sesshomaru. He changed his mind and nodded.

I went in ahead of Sesshomaru and looked around the apartment.

It was clean, but with barely anything there. There were only the bare necessities, a couch, a TV, a table, a chair, a bed. It was all only one room, with just another room for the bathroom.

Shiro watched us warily from the door. “I don't know what you guys want! I didn't do anything!”

Sesshomaru glared at him. “Sit.”

“You cannot tell me what to do!”

Sesshomaru advanced on him. “Sit.”

Shiro glared at him, then remembered Sesshomaru and his hand, so he crept past him, and me, and sat on the couch. I sat on the coffee table in front of it. I had no wish to sit next to him. There was this… vibe coming from him that made goose bumps run along my arms. I held my arms close to me, as if that would make it go away.

I tried to talk, but I couldn't. It was like somebody had gagged me, I couldn't force it out. What the hell was the matter with me?

I think Sesshomaru saw my distress, because he walked over to me and put a hand on my shoulder. “Kagome? Kagome, what's the matter?”

I just shook my head. I tried to gesture with my hands, but I couldn't move them either. I tried to get up, but I couldn't do that either.

I started to panic. I tried to trash from side to side, but I could only manage to sway slightly.

“Kagome? Kagome, what's happening?”

I couldn't move my eyes either; I was forced to watch Shiro. He stared back at me, a frightened look on his face.

`Watch him… Look at his soul…'

I shivered as something whispered in my ear. I could feel that something was going to happen.

Suddenly, everything around me started to grow black, but I knew that I wasn't fainting or anything.

Shiro's body started to grow transparent, and closer to me. It was like watching him through a camera on zoom.

I heard faint screams. I didn't want to know who were making the screams.

Shiro's now completely transparent body was right in front of my eyes.

I was horrified at what I saw.

There were people, in various kinds of torture devices, and in various stages of death.

I saw a young girl with only half her body, the bottom half lying next to her in a pool of blood.

I saw an older man, on a table, with his wrists and ankles strapped onto four pulleys that stretched him out, farther and farther. Finally, his body split, and his blood landed on my face.

I screamed. Other screams filled the air, as if answering me.

Was this Shiro's soul? Was this what he thought, dreamed?

I want out, I don't want to be here.

A familiar face came in front of my eyes. I thought it was Sesshomaru, until I noticed that this face didn't have the tattoo he had.

Inuyasha.

His eyes were filled with a visible madness, and anger, and evil.

“Kagome. It's not so bad in here. Yeah, we get killed, but were already dead. It's not like the pain lasts forever.”

I tried to turn away from him. His hand reached out to grab my face and bring it back to him. His eyes seemed different know. They were sad, filled with pain.

“Shiro's soul ain't pretty, huh? That's why you need to get us out.”

His face blurred then, and his eyes changed back to the evil ones.

“That's so not true! It's lovely here, and the view from my room is great!”

His face blurred again and the other Inuyasha came back. “Kagome, you have to get us out! We can't survive here!”

I watched with morbid curiosity.

It was like there were two different Inuyashas, warring with each other.

I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. Not just because I was made to watch, but also because the blurring faces and different eyes were fascinating.

I felt somebody pull on my shoulder. I could hear somebody calling my name faintly.

“Go, Kagome,” whispered the sad Inuyasha. “They need you, you can't rest yet.”

I blinked, and found myself staring into the eyes of Sesshomaru. He was shaking me and calling my name.

“Kagome! Kagome! Are you alright?”

“I-I'm okay… I think.”

“Who the hell are you kids! What the hell is wrong with you!” Shiro was behind the couch and pointing at me.

“What happened?” I asked.

“You just blanked out, then starting talking. We couldn't figure out what you were saying, you were talking too low.”

I stared at him, and then back at Shiro. Was it really his soul I had heard? Was he really that evil?

`He killed those kids, of course he's that evil.'

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them and glared at Shiro.

“Why did you kill those kids?”

Shiro turned pale. “I-I-I don't know w-w-what you're t-talking a-a-about…”

“I'm not an idiot. I know you killed those students of yours, locked them up and let them burn.”

Shiro started backing up. Sesshomaru started to him, but I pulled on his sleeves. He stopped.

“I know things about you that you think you've kept safe. I've seen things about you that would make people scream. Why did you kill those kids?”

Shiro shook his head furiously, still trying to deny it.

“You bitch. Are you so much of a coward that you can't even admit it when we know the truth?

“I know what you did, I saw it. I saw the way you just closed the door on them, not even caring that they were only children, with lives, with families. They were innocent, pure.”

Shiro finally spoke, his face staring to fill with color. “They were anything but pure! Those damn kids were devils!”

“How? How, were they devils?”

“Do you know how cruel those kids could be? How they could say they were friends, then stab somebody in the back!”

“All kids are like that! That's why they're called kids!”

“That is no excuse! They were spoiled brats that thought they were better then everybody! They deserved to die!”

Sesshomaru moved so fast I didn't even see him. He grabbed Shiro by the throat again, and then started punching him.

“Sesshomaru! Don't!” I pulled at the back of his shirt, but he just shook me off. Shiro's face was becoming a mess of blood. He was yelling, groaning.

“Sesshomaru! Please!” He just ignored me. I kept jerking at him, but he wouldn't let up. Finally, I braced myself and yanked on his hair. He let go and spun around to me, glaring.

“What the hell did you do that for!”

I was speechless. Why did I do that? Why hadn't I let Sesshomaru beat the hell outta Shiro?

Because something in me said that something wore was coming for me. Something worse then an angry Sesshomaru.

I didn't get a chance to say anything because suddenly Sesshomaru fell back.

“Sesshomaru!” I jerked forward to find that Shiro had apparently had a knife stashed somewhere on him, and had stabbed Sesshomaru through the shoulder.

“You bastard!” I screamed, turning to him. He just shook his head, a fearful expression on his face.

He backed away, his hands clenched together. He stared down at Sesshomaru, who was gasping slightly and clutching his shoulder.

I dropped down to my knees beside him and held him still.

“Damnit, Kagome. It hurts like hell…”

“Shhh, we'll take you to the hospital, just hold on.” I'm no doctor, I couldn't tell if he was fine or not, all I knew was that there seemed to be a LOT of blood spurting from him.

“No, we can't do that… How'll we explain this?” Sesshomaru clenched his teeth.

I just kept running my hand through his hair, doing anything I could think of to sooth him.

Shiro. This is all his fault. It's all his damn fault. Because he was such a bastard, such an evil thing, he had hurt Sesshomaru. I felt a burst of hate that I've never felt before.

I snapped my head up to his face. He blanched and started to back away once more.

I slowly stood up and took a step in his direction. I had no idea what I was gonna do when I got to him, I just knew I was going to hurt him, hurt him as much as he had hurt the shades, hurt Sesshomaru, hurt me.

Shiro lifted a shaking hand to me. “S-s-stay a-a-way from m-m-me.”

“Why, you filthy sack of shit? You deserve to be killed.”

“N-n-no… Don't c-c-come any c-closer!”

I just kept pursuing him. He backed up into the kitchen, and tripped over a beer bottle.

I stood slightly over him, sneering down at him. “Look at you on the ground, shaking like the coward you are.”

Shiro crab-walked away from me. I finally stood still and just watched him. How, how could this coward have done the things I had seen in my dreams? How could he have done it?

All of a sudden, Shiro jumped up and waved the beer bottle at me. He turned slightly and slammed it down on the edge of the kitchen counter, making glass shatter. He brandished the sharp-edged bottle at me, like it was a sword and I was some terrible dragon coming to eat the damsel in distress.

I could feel it building in me, the hate. It felt like it was coiled in my chest, and anything could set it off to strike.

I fisted my hands, and I could feel myself trembling.

Suddenly, the apartment started to shake.

“Kagome?”

“I'm okay, don't move.” I went back to Sesshomaru and held him to me so he wasn't bounced around by all the shaking. Shiro slid to the floor, his gaze flying everywhere. I swear I head him whimper.

I tried to tear a piece of my shirt to use as a bandage for Sesshomaru's shoulder, but the thing wouldn't rip. I ran back into the kitchen, stumbling every few steps because if the shaking. Shiro didn't even glance at me as I grabbed a piece of the broken glass bottle and used it as a knife. I ripped my shirt form the bottom, until it looked like I had a midriff shirt on.

I wrapped it around Sesshomaru's shoulder and tied it tightly. It made him gasp, but it stopped the bleeding somewhat.

“What's happening!” Shiro asked from the kitchen. I ignored him.

Abruptly, everything stopped. I had a bad feeling about it all, a really bad feeling.

“WHAT IS THAT?” screamed Shiro. I followed his pointing finger behind me, and spun to find myself face to face with a room full of indistinct black figures.

The shades.

I knew instantly it was them.

“What the hell?” came Sesshomaru's voice.

I just stared at them, wondering what they would do.

They started forward, and they brushed past me, hitting me with a wave of sadness and anger. They stalked toward Shiro.

“Get away from me! Get away!”

I knew then exactly what they were going to do. They were going to kill him.

I helped Sesshomaru up. I didn't want us to be here when they did. I was at the doorway when something brushed my shoulder. I turned to see a shade. There was a vague shape of a face in the hazy black, and the face was filled with question. I helped Sesshomaru lean against the doorway. He gripped my shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“He… she… it, whatever wants to talk with me.”

“Talk?”

“Best word to describe it.”

“Will they hurt you?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. I don't think so, they need us.”

He stared into me, then nodded and let me go. I turned to the shade, which led me to the kitchen.

Shiro was surrounded by the shades, they were crowding them. The shades all turned to me at once, and watched me.

Can we… Can we kill… it?

The whispers I hadn't heard in a while sounded against my ear.

I didn't care. They could kill him. I WANTED them to kill him. That bastard needed to die for what he had done.

“Please, please, save me!” He cried, reaching out a hand to me. I watched the shades cover him, devouring him.

I glared at him. “No. Why should I save you? You killed those children. You deserve to burn in hell.” I turned and walked away.

I could hear him screaming. I didn't look back. I walked on, to Sesshomaru, who was leaning against the doorway, the blood from his shoulder steadily dripping to the floor. There was no emotion on his face. I put a hand on his good shoulder and help him lean against me. We turned and left Shiro's house, his screams still ripping through the air.

As we went down the stairs, I noticed that there was complete silence. There was no noise coming from it at all to tell what was going on. I was grateful.

People on the streets stared at Sesshomaru and me, mainly because of his wounded shoulder. My makeshift bandage was already soaked though. But still, we made it to his car with nobody stopping us.

“Can you drive?” I asked him.

He nodded and I helped him slid into the driver's seat.

We rode in silence for a bit, until Sesshomaru turned to me.

“Why did the shades attack him, Kagome?”

I shrugged. Right now, I felt exhausted, and I couldn't care less why they killed him, I was just glad they had come to save us.

“You should care, Kagome. Those shades are supposed to be the souls of innocents. Why would innocents kill?”

“I dunno, to protect us, I guess. I mean, without us, they can't be saved. I certainly don't think we could do that if we were dead.”

Sesshomaru nodded slowly, and then turned his attention back to the road.

I watched him, not bothering to hide the fact I was staring.

He seemed to have gone back to the way he was when I first met him, silent, cold, unemotional. I knew he really wasn't like that inside, but it seemed it.

“Oh Sesshomaru…”

I didn't realize I had spoken that out loud until he turned to me. “What?”

“I… I wish we could've had a normal relationship. The normal kind where you go on dates, and hold hands, stuff like that…”

He didn't say anything for a minute, then hesitantly reached out a hand and held mine. “We… we can do that stuff Kagome… When all this is over…”

I nodded and gently squeezed his hand. I turned to look out the window. Sometimes, it feels as though he cares more about this then I do, and I'm the one who is supposed to be here in the first place.

Am I jealous? Yeah, slightly.

“We need to go research some more,” Sesshomaru said quietly as we pulled up to his house.

“Yeah…”

We went in, and thankfully his parents were out. I fixed his shoulder up as best as I could, then we fell asleep in his bed, hugging each other. We were both tired beyond belief with all that had happened.

The scary thing? Not once did I dream, not even a nightmare, and I had just seen a man get murdered by ghosts.

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