InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Against All Odds ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

Against All Odds

Chapter Six

“Kagome!”

How many times had he yelled her name? How many times had he cursed Naraku, swearing and actually wanting the bastard to appear. It was driving him crazy and Inuyasha was beyond pissed. He was enraged, but more than that, he had never felt the fear he felt for Kagome now. Three days. He hadn’t seen her in three days. He hadn’t seen her and he hadn’t heard her. The last time he had heard her was when she had screamed. God, what had happened?

“Kagome, answer me!”

He was met with silence. It didn’t matter how many times he called her name. It didn’t matter how many times he cursed Naraku, the threats that he promised to carry out. If Naraku had hurt Kagome…If she was gone…dead…then there would be no mercy. Nothing and no one would be able to stop him. It was only a matter of time before they found a way around Naraku. There would always be a resounding battle where the Jewel was concerned.

“Naraku, you bastard!”

Still, the never ending silence. He couldn’t imagine a life without Kagome. Her laughter and her smiles. Her voice. But he knew she wasn’t dead. He would know the instant she was gone from this world. Somehow, he would know. There was relief in knowing that she wasn’t dead. But where was she? What the hell was Naraku doing…He lifted his head, the look in his golden eyes eerily calm. He stared at the black haired bastard, so near yet so far away. “Where is she?” And the bastard, he just stared at him. Inuyasha hated him even more. He’d always hated it when the bastard spoke, but now, he wanted—needed—Naraku to open his fucking mouth. He needed to know where Kagome was. If she was alright.

“Where is she?” Inuyasha hissed again through clenched teeth. He felt something in him slip and he stalked towards the bastard. He was going to choke the bastard until he spoke. He felt the burning sensation on his hands, the miasma halting him in his path but he didn’t give a damn. He drew his bloodied hand back and then slammed his fist against it again. “Where is she?”

Naraku finally made a move. He chuckled, the sound low and dark. He was amused at the futile efforts he was watching. “A foolish move, Inuyasha.” He was, however, disappointed that Inuyasha believed that he had hurt Kagome. Perhaps worse. Had the half demon forgotten all the times in the past when he’d had ample opportunity to kill Kagome? Why would he do so now? Then again, the cards still held death for Kagome. There would be no need for her after his child was born.

“Calm yourself, Inuyasha.”

The bastard hadn’t answered him. He’d bluntly evaded his question. Like that would stop him. “Where is she? I swear to God, if you laid one hand on her, if you hurt her, I’ll—“

Naraku chuckled, drawing Inuyasha’s attention and abruptly cutting him off. “I can assure you, Inuyasha, that Kagome is well cared for. I cannot allow no less. But tell me…” He paused, knowing the impact of his words, the toll they would have on the half demon. But then he stopped, his mind going over the turn of events. No, there was no need to tell Inuyasha. Not yet. The wait would slowly drive the half demon mad but that didn’t matter. What mattered was the end result. How long would it take for Inuyasha to snap? A week? A month? 9 months? The end result would be the same. He could not allow Inuyasha to see Kagome until it was evident of what had transpired, of what was happening to her body.

He just couldn’t make up his mind. One moment Naraku was going to do what he had set out to do and then the next he was indecisive until another plan came to mind. He was indecisive.

That could be a liability.

No. He had no such thing. He, Naraku, was power itself. He had no weakness. He couldn’t leave just yet. No. He had one more thing to do. “I have no further use for him.”

And Inuyasha realized his intent too late. He watched as Naraku lifted towards Miroku and then he closed his hand, balling it into a fist. Inuyasha spun around, horror written across his face. Miroku doubled over, clutching his hand. Inuyasha could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, his senses picked up the danger but it was too late. “MIROKU!” Inuyasha curled his ears back from the loud, whooshing sound but the sound of Miroku’s groan of pain over-road that. Miroku’s hand spasmed.

“YOU BASTARD! I’LL KILL YOU, YOU FUCKING—“

“And you, demon slayer, join your lover.”

Inuyasha spun around to see the stricken look on Miroku’s face, the shock on Sango’s as she stared at Miroku. Miroku shook his head in denial even as his face twisted from the pain as the Wind Tunnel in his hand exploded outward, slowly expanding over his hand. The undeniable knowledge was there, that death was eminent. The knowledge was there on his face; Miroku knew he was going to die. But God, not Sango. Not her! Not by him. Inuyasha snarled and launched himself at Sango. It was inevitable that Miroku would die. He could not stop that; but Sango, he could.

“No, you will not interfere.” Naraku started, his voice eerily calm.

Inuyasha felt his body freeze in place, unable to move. Rage tore through him at the malicious pleasure that Naraku expressed. Miroku and Sango were the only humans, outside of Kagome, that had fully accepted him. The only humans he had known as friends. He didn’t want to lose them. Neither one of them deserved to die like this. Inuyasha ordered his body to move, sending the communication down to his arms and legs but his body refused the command, remaining immobile.

“You bastard.” Inuyasha hissed through clenched teeth. He was beyond the point of rage, beyond the feel of remorse for the bastard. There was no human or demon alive that could do such a thing and have any humanity inside him. Naraku was pure evil. He didn’t want to watch his friends die but he couldn’t look away. He couldn’t look away as Miroku clutched his wrist, as if willing his hand to stand down but Inuyasha could hear the massive pull of wind filling the chamber. Just a sound, a breeze, but he knew how deadly that breeze would turn out to be.

And then Miroku gasped, his body releasing the terrible tension that had gripped his body. He jerked his hand back, full control of his body back as he jerked the Prayer Beads around his palm. Not before Inuyasha saw the wide, gaping black hole in his palm though, black veins stained up around the edges. Inuyasha spun on his heel; he’d had enough of Naraku’s bullshit. He stopped mid-stride when Miroku caught at the back of his houri, halting him.

“D…don’t, Inuyasha.” Miroku’s voice was tense, the weakness and pain there apparent. “Not yet.”

“What the fuck are you doing, Naraku?” Inuyasha growled, fury riding him hard and hatred following right behind. Naraku had had the perfect chance to be rid of two of his enemies. He’d lost the chance. He’d be damned if he’d give the bastard another chance at it.

Naraku couldn’t give an answer. Not a direct one. No, he saw no need to kill the others just yet. Another indecisive mode, but he was brilliant. How much longer could those humans survive in that prison of Miasma? There was no need to kill them by his hand. “I have no need to kill them. How much longer can you last, Inuyasha? How much longer can you last, watching as your friends slowly perish from the poison being breathed into their bodies?”

Inuyasha clenched his fist. One more word. Just one more word and he’d knock the bastard cold.

“How much longer can you last, knowing you failed Kagome?”

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD, I’LL KILL YOU! MOTHER FU—“ Miroku and Sango grabbed him from behind, jerking him back as he surged toward Naraku. “WHERE IS SHE—“

Only one second, one blink and the bastard was gone again.


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