InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ First Attempt: Unsuccessful ( Chapter 65 )

Chapter Sixty-Five:

First Attempt: Unsuccessful

 

Pain erupted all over her body. Each bump each tumbled felt like a thousand fists hitting her in every possible place. Curling in a ball and clutching her belly in a feeble attempt to protect her pups, Kagome rolled hard down the stone staircase.

Panic filled her mind, a million thoughts buzzing around in her head.

How had this happened?

Why had this happened?

What was going to happen to her babies?

What lasted only seconds seemed to Kagome to have lasted for hours.

The final bone jarring landing at the bottom of the hard floor was almost a relief.

Almost…

At the bottom of the stairs, Kagome's vision dimmed and blood trickled from the back of her head. For a moment, she lost consciousness. It lasted only moments before her vision cleared, and Kagura's crimson, panicked eyes filled her line of sight.

She could see her lips moving, but she could make out a word with the dull roaring in her ears.

Crimson eyes shimmering with fear, Kagura bent down over her, lifting her gently. Kagome cried out in pain.

Panicked, Kagura laid her gently back on the stone ground.

“Help!! Someone help!!!”

The sound of Kagura's cries for help cut through the ringing in her head. On the ground, Kagome was more concerned about the stillness of her womb. She brought her hand up onto her belly, worried that the fall had taken the lives of her pups.

Her heart beat fast and heavy, her lung seized up as she felt desperately for some sign of life.

Kagura leaned over her, eyes wild with sorrow and worry.

“It's going to be alright, everything will be okay,”

Footsteps sounded, more than a couple judging from the numerous voices coming down the hall.

Kagome was no longer focused on getting help for herself at the moment, however. Right now, what ensnared her full attention was her search for some movement from her stomach. But as seconds passed and she felt no motion, a lump formed in her throat, cutting off her breathing.

“I don't feel them Kagura,” she whispered, tears filling her honey eyes, “I can't feel my babies,”

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Slowly consciousness spread throughout his body, bringing with it disorientation and confusion.

His eyes opened, taking in the destruction around him; the uprooted trees, the charred earth and the large, thick puddles of blood. He wondered briefly why he was lying on the ground, slightly singed and bleeding before the events came tumbling back.

The fight between he and his father, his jaws locked around the jugular of his sire, Lord Sarinji darting forward with a ball of light, then an explosion, and then…darkness.

His heart picked up, and disbelief filled him.

Had he really killed his father?

Sesshomaru shook his fluffy, blood soaked head, spilling dark crimson liquid onto the ground beneath him. His limbs felt weak, his head muddled, and his body ached all over. One particular ache, however, was nearly unbearable.

Located in the vicinity of his heart, that pain seemed worse than the others.

Shakily, he gained his feet, sniffing the area for some sign of his father or Lord Sarinji.

There was none.

He staggered forward, heading towards the castle some distance away. His left hind leg dragged, hanging limply from its socket.

Gritting his teeth, pushed on, observing the trails of blood and tuffs of fur as went.

That rage from earlier seemed to have completely drained from him. He felt his normal contempt for his father, not that bloodthirsty need to destroy his father that had consumed him only minutes before. That extreme change from blistering, murderous anger to simmering resentment left him feeling physically and emotionally drained.

As he staggered towards the castle, he felt himself shrinking, felt his fur receding, his claws and fangs dulling.

His body changed, taking on the shape of a bloody, naked male.

The tugging inside his chest grew tighter, contracting and releasing over and over again. He missed a step, tripped over his own two feet and fell heavily against a tall tree.

For a moment, his lungs heaved, trying to capture air.

He knew then, something was very wrong with him. This was not an injury from the battle, this was something else entirely.

No…there wasn't anything wrong with him.

There was something wrong with Kagome. He could feel it.

As realization dawn upon him, he began to feel the sting of his wounds a lot less. Instead his heart was in his throat and his blood was crashing through his veins so forcefully and loud he could barely hear himself think.

With renewed energy, he was moving, a mere blur of silver through the thick green forest. Thoughts of concern for his father banished momentarily from his mind.

As he neared the castle, his heart tightened even more, making it hard to breathe.

Even as he worried, he felt the sting of failure, the unbearable self-loathing because he had let his emotions get the best of him and had left his pregnant mate completely unattended and unprotected just to do battle with his father.

Truth be told, he had not spared her a thought at all and that shamed him to no end.

At the castle doors, raised voices and frantic cries reached his ears, sending his already overtaxed heart into a whirlwind of panic. The delicate scent of his mate's blood tickled his nose, sending absolute dread to the pit of his belly.

He burst through the front doors, following her scent and the sound of voices.

Racing down the hall, his heart working overtime, he came upon a horrific scene.

His mate, lying on the floor before the stone steps, blood smeared on said steps. Her face was pale; her skin bruised and cut, and beneath her head was a small pool of blood. But what bothered him the most was her shaking hands moving over her belly, the blood staining her kimono between her thighs and the despair, pain and fear in her voice as she whispered over and over,

“I can't feel my babies,”

He was at her side in seconds, pushing concerned people out of the way, not sparing a glance at the people gasping at his naked appearance.

She latched onto him, crying and squeezing him, begging him not to let their babies die.

Sesshomaru's throat tightened, making it impossible for him to speak. Instantly he was scooping her up, holding her close to his chest. Her groans of pain felt like knives stabbing him in the chest. It hurt him to know she was hurt.

With his mate in his arms, he straightened and walked towards the stone steps.

“Send for Shusui immediately!” he commanded as he moved swiftly to their bedroom.

He didn't know who was carrying out his order, and frankly, he didn't care. Not right now. All that mattered to him now was his mate and pups.

When he reached their bedroom, he laid her down on the bed with shaking hands. As he rushed around the room searching for a bucket of water and a cloth to clean her up, her sobs and cries of pain brought him close to tears himself, so close were his emotions to the surface.

Once he had acquired the water and wash cloth, he cleaned the blood leaking down her legs, his hands shaking worse than before.

Kagome lay crying, pleading with him to save their pups.

Sesshomaru rolled up her kimono just as Shusui opened the door to their bedroom, her eyes wide and panicked.

“Good God what happened,” she screeched, dashing over to the bed.

“She-“

His voice broke, and for a moment he had stop. Taking a breath, he tried again.

“She…fell down the stone stairs,”

The pain of voicing her accident was extremely difficult for him. Though he had not seen her fall, just knowing that she had was enough to make him ill.

“Oh God,” Shusui groaned.

Shusui moved towards her legs, searching for any water. She was relieved to see that her water had not broken so she was not in labor at the moment, but that blood brought forth a whole new worry. Shusui worked as quickly as possible, as quick as she could with Sesshomaru hovering over her with worried amber eyes and trembling hands.

By the time she managed to stop the bleeding and the wound in the back of Kagome's head was patched up, her nerves were wound so tight she feared she would snap in two. By then, Kagome's sobs had waned to nothing more than tearful hiccups.

The entire time, Sesshomaru held her hand, stroking his thumb over the back of her pale limb.

He stayed silent, and that would not have been so abnormal if not for the look in his eyes. Never before had she seen a look like that upon his face. The naked worry and fear on his countenance was almost too much for her to bare.

After cleaning her up and examining her thoroughly, Shusui moved to the top of the bed.

She sat next to her shoulder on the bed and reached over to wipe the tears from her eyes. Her heart clenched at the deep sadness and pain etched on the young woman's face.

“You gave us quite a scare,” she said with a faint smile, “It's alright Kagome. The pups are okay, sweetheart,”

Kagome turned her head towards her, tears running over once more. Her hands cradled her stomach, moving over it in a caressing gesture.

“Are you sure?”

Shusui nodded.

“I'm positive, but you have to rest and you must remain in bed for a while to ensure their health,”

Kagome nodded.

“I understand,” she said.

“Good,” Shusui said standing, “I am ending the May Day festival today. Things have gotten way out of hand, and right now, everyone could use some rest,”

Kagome had not one complaint about that. She was more than ready to call an end to the disaster that was her May Day celebration. It had been ruined almost from the start.

“I'll leave you to rest,” Shusui said as she rose and started to the door.

Once at the door, she stopped and turned back to the couple on the bed.

“Be careful not to move too much, though you're not in labor now, you're still at risk for an early birth. You must not exert yourself in any way,”

Kagome nodded solemnly.

With another soft smile, Shusui swept from the room.

When the door closed, the room fell silent. Sesshomaru watched as Kagome stared at the closed door, her brown eyes filling with tears once more.

His heart heavy, he pulled her closer to him, holding her as tight as he dared in her present condition.

“I'm sorry I left you…my mate,” he whispered thickly, “I'm sorry…”

 

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InuTaisho groaned loudly and painfully.

Everything hurt so damn bad.

His arms, his legs, his skin, even his eyelids throbbed. But what hurt the most is the smell of his son's blood on his hands.

He pushed himself up into a sitting position, barely noticing the tattered remains slipping from his body. Blood soaked the left side of his arm and leg, while more of the dark, sticky liquid filled his mouth. Turning to the side he spat the blood out of his mouth and wiped his lips with the back of his forearm. The movement made the wound in his side sting.

Sucking in a breath between his teeth he clutched his side.

With blood from the wound running through his finger, he looked around his immediate area, looking for any sign of his son or Lord Sarinji.

There was none.

His heart picked up and dread settled in the pit of his belly like a sack full of heavy rocks.

Had he killed his own son?

Days ago, such a question would never have even crossed his mind, but today; it was entirely possible that he had in fact murdered his eldest son. His gut twisted and he felt as though he would vomit. Clenching his teeth, he stood up.

He took a step and staggered, leaning heavily on a nearby tree.

His breathing grew labored and short as he pushed away from the tree and began walking again.

His leg was dragging a bit, shooting ripples of pain up and through his body.

InuTaisho gnashed his teeth together, trying not to concentrate on the stinging ache consuming his body.

On his slow journey towards the castle, a slightly singed male caught his attention. Lord Sarinji walked towards him; his clothing a bit burned but seemingly unharmed anywhere else.

“My Lord,” he began as he neared, “Are you badly injured?”

InuTaisho shook his head as Sarinji wrapped his arm around the bleeding male's waist and threw his blood arm around his own neck. InuTaisho leaned heavily on the younger male.

“I have been injured worse than this,” InuTaisho assured him, “But my son-“

His voice cracked with emotion. He swallowed, clenching his jaw tightly, trying to fight against the pain in his heart.

“I think I've killed my son,” he finished.

Sarinji shook his head.

“Nay, my Lord. You're son is not dead. I was able to stop your fight before it turned fatal,”

“You are sure? Did you see him?”

Sarinji nodded.

“Aye, he has gone back to the castle. He is injured but no worse for ware than you yourself are,”

InuTaisho nearly passed out with relief. He had no idea what he would have done, how he would have been able to continue living if he had taken the life of his own son. The very thought that he had almost done so made him sick with shame.

InuTaisho nodded silently and the two of them slowly made their way towards the castle.

When they reached the tall stone doors, Toramaru was waiting for the two males. The look in his eyes told them both that he had something to say that they probably wouldn't like. Stepping forward, Toramaru took Sarinji's place and supported his brother. He thanked the wolf demon for his help and the two brothers headed inside.

“Gods, InuTaisho, what have you done?” Toramaru questioned quietly.

InuTaisho shifted his eyes, looking anywhere other than at his brother.

“I have done a thing that no father should ever do to his own child,” InuTaisho answered solemnly.

“You have done more than that, big brother,” Toramaru informed him, “The Elders have decided to recount their decision to make you and Sesshomaru co lords based on the fight they've witnessed. Two days hence, they will name either you or Sesshomaru as Lord,”

InuTaisho's eyes widened slightly at the news as the two entered his bedchamber.

“Is there…naught you can do to stop it?”

Toramaru shook his head as he helped InuTaisho take a seat on his bed.

“There is nothing that I can do. Both of the other Elders have voted, it cannot be over turned,”

Once more, silence reigned between the two males. After a moment, Toramaru rose from the bed and began gathering supplies to patch up his elder brother. InuTaisho sat quietly as his brother cleaned and wrapped his wounds, staring blankly at the opposite wall.

He was torn.

So badly he wanted to find his son, to see for himself that he was alright, and yet he feared to go anywhere near his child. He could not bear to see renewed hatred in his eyes that he knew would be in those amber eyes so much like his very own. It would tear what was left of soul into shreds.

Once Toramaru finished, the two fell into yet another uncomfortable silence. Minutes later, Lord Toramaru broke the silence with a simple question.

“How did it come to this, InuTaisho?”

Head bowed, jaw locked tight, InuTaisho clenched his fist.

“I don't know…Gods I don't know. These last few days my emotions have been out of control, emotions I myself did not want to acknowledge,”

InuTaisho stood slowly, grimacing at the soreness of his body. He limped over to one of the large windows, placed his hands on the window pane and bowed his head.

“What emotions, InuTaisho?” Toramaru asked quietly, though he already had some idea of what his brother felt.

“Anger, jealousy, envy…”

A small silence stretched between them.

“Resentment,” Toramaru finished.

InuTaisho's silence was more than enough of an answer.

“How can I be jealous and resentful of my own son who did his duty and took over as Lord of the Western lands while I was gone? What right do I have to feel such feelings towards him?” InuTaisho asked angrily, “He is my son,”

“Those emotions are normal considering the circumstances. You've always had a great love for the Western lands. It is only natural that you would want to pick up where you left off,”

InuTaisho shook his head.

“Nay, there is no excuse. I let my own selfish desires get the best of me,” he turned to his brother, amber eyes shimmering, “I tried to kill my own son, how in the hell is that normal or in any way natural, brother?”

InuTaisho clenched his fists, locked his jaw and turned back to the window.

“I cannot even bare to think of it,” he said quietly, “the whole situation makes me sick to my stomach,”

Again, silence reigned. Toramaru knew how he felt. Over the past few days, he himself had been experiencing some emotions he'd rather not let out of the deep dark place he had stored them. But somehow, someway they had come to the surface.

“I can understand your disgust with your emotions. I too have had to confront some…less than acceptable feelings concerning you and Sesshomaru,” Toramaru stated.

InuTaisho turned, clearly surprised.

“What feelings?”

“Anger, exasperation, irritation,”

InuTaisho's brows drew down in confusion.

“Why would you harbor such emotions towards us?”

Toramaru sighed.

“I have always felt such feelings toward you InuTaisho, though if it were not for these incidents I would never have told you of them,” he began, “You've lived the life I've always envied. You were the Lord of the most successful territory in Japan, for a brief time you found, loved and lived with the woman of your dreams, and have two sons and yet still, you managed to screw it up,”

InuTaisho blinked at that.

He'd had no idea that his younger brother had felt envious of his life. Truth be told, he had not thought much about his brother's feelings at all.

“And every time something happened, you came to me. And I listened. I did not mind listening and giving advice, but over the years it began to irritate me,” he confessed, “When you and Sesshomaru got into the fight earlier, I found that I was tired of rushing to keep the piece between you two. Instead of trying to make sure you two did not kill each other, I ignored you both and put my own peace of mind ahead of your trouble with your son,”

InuTaisho turned back to the window, staring out at the darkening sky. Hearing that from his brother was kind of painful. Not because of what he said, but because it was actually the truth.

He had in fact relied on his brother a lot to be the peace keeper between him and his son.

How he had not noticed it before, he did not know.

“Those feelings are not unnatural, brother. Though it shames me to feel such things towards my own kin, I know for myself that those emotions do not make a bad brother, nor do they make me a bad uncle. They make me mortal,” Toramaru explained, “There is no being on this earth immune to such feelings InuTaisho, not even you. Even parents feel such emotions towards their children. There is naught for you to do other than to acknowledge you have those feelings, examine them and accept them as the normal emotions of a mortal male,”

InuTaisho sighed. He knew his brother was right and yet he could not help but hate himself for his normal, mortal flaws.

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T

he pain just would not stop.

It consumed her entirely, cutting off the air supply to her lungs. She couldn't breath, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but lie on the cold grass a distance from the castle and sob gut wrenching dry sobs. No tears ran down her cheeks but they were there, invisible to the naked eye, drowning her from the inside.

She was shocked, disgusted and disturbed by her own behavior.

Every time she replayed her actions in Kagome's fall, she felt sick to her very core. Good Lord what had she done?

How could she have done such a thing to Kagome of all people?

She had no idea if the fall had killed her pups and didn't really care at the moment. In fact, she prayed to whatever higher being there was that Kagome's children had survived her nefarious action.

Against her will, the memory of Kagome's body tumbling down those stone steps came rushing back. The cracking of her skull hitting the ground at the end of the fall rang loudly in her ears. And the blood, the oozing, dark crimson puddle that had formed beneath her silky black hair brought forth another nauseous wave of shame.

Her stomach clenched and heaved, bile rose.

Kagura couldn't hold it back.

She vomited, large globs of bright green gooey liquid. Her throat burned, her tummy gurgled, and a nasty taste filled her mouth.

It was a while before she was able to completely empty the contents of her stomach, and afterwards she felt weak and shaky. Stumbling away from the mess, she collapsed onto the ground, tearless sobs wracking her body.

Kagura clutched at her chest, her eyes shut tight against the blistering pain.

A part of her hoped that the pain would end her life, that the contraction of her heart would prove fatal and she would die any moment.

And yet another part of her, though she loathed to admit it, was not sorry at all for what she had done. That part of her was already defending her actions, rationalizing that her choice had been totally justified due to the circumstances.

Vishious had forced her hand.

It was his fault not hers.

And yet she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she to was to blame, not just her twisted `father'. She had tipped Kagome's balance at the top of the stairs, not him. She had watched her friend topple down the stairs without so much as lifting a finger to stop it.

And she had stared down at her friend crumpled at the bottom of the stair case for the brief three minutes she had lost consciousness before rushing down to help.

That sickened her even more.

She had stood at the top of the stairs, wanting to let as much time pass as she dared before getting her friend the help that she had desperately needed. She had done it in an attempt to make sure that the fall and lack of immediate medical attention would effectively snub out the delicate lives of the unborn pups in her womb.

The shame was overwhelming.

But she had done it all for the sake of her mate!

Was that not what mates did? Protect each other?

Was what she did so different from what any other mated individual would do for their own mate?

With a loud sob, Kagura reached up and grabbed two fistfuls of hair and squeezed tight. She couldn't take it. The pain was so great, so very consuming that she was sure she was going to fall to pieces at any moment.

`Kagura, why do you torture yourself so?'

The sly, satisfied voice of her `father' nearly made her vomit once more. She could not bare his contemptible presence right now.

It was too much.

His laughter brought waves of nausea ripping through her.

`I ask you, Kagura, dear daughter, why do you torture yourself so? What you have done was nothing more than protecting your mate. What need do you have to agonize over the outcome of your actions,'

It would be so easy to go along with what he was saying to her, to let him give her an excuse to escape the blame, and yet from the laughter and glee radiating from his aura she knew for a fact that he did not mean a word of it.

He was in complete ecstasy basking in her pain and misery.

`Ecstasy?'

More laughter entered her mind, loud, mocking and cackling. Her stomach turned, and nausea crashed over her. Vishious dissolved into hoots of laughter as she vomited again. Kagura dug her fingers deep into the soft grass as her stomach heaved and twisted.

Once she could vomit no more, she lay on the ground, staring blankly up at the sky.

`You upset yourself needlessly,' Vishious informed her, `Those mutts still live…for now,'

Kagura was afraid to thank the Gods aloud for that. She feared to be relieved about the news because her `father' could just as easily be lying to her now. He could be setting her up for another round of emotional pain and torture.

`I can assure you that a lie has not passed my lips today. But it matters not, for you will see that the job is completed, ne, Kagura?'

Kagura closed her eyes tightly.

How could he expect her to do something like this again?

She could not.

She would not.

No more, not again.

Vishious' energy turned violently angry in a flash.

`You can and you will,' he assured her, `Do not nay say me. Your mate will pay dearly,'

Finally, Kagura spoke.

“I cannot,” she said softly in a hoarse voice.

`Take the potion if you are so spineless that you cannot handle a little dirty work,'

Kagura brought her hand up to the inside pocket of her kimono. The vial still contained a healthy amount of the potion.

`Take it and do what needs to be done, or I will kill you beloved Ensei. Make your choice. Now,'

Kagura pulled the vial out and gazed up at the darkening sky. She could feel her heart clenching once more. There was no point in asking herself if she would do this again, and absolutely no reason to agonize over it like she had before.

When it came to her mate, she would do anything to keep him safe.

As she opened the stopper on the vial and poured it down her throat, she thanked the Gods that the foul liquid would suppress her feelings of guilt and shame. It took no more than six seconds for the effects to kick; drinking it raw without diluting it with food sent it pouring through her system faster than before.

Instantly, the pain was gone, her heart slowed, and stomach settled.

Kagura sat up, brushing the dirt from her clothing and fixing her hair. She stood and straightened her kimono.

`The fall was not enough to kill those mutts,' Vishious said as Kagura walked calmly back to the castle, `but it did weaken them. You need to induce an early labor,'

Kagura had already figured that much out. Somehow, she had to get Kagome to have the pups soon. Of course she wouldn't be able to do so right now, no, not with Sesshomaru around. She knew that another opportunity to shove her down another flight of stairs would probably not present it self any time soon.

But then, there were other things she could do, herbs she could pick.

Kagome was fond of tea and as long as she was careful, no one would suspect a thing.

`There is an herb that can accomplish our goal,'

Kagura listened as Vishious gave her a detailed description of the plant. Already she was searching the grounds on the way back to the castle. About a few yards away from the servant's entrance, Kagura stopped and a slow, deliberate smile broke over her face.

Kneeling, she picked the herb carefully from the ground, making sure to get the root as well.

Just her luck.

She had found the herb.

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Vishious took another swallow of the liquid inside of his cup and sat back in his chair with a smile of satisfaction.

Though things hadn't gone according to his plans, going the long way to accomplish his goals was alright as well. He had never been a `planner' to begin with, that was more of Ehvil's cup of tea. No, he lived his life eccentrically, impulsively and completely on whim.

He planned his moves in much the same way.

The creature holding up the mirror before him groaned, its limbs trembling under the strain.

Vishious ignore the struggling monster and instead turned his attention to more important matters. His eyes shifted over to the demons around the room.

They were ready.

Mahdness and Ensanity sat with their possessions, collected from the many villages they had ravaged, surrounding them. Their shared greed was glaringly obvious. Every thing they saw they wanted, and every time they got what they wanted, they always wanted more. Their speech and thinking skills had grown in the past few weeks, enough that they were able to communicate like intelligent beings and they no longer needed someone to hold their hand when feeding or doing simple tasks.

Tourcher sat in the corner, petting the naked, bloody woman slave he had captured from the night before. Last night, he had ravaged the poor girl's body with his unquenchable lust and today the woman was as limp and lifeless as a rag doll.

The woman was not dead yet, but from the way Khaos was eyeing her, Vishious had no doubt the woman would find herself eaten very soon, in a completely different way.

Khaos' affliction was one of the easier flaws to control. Deny him the succulent flesh of a human or youkai and he was as tamed as a pup. He and Tourcher seemed to be the best of friends. They often spoke to each other, joking and laughing together. Vishious was sure it was because Tourcher fed Khaos his sex slaves after he was done with them.

Having a supply of mortals to eat no doubt satisfied every one of Khaos' gluttonous impulses.

His eyes moved over the last of his little pets.

Ahgony.

This one was proving to be a bit of a challenge. His affliction was anger. Every two seconds, Ahgony was angry. Whether it be because someone looked at him wrong, or blood got on his favorite sandals, or he got tired of hearing everyone speak, Ahgony always found something to be mad about.

And that was becoming a problem.

It clouded his judgment and made him deaf to the commands of his master at times, and to Vishious, that was completely unacceptable.

Even though the power he demonstrated when angry was extraordinary, it was also a weakness.

Weakness they could ill afford to have to deal with at this point in time. Ahgony was just as smart and capable as his brethren, but his flaw was crippling, not just to him, but for all of them. If he could not follow orders, it affected everyone, not to mention it pissed him off to no end.

Lately, he had contemplated terminating the male…permanently and sending him back to his father in hell.

The thought brought a smile to his face.

His father.

Vishious had not seen his in so very long and he had to wonder if the old bat was still alive anymore. Hard to tell when it came to that male.

Speaking of not seeing a male in a while…

“Where is Ehvil?” he questioned.

“He left,” Tourcher said petting the trembling woman on his lap.

“Where did he go?”

“Out,” Mahdness responded.

“Out?”

“He said to tell you he was going out,” Ahgony said with more than a bit of irritation, “As if that's some kind of explanation. He's been acting weird lately and I for one am tired of it,”

Vishious had to admit that the hot head was right about one thing, Ehvil had in fact been acting weird, but he wasn't sure if it was a positive thing or a negative one. He clearly didn't approve of the schemes surrounding Kagome, and yet, he never said a word.

Instead, he'd kill.

He'd kill in the most heinous and disturbing ways, just like in the old days.

On one hand, his strange behavior really brought out his viciousness, but on the other hand, his weirdness could lead to interference with his plans for Kagome.

And that was something else they could ill afford.

Ehvil was yet another of his followers that was close to having their head taken.

But in both cases, it was too early to say whether or not an execution would be necessary, but judging from the way things were going, it was a distinct possibility.

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