InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Blue ❯ Chapter 13 ( Chapter 13 )

 

Disclaimer: No I do NOT own Inuyasha…trust me I would be doing something with my life if I did…

 

 

A.N. I hope that you guys like it-and THIS IS NOT AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE!!

 

 

Blue

 

 

Chapter 13: To Gain Nothing…

 

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Her back pressed firmly against the tree trunk. A figure clad in red loomed from above her, blocking her every escape with his body. One of his legs was shoved between her two legs. He pressed her further into the tree, cupping her face lovingly. He whispered loving words into her ear, words she did not hear. His breath tickled the shell of her ear as he tenderly stroked her raven tresses against her head.

 

She felt her world crumble around her.

 

He continued to stroke her hair, moving his clawed hand slowly from her hair to her face.

 

An eerie glow surrounded the couple lost in each other's presence. The trees sheltering the couple swayed gently in the wind, causing their hair to mingle together, making it seem as if they were lovers caught in the eyes of the other.

 

The scene presented a perfect picture of the couple madly in love, the tresses mixing to look as if they belong together, black with silver.

 

His love for her shone brightly in his eyes. She brought her hand to rest behind his neck, running her delicate fingers through the silver mane, massaging his scalp gently.

 

It was the perfect picture, of a perfect couple, in a perfect love.

 

She raised herself, bringing her face into the crook of his neck, hugging him tightly to her chilled body.

 

He did not fail her.

 

He quickly brought her frail body into his strong one, holding her in a protectively loved embrace.

 

It was a lover's embrace.

 

And it had killed her.

 

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Kagome jolted awake, her eyes burning with a renewed vigor.

 

The fire in them was merciless.

 

The darkness in her room concealed her blazing eyes from the world.

 

She quickly found her thoughts turning maniacal.

 

“I hate him,” she uttered quietly in the dark room.

 

The only answer to her statement was quietness.

 

“I hate him,” Kagome said again, this time the anger more clear in her voice as it rang off the walls.

 

Her black hair fell messily in her face, obscuring the room even further from her rage filled eyes.

 

“I HATE HIM!”

 

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Inuyasha sat in a plush leather chair, his back facing towards the door as he looked out to the city from the window covering his wall.

 

The sounds of the city were dulled by the concealment spell over his demon senses, making him slightly relieved that he didn't have to smell the putrid scent that was the town.

 

His eyes were downcast, looking at passing civilians with a troubled expression.

 

“Kagome,” he mumbled absent mindedly to himself, placing a human nailed hand on the thick glass, thumping his forehead lightly against it.

 

There was a knock at the door, the sound echoing throughout the office room, startling Inuyasha into awareness.

 

“Come in,” he called commandingly, all traces of his weakness gone.

 

The door handle twisted, swinging the door open with a loudness that could only belong to one person.

 

“Yes what is it Miroku?” Inuyasha asked, never tearing his violet gaze from the large wall-like window.

 

“Well hello to you too, Inuyasha,” Miroku answered smoothly, strutting over to a plush business chair seated in front of Inuyasha's desk. He settled himself in the chair comfortably after he closed the door, this time more quietly.

 

The only response the former monk got from his friend was a grunt.

 

“So is it true?” Miroku suddenly asked after a moment's pause. He watched Inuyasha, his suspicions being confirmed as the hanyou's body tensed at the question.

 

“What do you know?” came Inuyasha's almost silent reply, answering Miroku's question with one of his own.

 

Inuyasha's heart pounded loudly in his ears, the concert playing itself over again in his mind's eye. His emotions in the past day had been nothing more than a sea of hurt, confusion, and an emotion he couldn't quite place his finger on.

 

“Well,” Miroku started, “Shippo came to me and frantically told me of every detail that happened at the concert.”

 

The room grew quiet at Miroku's declaration.

 

“I'm sorry, Inuyasha,” Miroku told the hanyou, trying to rid the room of the cold feeling that was sinking into his bones.

 

Inuyasha huffed, though Miroku could tell that it held no real bite from his newly found misery.

 

“I don't want your damn pity,” Inuyasha spat venomously after the apology, folding his arms angrily across his chest. His eyes narrowed as they stared at nothing beyond the window.

 

“Inuyasha, I'm not giving you my pity,” Miroku told the man seriously.

 

Miroku sighed and leaned back into the chair, trying to make himself more comfortable.

 

Inuyasha continued to stand with his back towards Miroku and his body tense.

 

“You know, Inuyasha,” Miroku started, knowing that he had caught the hanyou's attention by the way he shifted from one foot to the other for the briefest of moments. “I told Sango about it. She wants to try and find her.”

 

Miroku understood and respected Inuyasha's wishes not to mention her name to him after she had died, but now he seemed to reconsider his previous decisions.

 

“No.”

 

The simple statement caused some unknown anger to bubble dangerously in Miroku's chest.

 

“What do you mean `no', Inuyasha?” he asked, letting his displeasure over the whole situation show as clear as water in his voice.

 

“I mean `no,'” Inuyasha said again. “What part do you not understand?”

 

Miroku felt the heat in his body temperature rise from the anger coursing through his veins. He decided through his rage that he had every right to be furious at the hanyou. She was Miroku's and Sango's friend after all, and it wasn't their fault that she disappeared in the first place.

 

“Inuyasha, I am going to warn you once, and only once. If you do not find Kagome, then Sango and I will.”

 

Her name passed so easily from his lips.

 

That was the thought that Miroku was struck with before he found himself pressed harshly against the far wall, an angered—and now unconcealed—Inuyasha holding him tightly by the throat.

 

In all honesty Miroku hadn't expected her name to pass so easily from his lips.

 

He hadn't, after all, said it in over five-hundred years.

 

His feet dangled helplessly below him, though Miroku made no attempt to struggle. He refused to let Inuyasha win this battle.

 

Inuyasha's eyes were tinted with a hint of red, his ears were pressed back in his fury against his head, and his talons pressed tight enough to draw blood from Miroku's human neck.

 

The chair Miroku had been sitting in was tipped back on the floor from where Inuyasha had grabbed him savagely, the wood split in some places from its hard descent to the ground.

 

“Leave my business alone,” Inuyasha growled out, gritting his teeth in anger while baring his fangs threateningly to Miroku, his youkai seeing the man as a threat to retrieve his mate.

 

Miroku narrowed his eyes at the angered hanyou, not caring of the claws pressed dangerously close to his airway.

 

“This is no longer your business alone Inuyasha,” Miroku managed to get out, his glare never wavering from the hanyou.

 

Inuyasha growled.

 

“You stay the hell away from her,” he told the monk, tightening his hold on the dangling man before letting him go completely.

 

Miroku fell to the floor with a `thump,' getting back to his feet in one fluid motion with the satisfaction of knowing that his point had gotten across to Inuyasha.

 

“That was uncalled for,” Miroku joked, a ghost of a smile lingering on his face.

 

Inuyasha just growled again, his pride too hurt to let this just go.

 

Before Inuyasha could snap a smart-ass reply though, the intercom on Inuyasha's desk went off and an old voice filled the air.

 

“Mr. Tasho, Mr. Tasho would like to speak with you.” There was a pause on the other end as Inuyasha's eyebrow raised itself. “I hope that that made sense sir.”

 

Inuyasha let a fake chuckle pass though his lips convincingly, knowing that you didn't bring your problems to the work area.

 

“It did, Kaiko,” Inuyasha said, addressing his secretary.

 

He turned back to Miroku.

 

“If you would excuse me,” Inuyasha started, “my brother needs me for something. You know the way.”

 

With that Inuyasha gave his back to Miroku as he made his way out of the now ruined office and into the plain hallways, slipping his concealment spell on smoothly.

 

Inuyasha's attention was focused solely on his brother and what he wanted as he walked down the hallway to Sesshomaru's office.

 

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An elegant smirk played over Sesshomaru's face as he read and re-read the memo left to him by his secretary from the night before.

 

It seemed that something in Inuyasha's life really was mysterious.

 

He found it almost amusing how fate could crush Inuyasha and then present him with a once in a lifetime opportunity.

 

The darkness in the room for once contrasted to Sesshomaru's amused mood.

 

Muffled voices were heard from behind the door leading into his office. Sesshomaru had to struggle not to smirk when he realized that it was Inuyasha on the other side of the door, deciding that he would get his brother's panties in a wad before he dropped this new bomb on him.

 

He did still want to keep his brother in place after all.

 

The hanyou had to know that he, Sesshomaru, was still the superior of the brothers.

 

But now it was just because he was older.

 

His door opened and Sesshomaru noted that Inuyasha smelled faintly of his demon blood, the scent telling Sesshomaru that the hanyou would be easy to set off.

 

The hanyou stood near the door, an emotionless look on his face, one that he himself had taught the hanyou.

 

“Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru greeted emotionlessly, trying with all his will power not to smirk at the already aggravated hanyou.

 

“Sesshomaru, can you just tell me what in the hell you want so that I can go back to where I need to be?” Inuyasha asked impatiently, not really wanting to spend brotherly time with the ice king.

 

Sesshomaru raised a single eyebrow in question, letting the smallest of smirks line his face.

 

“Am I keeping you from something Inuyasha?” he asked evenly, knowing that the hanyou was probably doing nothing more than daydreaming about a certain mate of his.

 

Inuyasha just growled, knowing by the tone in Sesshomaru's voice that he was just messing with him.

 

“As a matter of fact-” Inuyasha began, getting cut off when Sesshomaru stood suddenly from his spot in his `head man'—so as Inuyasha liked to call it—chair.

 

“Inuyasha I do believe that you need to have a seat,” Sesshomaru said, motioning with his hand towards the chair facing his desk.

 

Inuyasha huffed and crossed his arms across his chest.

 

“I'm fine where I am, thank you,” he replied shortly, his thanks hollow even to his own ears.

 

Sesshomaru sighed.

 

“Yes well if you're going to be a bitch about it, then by all means, do stand,” Sesshomaru told his brother, knowing that it bruised his pride when his behavior was called out on as acting like a girl about things.

 

Inuyasha just growled.

 

“Did you have something you wanted to say to me or are you just doing this to purposefully waste my time?”

 

Sesshomaru sighed with no emotion in it.

 

“Yes well, on to the matter at hand,” he said more to himself than his brother.

 

“About time,” Inuyasha muttered to himself, knowing that his brother would hear—and ignore—it.

 

“Last night,” Sesshomaru said, sitting slightly on the corner of his desk, “I got a call from a manager at one of the hotels. You of course know that no one was at the offices that late at night, so the answering machine picked the call up. My secretary got the message earlier this morning and had no idea what the hell the person was talking about so she sent a memo to me with the message.”

 

Sesshomaru held up a small slip of paper in his hands.

 

“I have no need for it, but it proved itself to be very interesting. I thought that you might know something about it.” Sesshomaru finished up, pleased by the very confused look plastered on his brother's face.

 

“Umm…” Inuyasha replied, not knowing what his brother was even remotely talking about.

 

Sesshomaru made a motion with his hand for Inuyasha to shut up as he took the piece of paper in his other hand, going over the brief lines before he decided to read them out loud.

 

“It reads as follows. Keep in mind that this is from an answering machine,” Sesshomaru reminded Inuyasha before he continued.

 

“It says: Hi, my name is Chiro and I was just calling to ask. I'm not sure if it's any of my concern, but I noticed that the singer Blue was staying at our hotel, and she didn't appear to have the star treatment. She might have made plans with you to keep it like that, but I was just wondering. If you could, please do give me a call,” Sesshomaru read aloud, letting the end of the sentence drift off as the memo rattled on about how to reach her.

 

Inuyasha stood in a stunned silence. “That…?” Inuyasha asked, trying to form a complete sentence.

 

“If I am not mistaken Inuyasha, isn't this `Blue' character your mate?” Sesshomaru asked his little brother, already knowing the answer, but pushing Inuyasha further.

 

“She-” Inuyasha began, his violet eyes going wide in disbelief.

 

Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow at the man.

 

“Are you having more trouble than normal forming comprehensible sentences, little brother?” Sesshomaru more accused than asked.

 

Inuyasha just stood where he had been the whole time, his body frozen in shock as the news finally clicked in his brain.

 

It was as if someone had put a sock on his reason to make things work out. As soon as Inuyasha had discovered where Kagome supposedly was, and where she had been the whole time, he was a mess. He ran out of Sesshomaru's office without so much as a thank you, and took to the busy Tokyo streets, one thing on his mind.

 

Finding Kagome.

 

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Kagome sighed as Ron continued to fuss at her, trying to ignore his protest as she walked around him with her arms full. Sachiko sat on her bed, watching as her mother walked from a dresser to a suitcase, placing her clothes messily into the box before making another round to the dresser.

 

“Kagome, I really don't think you should be doing this!” he protested in his flamboyant way, his eyebrows drawn down in his distaste to the whole idea.

 

“Ron, you don't understand. I need time to relax without you breathing down my neck every five seconds!” Kagome shot back, never missing a beat as she continued to load the suitcase, Sachiko's bag ready and waiting by the front door.

 

“Kagome!” Ron whined desperately, not knowing what he could do to stop the girl from leaving.

 

“Ron!” Kagome shouted, finally fed up with his complaining.

 

“I know that I'm famous, and I know that when I decided that I wanted to be in this business that I would have absolutely no privacy, but I need to get out! I just finished that damn tour, and I'm ready for my own fucking vacation!” Kagome yelled, throwing the clothes in her hands on the floor in her anger, her fists coming to be balled tightly by her sides.

 

“But what if something happens?” Ron asked, still trying to convince the woman to stay.

 

Kagome sighed in exasperation, throwing her hands in the air and waving them around in her frustration at the whole situation.

 

“Ron you know I have my damn cell phone!” she yelled to him, squatting for a moment to grab the clothes she had thrown on the floor and shoving them unceremoniously into her suitcase.

 

Ron shook his head and winced, his face taking on a look Kagome had never seen.

 

“But Kagome!” he whined to her, finally out of ideas as to why she should stay. “What if someone comes looking for you?” he asked the woman who continued to run around the room.

 

“No one's coming to look for me Ron,” Kagome told the man doubtingly, knowing that no one would come to look for her.

 

Hell, only her mother and Ron—excluding Sachiko—knew that she was `Blue.'

 

She shoved her last article of clothing into the giant suitcase before pushing down with all her might to snap the thing closed. She sat on the top, knowing that if she moved the suitcase would snap open. She let out a strangled sigh, tired from all the packing and arguing she had been doing with Ron since she had announced earlier that morning that she was leaving.

 

“Sachiko would you help me dear?” Kagome asked, looking over her shoulder to her silent daughter.

 

Sachiko smiled and nodded, coming quickly over to Kagome's aid.

 

She ran to her mother and snapped the two buckles on opposite sides of the suitcase together easily, rewarded with a thank you from her exhausted mother and a smile.

 

“Okaa-san, when are we leaving?” Sachiko asked innocently, curiosity shining brightly in her eyes.

 

Kagome smirked in Ron's direction.

 

“See,” she said to the man accusingly, “even my child wants to leave this fucking place.”

 

“Kagome!” Ron tried again, rewarded with a pillow shoved harshly in his face.

 

“Ron shove it!” Kagome yelled, finally fed up with what he was doing. “Grow the fuck up and leave me the hell alone! If there's a freaking emergency then call me! But don't call me just to check up on me or I'm going to kill you!”

 

Kagome hefted her bag to the floor, taking Sachiko's small hand in one of her own and the suitcase in the other, leading them all to the door.

 

“See ya later Ron!” Kagome called from over her shoulder, knowing that the manager was far from pleased with her behavior.

 

Kagome's mask was off, so no one knew who she was. She instructed the bellboy to take her bags, including Sachiko's, to the car waiting for them out in the front of the hotel lobby.

 

He tipped his hat in acknowledgment to her before pushing the cart with her bags to the elevator and down to the car.

 

Kagome looked down at her daughter.

 

“Sachiko, I want to take you around town,” Kagome told the little girl.

 

Sachiko looked at her mother, a confused expression on her face. “But Okaa-san, what about our bags?”

 

Kagome smiled down at Sachiko.

 

“The driver knows where we're going so he'll just drop our stuff off, okay?” Kagome told Sachiko, knowing that the little girl was just curious.

 

Sachiko smiled brightly up to her mother. “Okay Okaa-san!” she said happily, tugging insistently to get Kagome to hurry to the elevator. “Let's go to the town!” she declared happily, making a small smile come to Kagome's face.

 

“Yes let's,” Kagome replied as she pushed the down button to the elevator and watched as it lit up.

 

Sachiko laughed.

 

“Hurray!” she yelled happily, throwing the hand not occupied by her mother into the air in her excitement. “Let's go have fun!”

 

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Inuyasha walked briskly down the busy streets of Tokyo, the only thought on his mind was how to get to the hotel and find Kagome.

 

His nerves were on end as he continued to walk, not watching where he was going, and most certainly not caring what he was doing to get where he wanted to get.

 

Meaning he didn't much mind shoving people out of his way.

 

A fire truck went past Inuyasha, it sirens wailing loudly in his ears, still sensitive even thought they were concealed.

 

There was a high squeal of a child, something breaking, people running, shoving, and a mother's voice calling out to her child before he was shoved into a rather soft body.

 

He instinctively reached out; clutching the person to him by their biceps, knowing it was a girl from how small they were.

 

He looked down at the sea of raven hair obscuring his view from her face.

 

She looked up to thank him, her eyes shining in her appreciation.

 

Inuyasha felt his world freeze.

 

His breath hitched and he found his airway tighten painfully.

 

`Kagome.'

 

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