InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Canine ❯ Revenge ( Chapter 6 )

Finally able to free himself from the retched office without tarring down the door, Sesshomaru made it down the stares in record timing. As soon as his feet touched the first floor he froze in concern. He smelled blood; kagome's blood. Preparing himself for running up the other set of stairs to the bedroom he stopped when he saw his target; Naraku. He and his damn lackeys were enjoying a laugh, heading for the door to the hallway.

Growling to himself, he backed up and walked around to the back of the stairs, opening a secret door. It had been forever since he had done this; hells its been forever since he was really angry. Walking into the room he closed the door behind him, pulling out his cell.

“Yes Sesshomaru” said a familiar voice.

“Hiten, make sure no one enters the club.”

“The hallway?” he asked.

“Yes”

“No problem boss” hiten smiled to himself.

Standing in the small room, Sesshomaru reached for the light switch. The light brightened the room immediately with no flickering of any kind. The room was small and black. Everything was black. The light barely did anything. It looked to be that there were no walls, just a random light lighting that section of whatever dark hell he was in. It was creepy yet seductive.

On the wall across form the door a small table sat. Three security monitors, a board of knobs and toggle switched, a VCR and a phone decorated the small black table. Grinning to himself he waited for Naraku to enter the hallway.

 

 

 

Inu Yasha laid on the floor.

There was nothing, no one, just him and his justified guilt. How could he have let something like this happen? He could hear her ridged breathing and could smell her blood, and yet he couldn't move. He wanted to hold her in his arms, but just couldn't move. Was he doomed to be stuck there forever?

“Inu Yasha?” a small voice sounded behind him. “Are you ok?”

“Kikyo” he growled. “Get to kagome” He wasn't really mad at her, but angry in general.

Kneeling down next to him he smelt her tears. Placing her hands on Inu Yasha's back she closed her eyes, concentrating. She glowed with a warm light, soothing and healing the hanyou's muscles and bones. Her strength left her as she felt her body start to disincarnate.

Inu Yasha didn't know what was going on. He could feel his bones and muscle moving back to the places they were supposed to. The pain ripped threw his body, daring him to move again.

That's when the unexpected happened. The necklace broke, sending the beads in all directions. She broke the spell…but how? She didn't have any spiritual powers, or did she. He never actually stopped to pay attention.

“Kikyo?” he called as he lifted his body off of the ground, surprised by the amount of pain was left. There was hardly any, and he was preparing himself for broken bones. How did she do that?

Turning around to face her he noticed her legs were cracked and spread across the ground like dirt. Wait it was dirt. It was as if she wasn't all there. He could barely feel her presence. “How?” he asked; confused.

Kikyo smiled pain evident in her eyes. “I am a priestess Inu Yasha. I lived in a shrine until I came here” She winced in pain. “Please take me to kagome” she whispered.

Carefully picking her up he had to stop and look at her legs, well what was left of them. They had all disincarnated down to right above her knees. How was this possible? A body made of dirt? He would have noticed that when they were…

“Inu Yasha?” She stopped him before he could enter the room. “After I do this, I want you to tell Sesshomaru that I am thankful for his help, even though it didn't all go as planned.”

Confused, and desperately wanting answers, he chose to put then to the side for the time being and find kagome.

Taking a step into the room the sent of her blood increased. There was more spilled that he fist thought. Panicking, he searched the room and found nothing. Finally he headed toward the bathroom, but he couldn't make it all the way in before he saw her.

She laid in the bathtub, naked, cold. The water was running, rinsing off the blood as it pored from her wounds. Her face wasn't touched, but her entire body was ripped. There were knife marks everywhere. Not wanting to count the number of them, he knew there were at least 100 of them.

Gently placing Kikyo down on the ground, with a painful gasp from Kikyo, inu Yasha grabbed for the blanket on the bed and headed back for kagome. Carefully he picked her up and wrapped her in it, taking her to the bed. In a matter of minutes, the blanket was covered in her blood.

“Inu Yasha, take me to her” she pleaded.

Inu Yasha would not have her heard if it wasn't for the hope that Kikyo could help her like she helped him. There was nothing outside of this room. He wanted to get angry, but at that moment he couldn't. The girl laying in front of him was dieing, and nothing could be done to save her. She had already lost too much blood. His eyes filled with tears at the thought of what Naraku could have done to her. He didn't know the extent, just what he heard, but this. He could never have imagined this.

Turning from kagome he picked up Kikyo, placing her next to the dieing girl in the bed.

Kikyo's soul cried. If she was able she would have gone after Naraku herself, but it was too late now. Reaching out her hand, she placed it on kagome's forehead. Trying to concentrate under the stress of saving her life, she used every last ounce of energy she had left. Inu Yasha didn't notice when her arms started to disincarnate, along with her face, but Kikyo sure did. `I'm sorry my dear cousin. Please don't let Naraku's foul act taint you…You are an amazing woman kagome'.

Inu Yasha couldn't take his eyes off of kagome. He watched as her skin healed the cuts one bye one, quicker that Sesshomaru could ever hope to, but then it stopped. There were only a few left on her arms now, but they were still bad, and it stopped healing. He was so concerned with kagome they he didn't even noticed Kikyo. Turning to look at Kikyo and what he caused him to not know what to do. The only thing left of her was her arm, which was still resting on kagome's forehead. He didn't even notice that her body gave out.

 

 

 

Starring at the camera, Sesshomaru waited.

Suddenly everything fell into place. Naraku and his Lackey's entered the hall as if nothing was wrong. Walking half way they stopped as they heard the sound of doors latching. Before they were able to run to the door to check if what they heard was true the light went out.

“Hey wants going on?” one panicked.

“That bastard” another one screamed

“We can't get out,” the third squeaked.

Suddenly a booming voice thundered over speakers that none of them could see. “Do not ever presume that you could take over one such as I”.

The dog demon watched from in his little black room as the two lackeys started to panic, and Naraku stood still, shacking in anger.

“YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH THIS SESSHOMARU! TERIN AND HIS MEN WITH AVENGE ME” Naraku screamed as loud as he could.

Sesshomaru laughed, allowing those in the hallway to hear so. “Terin died by my hands, and for his men. My men have already taken hold of everything. You walked right into my trap.”

Gritting his teach Naraku growled. “You held the wench as bate?”

There was a pause before Naraku understood. He started to laugh.

“That mighty Sesshomaru's plan backfired because of me. You may have gotten what you wanted, but now the priestess is tainted. Wasn't she the last one? After all Kikyo didn't even put up a fight. It was as if she didn't want to live. To bad for her”

Sesshomaru heard enough. The retched demon was just trying to get to him, and it almost worked. It wasn't that he cared for Kikyo, nor kagome, it was just that he never had a plan that didn't go just as he wanted it. He never attended for the girl to go threw suck pain, and he never attended for Kikyo to suffered death, but all that no longer mattered. He ended Terin's life, and had Naraku where he wanted him. It was over. Flipping a few toggle switched he left the almighty feeling of guilt as he pressed the little red button (dun dun dunnnn).

Kagome flashed threw his mind as he heard the screamed from the hallway. The walls opened up enough for multiply type of guns to shoot freely throughout the dark walls. Sesshomaru sat there, calmly, before he flipped another toggle switch, causing multiple saws to randomly pop out from the floor.

When the screamed were no longer heard, he ceased all fire and sawing. Turning on the lights he was please to see that they were all dead, but now random body parts were flung throughout the hallway, giving it an artist feel.

Pressing a few more buttons he watched as high power jets sprayed watcher throughout the wall way, cleaning off every surface. The floor opened up, devouring what was left of the bodies. It only took a matter of 3 minutes at the most to do this, and then dry it thoroughly with high-powered jets that shot hot air.

It was over, and there was no evidence. Perfect.

 

 

Meanwhile, not to far off; with Miroku.

60 men in night camo hid behind trees, cars, buildings, large rocks, on boats; anywhere they could, holding their guns in firing position. They all knew the plan. They had fifteen minutes to take over the place, and empty it out. Many white unmarked vans waited not to far off for their cargo.

Miroku sat there, preparing for what he was about to do. He wanted to be here for this. His motives aren't as everybody else's. He isn't for revenge, or because Sesshomaru told him to do it, but he was here because last time he set food here he saw an angel.

`Off in the distance a familiar girl was struggling against some guys, screaming her head off.'

Kagome told him about her; Sango. What a beautiful girl. He had never been able to get her out of her mind since the day they picked up Kagome.

Moving his hand, signaling for them to move it. He pulled his handgun out from in its holster strapped around his chest, making sure it was loaded. Looking down he saw that he still had the extra clips trapped to his legs in a Velcro holster. He wasn't one for large guns, but he loved to randomly shoot things; always random object. He had to have as much ammo as needed for play.

Everything went as planned. They went in, gassed the place. Took everybody as captives then went looking for the “cargo” hold; where the girls were kept. To their surprise there were only 5 girls. They expected for there to be somewhere around 50. That means that they had all been sold to other people; including his Sango, who was no where to be found

Cursing under his breath, Miroku ran threw the halls looking for where they might keep all their files. He had to know where she was. He couldn't handle the thought of somebody like her being forced into thing he couldn't even imagine.

“Sir” a man stood just ahead of Miroku, holding a computer.

“What is it?” Miroku stopped right in front of him, hopping for news of where Sango might be kept.

“This computer is the only thing here. It looked like they didn't have any papers anywhere. There is a lock on the computer so it may take time to decipher.”

“How long” Miroku almost growled impatiently.

“Anywhere from an hour to three weeks.”

Miroku punched the wall that was closest to him. “Then hurry up” He screamed

“yes sir” The man took off down the hall.

Miroku checked the last of the room to find nothing as he headed out to the vans. The place was emptied, and it was only a matter of time before the police showed up. Jumping into the Van, Miroku and the rest of the vans drove back to the club.

“I will find you Sango” he whispered to himself.