InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Chemical Romance ❯ Seeing but not believing ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Ritalin_Writer 
Reliving the past
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance / Suspense | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.11.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.4K | Visits: 338 | Status: Work In Progress
Reliving the past
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance / Suspense | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.11.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.4K | Visits: 338 | Status: Work In Progress
Ritalin_writer: MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I’M BACK BIATCH! This chapter is long but it was worth it!! Though I must warn those with weak stomachs this is not the chapter for you.
Chapters 2: Seeing but not believing
Inuyasha sat nonchalantly atop a building in central Tokyo, the cover of night obscuring his contour from the view of humans. His silver tresses flowed down his back and waved behind him as the wind caressed him, sending the silver strands into the air to resemble a silver stream. The half moon hung above the concrete jungle he had once lived in, fifty years ago. His eyes were a tantalizing flaxen hue, the color of burnt honey yet with the lucidity of the moon appeared lighter and lucid.
His resemblance to Lord Sesshoumaru was uncanny; because he was the alleged half brother of the Great Dog demons first son. However there was a reason Inuyasha was only Sesshoumaru’s half sibling. It was because he was only a half demon. A hanyou that didn’t assimilate fully with demons and not at all with humans. The humans spurned him because he was half demon while the demons shunned him for being half human. He couldn’t be accepted and none dared to try for fear of losing their lives.
There had been only two people in his life time that had accepted him for what he had been. His mother had been the sole reason he was still alive and with all his limbs intact. His father had loved her and in return she had loved him. She bore a child for him from her unbridled love and then died because of excessive bleeding in her abdomen. To this day Inuyasha feared the pain of giving birth to him had caused it.
Kikyo, a woman that had been his life and was taken away because of what he could not become what he could not provide. She had been a worker of the government, what her occupation was he could not recall or perhaps she had never clarified what she did. Whatever it was it was a well guarded secret and he never found out.
Either way it hadn’t prevented their meeting and soon their love.
But what begins evidently always has an end because one day as they were meeting they were discovered by undercover agents that were following her. Someone she worked with had noticed her frequent disappearances and had become concerned with her well being and notified their supervisor.
Appointing agents to follow her they discovered her wayward relationship and had taken her into custody. She was imprisoned in the very place she had worked and questioned. They believed she was a spy, either being controlled or manipulated by the demons and none seemed to believe it was her free will that drew her to the silver haired demon.
They hadn’t accepted her alibi. The government accused her of treason and sentenced her to life in prison without parole.
Days passed, weeks passed, a year passed before Inuyasha knew that she wasn’t coming back to him. Knew that something has transpired that prevented their love. And to refuse a demon was to invoke a terrible wrath.
He had tracked the remnants down scents washed by time and had located the prison she had been held in and with every ounce of his rage he infiltrated the facility to rescue her.
He still remembered the carnage….
~~~Flashback~~~
It had been a humid summer night, the air was arid and dry but to Inuyasha it didn’t matter at all. He still adorned his red haori and hakama as he leapt adroitly over the barb wire fence.
His feet were bare as he landed on the other side in a crouch and carefully assessing his surrounding for guards, alarm systems, and other devices that might alert the residence of his arrival.
Silver dog ears perked and swiveled to the distant sounds of murmuring people and his nose detected their swiftly approaching scents.
He glanced towards a guard tower that loomed over the fences and jumped towards it his golden eyes brightly shimmering with contempt. He clung to the wood easily and glanced warily over the side watching as the guard that should be watching the grounds, was reclining on a chair and watching a portable television and drinking something that smelled of alcohol.
Without a moments hesitation the half dog demon pounced and muffled the mans cries of alarm with his clawed hand just before twisting his neck roughly to the side. His victim fell unconscious and he gingerly laid the man down on the chair he’d been occupying.
The men he had scented on the ground had passed the tower without hearing anything and Inuyasha took the opportunity to leap back down and make a dash for the prison. His feet barely touching the dirt floor as he rounded the corner of the building, pressing his back against the cold concrete and again sniffing for any other security guards that might be patrolling.
Fortune was on his side at the moment and he found no other humans wandering around which made it easier and at the same time harder.
The grounds of the prison were unfamiliar to him and the surroundings were tainted with other scents some that were too old to trace. What if Kikyo was already dead and this effort was too late?
What if she was in another prison because someone thought that he might come and take her back? The ‘ifs’ were driving him out of his mind but he shook them off like a dog did water and resumed his mission.
“Kikyo I’m coming.” He muttered to himself as he crouched on all fours and began sniffing the ground.
The scents of women and men were all over the place but it was Kikyo’s scent of Chinese bell flowers and rain. He walked about the grounds the twilight slowly but surely fading from the sky and his search seemed to become more and more futile as the hours and minutes ticked by.
His expression had dissipated to a demeanor of morbid mourning; his shoulder slumped and arms limply swaying as he strode once more over the facilities grounds. His ears frequently twitched but gained nothing and the guards had deserted the surroundings for whatever reasons.
How could he have let this happen? Why? Why hadn’t he come sooner and saved her? So what if she was human, they could turn her into a demon and then she could have stayed with him until they both died.
His eyes burned and he allowed his silver bangs to fall over his face, shadowing them from view of the world.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Kikyo.” He muttered his voice weak as he slumped to his knees and began pounding the ground as if it had swallowed her up and refused to bring her back.
“Why didn’t I get here sooner!? Why did I wait so long to come and get her!?”
He pounded out ever word as he smashed his fists into the ground leaving a perfect indent of his knuckles in the earth as the sun began to break over the building and shower his back in light.
“Inu…yasha?”
The voice was distant and though it was faint even to his ears, he had heard it.
He turned his attention frantically from the floor to the buildings, searching for the voice.
“Inuyasha it is you! What are you doing here?”
He finally glanced up seeing a bared window and peering out of it was the raven haired beauty he’d fallen in love with. Her hair was disheveled and unruly but still it was beauty in his eyes. Dark shadows hung from her brown eyes but they still shimmered with life as they had the day they had met. Her skin was as pale as clouds but still appeared as lush as he remembered.
He couldn’t prevent the slight bulge in his pants as he stared at her and memorized her visible features.
“Kikyo, you’re alive?” he spoke absently before leaping towards the window sill and hopping from one to another and finally to hers. Kikyo stuck her hand through the bars and Inuyasha clasped it as if she was the anchor to his ship.
“Kikyo I thought I lost you. I’m so sorry I didn’t come for you sooner.” He pulled away and grabbed the bars, straining backwards to pull them from the wall itself. Kikyo’s expression was mixed. Sorrowful yet happy, scared yet amused.
“Inuyasha you…” she pointed to his pants, a light blush on her face as well as a charming smile and as a reflex Inuyasha glanced down seeing his own erection and blushing madly, covering himself with his hands but in doing so teetering off balance and falling off the sill.
“Inuyasha!” She looked down astonished as he fell but righted himself in mid-air, landing on his feet and rebounding. This time regardless of his erection, regardless of his bright red face and regardless of the less then serene thoughts now plaguing his mind……He began to take the bars from the wall.
Kikyo to his surprise moved to stop him, placing her hands that were clammy and moist on his own, looking at him with a plaintive gaze of suffering and sadness.
“Inuyasha I cannot go with you. You must leave here while you still have the chance to remain as you are.” Inuyasha had stopped jerking at the bars staring at her face with a mixture of astonishment and bemusement.
“Kikyo what are you talking about? I’m not going to change until tomorrow night I’ll have plenty of time to get you out before the sun goes down.” Waving off the concern but she was insistent, her grip tightened around his wrist as hard as she could even though Inuyasha barely felt the strength she poured into it.
“Inuyasha you don’t understand they’ll kill you!”
“They can’t do anything to me! I may be half human but I’m half demon as well if you haven’t forgotten!” Their voices had escalated into a light shouting and a resident in the opposite cell moaned loudly in her sleep, reacting to their voices and forcing them to remember they were in a hostile environment.
“Kikyo what are you saying?”
Her eyes shadowed by her hair, Kikyo did not meet his golden gaze her grip lessening and feeble receding into the cell.
“There’s, there’s something I haven’t told you Inuyasha. Something bad.” Her voice quivered as if on the verge of hysterics and Inuyasha caught the glistening streams of tears falling down her porcelain face.
“I’ve done something….”
Beyond confused Inuyasha listened attentively to her wanting to comfort her even though she was beyond his reach. What could she have done that would make her so guilt ridden? What was she hiding that she couldn’t speak of?
“Kikyo stop it.”
Abruptly she looked up meeting his gaze as he reached a hand through the bars as she had done and reached out to play with the strands of her hair. His eyes tenderly roving her face as he spoke soothingly, “I love you Kikyo. You’re the only thing in my life that’s sacred to me now. My mother’s dead. My father’s the only one that even gave me a chance to prove myself. My brother barely acknowledges me, not that I care, but no one cares. You…”
“Inuyasha…”
It was as if time slowed down and everything moved with the speed of dial up.
The scents hit his sensitive nose just before the people that were patrolling the halls began to unlock the door. In a frantic attempt to rescue her Inuyasha focused all his super natural strength on the bars and tore them from the concrete wall, tossing the fragments of stone and steel to the ground below and leaping into the cold room and positioning himself by Kikyo’s side.
Adrenaline coursing through his veins and a primal instinct to kill nagging from the shadows of his mind. Whisper sinuous words of power and destruction that if he abided to their needs they would complete him.
He shook off the thoughts as the men came out guns drawn and shouts from the residents alerting them that something was amiss.
The men froze as if afraid to shoot yet afraid they’d be fired if they didn’t. Inuyasha growled, feeling Kikyo’s quivering grip clamp on the sleeve and press herself at his back. Light streamed into the room from the large gap he made in the wall where the window had been and shouts from outside from a megaphone rang out obnoxiously, making his ears ring.
“Come up with your hands in the air! You have violated rule 67 segment 4B, breaking and entering with the intent to either kill or remove a resident. Come out peacefully we have you surrounded.”
“Inuyasha I-“
“Don’t worry I’ll get you out of here.”
Inuyasha hastily picked her slim body in his arms bridal style and leapt towards the window. Anyone watching would have thought it was a suicide attempt, but they didn’t realize he was a demon until he landed, claws extended and fangs bared in an animalistic manner.
Police cars surrounded the perimeter and their quieted sirens flashed their red and blue in the dawn, head lights still blaring and positioned like a barricade. “Cease all movement!” Inuyasha trained his attention on the stout, fat man the majority of his head bald and shiny with the megaphone pressed to his lips.
“Try and make me!” was the silver haired demon’s retort as he crouched and leapt upwards. He landed on the side of the building and had he been human he would have fallen back down and on his back, but instead he began running up the wall as if it was the floor, scaling the complex and hearing the bullets whizzing past his face and heels.
He landed easily on the rooftop the hail of bullets ceased since he was no longer within their sights. Inuyasha didn’t dare put Kikyo down in case he had to continue running. However he didn’t understand how soon that would be and he immediately began to hear the helicopter.
He looked up as the wind violently thrust into him and he flinched, Kikyo wrapping her arms tighter around his neck and burying her face in the crook of his neck. “Surrender or we will fire!”
“Inuyasha please leave me here and go!” Kikyo cried and forced herself to push at his chest thought it was a vain effort. Inuyasha barely had to fight to keep his grip on her as she struggled.
“Kikyo stop it!”
“Inuyasha let me down NOW!”
“What are you talking about? Are you trying to get killed!?”
“YES!”
Inuyasha stopped fighting her struggles though his grip remained firm and restrictive. Kikyo didn’t seem to care, her body limp in his arms, submissive as she trembled crying into his haori.
“Inuyasha please, I don’t want you to die because of me…If you die I won’t have any reason to live that’s all that’s been keeping me going because I knew somewhere out there you were strong and living free.”
“But Kikyo I-”
“No, please Inuyasha, please leave…”
She wasn’t able to complete her sentence as Inuyasha smothered her in a hug, pressing her front completely against his own to the point she felt him hard and stiff against her thigh, causing a blush to rise in her pale face.
“Inuyasha please I can’t-”
Before Inuyasha knew what was happening his ears seemed to twist back to life registering the sound of something shooting towards him, but it wasn’t a bullet.
Kikyo must have seen it and had forcefully pushed him off of her standing stock still where they had been hugging. He watched as what appeared to be a syringe pierce into the sensitive flesh of her scantly clad chest.
“KIKYO!!!!!!!!!!!!” (Exclamation points are FUN!!!!)
Whatever had been in the needle had taken an immediate effect. They eyes that had been so full of energy and fire were blown out like a flickering candle fire. The flesh once so pale seemed ice blue in the morning light and everything about her seemed even more doll like then usual. She fell forward and was completely still.
Inuyasha didn’t even bother righting himself as he fell off the top of the building. She was gone. He could tell just by her rigid movements there was nothing left of his Kikyo. She’d been taken from him again. And forever.
He felt like he was falling but he could tell for how long. He just kept plummeting into an endless oblivion that didn’t want to swallow him like it had Kikyo.
“You want revenge don’t you?”
“Who’s there?” he couldn’t open his mouth to speak but he heard himself speaking.
“That is irrelevant. The humans have taken something precious from you do you wish to reclaim it?”
“How Kikyo is dead?”
“This will help you get what it is you want. Allow it to consume you…”
He felt warmth creeping from his stomach to every limb in his body, and suddenly it was just too hot. He felt the warmth turn into fire growling and snapping, a caged beast just beneath his skin. In a rush of power his mind seemed to shut down but his body did not as something else took over him.
The humans watched as Inuyasha fell from the roof and suddenly just before he hit the ground he swung his legs over his head like a cat would while falling from a tree. Landing in a crouch he was a blur of silver and red, but the red wasn’t just his crimson colored clothing.
His eyes were bloodshot, a menacing glare of contempt and malevolence as he leapt forward. His claws outstretched as they claws open the nearest officer. The man shrieked as Inuyasha wrapped his claws inside his abdomen, curling his fingers inward as he impaled him and yanking them out bringing his liver with him.
“OPEN FIRE!”
Bullets began to rain down on him and Inuyasha used the man as a shield blocking most of the torrent of lead with the cadaver before tossing it aside and leaping to the next officer. This one must have been new to the force because he shot blindly at him unable to contain the scream that had welled up in his gullet while he shot. Then the worst possible thing happened…
Click Click
He stood sweating staring into cobalt and crimson eyes that held so little sanity it was beyond deranged….Ever hear the saying ‘gutted like a fish?’
Inuyasha grabbed the man’s left arm, yanking the body to him in one vigorous jerk and grabbing the right arm in the other. He roared something incoherent and began to pull outward like a resistance band.
The man screamed hideously, and the first sight of blood stained his uniform as his rib poked out the abdominal area and then a second and third until he was being ripped apart like a piece of paper. The man gurgled as blood flooded his mouth and bubbled over his lips, staining his paling features and to trickle down his chin to his chest.
His screeches stopped as he choked on the blood draining out of his mouth. Inuyasha grinned maniacally and with another yank the man split in half in an eruption of organs and blood. Blood stained his hair and Inuyasha willingly opened his mouth allowing the spewing liquid to enter his mouth like a refreshing rain. His tongue sensually curled over his tainted lips, as if savoring the most expensive wine in the world.
The man’s head was still somewhat attached to the right side of his body and Inuyasha tossed that half to the floor watching with a diabolical smirk at the cowering humans, vaguely noticing some of the cars had vanished.
He examined the left half of the man he’d just mutilated and smirked, taking his now free hand and tunneling into the open chest cavity, his bloody hand clasping the still pulsating organ and dragging it out. The arteries burst, spraying blood like paint over his arms and face as he discarded the other half of the human while clutching the heart in his hand.
“Strange how such a small organ keeps the body going, eh?” He hissed sinisterly…
He turned his concentration back to the officers some where on the ground and watching in horror as he dismembered their comrades and others were trying in feeble attempts to reload their revolvers while trying not to piss themselves.
The maddened demon lunged at another officer who was crouching beside his blood splattered car and trying to stick another clip into his gun, he had already pissed himself by the rancid scent of urine.
“What’s good for the heart’s good for the soul right?” He sneered glaring down at the man, fangs protruding over his bottom lip.
Inuyasha grabbed the man around the neck, feeling the esophagus expand and deflate in his grasp. He smirked at the man who began to claw at his arm with tiny fingernails that made small streaks of white where the blood had been painted.
He raised him so the other officers could observe as he forced the man’s mouth open and began to thrust the organ down his throat. The man choked both nauseated and trying not to swallow the organ that was still beating even as it was being stuffed down his throat. Inuyasha’s sneer widened revealing augmented fangs and pulled his arm away; dropping the man on the ground as his gag reflex automatically came and threw up the contents that had been forced into his mouth.
However Inuyasha wasn’t finished with this victim either as he grabbed his left arm that was coated in blood and ripped it from its socket in a sickening crack. The motion quick and easy, liquid grace even for a deranged half demon.
He laughed maniacally, head thrown back as the man withered on the floor, a collection of crimson that was slowly creeping from the torn ligaments.
“Why lick your own claws when you can lick someone else’s?” He grinned.
His tongue slipped out of his mouth, dancing around the twitching fingers and languidly strolling down the limb. The red coating his tongue and leaving a trail of white on the arm before tossing it beside the man who was now having a seizure on the floor.
“It’s so much sweeter…”
The remaining men were too frightened to watch, some had thrown up and were inside their cars trying desperately to put their keys in the ignition. Inuyasha wasn’t done though….
He grinned at them; they were scared rabbits, prey, in his eyes. Nothing more than animals going to slaughter and he was the butcher who had the joy of dismembering every last bit of them.
He leapt again the officer to his right a senior at the age that seemed well along the lines of thirty. He was a seasoned pro so his shots were more accurate and a bit more effective. The bullets didn’t just graze Inuyasha as the others had but one was actually able to pierce his outstretched palms. But pain did not seem to register as it did when he had shot at humans and the majority of the body shots were deflected off the haori.
Inuyasha landed in a semi crouched position, smirking as his hand went to grasp the man’s neck. The human took a daring move, discarding his weapon and punching into the demons stomach. The force of the impact to a human might have resulted in being momentarily winded, but then again there weren’t many humans that could rip your head off with their bare hands alone.
The hand stopped, hovered in midair and seemed to waver for a moment, receding after being struck. The officer was to say the least astonished that his tactic had worked and they might actually survive this ordeal. That is until a clawed hand plunged through his own stomach, but instead of halting at the flesh he felt the strange sensation as the hanyou’s claws tickled his spine from within.
Inuyasha laughed hollowly as he grabbed hold of the spinal column and yanked with a little too much force than actually needed. The spine of the man was suddenly very visible through the hole Inuyasha had made, every joint contorted and battered from the assault. However in dragging out a part of the skeletal frame the organs were spilled onto the bloodied ground in a disgruntled and glistening heap of blood and entrails.
Tendrils of flesh hung from Inuyasha’s claws that were so blood stained it had turned black. Glistening in the dawning light like fresh paint. But not the kind anyone would want to do their bedroom in.
Gnarled claws struck out swiping at nothing but sending crimson blades.
“Blades of Blood!” He snarls smirking wickedly at the astonished and fearful faces that were soon torn apart in vicious strips of flesh by his blades.
The blades did not just slice up the humans but their vehicles as well were demolished and erupted in flames as the lacerated oil tank was struck. The putrid stench of smoldering flesh could be smelled from 60ft away. Amidst the flames stood the crimson drenched hanyou as his crimson eyes faded abruptly from their infuriated red to a pale flaxen hue.
Inuyasha having finally come to his senses looked around with a look of perplexed horror at the massacre that had taken place. The stench of flesh and blood staining his clothing, his hair and almost every square inch of his body was so overwhelming he collapsed to his knees, lurching forward and emptied his bowels on the ground that seemed to be a simple pool of red liquid.
His pupils were dilated and the usually bright and fierce glow of his gaze was dulled and worn, unseeing and tormented. Traumatized at the thought, no, traumatized because he knew he had caused all of this. So much death…
And the fact that he had liked it. That he had embraced his demon heritage and it had consumed him to the point of derange ness and had invoked such a massacre that now lay wherever his eyes chose to wander until he could only close his eyes to prevent himself from seeing it.
But it was there too….
~~~End Flashback~~~
His eyes were downcast as he surveyed the once populated streets that had dwindled to only a few random people walking about in the twilight hour. How was it that these humans could go day by day, knowing the threat to their lives, knowing a power greater than their own was upon them and not give up? They were amazingly resilient and that was something to be admired, but such folly would be their downfall.
He sigh leaning back on his heels and gazing at the moon hanging by indiscernible threads and the stars that were barely visible because of the city lights. His eyes no longer seemed as pained as they had been that day because he chose not to think too hard on the subject. He had simply convinced himself that they had it coming for killing Kikyo.
He growled looking vacantly at the darkened sky and the clouds that drifted languidly around the veiled stars and the florescent moon. The wind blew harshly and he didn’t even batter an eye at it but he did falter as a scent blew across his face.
Rain and flowers…
His eras shot up and he abruptly got to his feet, eyes searching frantically. His mind knew that Kikyo was dead but his heart was telling him otherwise, and you can’t always deny the heart of what it longs for the most.
He leapt from the building he was perched upon, landing on another and taking off once more. His attention was completely absorbed with need and longing, pain and sorrow that he had to keep at bay because neither demon nor human would accept such weakness.
It was coming from the park as his far as he could tell but why would Kikyo be in the park in the dead of night?
His confusion mounting as he finally entered the childish arena that had been erected for the youths to play in while being observed by their caretakers and parents. His ears flicked forward and backwards in an attempt to relocate the scent as well as hopefully hear it.
He landed on the pavement bathed in the dulling streetlamp lights staring into the surroundings and seeing absolutely nothing. His heart sank and his face fell miserably. He shouldn’t have even come, knowing Kikyo was far gone from this world.
“Anone, can you help me?”
The voice was perfectly serene and so familiar he was compelled to turn and face it. The wind once more kicked up buffeting his hair and loose clothing as he stared in stupefied wonder at the woman he believed to be dead.
Raven black hair that fell towards a ripened bum waved like a hand in greetings. Slightly confused chocolate eyes stared at a pamphlet held in a slender hand. Kissable lips were pursed in a pout like fashion, an expression he had never seen on Kikyo but never the less it was one he would relish.
“Kikyo…..” he muttered and the eyes that had been searching the piece of paper were suddenly dashed with uncertainty as they stared into his golden orbs.
Ritalin_writer: Well this was a good chapter if I do say so myself, and I do say so myself so please read and review I really really want feed back. FEED ME!!!!!!
Chapters 2: Seeing but not believing
Inuyasha sat nonchalantly atop a building in central Tokyo, the cover of night obscuring his contour from the view of humans. His silver tresses flowed down his back and waved behind him as the wind caressed him, sending the silver strands into the air to resemble a silver stream. The half moon hung above the concrete jungle he had once lived in, fifty years ago. His eyes were a tantalizing flaxen hue, the color of burnt honey yet with the lucidity of the moon appeared lighter and lucid.
His resemblance to Lord Sesshoumaru was uncanny; because he was the alleged half brother of the Great Dog demons first son. However there was a reason Inuyasha was only Sesshoumaru’s half sibling. It was because he was only a half demon. A hanyou that didn’t assimilate fully with demons and not at all with humans. The humans spurned him because he was half demon while the demons shunned him for being half human. He couldn’t be accepted and none dared to try for fear of losing their lives.
There had been only two people in his life time that had accepted him for what he had been. His mother had been the sole reason he was still alive and with all his limbs intact. His father had loved her and in return she had loved him. She bore a child for him from her unbridled love and then died because of excessive bleeding in her abdomen. To this day Inuyasha feared the pain of giving birth to him had caused it.
Kikyo, a woman that had been his life and was taken away because of what he could not become what he could not provide. She had been a worker of the government, what her occupation was he could not recall or perhaps she had never clarified what she did. Whatever it was it was a well guarded secret and he never found out.
Either way it hadn’t prevented their meeting and soon their love.
But what begins evidently always has an end because one day as they were meeting they were discovered by undercover agents that were following her. Someone she worked with had noticed her frequent disappearances and had become concerned with her well being and notified their supervisor.
Appointing agents to follow her they discovered her wayward relationship and had taken her into custody. She was imprisoned in the very place she had worked and questioned. They believed she was a spy, either being controlled or manipulated by the demons and none seemed to believe it was her free will that drew her to the silver haired demon.
They hadn’t accepted her alibi. The government accused her of treason and sentenced her to life in prison without parole.
Days passed, weeks passed, a year passed before Inuyasha knew that she wasn’t coming back to him. Knew that something has transpired that prevented their love. And to refuse a demon was to invoke a terrible wrath.
He had tracked the remnants down scents washed by time and had located the prison she had been held in and with every ounce of his rage he infiltrated the facility to rescue her.
He still remembered the carnage….
~~~Flashback~~~
It had been a humid summer night, the air was arid and dry but to Inuyasha it didn’t matter at all. He still adorned his red haori and hakama as he leapt adroitly over the barb wire fence.
His feet were bare as he landed on the other side in a crouch and carefully assessing his surrounding for guards, alarm systems, and other devices that might alert the residence of his arrival.
Silver dog ears perked and swiveled to the distant sounds of murmuring people and his nose detected their swiftly approaching scents.
He glanced towards a guard tower that loomed over the fences and jumped towards it his golden eyes brightly shimmering with contempt. He clung to the wood easily and glanced warily over the side watching as the guard that should be watching the grounds, was reclining on a chair and watching a portable television and drinking something that smelled of alcohol.
Without a moments hesitation the half dog demon pounced and muffled the mans cries of alarm with his clawed hand just before twisting his neck roughly to the side. His victim fell unconscious and he gingerly laid the man down on the chair he’d been occupying.
The men he had scented on the ground had passed the tower without hearing anything and Inuyasha took the opportunity to leap back down and make a dash for the prison. His feet barely touching the dirt floor as he rounded the corner of the building, pressing his back against the cold concrete and again sniffing for any other security guards that might be patrolling.
Fortune was on his side at the moment and he found no other humans wandering around which made it easier and at the same time harder.
The grounds of the prison were unfamiliar to him and the surroundings were tainted with other scents some that were too old to trace. What if Kikyo was already dead and this effort was too late?
What if she was in another prison because someone thought that he might come and take her back? The ‘ifs’ were driving him out of his mind but he shook them off like a dog did water and resumed his mission.
“Kikyo I’m coming.” He muttered to himself as he crouched on all fours and began sniffing the ground.
The scents of women and men were all over the place but it was Kikyo’s scent of Chinese bell flowers and rain. He walked about the grounds the twilight slowly but surely fading from the sky and his search seemed to become more and more futile as the hours and minutes ticked by.
His expression had dissipated to a demeanor of morbid mourning; his shoulder slumped and arms limply swaying as he strode once more over the facilities grounds. His ears frequently twitched but gained nothing and the guards had deserted the surroundings for whatever reasons.
How could he have let this happen? Why? Why hadn’t he come sooner and saved her? So what if she was human, they could turn her into a demon and then she could have stayed with him until they both died.
His eyes burned and he allowed his silver bangs to fall over his face, shadowing them from view of the world.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Kikyo.” He muttered his voice weak as he slumped to his knees and began pounding the ground as if it had swallowed her up and refused to bring her back.
“Why didn’t I get here sooner!? Why did I wait so long to come and get her!?”
He pounded out ever word as he smashed his fists into the ground leaving a perfect indent of his knuckles in the earth as the sun began to break over the building and shower his back in light.
“Inu…yasha?”
The voice was distant and though it was faint even to his ears, he had heard it.
He turned his attention frantically from the floor to the buildings, searching for the voice.
“Inuyasha it is you! What are you doing here?”
He finally glanced up seeing a bared window and peering out of it was the raven haired beauty he’d fallen in love with. Her hair was disheveled and unruly but still it was beauty in his eyes. Dark shadows hung from her brown eyes but they still shimmered with life as they had the day they had met. Her skin was as pale as clouds but still appeared as lush as he remembered.
He couldn’t prevent the slight bulge in his pants as he stared at her and memorized her visible features.
“Kikyo, you’re alive?” he spoke absently before leaping towards the window sill and hopping from one to another and finally to hers. Kikyo stuck her hand through the bars and Inuyasha clasped it as if she was the anchor to his ship.
“Kikyo I thought I lost you. I’m so sorry I didn’t come for you sooner.” He pulled away and grabbed the bars, straining backwards to pull them from the wall itself. Kikyo’s expression was mixed. Sorrowful yet happy, scared yet amused.
“Inuyasha you…” she pointed to his pants, a light blush on her face as well as a charming smile and as a reflex Inuyasha glanced down seeing his own erection and blushing madly, covering himself with his hands but in doing so teetering off balance and falling off the sill.
“Inuyasha!” She looked down astonished as he fell but righted himself in mid-air, landing on his feet and rebounding. This time regardless of his erection, regardless of his bright red face and regardless of the less then serene thoughts now plaguing his mind……He began to take the bars from the wall.
Kikyo to his surprise moved to stop him, placing her hands that were clammy and moist on his own, looking at him with a plaintive gaze of suffering and sadness.
“Inuyasha I cannot go with you. You must leave here while you still have the chance to remain as you are.” Inuyasha had stopped jerking at the bars staring at her face with a mixture of astonishment and bemusement.
“Kikyo what are you talking about? I’m not going to change until tomorrow night I’ll have plenty of time to get you out before the sun goes down.” Waving off the concern but she was insistent, her grip tightened around his wrist as hard as she could even though Inuyasha barely felt the strength she poured into it.
“Inuyasha you don’t understand they’ll kill you!”
“They can’t do anything to me! I may be half human but I’m half demon as well if you haven’t forgotten!” Their voices had escalated into a light shouting and a resident in the opposite cell moaned loudly in her sleep, reacting to their voices and forcing them to remember they were in a hostile environment.
“Kikyo what are you saying?”
Her eyes shadowed by her hair, Kikyo did not meet his golden gaze her grip lessening and feeble receding into the cell.
“There’s, there’s something I haven’t told you Inuyasha. Something bad.” Her voice quivered as if on the verge of hysterics and Inuyasha caught the glistening streams of tears falling down her porcelain face.
“I’ve done something….”
Beyond confused Inuyasha listened attentively to her wanting to comfort her even though she was beyond his reach. What could she have done that would make her so guilt ridden? What was she hiding that she couldn’t speak of?
“Kikyo stop it.”
Abruptly she looked up meeting his gaze as he reached a hand through the bars as she had done and reached out to play with the strands of her hair. His eyes tenderly roving her face as he spoke soothingly, “I love you Kikyo. You’re the only thing in my life that’s sacred to me now. My mother’s dead. My father’s the only one that even gave me a chance to prove myself. My brother barely acknowledges me, not that I care, but no one cares. You…”
“Inuyasha…”
It was as if time slowed down and everything moved with the speed of dial up.
The scents hit his sensitive nose just before the people that were patrolling the halls began to unlock the door. In a frantic attempt to rescue her Inuyasha focused all his super natural strength on the bars and tore them from the concrete wall, tossing the fragments of stone and steel to the ground below and leaping into the cold room and positioning himself by Kikyo’s side.
Adrenaline coursing through his veins and a primal instinct to kill nagging from the shadows of his mind. Whisper sinuous words of power and destruction that if he abided to their needs they would complete him.
He shook off the thoughts as the men came out guns drawn and shouts from the residents alerting them that something was amiss.
The men froze as if afraid to shoot yet afraid they’d be fired if they didn’t. Inuyasha growled, feeling Kikyo’s quivering grip clamp on the sleeve and press herself at his back. Light streamed into the room from the large gap he made in the wall where the window had been and shouts from outside from a megaphone rang out obnoxiously, making his ears ring.
“Come up with your hands in the air! You have violated rule 67 segment 4B, breaking and entering with the intent to either kill or remove a resident. Come out peacefully we have you surrounded.”
“Inuyasha I-“
“Don’t worry I’ll get you out of here.”
Inuyasha hastily picked her slim body in his arms bridal style and leapt towards the window. Anyone watching would have thought it was a suicide attempt, but they didn’t realize he was a demon until he landed, claws extended and fangs bared in an animalistic manner.
Police cars surrounded the perimeter and their quieted sirens flashed their red and blue in the dawn, head lights still blaring and positioned like a barricade. “Cease all movement!” Inuyasha trained his attention on the stout, fat man the majority of his head bald and shiny with the megaphone pressed to his lips.
“Try and make me!” was the silver haired demon’s retort as he crouched and leapt upwards. He landed on the side of the building and had he been human he would have fallen back down and on his back, but instead he began running up the wall as if it was the floor, scaling the complex and hearing the bullets whizzing past his face and heels.
He landed easily on the rooftop the hail of bullets ceased since he was no longer within their sights. Inuyasha didn’t dare put Kikyo down in case he had to continue running. However he didn’t understand how soon that would be and he immediately began to hear the helicopter.
He looked up as the wind violently thrust into him and he flinched, Kikyo wrapping her arms tighter around his neck and burying her face in the crook of his neck. “Surrender or we will fire!”
“Inuyasha please leave me here and go!” Kikyo cried and forced herself to push at his chest thought it was a vain effort. Inuyasha barely had to fight to keep his grip on her as she struggled.
“Kikyo stop it!”
“Inuyasha let me down NOW!”
“What are you talking about? Are you trying to get killed!?”
“YES!”
Inuyasha stopped fighting her struggles though his grip remained firm and restrictive. Kikyo didn’t seem to care, her body limp in his arms, submissive as she trembled crying into his haori.
“Inuyasha please, I don’t want you to die because of me…If you die I won’t have any reason to live that’s all that’s been keeping me going because I knew somewhere out there you were strong and living free.”
“But Kikyo I-”
“No, please Inuyasha, please leave…”
She wasn’t able to complete her sentence as Inuyasha smothered her in a hug, pressing her front completely against his own to the point she felt him hard and stiff against her thigh, causing a blush to rise in her pale face.
“Inuyasha please I can’t-”
Before Inuyasha knew what was happening his ears seemed to twist back to life registering the sound of something shooting towards him, but it wasn’t a bullet.
Kikyo must have seen it and had forcefully pushed him off of her standing stock still where they had been hugging. He watched as what appeared to be a syringe pierce into the sensitive flesh of her scantly clad chest.
“KIKYO!!!!!!!!!!!!” (Exclamation points are FUN!!!!)
Whatever had been in the needle had taken an immediate effect. They eyes that had been so full of energy and fire were blown out like a flickering candle fire. The flesh once so pale seemed ice blue in the morning light and everything about her seemed even more doll like then usual. She fell forward and was completely still.
Inuyasha didn’t even bother righting himself as he fell off the top of the building. She was gone. He could tell just by her rigid movements there was nothing left of his Kikyo. She’d been taken from him again. And forever.
He felt like he was falling but he could tell for how long. He just kept plummeting into an endless oblivion that didn’t want to swallow him like it had Kikyo.
“You want revenge don’t you?”
“Who’s there?” he couldn’t open his mouth to speak but he heard himself speaking.
“That is irrelevant. The humans have taken something precious from you do you wish to reclaim it?”
“How Kikyo is dead?”
“This will help you get what it is you want. Allow it to consume you…”
He felt warmth creeping from his stomach to every limb in his body, and suddenly it was just too hot. He felt the warmth turn into fire growling and snapping, a caged beast just beneath his skin. In a rush of power his mind seemed to shut down but his body did not as something else took over him.
The humans watched as Inuyasha fell from the roof and suddenly just before he hit the ground he swung his legs over his head like a cat would while falling from a tree. Landing in a crouch he was a blur of silver and red, but the red wasn’t just his crimson colored clothing.
His eyes were bloodshot, a menacing glare of contempt and malevolence as he leapt forward. His claws outstretched as they claws open the nearest officer. The man shrieked as Inuyasha wrapped his claws inside his abdomen, curling his fingers inward as he impaled him and yanking them out bringing his liver with him.
“OPEN FIRE!”
Bullets began to rain down on him and Inuyasha used the man as a shield blocking most of the torrent of lead with the cadaver before tossing it aside and leaping to the next officer. This one must have been new to the force because he shot blindly at him unable to contain the scream that had welled up in his gullet while he shot. Then the worst possible thing happened…
Click Click
He stood sweating staring into cobalt and crimson eyes that held so little sanity it was beyond deranged….Ever hear the saying ‘gutted like a fish?’
Inuyasha grabbed the man’s left arm, yanking the body to him in one vigorous jerk and grabbing the right arm in the other. He roared something incoherent and began to pull outward like a resistance band.
The man screamed hideously, and the first sight of blood stained his uniform as his rib poked out the abdominal area and then a second and third until he was being ripped apart like a piece of paper. The man gurgled as blood flooded his mouth and bubbled over his lips, staining his paling features and to trickle down his chin to his chest.
His screeches stopped as he choked on the blood draining out of his mouth. Inuyasha grinned maniacally and with another yank the man split in half in an eruption of organs and blood. Blood stained his hair and Inuyasha willingly opened his mouth allowing the spewing liquid to enter his mouth like a refreshing rain. His tongue sensually curled over his tainted lips, as if savoring the most expensive wine in the world.
The man’s head was still somewhat attached to the right side of his body and Inuyasha tossed that half to the floor watching with a diabolical smirk at the cowering humans, vaguely noticing some of the cars had vanished.
He examined the left half of the man he’d just mutilated and smirked, taking his now free hand and tunneling into the open chest cavity, his bloody hand clasping the still pulsating organ and dragging it out. The arteries burst, spraying blood like paint over his arms and face as he discarded the other half of the human while clutching the heart in his hand.
“Strange how such a small organ keeps the body going, eh?” He hissed sinisterly…
He turned his concentration back to the officers some where on the ground and watching in horror as he dismembered their comrades and others were trying in feeble attempts to reload their revolvers while trying not to piss themselves.
The maddened demon lunged at another officer who was crouching beside his blood splattered car and trying to stick another clip into his gun, he had already pissed himself by the rancid scent of urine.
“What’s good for the heart’s good for the soul right?” He sneered glaring down at the man, fangs protruding over his bottom lip.
Inuyasha grabbed the man around the neck, feeling the esophagus expand and deflate in his grasp. He smirked at the man who began to claw at his arm with tiny fingernails that made small streaks of white where the blood had been painted.
He raised him so the other officers could observe as he forced the man’s mouth open and began to thrust the organ down his throat. The man choked both nauseated and trying not to swallow the organ that was still beating even as it was being stuffed down his throat. Inuyasha’s sneer widened revealing augmented fangs and pulled his arm away; dropping the man on the ground as his gag reflex automatically came and threw up the contents that had been forced into his mouth.
However Inuyasha wasn’t finished with this victim either as he grabbed his left arm that was coated in blood and ripped it from its socket in a sickening crack. The motion quick and easy, liquid grace even for a deranged half demon.
He laughed maniacally, head thrown back as the man withered on the floor, a collection of crimson that was slowly creeping from the torn ligaments.
“Why lick your own claws when you can lick someone else’s?” He grinned.
His tongue slipped out of his mouth, dancing around the twitching fingers and languidly strolling down the limb. The red coating his tongue and leaving a trail of white on the arm before tossing it beside the man who was now having a seizure on the floor.
“It’s so much sweeter…”
The remaining men were too frightened to watch, some had thrown up and were inside their cars trying desperately to put their keys in the ignition. Inuyasha wasn’t done though….
He grinned at them; they were scared rabbits, prey, in his eyes. Nothing more than animals going to slaughter and he was the butcher who had the joy of dismembering every last bit of them.
He leapt again the officer to his right a senior at the age that seemed well along the lines of thirty. He was a seasoned pro so his shots were more accurate and a bit more effective. The bullets didn’t just graze Inuyasha as the others had but one was actually able to pierce his outstretched palms. But pain did not seem to register as it did when he had shot at humans and the majority of the body shots were deflected off the haori.
Inuyasha landed in a semi crouched position, smirking as his hand went to grasp the man’s neck. The human took a daring move, discarding his weapon and punching into the demons stomach. The force of the impact to a human might have resulted in being momentarily winded, but then again there weren’t many humans that could rip your head off with their bare hands alone.
The hand stopped, hovered in midair and seemed to waver for a moment, receding after being struck. The officer was to say the least astonished that his tactic had worked and they might actually survive this ordeal. That is until a clawed hand plunged through his own stomach, but instead of halting at the flesh he felt the strange sensation as the hanyou’s claws tickled his spine from within.
Inuyasha laughed hollowly as he grabbed hold of the spinal column and yanked with a little too much force than actually needed. The spine of the man was suddenly very visible through the hole Inuyasha had made, every joint contorted and battered from the assault. However in dragging out a part of the skeletal frame the organs were spilled onto the bloodied ground in a disgruntled and glistening heap of blood and entrails.
Tendrils of flesh hung from Inuyasha’s claws that were so blood stained it had turned black. Glistening in the dawning light like fresh paint. But not the kind anyone would want to do their bedroom in.
Gnarled claws struck out swiping at nothing but sending crimson blades.
“Blades of Blood!” He snarls smirking wickedly at the astonished and fearful faces that were soon torn apart in vicious strips of flesh by his blades.
The blades did not just slice up the humans but their vehicles as well were demolished and erupted in flames as the lacerated oil tank was struck. The putrid stench of smoldering flesh could be smelled from 60ft away. Amidst the flames stood the crimson drenched hanyou as his crimson eyes faded abruptly from their infuriated red to a pale flaxen hue.
Inuyasha having finally come to his senses looked around with a look of perplexed horror at the massacre that had taken place. The stench of flesh and blood staining his clothing, his hair and almost every square inch of his body was so overwhelming he collapsed to his knees, lurching forward and emptied his bowels on the ground that seemed to be a simple pool of red liquid.
His pupils were dilated and the usually bright and fierce glow of his gaze was dulled and worn, unseeing and tormented. Traumatized at the thought, no, traumatized because he knew he had caused all of this. So much death…
And the fact that he had liked it. That he had embraced his demon heritage and it had consumed him to the point of derange ness and had invoked such a massacre that now lay wherever his eyes chose to wander until he could only close his eyes to prevent himself from seeing it.
But it was there too….
~~~End Flashback~~~
His eyes were downcast as he surveyed the once populated streets that had dwindled to only a few random people walking about in the twilight hour. How was it that these humans could go day by day, knowing the threat to their lives, knowing a power greater than their own was upon them and not give up? They were amazingly resilient and that was something to be admired, but such folly would be their downfall.
He sigh leaning back on his heels and gazing at the moon hanging by indiscernible threads and the stars that were barely visible because of the city lights. His eyes no longer seemed as pained as they had been that day because he chose not to think too hard on the subject. He had simply convinced himself that they had it coming for killing Kikyo.
He growled looking vacantly at the darkened sky and the clouds that drifted languidly around the veiled stars and the florescent moon. The wind blew harshly and he didn’t even batter an eye at it but he did falter as a scent blew across his face.
Rain and flowers…
His eras shot up and he abruptly got to his feet, eyes searching frantically. His mind knew that Kikyo was dead but his heart was telling him otherwise, and you can’t always deny the heart of what it longs for the most.
He leapt from the building he was perched upon, landing on another and taking off once more. His attention was completely absorbed with need and longing, pain and sorrow that he had to keep at bay because neither demon nor human would accept such weakness.
It was coming from the park as his far as he could tell but why would Kikyo be in the park in the dead of night?
His confusion mounting as he finally entered the childish arena that had been erected for the youths to play in while being observed by their caretakers and parents. His ears flicked forward and backwards in an attempt to relocate the scent as well as hopefully hear it.
He landed on the pavement bathed in the dulling streetlamp lights staring into the surroundings and seeing absolutely nothing. His heart sank and his face fell miserably. He shouldn’t have even come, knowing Kikyo was far gone from this world.
“Anone, can you help me?”
The voice was perfectly serene and so familiar he was compelled to turn and face it. The wind once more kicked up buffeting his hair and loose clothing as he stared in stupefied wonder at the woman he believed to be dead.
Raven black hair that fell towards a ripened bum waved like a hand in greetings. Slightly confused chocolate eyes stared at a pamphlet held in a slender hand. Kissable lips were pursed in a pout like fashion, an expression he had never seen on Kikyo but never the less it was one he would relish.
“Kikyo…..” he muttered and the eyes that had been searching the piece of paper were suddenly dashed with uncertainty as they stared into his golden orbs.
Ritalin_writer: Well this was a good chapter if I do say so myself, and I do say so myself so please read and review I really really want feed back. FEED ME!!!!!!