InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Chosen ❯ Green Eyed Monster ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter seven: Green Eyed Monster.

The shrine was obliterated by the combined forces of the two attacks and Kagome could not help but sigh (once her airways had recuperated). She and Souta had been trying to merely cut the connection so that the shrine could survive. The newcomers, obviously, had no such qualms.

That was demons all over, no respect for material objects.

Picking herself up off the floor she calmly collected her bow and arrows before walking over to Souta.

“You okay?” she asked, kneeling by his side.

“Yeah” he groaned as he tentatively touched the back of his head.

“Hey wench, we just saved your sorry ass aren't you gonna say anything?” one of the two demonic destroyers enquired.

She glanced up through narrowed eyes at the speaker. He was a Hanyou, looking to be about twenty one, with touchable white dog ears and golden-burgundy eyes.

“I'm sorry” she bit out “I was too busy checking my brother wasn't dead!”

The other rescuer, a demon- wolf by the looks of the tail- with blue eyes and brown hair pulled into a pony tail, laughed at the Hanyou.

“She told you!” he snorted “'sides, we get paid to do this shit”

“Paid?” Kagome was curious despite herself.

“Yeah,” the wolf demon grinned toothily “we're police”

“He's police?” Kagome looked over at the Hanyou. “He's an idiot.”

“Hey!” he protested. “Least I wasn't about to get gutted by some stupid shrine.”

“And he has no people skills.” she commented dryly.

“You've got that right” the wolf commented dryly. “I'm Kouga by the way. We both work in the demon side of the police, solving crimes related to the spiritual. The Paranormal Investigation and Capture Unit.”

“Kagome,” she replied “shouldn't you tell me your detective ranking and such?”

He grinned and her eyes widened as she recognised the faint lecherous smirk. “I never introduce myself formally to a beauty like you.”

Souta rolled his eyes even though it hurt his head.

The Hanyou snorted “Pull the other one baka-ookami!” he gripped “she's just a stupid kid.”

“Come over here and say that so I can purify the fluffy ears off your head” Kagome threatened.

“That's Detective Inuyasha Taisho” Kouga filled in the missing details.

Kagome frowned and looked over at Inuyasha; he had the same last name as Sesshoumaru? But then the sword at his hip caught her eye and her attention was diverted.

“That sword” she spoke up “it's really seriously powerful”

Inuyasha smirked in a self-satisfied sort of way. “Yeah, what of it wench?”

He really needed to stop calling her wench. “Have you ever tested its full potential?”

The Hanyou nodded earnestly. “Back when you could kill someone who deserved it.” he patted the sheath fondly. “It can kill a hundred demons in one swing.”

“But the baka has gotten rusty at it and can't remember how he used to go about it.” Kouga grinned boyishly.

“Shut it wolf.” the Hanyou grumbled.

“Why are you two here anyway?” Souta asked.

“Looking for a fugitive” Kouga explained as Kagome pulled Souta to his feet. “The puppet Master”

“Ah, the guy who tried to kill us,” Kagome rolled her eyes. “he went back the way you came”

“You mean you saw him and you're still alive?” Inuyasha demanded.

“Yeah,” Kagome shrugged. “he tried to kill us remember?”

“No one who has ever fought him has lived to tell the tale” Kouga whistled appreciatively.

“We aren't sitting ducks” she tossed her hair “we can take care of ourselves”

“You look pretty beat up now, bitch” Inuyasha scoffed tossing his hair over one shoulder.

Kagome growled at him and Souta tiredly held her back. “Stop arguing, I don't have enough energy.”

“We'll take you two home.” Kouga offered gallantly as he took Souta's other arm to help the younger sibling walk.

“Thanks.” Kagome said in genuine gratitude as she bent to pick up her bow.

Inuyasha growled and followed and frowned as he placed himself downwind of the girl.

“Hey, bitch, why do you smell like Lord Asshole?” he asked rudely.

“I don't know who Lord Asshole is.” She said in a disparaging tone.

“Sesshoumaru, my bastard half-brother.” He growled.

“Oh, so you are related” she glanced at him over her shoulder and raised a brow. “I don't see any resemblance. You're far too loud” she seemed to ponder it “but I guess you're both aggressive, except he's more passive aggressive.”

Inuyasha glowered at her back. “Answer the damn question bitch!”

“He saved me from some panther demons and from some poison demons” she explained shrugging in a blasé fashion.

Inuyasha snorted. “Lord Asshole, save you? Yeah right, he'd rather cut his own dick off.”

“Must you be so crude?” Kagome sighed heavily as Kouga helped her lower her brother into the car.

“Keh.”

“You're so awfully witty” she commented.

“Get into the car mutt-face” Kouga ordered.

“Shut up baka-ookami” Inuyasha growled, but he got into the car anyway.

***

Sesshoumaru pulled up outside his sire's house and sighed plaintively. He really didn't want to do this, especially since there was a distinct chance that he would run into Inuyasha's insufferable mother Izayoi.

He didn't really have anything against her except she was so submissive it was painful. She was meek and mild and silent and not Sesshoumaru's type of person. Whenever she was in a room with him and without his sire's presence he could smell the stench of dread and fear emanating off her; it poisoned the air.

He wasn't here to see his father, that would be pointless. His sire knew next to nothing about his mother, theirs had been a mating of convenience and not of love. That was no secret. Sesshoumaru was nearly certain his father knew nothing about his mother other than her name and where she was buried.

That had never gone down well with him as a child. His mother had been murdered when he was ten and he had always carried the belief that, if only his father had cared even a little about his mother, her murder could have been prevented.

They had never caught his mother's assailant. There had been no scent in the room except hers and Sesshoumaru's for no other entered her chambers. And as such Sesshoumaru had never truly gotten closure. Probably why he was a PI.

He was here to see Misako, his mother's old hand maid who he knew still worked in the manor. Knocking on the door he made the butler promise to only bring him Misako and to not bother Izayoi.

He was seated in the huge reception room off the foyer and given a cup of tea.

Misako appeared promptly, as was usual for the old eagle Yokai, and bowed in respect.

“Master Sesshoumaru, what can I do for you?” she asked somewhat timidly.

“Sit”

She sat and nervously began playing with the hem of her right sleeve.

“Am I to believe that you were privy to my mother's secrets?” he asked as he sipped from his cup.

She looked startled and shook her head “My lady never entrusted all of her secrets to anyone. Though she did share a few with me, they were of scant importance and information.”

“Hn” Sesshoumaru frowned.

“Most of her secrets were recorded in her many books.” The maid volunteered timidly.

“Yes,” he frowned “I had heard of them, she gave them to Myoga did she not?”

“Yes” the woman nodded

“Do you know why?”

“She said it was because it was the last place he would look.” Misako frowned “she was always very wary of him.”

“Everyone who wishes to live should be wary whilst in his presence” Sesshoumaru agreed “and it was a clever ploy; he would never enter that place, it is much too run down for him to consider such a thing.”

She smiled slightly “She used to tell you stories.” she ventured. “Once she told me that the key to everything was in those stories.”

He paused thoughtfully at that as he remembered; but it had been around fifty years since his mother's death; his memories were slightly foggy.

...the blood that would attract all of Yokai...

So that was it; that was all he could remember? Great. Just great.

“Did my mother impart any other secrets unto you?” he asked, he was hopeful but outwardly stoic.

“She was constantly scrying” Misako tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Always after the same family, looking for someone within that family, she would always tell me that soon `she' would be born.”

“Do you know who she was scrying for?” Sesshoumaru was intrigued.

The maid looked disappointed “No, my apologies young master” she said sorrowfully. The her eyes lit up and she clicked her fingers “but I have the hair she used in the chest she left to me when she passed, wait one moment for me young master”

With that, the maid scurried from the room quickly.

Sesshoumaru smiled; he had always liked Misako, it showed in the way he remembered her name, she had played with him as a child when his mother was busy and she had always looked after his mother when he was not around.

The door opened and Misako hurried back inside, holding a piece of hair out to Sesshoumaru.

“Hopefully the spell should still work on it” she said breathlessly; she had run to get this for him. “My lady had a very specific spell to activate the scry, it was not the usual spell because she was looking for someone who had not been born yet.”

“You know the spell?” he asked.

“Yes” she nodded enthusiastically “let me get you a bowl”

She disappeared and reappeared near instantly with a bowl of water which she set down on the table next to him.

Dropping the hair into the bowl she repeated the incantation she had heard her mistress speak many times “Find the one whoseblood sings, the one born from the line of power, trace them,where they be.”

Sesshoumaru raised a brow, that was a deviation from the usual `Find them trace them where they be', probably because the spell was designed to track a person who could exist in the future and not the actual owner of the hair.

At once the surface of the water became black and fluctuated as if someone had dropped a pebble into it. The black surface rippled once more and suddenly Sesshoumaru was looking at the very familiar face of Kagome Higurashi.

“Kagome, I wonder, what did my mother want with you?” he murmured.

***

“You called for me master?” a female vampire asked, her head bowed in reverence to her master, her shiny red hair pulled back from her flawless face and secured with chopsticks.

“Yes, rise Akae.” The cold voice commanded.

The vampire sat back in the traditional style and stared at her master with covetous eyes.

“It has recently come to my attention that the Shikon no Tama Onna may be alive once again.” He spoke softly, almost caressingly and the vampire's eyes narrowed in anger.

“Is that so master?”

“Yes, this girl is special, she is chosen, or at least that is what I believe” he frowned and presented her with Hana's dagger.

She stiffened with jealousy and glowered at the carpet, he smirked sadistically.

“She is special to you?” she asked softly

“It would seem so” he nodded “find her, taste her blood and tell me if she is the one I seek. If she is, you as a bloods expert, would know, correct?”

“Yes master” she nodded.

“Then be gone.” He waved a hand at her in dismissal and the vampire stood and stalked from the room in a terrible jealous rage.

Why was this girl so damn important? She wasn't worth the ground her master walked upon and yet, suddenly, she was needed? Coveted?

Unacceptable.

She inhaled the scent along the blade and her eyes flashed red.

The hunt was on.

***

Kagome stood on the porch steps and smiled at the ruckus that she could clearly hear through the shrine doors. Her mother, though used to seeing Kagome come home in a state, was not so used to seeing Souta get beat up and so, as soon as Kagome and Kouga had dragged the boy into the house, she had devolved into mother hen mode. It was quite interesting to listen to.

She was sweeping the shrine steps in the traditional Miko garb her Ojiisan always made her wear when attending shrine duties, but listening to her mother and Souta was making the usually boring task quite amusing.

She glanced out as the sun's last tendrils of light disappeared beneath the horizon and sighed.

“Ano... excuse me?” a feminine voice asked softly causing Kagome to nearly jump out of her skin.

Kagome turned around and smiled at the pretty newcomer to the shrine. She was dressed like an old Hollywood starlet, with a silk scarf around her hair and sunglasses perched on her delicate nose. Her lips were painted a dark red and her bone structure was delicate and waiflike.

With the scarf on Kagome could not see her ears, and so had no idea whether or not the woman was a demon. Flaring her aura she relaxed slightly when there was no response from the woman; she was probably not a demon.

“Hi. Can I help you?” Kagome asked kindly.

The woman smiled and glanced around the shrine. “I heard that the Goshinboku rests on these grounds. Is that true?”

“Yes” Kagome smiled “would you like me to show you?”

“Thank you” the woman smiled as Kagome led her around the back of the shrine.

“It's beautiful” the woman cooed. As she removed her sunglasses the gaze upon the tree properly. Kagome frowned at the colouring of her eyes; they were pitch black. “Oh, I'm so sorry, I never introduced myself. I'm Akae” she held out her hand to shake.

“Higurashi Kagome” Kagome supplied, taking the woman's hand.

Akae smiled and held onto Kagome's hand in an inescapable grip as she pulled off the silk scarf and let it flutter away in the breeze. Long tendrils of scarlet hair were revealed as the wind coaxed them into a dance. Her ears were human looking, but the tattoo that traced its way around her neck signified something else.

“You're a vampire?” Kagome asked, silently praying this was really a social call and not a dinner visit.

“Such a smart little one” her smirk was decidedly sadistic as she used the hand in her grasp to pull Kagome to her. Twirling her roughly around, she held Kagome's arm at a painful angle behind her back as she twisted Kagome's head to expose her neck.

Kagome growled and sent out a pulse of her reiyouku; nothing happened. She tried to wriggle free; nothing happened. The woman was unmovable.

“Ah, yes, now you see the difference between demons and vampires” she chuckled “reiyouku has no effect on us and fighting us is similar to fighting a brick wall.”

“What do you want?” Kagome growled.

“I want to know why you mean so much to him” she frowned and sighed “I was always his favourite you know, back before you matured.”

“Him again?” Kagome groaned. Someone really needed to explain to her who `him' was.

“He asked me to find out if you were the one he was looking for.” She glared at the small human woman “but I don't share. So I think it's best if I just put you out of your misery”

“Huh?”

The vampire smirked as she breathed in the scent at the nape of her neck. “What a curious scent little Miko; honeysuckle, morning dew, strawberries being the most obvious but also ... fresh snow and...power” she chuckled “indeed it is a most strange scent.”

“Thanks.” Kagome bit out mordantly.

“My pleasure.” The vampire smirked as her lips pulled away from her teeth and she bit down harshly on the neck of her captive.

Kagome's back arched as she screamed silently, her eyes rolled back into her head and her mad thrashing abruptly dislocated her captured arm from it's shoulder.

It burned. Suddenly she could feel every vein mapped out in her entire body and it was black fire. Burning, corrosive and so inescapable. She thrashed, disorientated in the vampire's arms as the vampire continued to greedily drain her of her precious life blood.

Akae finally dropped the Miko harshly onto the pavement and smirked in cruel satisfaction. “It seems you really are special.” She chuckled darkly “I can already feel the new power in my veins, such a thrill!” she kicked the Miko in the ribs and smirked again “it doesn't matter though. I will tell my master he made a mistake, the poison I pushed into you will slowly and painfully paralyse you”

“Ungh” Kagome groaned as she tried to pull herself up, her dislocated arm hindered her movement and her limbs were so heavy.

“Did you know that's why vampires go for the neck?” she smirked “not only is there a nice artery there, but out biting the neck paralyses the vocal chords for a while. Now that the venom has been released, however, you will die.” she shrugged “Oh well.”

“Such a foolish vampire.”

A/N: I don't own Inuyasha. Please review!