InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Compelled By Love ❯ Message Interception ( Chapter 1 )

Compelled By Love

By: Jazmin Turner

Chapter One:

Message Interception

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha!

Note: Okay, onto another story. Sequel and ending to The Eternal Curse, my personal favorite. I hope everyone enjoys it!

Summary: Sequel to The Eternal Curse. Before Inuyasha gets a chance to confess his feelings for Kagome, King Higurashi comes back full force, demanding that she marry someone better…like Kouga, for example. Just as things can't get any worse, Naraku returns, aiming to wipe out all of Japan, and Urasue steals Kikyou's remains, in an hopes to bring her back to life. It's bad enough with Sesshomaru's attempts to steal Tetsusaiga and Kagome's control over her demon blood slipping. But with hearts getting crushed, feelings running wild, and with Inuyasha and Kagome getting torn apart even further and further each day, can there and will there be a happy ending?

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They'll catch me, he thought. They've gained up on me too much. I won't make it. He twisted his head over his shoulder, squinting into the dark of the moonless night, searching for the glowing orbs of orange light. He found them, not too far behind him as angry yells drifted to his ears.

The man panted, struggling to keep his burning legs moving, wiping sweat and grime from his forehead. He tripped through fallen logs, leapt over small streams, and stumbled over the outstretched tree limbs that clawed at his face.

He stopped, clutching a stitch in his side, groaning loudly in pain. The burning in his abdomen rendered him helpless and he collapsed onto on knee, panting as he tried to regain his breath. The men were only a yard or so off and he could practically feel their putrid breath down his neck.

I can't give up now, the man thought with renewed hope and determination. He grasped a tree trunk that was close by, forcing his legs to straighten so that he could stand. He gulped in a lungful of the now stagnant air that wasn't even stirred by the faint hooting of howls. I'm going to make it!

But, then he felt a strong grip on his shoulder. He yelped as the person spun him around.

"No…" he whispered.

"Nizaki…Nizaki…Nizaki," the leader muttered, shaking his head. The rest of his smelly gang glared at him, mouths twisted into evil sneers, orange light of the torches reflecting off of the whites of their eyes. "You thought you could escape? What a shame. What a fool you have become!" His thugs chuckled. Nazaki let a shuddering, raspy gasp escape his cracked lips as he dug his fingertips into the soft soil, not wanting them to pry him from his spot.

"Don't be difficult," another man jeered. "You'll only make it worse. You know what we've came for."

"You've come for nothing," Nizaki accused, deep brown eyes shimmering with immense hate. "Only for my death." He loosened his grip on the fertile earth and stood to his full height, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Even if you kill me, they'll still figure it out. She might not, but the girl isn't dumb! She can sense auras. I've know her since she was a child!" Nizaki pointed out. "Even though her father left when she was younger…she'll know." The leader rolled his eyes.

"I almost feel bad for you. Such rebellion. Such honor. Hey, would you like to join us?" he offered.

"I'd die first," Nizaki croaked, still staring at them with smoldering anger.

"Ah…well. You just passed up your chance to live." Before the big man could move a muscle, a voice called out.

"You have him?" The leader's eyes widened.

"It's Urasue!" he gasped.

"Make way, make way," the old woman growled, pawing her way through the throngs of skinheads to make her way to Nizaki. She didn't looked very intimidating, with her short height of four feet. Her arms were folded over her broad chest, long, blood red nails tapping impatiently her forearm. Her hair was drawn into a low, silvery ponytail and she glared at Nizaki with ink black eyes rimmed with flaming red. Urasue clutched a large sickle in her free hand and it looked menacing, even in the dark. She wasn't intimidating. She was just creepy and queer. "Ah, Nizaki. Thought you could escape me?" The man swallowed, a shudder rippling through his body.

"W-Well…" He couldn't force the words from his lips.

"You saw what I did. I can't have that. You cannot warn the Northern Kingdoms." She marched for him, and wrapped her long claws around his neck. Nizaki yelped in pain. "My plan would never succeed. I need to slink in without anyone noticing. I need to steal the dead miko's remains! I cannot have you thwarting my distraction." Urasue waved her sickle threateningly in the air.

"It's wrong," he managed to sputter, wrenching her crusty hands from his throat. He massaged the abused skin. "There is no reason to disturb her grave sight. As a warrior and a friend to my Master, I cannot allow you to harm his family."

"Nizaki, you know you will die tonight. We will leave with your blood staining the dirt and your lifeless body sprawled on the grass. Then, I will pay these nice gentlemen for their services then I will be on my way to the castle. With the remains of the miko, I will become extremely powerful and the Northern Kingdom will crumble. With it out of the way, my plan will work." Nizaki gulped. Before the man could move a muscle, Urasue took her sickle and sliced it across his chest.

He cried out in anguish, dropping to his knees. Nizaki's hand shot to his wound in a fruitless attempt to stop the bleeding. It stained his fingers and his clothes, red droplets attacking the ground.

"She will figure it out. She will find you. And she will kill you. Mark my words. Before the end of this, you will burn in hell." Then, he kneeled over, letting out a gasp of pain, and died.

The leader of the gang prodded the lifeless form with his sandal and shook his head.

"A shame. He would have been a good member of our group. Now, about that gold," he reminded her greedily, rubbing his large, calloused hands together. "I expect 50 gold pieces for each of us and there are fifteen."

"Yes, yes," Urasue growled. She shoved her hands deep within her pockets and pretended to be searching for money, but instead, when she lifted her hands out of her robes, a crimson dust filled her palm.

"What the hell? That's not money!" one gang member accused, pointing angrily at the spectator.

"Oh, you won't need money where you're going," she said evilly, grinning. Her yellow teeth reflected the light of the flames of the torches. Urasue smiled again, and blew hard onto the red sand. It coated the men.

"Huh? What's going on here? What the hell did you do to us old woman?" Urasue ignored them, and muttered a word under her breath, "Combustion."

Then, flames exploded on the men's clothing. They screeched, squealing in pain as the fire licked at their bodies. Urasue turned and clapped her hands together, grinning evilly as the gang disintegrated into ashes. Still clutching her sickle, she walked steadily to the Northern Kingdoms.

"So, my plan proceeds."

AN: The beginning of something huge! Review.