InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Deep Waters ❯ Ch.14 ( Chapter 14 )

Chapter 14

 

Nine o'clock rolled around quickly for the two traveling companions; it seemed they had barely scrounged a meal out of coins they found on the ground. Even with all the change they could only afford a small bowl of rice for them to share. “Kagome, shouldn't we be going. From the looks of the sky it's around eight forty, by the time we walk across town it should be nine, give or take a couple minutes.” The boy muttered.

 

“Good idea Shippo, come on.” The adolescent female replied with a bright smile. She picked up her rags that were once considered a dress and began to weave through the crowded town. Shippo quickly ran to catch up with her fast pace, not wanting to be left behind again.

 

Kagome smiled sweetly as the boy reached for her hand, which she gladly held out for him. Together they strolled through the city, trying their best not to get lost in the many alleyways of Osaka. They had just about made it when they collided with a very angry man who began to curse them. Kagome let out a loud gasp as the man stared at her coldly. “Well,” he snapped in a baritone voice. “Aren't you gonna apologize?”

 

“No!” Yelled Shippo. “You ran into us.”

 

“Shippo, hush!” Kagome whispered harshly. “We're sorry.” Kagome said with a short bow before trying to brush past the large man.

 

“What the hell did ya say runt?” The man demanded.

 

“You better apologize! You big meany!”

 

The large man reached out and grabbed Shippo on the head and slammed him fiercely against a wooden wall. She let out a gasp and ran to Shippo's side. “Shippo! Are you alright?” She asked.

 

“Yeah, a stupid dummy like him couldn't hurt me!” He said proudly, trying to hide the tears gathering up in the corners of his eyes.

 

“How could you do that to a poor boy?!” She asked appalled.

 

“The fuck! Are you askin' for it too now bitch?” The man sneered. He stalked up to her and pulled her along with Shippo who was dangling from his tail in the horrid man's grip.

 

“Please sir, just let us go!” Kagome begged seeing a menacing, predatory gleam in his eyes.

 

“Bitch ya can't seriously expect me t'release you after disrespecting me!” He grumbled before smacking her painfully across the cheek. “Ya better beg for forgiveness after yer insolent comment!”

 

For the first time she looked at the cruel man. He had black hair that was graying and thinning at the top. He was bulky, arms bulging with strength. He wasn't richly dressed wearing a blue long sleeved shirt with a forest green vest and beige pants, although his tone of voice made him appear as if he had been the son of the emperor.

 

“Beg!” He howled and began to tug on her hair from the roots, laughing as she whimpered.

 

“Stop it!” Shippo cried. He ran at the man, but the man's stubby hands flicked him away effortlessly.

 

“Stop it!” A new voice ground out, and Kagome froze as the familiar voice rang out.

 

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Sango and Miroku were yanked out of their prison cell as two of their former crewmates smirked at them maliciously. “Captains pets fin'ly came to the end o' thur string, eh Sasuke?” Benitora asked with a lazy grin.

 

“Shut the hell up.” Miroku commanded as he stood up. “Come on Sango, its time for us to go.” She stood up and together they boldly strode out of the prison cell. Benitora and Sasuke grabbed their arms and held them securely behind their backs with inhuman strength. “Fuck you.” Miroku whispered bitterly before delivering a sharp kick in the shins, the bigger man winced at the heavy boot and momentarily loosened his grip. Miroku, taking full advantage of this pulled himself out of the man's grasp and pulled out his sword. Sango, understanding Miroku's command, followed suit and swiftly kicked the man then grabbed his sword. Together the two delivered merciless death to the crude lackeys.

 

Together they proudly left hand in hand and walked up to the main deck where they saw Inuyasha and the remainder of the crew standing. Inuyasha was probably giving an inspirational speech; the thought made Miroku shudder. How had such a good man, pirate, but a good man, gone so wrong because of one petite woman? The two lingered patiently by the side of the boat, waiting for his speech to be done. It took a good three minutes before the pirates gave one final jeer and stormed onto the rowboats. Four of the five boats paddled off into the distant shore while Inuyasha walked over to the captives. “You killed them?” He grunted.

 

“Inuyasha, you are a vile disgusting man who deserves to burn in the deepest pits of hell.” Sango spit out.

 

“It's good to hear that you think so highly of me. Not that it matters, those two were incompetent fools. You're coming with me, I'll drop you off somewhere and that will be last I will ever have to see you disgracing failures.”

 

“Have you lost all humanity?” Miroku asked rhetorically.

 

“Yes.” He barked. He walked over to the remaining boat and sat down with a growl, the other two trailed him with one last look at the bewitching vessel. They each grabbed an oar, knowing that that was what expected of them. The man was cocky; he didn't even bother to bring guards with him, knowing that he could easily overpower the two humans. “I'm assuming that you stole their weapons,” The pirate captain drawled. “Pathetic fools. Not even able t'handle the simple job of taking two humans who were imprisoned.” He shook his head as the two rowed in silence.

 

“You are a fucking asshole, Inuyasha. I hope that someday I can see your rotting body and laugh at you for your deserved fate.” Sango hissed before keeping silent for the remainder of the short cruise.

 

“Yes, and ya were too. It took one slap in your face t'realize that.” He said tipping his nose.

 

“Shut up!” Miroku snapped, but still continued rowing. The rest of the trip was spent in silence except for the gentle lapping of waves of the side of the boat and the splashes of the oar hitting the water.

 

After what seemed like hours of intense silence they pulled onto the sandy beach. Inuyasha stood up and stretched his stiff legs before grabbing the two captives' hair and shoving them out of the boat. “Get lost. If I ever see you again, don't think ya'll be s'lucky as t'be released `gain.”

 

Sango and Miroku held themselves proudly and gave their departing words to their old friend and captain. They muttered a quick `Fuck you.' and a short “Burn in hell.” Before they departed into the pirate filled streets of Osaka.

 

They agreed that they would try and head to through the alleyways to the back where the pirates had yet to storm before leaving the city and heading to a village completely surrounded by land. Maybe move to Nagano and join a group of bandits or something. Anything away from their past.

 

They walked bravely through the streets, knowing that nobody was stupid enough to question them as the moonlight glinted off their swords. All the pirates knew of their advanced skills in the art of killing while the store merchants would have to be fools to challenge them. They both looked proud and impending, carrying themselves with grace that nobles strive to achieve. Knowing that they had no money they stopped a few times at what seemed wealthy homes and grabbed silver, gold or money, whichever presented itself to their grabbing hands.

 

They were guided by the slight shimmering of the fires on the other side of town, although said fires blocked out any possible light that the moon and stars might have given. The farther west in the unfortunate town they went, the more darkness seemed to cloak them. Sango shuddered slightly as the crisp air flowed around her, deluding her with its harsh whispers.

 

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The men swarmed the city like bees, attacking carelessly, knowing that no one in the cataclysmic village would even compare to their weakest members. Ashes drifted through the air, entwining themselves in the hair of the humans and demons that cluttered the streets of Osaka. Screams filled the air like gulls on a warm day as the pirate crew wreaked havoc upon them. Women and children filed through the back alleys, trying desperately to find an escape, as the men fought courageously in vain to protect their loved ones.

 

Inuyasha smirked triumphantly as he swung down and destroyed an older human male that was on his knees, begging for mercy from god. This was the life for him, no wench to hold him back, to berate him for his cruelty and hatred, while on the other hand she licked his wounds and whispered words so gentle that they healed over his, what he thought, were unhealable scars. He blinked back shocked tears, why one female was affecting him in the midst of battle was above him, and why he was crying over it was indecipherable.

 

Out of the corner of his eye he could have sworn that he saw her. In a dark alleyway she was screaming for help as one of his men devoured her neck and breasts with clawed hands. Her inky mane was spread around her making her milky pale flesh seem white as the dead. As his claws attacked her breasts, fondling them shamelessly her dainty hands would smack them away, earning a harsh slap each time. Her bleached dress was pulled around her shoulders exposing her collarbone covered with bites from the man above her.

 

He stomped over there, ready to kill the pillager above her, before giving her the long, cruel and gruesome death the bitch deserved for running away from him. He who had given her shelter, food, clothes and his heart. Again, for the second time, he had foolishly held out his heart on a silver platter, ready for crushing. He stabbed the man straight through the stomach, flexing his claws against the abdomen of the petrified girl beneath him. “Tha-thank you.” She spluttered through tears.

 

It was not Kagome, this girl was younger with less form, her face was the wrong shape and her hips were too narrow. This girl was a vixen, and undoubtedly she would grow to be the siren of the city, if Inuyasha let her live that long it was. Without even removing the human man from his arm, he stabbed the girl straight through the chest.

 

Heated blood pooled around his hand as her eyes fluttered shut for the last time and rolled back into her head. A sadistic smirk played across his lips as he absentmindedly licked the red liquid off his fingers. He threw the bodies into a pile before he scampered off into a new part of the city, mostly untouched by the pirates.

 

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They had just walked into a different area of the village; here the houses were smaller, more like shacks than the modern western types they had seen in the past. Not even bothering to stop and rob any of the houses here, knowing that the needed all they could get and that there would be nothing worth taking to begin with. They just treaded through this stretch, wanting to reach the next where they might have more luck finding reasonable houses. They were just at the barrier when they saw the gleam of something in an alleyway. They were about to continue on when they heard the distanced whimper of a young child. Sango looked at Miroku with pleading eyes, they were no longer pirates and they should try and give back for all the misgivings they had done.

 

With a sigh the two stalked to the alleyway, drawing their swords with a predatory burn sparkling in their knowing orbs. A young boy had just been carelessly tossed against a wall earning a loud shriek of protest from the young maiden being held at the throat against the wall. “Stop it!” Miroku ground out. The woman was blocked from view thanks to the bulky man in front of her, but they could both clearly hear her gasp.

 

“An' what the fuck d'you think yer gonna do `bout it?” He asked turning around to face them.

 

“I think we're gonna kick your ass even if you do let them both go. But if you do, we won't kill you.” Sango said folding her arms across her chest.

 

“Hahahaha!” The man apparently found this very humorous. “Cocky words for a puny man and a woman.” He spit the last word out foully.

 

They gave each other one parting look before charging at the man, swords bared in front of them menacingly. There was no challenge. Sango slashed his arm and as he howled in pain Miroku stabbed him carelessly through the chest. “I wouldn't call them cocky.” Miroku breathed as he wiped clean the sword with a handkerchief in his pocket before tossing it to Sango.

 

“Mi-Miroku? Sa-Sango?” Asked a desperate voice in the alley. The woman cradled the young kit to her chest as she stared wide-eyed at the two dignified figures.

 

“Dear god,” He breathed. “Kagome?” They asked startled at her desperate form on the ground.