InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Destinies Collide ❯ Pure Confusion ( Chapter 10 )

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Destinies Collide

Chapter 10: Pure Confusion

"Miroku, I have one thing to say before I shut up."

"And that would be?"

"I'm not in the mood to do anything other than get answers to my questions. Understand?"

"I understand. Now you understand this. You made a promise to me two weeks ago and I tend to hold you to that promise. Remember, you came down here of your own volition, and I intend to make you keep your word."

"I'll keep my word, but not today."

"You're scared."

"I am not." InuYasha jerked his head to the side and stared at Miroku. He really didn't need to be reminded of that stupid promise. It may not be much to Miroku, but just the thought of it sent different waves of emotion coursing through InuYasha's veins. He couldn't tell if the mere thought of the promise aroused him or made him sick to his stomach.

"You are too. Now, no more talking and for goodness sakes don't think about the promise. Depending on what happens in the next few hours, will determine whether I take you up on the offer today or wait for another day. Now relax."

"Feh," InuYasha growled slightly and turned his gaze back to the ceiling. He sighed in annoyance. That was just another reason why he had been avoiding the monk for the past two weeks.

"Close your eyes and trust me. I will not hurt you and if I do, you have my permission to hurt me."

"Don't tou….."

"I promise to be good. Now, stop talking and relax."

InuYasha sighed again and closed his eyes. He felt Miroku's hand hovering above his forehead and for some reason he felt at peace. InuYasha heard Miroku start chanting again. It took a good five minutes before InuYasha felt a wave of power enter his head. It had taken him by surprise, but he soon found himself drifting to sleep.

Miroku kept chanting till he knew that InuYasha had passed out. He took his seat again, sat back, and crossed his arms across his chest. A flash back of what had transpired between InuYasha and himself two weeks ago entered his head. He quickly shook off the feeling before he found himself molesting his friend as he slept. He had promised to be good and he wasn't about to break that promise. He sighed and trained his thoughts on the duty ahead of him.

"InuYasha, take me back to when Kikyo was trying to touch you. Tell me what you were feeling."

"I… I felt like it was right, but wrong at the same time. I wanted to go through with it, but something told me that it wasn't meant to happen."

"Did you hear any voices at that time?"

"I…. No I didn't"

"When did you first hear the voice?"

"I…. I felt it when she was stroking me. It felt so good and I felt myself start to loose control. That's when I heard him. He…. He told me that I have a mate and that I have some sort of mission to complete."

"Is that when you felt the power enter your body?"

"N…. Not then. I pushed Kikyo away from me. She declared that I was a liar. At that point, I was seeing red. I…. She made me so mad. She called me a liar."

InuYasha started thrashing around on the bed, trying to break Miroku's magical binds. Miroku stood up quickly and hovered his hand over InuYasha's forehead. He chanted a calming spell and within minutes InuYasha's antics quieted. Miroku sat back on the chair. He hated to do this to his friend, but it had to be done if he wanted answers.

"You once told me that you would wake up in the morning and the night before was a complete blank. Tell me about the first time this occurred."

InuYasha shifted, but remained quiet for a while. Miroku watched his best friend and sighed. He could tell that InuYasha was in turmoil over something, but this had to come out. Miroku had to know what happened to InuYasha. Every detail no matter how small was important to figuring out what was going on.

"I fell asleep around midnight that night. I remember because I had lain in bed for hours. Something kept nagging at my soul. It was bugging me, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong. Finally I drifted off to sleep and fell into a dream. Sh…. She was laying there…."

"She?"

"Y… yes. All I remember is thinking how beautiful she was. She was completely and utterly naked, but I saw something else. She was innocent and pure. That's when I saw him."

"Him?"

"Yes, him. The bastard that hurt the angel, that was lying strapped to the floor. He hit her repeatedly. She was helpless. All I could feel was anger. I could smell her blood. He wouldn't stop hitting her. I had to do something. I couldn't let that go on."

"What did you do?"

InuYasha's head thrashed from side to side. "R…. Red. All I can remember is seeing red."

"Blood?"

"Maybe…. No, that wasn't it. It was something else. Something inside of me snapped. I had this over whelming urge to protect the angel."

"Had you seen the angel before?"

"N…. Yes, in dreams mostly."

"Tell me about one of those dreams."

Miroku studied InuYasha's face. A smile tugged at the corner of InuYasha's mouth. He remained silent for a moment. "It was a beautiful dream. I watched her sitting on the porch of our house. Her hands stroked her pregnant belly as she sent a warm smile in my direction. I glanced into the yard and saw a couple of kids running around playing. That part was a bit fuzzy…. So I don't know how many kids there were…. But it made me happy."

Miroku smiled. He remembered having a similar dream. Only he couldn't tell what his wife looked like, since she was the fuzzy object. Miroku sighed. Now was not the time to be thinking about that. "Take me back to when you were seeing red. Tell me what happened."

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He leaned back in his chair and started out of the huge windows that were situated in the back of his study. A lot of interesting things had occurred in the last couple of days. An offer had just presented itself. It couldn't have come at a more opportune time. His mind drifted back to the conditions of the offer. There was only one thing that he wasn't sure about.

The outline mentioned a powerful miko. Something about her being connected to his idiotic brother. He shook his head. He didn't know what that meant. His brother wasn't exactly polite around females, with some exceptions. To his knowledge, his dear brother didn't have a mate. So, whom could he be connected to?

He shifted in his chair and turned back around facing his desk. He stared at the declaration that lay unfolded in front of him. Should he decide to sign it, it would guarantee that he would take over, as crowned prince should an unfortunate accident happen to brother dearest. A soft knock at the door tore him from his thoughts. He continued to stare at the piece of parchment before slowly drifting his gaze to the door as the knock came again.

"Come in," he said, keeping his voice cool and void of any emotion.

The door creaked open and in walked a petit female. She looked to be in her late teens. He watched as she slowly made her way to his desk from the door. Her gaze remained on the floor the entire time. Her dirty brown hair cascaded around her shoulders, framing her face like a curtain. Once she reached the desk she stopped and dropped to her hands and knees.

"You called," she said in a sad voice barely above a whisper.

He sat back in his chair, never once taking his eyes off of his servant. He had to admit, if only to himself, that she was beautiful. She did everything he asked of her. Of course, that was her job, but he saw it as something more. She barely ever looked at him, and when she did, it tore at his heart and soul. He shook his head slightly and leaned forward.

"Rin, I have taken the liberty to get you a new kimono. You shall find it in your closet. Go take a bath and change into it. When you are finished, return here."

He could smell her surprise. He hardly ever got her anything, but she was very pleased when he did. He smiled. He liked to make her happy. His stepmother said that he was falling for Rin. That couldn't be. She was his servant. Ok, maybe he was falling for her, but that would be their little secret. Besides, she wasn't human. He didn't know what she was, but he could care less. He watched as she started to stand.

She dropped back down as she realized that she hadn't been told to leave. She would have thanked him, but he told her that such things were not necessary. She remained on the floor, her hands fidgeting in anticipation.

"Rin, stand up."

She stood up slowly, keeping her gaze on the floor. He let his gaze roam her figure as if looking for a flaw on her perfect body. He silently stood up and made his way around the desk. He stopped in front of her. He looked down at her head and slipped his hand under her chin. He forced her to look up at him. She gazed at him. He read her expression like a book. He had surprised her and she was slightly scared. Why was she scared of him?

"I told you not to be scared of me. I will never hurt you."

He watched as her expression turned soft. He smiled down at her and again read her confused look. He absolutely loved doing that to her. He bent his head down till his face was mere inches from hers.

"Did you think about what I asked you the other night?"

"Y…. yes," came her silent voice.

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"I have arranged your release."

She tore her eyes away from the wall and glared at him. "What did you just say?"

"I said that I have…."

"Shut up, I heard you. But how did you do it?"

"Well…. I sort of…. That is to say…"

"Spit it out already."

"I made a deal with them."

This was beginning to sound bad. She narrowed her eyes at him. "What sort of deal?"

"Well…" He cleared his throat. "The deal states that you will be under my custody for one full month. In that time, I have to get you to confess to the murders of your masters."

"I didn't kill them. Therefore, you will never get a confession out of me."

"There's more." He heard her groan. "Once in my care, you will be free to do as you wish with one exception. I have arranged for the King and Queens personal Monk to place prayer beads on you. From that point, I will be able to…."

"Save the speech. I know what prayer beads are and what they are used for. You'll be able to subdue me." She ripped her eyes away from him and let them fall to the floor. How embarrassing. He would be able to subdue her using whatever word his twisted mind conjured up. "Tell me one thing. Are you going to have this monk bind my powers also?"

"Temporarily, yes."

"I see."