InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Double Vision ❯ Chapter 60 ( Chapter 59 )

He was ruined, fucking ruined. And the reason for it all was crouched in front of him sniveling and whining, her black hair hanging over her face in stringy strands, wet with her tears and snot and mud. “Look at me, bitch!” He screamed, totally enraged. When he saw that she was staring into his face, he clashed his fangs and bared them at her. Like a flash, he used one bare foot to flip her to her back, then stepped onto her chest, pinning her down in the melting snow. He used his intact right hand to tug the firerat robe out of the way, so that she could see the bloody stump that was once his left arm. “Look at what you’ve done!”

“You’re crazy, Inuyasha! I didn’t do that to you!”

Inuyasha lowered his face toward her, tilting it to display his permanently scarred cheek. “You wanna play with the big boys, little girl? You’ve got off to a great start, haven’t you. You proud of yourself?” He prodded her chin with a dirty toe. “Daddy’s gone now. So, whatcha gonna do, bitch? What’s your new plan? I’m just askin’ cause I know you. You’ve always got a plan, don’t you, you skanky little whore?”

Rin could tell he was losing it. His eyes were turning pink, and she could see the beginnings of jagged purple lines darkening on his cheeks. An unnatural wind was whipping his long shaggy hair around his body and blowing dried brown leaves from the branches of surrounding trees. He was going demon and once he did, nothing was going to hold him back from ripping her to pieces. “I’ll grow it back for you!”

“Oh, I don’t think so. I think you’re just making promises you can’t keep, just like you always do.”

“It wasn’t me, Inuyasha! It’s not my fault you lost your arm, and I’ve never made you any promises I didn’t keep! Just give me a chance, and I’ll find a way to get your arm back!”

Inuyasha sneered at her “Kikyo could have probably grown my arm back for me. Kagome, she loves me enough that she’d go through hell to find a way. But you, Rin? Have you ever done a single worthwhile thing in your entire fucking life?”

“Loving you, Inuyasha! That was supposed to be what I did with my life! And you screwed that up, didn’t you? Casting me aside to take back Kagome! So who are you to talk? You’re a dog that can’t even stay loyal!”

Inuyasha hissed and drew himself up to his full height. The air was heavily charged with energy and smelled of ozone. His fangs had lengthened and his eyes were as red as garnets. Rin flattened herself into the ground. She knew that any attempt to move now would prove fatal. “Sit, Inuyasha,” she whispered.

Inuyasha fell to his knees beside her. He brought his face close to hers. “I don’t think that will work for you, Rin.” He ran his claws down the side of her face with what almost seemed like tenderness, carving four deep, bloody furrows into the firm young flesh of her cheek. The pain was excruciating, but fear of further enraging him kept her from crying out. “That’s for my face, but you still owe me, Rin. Big time. I don’t like thieves, and you’ve stolen more from me than Naraku or your precious Sesshomaru ever did. The way I see it, you owe me my arm back.” He gave her a vicious shake. “You owe me my mate back.” He gave her another shake, then grabbed her by the collar of her miko outfit, lifting her upward so his lips were almost making contact with her own. “And you owe me a pup, Rin.” He shoved her back into the muddy, slushy snow.

He rose to his feet, graceful in spite of his missing arm. Rin was relieved that he seemed to be regaining control of his beast as he stared down at her with contemptuous golden eyes, now only slightly tinted with pink. “Here’s the plan, Rin. I’m going to take care of your good buddy Master Ungai, and you are going to watch, and learn. If you’re real smart, you might figure out that I’m not some stupid guy you want to play games with, like you seem to think. So get walkin’, cause I’m not gonna carry you. I don’t even want to touch you, cause if I do, I’ll kill you right here and now.”

It was only a couple of miles back to Ungai’s village, and Inuyasha made quick work of sniffing out the spot where Ungai had left his escape tunnel and taken flight through the forest. Inuyasha did not say a word, but he made sure to let Ungai get a good look at him, knowing he made a horrible sight, maimed and covered with blood as he was. “Get back, vile demon!” Screamed the old monk.

Inuyasha just smirked. He knew the monk was powerful, and it would be unwise to give him a chance to regroup, but he was savoring the dramatic scene. Rin picked that moment to stumble onto their little tableau. He laughed when Rin screamed out “Master Ungai! Run!”

In his confrontation with Rin, Inuyasha had exerted great control over his animalistic side, unwilling to surrender his power of reason to the raging beast that was lurking just below the surface of his being. But he had no use for Master Ungai, other than as an example to Rin and an immediate, satisfying outlet for his bottled up aggression. Now that his audience had arrived, Inuyasha pounced on Ungai like Kirara would jump on a fat mouse, sinking his fangs into the back of his neck and shaking the monk until first his bladder and bowels gave out, then his screaming, pleading voice, and finally his very life. Inuyasha was in full demon mode now, every muscle in his powerful form engaged in violently tossing the old man’s body from side to side. At last the vertebra in the monk’s neck separated, flesh and cartilage tore through, and his bald, tanned head landed with a sickening thud right at Rin’s feet, his watery old eyes staring up into Rin’s. Rin screamed and screamed until her vocal cords gave out and she could not make another sound.