InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Escape to Our Future ❯ Chapter 1

Takemaru looked around the cold house, the broken furniture, shattered glass from the windows lined the floor, and blood spattered everywhere. It was a scene that would have caused one returning home to panic, and that's what he wanted InuTaisho to do, to see this entire catastrophe, to smell the blood of his family covering the walls. He could picture the youkai's face; see the monster running to his bedchamber, finding his slaughtered mother-in-law sprawled across the bed. Blood leaking from her body to stain the crisp white sheet like red wine.

 

A small wail caught his ear and he turned once again to the nursery. Izayoi lay peacefully in her chair, the liquid of her life staining the blue blanket in her arms. Her lids remained closed, those fading violet eyes hidden from his sight. Reaching down he carefully extracted the blue bundle from her arms, the wailing softening somewhat as he moved. He watched the baby, crying in his arms. He didn't look evil, didn't seem dangerous. He looked as fragile and vulnerable as any human child… except for the ears. Delicate dogs ears protruded from his tender head, covered in soft grey fuzz.

 

He shushed softly, calming the child. The child that would have been his should have been his. He would have made a good father for him, but now he was half a monster. Half of him was just as vile and evil as any other youkai. Humming the soft lullaby playing from the mobile to the infant he slowly retreated from the house, walking down the darkened streets toward his car. He would lure the youkai into his trap, his heart screamed for vengeance, ached to see the blood of the monster who stole everything from him. And he would do it using the last thing the vile creature could claim as his own…his son.

 

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Sesshoumaru leaned back, stretching his tired limbs in the passenger's seat. They had finally done it, five first class tickets to Europe. By tomorrow they would be on the six o'clock flight to London, leaving this country and all its dangers behind. He looked over at his father with a smile. Things were finally going the right, and in London they wouldn't have to hide in fear of being discovered.

 

They pulled through the large gates of their home, driving up the way to their home, surrounded by lush gardens. Still smiling InuTaisho placed his keys back in his pocket and turned to his son. “Lets go say hi to you're brother.” Inuyasha had been home from the hospital almost a week now, settled nicely into the nursery. They had to request a special doctor, Annabelle, a youkai with a young hanyou of her own. No one but a selected few could tend to Izayoi and Inuyasha.

 

Opening the passenger door Sesshoumaru was immediately hit with the smell of blood…lost of blood. Without looking at his father he bolted, charging up the steps and through the house straight into the nursery, InuTaisho close at his heels. They both halted, taken aback by the sight that greeted them. The small blue room looked peaceful, innocent in its childish display. The mobile of moons and stars and flying creatures swirled around contently, letting its soft tune fill the room, but the smell of blood, the sight of Izayoi lying back in her chair, blood staining her soft pink house dress, turned the quiet nursery into the most awful nightmare.

 

Crying out InuTaisho ran to her, cradling her limp form to his chest. Sesshoumaru couldn't move, he just stared blankly at the empty crib, tears blurring his eyes. He could smell the man who did this, knew him well. When InuTaisho regained his senses he too would realize what happened. Sesshoumaru turned, walking briskly from the nursery and to the back room, barely registering the ransacked house, he new from the intense smell of blood that his grandmother lay dead in the master bedchamber. He just kept walking, straight into his room and up to his closet. Shoving aside his chemistry set he grabbed the large, locked black box on the top shelf. His hands were shaking, but he barely noticed as he unlocked the container and retrieved his guns. Loading them he retreated from the house and walked briskly in the direction of the gate, cutting through the gardens and climbing the fence, instead of taking the way and going straight through the gates he shaved five vital minutes from his journey. He would take vengeance for his family. Destroy the human responsible for killing his step-mother and robbing him of his only brother.