InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Escape ❯ Recollection ( Chapter 4 )

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He got out, ignoring the frosty rain drops that bombarded his body. 'A girl?' He made his way over to the body. 'Damned prostitutes.' Crouching down, he turned her over to see if she was in fact dead or alive. The sight that he beheld pulled at a dozen heartstrings in his chest and literally took his breath away. "Kikyo?"

Recollection

He didn't know what had made him pick up this unconscious vixen off the street and bring her into his home. Perhaps it was the fact that she reminded him so much of Kikyo. At first he thought she was his lost childhood love, but then he noticed the subtle differences. For one, while Kikyo's scent had been of earthy, this girl was one of wild sakura blossoms. And Kikyo had never been able to tan so easily like this girl, even if she was out in the sun all day. Kikyo's lips also hadn't been as pouty and full as the girls.

Reluctantly, he laid her on his bed. His brow furrowed in dissatisfaction. If she stayed in her wet clothes she would no doubt catch pneumonia. Reluctantly, the hanyou retrieved one of his shirts from his dresser and hesitantly began to undress her. A strange tingling sensation shot through his fingers upon contact with her skin, which was unnaturally soft and smooth. His fingers lingered on her silky skin longer than necessary as he removed her soaking dress.

After a great deal of effort of trying not to scrape her with his claws, he managed to get her out of the soaking garments. 'She doesn't look half bad' he mused once settling her into his bed. With her raven black tresses surrounding her peaceful form and her skin emitting a healthy glow under the soft light of his room, she looked ethereal. The enticing aroma she was give off was actually helping to settle his nerves. He hadn't felt this calm in a long time.

He growled, shaking his head in an effort to rid himself of unwanted thoughts. He had yet to meet this chick and she already had him acting like a lovesick fool. Shrugging off the spell that concealed his demon traits, he kicked off his shoes and stripped from the waist up. <AN: Drools. You know you want to join in too.>

Allowing himself to relax for the first time all day, he sank into a nearby chair. His ears twitched at the rhythmic breathing of the girl. It was unnerving how her very presence could soothe the tension he had accumulated over the day. He wouldn't have all this stress if his damn boss would give him a fucking raise. But no, Toutousai wanted to be a damn skinflint when it came to issues concerning money he deserved. But then again it was partly his fault for the unpaid bills that sat unattended on his dresser. He couldn't help it if he liked to add parts to his Skyline. The car was too damn expensive, but he loved it nonetheless . He remembered a time when he didn't have a car, a home, or money.

He sighed, remembering all too well how he had come from a misguided 13-year old to a semi-successful mechanic. The days following his escape from the complex had been difficult. He had had no food, shelter, and was constantly looking over his shoulder. Of course there had been a few occasions where he had run into underlings of Naraku, but he had had no problem putting an end to their miserable existence. Eventually they had discontinued their futile attempts in trying to recover him, especially when he had decided to leave the country. After wandering and training for a couple of years, he had returned to the states, his intention being the destruction of Naraku and his empire and retrieving the only person who he cared for in the world. When he found the abandoned complex, he'd been enraged, and even more infuriated when he found that stinking wolf, Kouga waiting for him.

*Flashback*

The cool night breeze ruffled his untamed mane, which reflected the fluorescent light of the full moon. The complex that had housed over a hundred underlings and employees of Naraku stood completely deserted. Warily, he made his way through the black steel gates. It could be a set up. But that wouldn't explain why he couldn't pick up the scent of anyone, and those that lingered were barely identifiable. Grasping the hilt of Tetsuiaga, the hanyou walked to the courtyard. The only sounds that could be heard were the ceaseless chirping of crickets in the distance and the continuous crunch of his bare feet along the gravel path.

He tilted his head back a little to get whiff of the silent night air. Nothing. His ears perked up in alert a sudden movement behind him. Growling, he whirled around, a transformed Tetsuiaga in hand. "I can smell your stench wolf! Get down here and face me like a real youkai!"

A cocky smirk crossed the wolf youkai's features as he propped his head up with his hand from the roof of the complex. "And the dog-faced mutt returns from his journeys abroad. What brought you back here inukuro?"

"Don't play fucking games with me wolf," he spat in anger. "Where the hell is everyone?"

The lounging wolf youkai yawned in obvious boredom. "Why do you wanna know?"

His eyebrow twitched in annoyance. "You know damn well! Where is Naraku?!"

"Here and there," came Kouga's vague reply.

Roaring in frustration with fangs bared, he leapt into the air and raised Tetsuiaga, his full intention of amputating the disgusting head of the wolf. With another knowing smirk, Kouga dodged the attack using his god-like speed with little effort. Fragments of concrete and wood were thrown in every direction as a result of the failed maneuver.

The hanyou's golden eyes began to tinge with red as he spun around to face the youkai. "I'll ask you one more time, where is Naraku?" he asked in a barely controlled voice.

Kouga gave him a toothy grin. "Inuyasha, you still fight like shit even though you've had so many years to train," he replied ignoring the hanyou's snarls. "But I do have a message for from our most beloved leader," he spat in disgust. "He can no longer tolerate your insubordination and therefore has no more need for you. But due to your defiance of his will, he will bring you down and subject you to endless torture…get the picture?"

"Then where is he? And what has he done with Kikyo?"

"All will come to past in due time. Oh, and about your little girlfriend, you won't be seeing anymore of her. She belongs to Naraku and exists for the sole purpose of being his puppet, as we all are. But know this," Kouga said in a monotonous tone, his piercing cobalt eyes becoming hard, "even though I hate the bastard, I must obey him."

"No you don't! Join me and we both can kill that fucking bastard!" 'What the hell was wrong with him? He's like a fucking zombie.'

"I must or my entire pack will be killed. Enjoy your freedom Inuyasha, cuz its probably going to be short-lived." And with that he was gone in a whirlwind of dust.

*End Flashback*

He had tried to track down the filthy wolf, but he was too damn fast. Not only could he not pick up the scent of either Kikyo or Naraku after his encounter with the wolf, but he failed in his attempts to track down his half brother, Sesshoumaru, with hopes of disemboweling the bastard for making his life a living a hell. He had roamed around in frustration and loneliness for the next three years. Now living in Baltimore, he was yet again pondering moving on once more. He didn't like staying in one place for a long period of time. Although he had had relations with numerous people, he never got too close to anyone. It was too risky.

But then again, he was tired of always being alone. Maybe he should focus on the future instead of being so absorbed with the past. He had failed Kikyo and would probably never find Naraku. His ears swiveled in the direction of his guest as she began to stir. Intrigued, he leapt up out of his chair and made his way cautiously over to where she was resting.

. . .

Kagome groaned. Her head was killing her. What she wouldn't give for some Advil. Coming back to reality from dreamland was no joke. Cinnamon spices overcame her senses. Wait a minute, she didn't have anything in her room that smelled in the least bit like cinnamon. Groggily, she slowly came to her senses. A blurred figure stood before her. After blinking several times, she came face to face with a white-haired, golden orbed, dog-eared demon. Then, did what any red-blooded female would do in her situation. She screamed bloody murder.

End.

AN: See. No more Hojo…or Kikyo…for the moment. Review, review, review.