InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ For Richer or Poorer ❯ Revelations and Fights ( Chapter 16 )

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(A/N: God, I'm actually getting kind of bored with this story…My brain is trying to come up with great twists and turns, but I'm not very imaginative so…yeah. Anyway, I hope you enjoy regardless. Go chapter 15! WooT WooT!)

 

 

 

Chapter Fifteen

Revelations and Fights

 

 

 

“So,” Inuyasha said, staring at Miroku and Sango. “You're telling me that Kagome has the sacred jewel inside of her and that's what Naraku wants?”

 

Miroku nodded. “According to what we found in his office, yes. We took the files from his computer and they are filled with the legends of the jewel.” He paused. “As well as information on Kagome.”

 

Sesshoumaru and Kagome stiffened. “What kind of information?” he asked, his voice low.

 

“Almost any information you'd care to find,” Sango answered grimly. “Date of birth, where she lives, who her family is, personal records, medical records…the only information he didn't have was her police records because she's an undercover officer.”

 

“Shit,” Inuyasha breathed.

 

“But I don't have a jewel inside me,” Kagome protested. “The Shikon no Tama is just a myth.”

 

“No, it isn't,” Sesshoumaru spoke up. “I remember the jewel, and I remember its power.”

 

“How could you have seen it?” Inuyasha demanded.

 

“You forget how long I've been alive, brother,” Sesshoumaru said. “It was entrusted to the Higurashi's and disappeared before you were born. I had forgotten the name of the household until now. Naraku is after the jewel's power, and if he gets it, he will become stronger than ever.”

 

“How come you never stole it for yourself back then?” Inuyasha asked scornfully. “Kami knows you were enough of a bastard to take it or anything else that would have made you more powerful.”

 

Kagome looked at the arrogant looking demon and wondered how much different he was in the past. He lifted an eyebrow at Inuyasha. “I did not need the jewel to make me more powerful back then,” he said, and Kagome knew he was probably telling the truth. “The only thing I ever wanted was in the possession of someone who did not deserve it.”

 

Inuyasha growled. “You're just mad because father didn't leave his sword to you.”

 

“Wait a minute,” Kagome interrupted, and glared at Sesshoumaru. “The thing that you and Inuyasha were fighting for was a sword? You got your arm cut off for something as trivial as that?”

 

“Arm cut off?” Miroku asked, but was ignored.

 

“It wasn't trivial,” Inuyasha said. “It was a powerful sword.”

 

“In the hands of a weak master,” Sesshoumaru retorted coolly.

 

“I don't see anything wrong with his arm now,” Miroku whispered to Sango, and was again ignored. She just shrugged.

 

“However, since you could not live normally without the sword, I decided to let you keep it.”

 

“Like hell. You knew you couldn't take it from me.”

 

“What do you mean `live normally'?” Kagome demanded. “Exactly what kind of sword was this?”

 

Sesshoumaru hesitated. He never expected to dig up family history over this. “It was our father's fang. Both Tetsusaiga and Tenseiga-”

 

“Tenseiga?” Miroku interrupted sharply. “You mean that sword actually existed?”

 

“Miroku?” Sango asked questioningly, but his eyes were glued to Sesshoumaru.

 

“There was a legend of a powerful demon lord leaving two swords made of his body to his two sons. One, which I now assume to be the Tetsusaiga, could slaughter one-hundred youkai with one swing. The other…”

 

“The other could restore life,” Sesshoumaru finished.

 

“Restore life?” Sango asked. “You mean, bring people back from the dead?”

 

“Father left Tetsusaiga to me, and Tenseiga to Sesshoumaru,” Inuyasha said. “Ironic, no? To give a life giving sword to someone as bloodthirsty as Sesshoumaru.”

 

“However, while Tetsusaiga might not have been in the hands of the right owner, it also had a power I had not foreseen. It sealed Inuyasha's blood, and that is the ultimate reason why I left it alone.”

 

“Sealed his blood?” Kagome asked. Her mind was whirling with all of the revelations.

 

“Inuyasha is a half-demon,” Miroku spoke up again, making the connection in his mind. “Without it, his demon blood would rage out of control.”

 

“And where are the swords now?”

 

“Don't worry, Kags,” Inuyasha said, smirk back in place. “I'm not going to turn into a rabid monster anytime soon. There isn't enough danger in this time to allow it. Tetsusaiga, Tenseiga, and Tokijin are all safely tucked away with our father's servant, Myoga.”

 

“Good Kami, there's another sword?”

 

“You can't really expect Sesshoumaru, the killing perfection, to go walking around in Feudal Japan with one arm and a sword that couldn't kill? He had an uber evil sword made so he could kill all he wanted.”

 

“Really, Inuyasha,” Sesshoumaru said with disdain. “Where do you come up with these ridiculous sayings? In any case, it's getting late and it's almost Rin's bedtime.”

 

“Talk about uber evil,” the hanyou groaned. “She made me read her three bedtime stories last night.”

 

“Then you should hurry home and not keep her waiting,” Sesshoumaru replied.

 

“Before you guys leave,” Kagome said, holding out her hand. “I want the files you took from Naraku's office.”

 

“Of course,” Miroku said, and handed her the flashdrive. “We're going to see Kaede now and let her tell us what she wants us to do now. We'll keep in touch.”

 

“It was nice meeting you, Sango,” Kagome said warmly.

 

“You too, Kagome,” the demon slayer replied, and the group left, leaving Kagome and Sesshoumaru alone once more.

 

“Do you mind if I borrow your office for this?” she asked, waving the little stick.

 

He nodded and led the way, fully intent on viewing the files with her. He sat down at his desk and held out his hand.

 

“Now, Sesshoumaru,” she began sweetly. “I know that you are not planning on seeing confidential evidence. I know how to use a computer.”

 

He just kept his hand out for the disk.

 

She glared at him.

 

“Kagome, I already know the contents of the disk…Miroku already spoke of what was on it.”

 

“But it doesn't involve you,” she protested, and shut her mouth when she saw his eyes narrow dangerously.

 

Everything about you involves me, he wanted to say. Don't shut me out now.

 

Instead, he said calmly, “Don't you think my involvement in this case in unquestionable now, detective?”

 

She winced at the formal tone of his voice, and considered his words. There wasn't much he didn't already know about the case.

 

“Guess it wouldn't harm anything,” she mumbled, and put the disk in his outstretched hand.

 

He quickly set it up and soon they were both glancing at the files. She was leaning over his shoulder when they got to her medical records.

 

“Well, well,” he murmured, looking at the file. “You've been a busy officer, haven't you?”

 

Burn marks, concussions, a broken wrist, contusions, a gun-shot graze, lacerations made from claws. He looked at her with raised eyebrows.

 

She shifted uncomfortably. “I'm a cop,” she said simply. “And a miko. I have to deal with evil from both the human and demon worlds.” She gave him a mock reproachful stare. “And you guys have hella nasty claws.”

 

“Hn,” he said, and turned back to the records. She felt him tense a moment later.

 

She leaned forward to see what he was reading.

 

Declared deceased for one minute and thirty-nine seconds due to poisoning...revived by purging her system, administering antibiotics, and CPR…regained consciousness five days later…

 

She winced mentally. Forgot about that one.

 

“You see,” she began to explain, but he cut her off.

 

“I don't even want to know,” he said shortly, and had to make himself not to dig his claws into the wood before him. If he found out how she was poisoned, he was bound to find the bastard who caused it and tear him into little bits…slowly.

 

They methodically worked through each file until they reached the last one. Kagome cringed when she saw its contents.

 

Pictures. Hundred pictures of her with Sesshoumaru, walking around, and worse, pictures of her family. She saw Souta outside of the shrine kicking a soccer ball, her grandfather sweeping the steps, her mother working in the kitchen, pictures of her room…she shuddered.

 

“I think that's enough for tonight,” Sesshoumaru said softly, closing the files and shutting off the computer. She sighed and rubbed her arms, as if she had suddenly felt a chill. Silently, he handed her the phone.

 

“Call them,” he said, and she looked at him gratefully. “Find me when you are finished.”

 

She nodded, and took the phone, preparing to dial her house as she watched him leave the room.

 

She talked with her mother for a good hour, just hearing her voice and knowing that she was safe before she spent the same amount of time on her brother and grandfather. When she was finished, she sighed in relief and happiness, thankful that Sesshoumaru knew exactly what she needed. Speaking of Sesshoumaru…

 

She got up from her chair, stretching out the kinks she had gained and her tired muscles. Her aches and pains from the day before, minus her arm and neck, had gone away, leaving her energized. Her miko blood healed her faster than others and allowed her to continue on normally after a day of rest. She just had to be careful not to open up her wounds again and that wasn't a problem. She left the room to search the house for Sesshoumaru, but had no luck.

 

He wasn't downstairs and he wasn't anywhere that she could see upstairs. She even glanced outside, but he was nowhere to be found. That only left one place.

 

She trudged back up the stairs to his bedroom and paused. In the beginning, he had told her his room was off limits. She snorted. He also said that about his office. Besides, he did tell you to look for him.

 

Her mind made up, she knocked on the door, quelling her eagerness. She would get to see his bedroom…what would his personal sanctuary be like? Would it be sparse and bare, or warm and inviting? He didn't answer…

 

She frowned. This was the only logical place he could be. She knocked again, and gasped as the door opened on its own. She stuck her head in, and seeing no one, stepped in fully.

 

His floors were hard wood with soft rugs here and there. He had a few traditional Japanese paintings on the wall that she was willing to be were authentic. He preferred the traditional tatami mat on the floor, but it was huge and looked soft and had a black cover. There were no superfluous decorations or anything unnecessary. Just like the demon himself, she mused. Now where was the said demon?

 

Looking farther, she noticed there was another sliding door on the opposite side of where she was. Another room? She wondered. She wouldn't be surprised.

 

She saw a shadow from behind it and smiled. She had found him. She opened the door, knowing that he could smell her from outside of his room so she wasn't intruding. She just stood there and stared, lightly taken aback.

 

The room was a small dojo, and Sesshoumaru was training. He had a wooden sword in his hand, having changed from his casual attire to a simple kimono, and was going through the movements gracefully and flawlessly. She couldn't help but just watch him. It was almost like a dance, the way his body flowed and the sword followed. A deadly grace…

 

He patiently finished his practices and turned to her. “How is your arm?”

 

“Huh?” She took a second to snap out of the daze he had put her in, fighting not to blush. “Oh, it feels fine, I guess. As long as I don't put too much strain on it, I feel perfectly normal.”

 

He smiled…and she looked at him warily. She didn't trust that smirk. Casually, he walked to the far wall and placed the wooden sword on the rack, and calmly rolled up his sleeves.

 

For some unexplainable reason, her heart started to pound as her instincts kicked up, making her tense cautiously. She stepped forward a little, a question forming on her lips.

 

He beat her to it. “Defend yourself.”

 

She looked puzzled at him until he seemed to disappear. Oh, shit…

 

The back of her neck started tingling, and she turned swiftly and ducked his incoming fist.

 

“What are you, crazy?” she exploded, backing up a few steps, and he followed her, just like a predator. “What do you think you're doing?”

 

“Letting off some stress,” he said, and disappeared once more, increasing his speed. She didn't even have time to blink this time before he was gone. She felt a breath on the back of her neck, but when she whirled around, he was gone.

 

Next she felt the delicate scrape of a claw on her back, and whirled again. There was nothing but air. Unbidden, her blood started to rise and pulse as she realized he was playing with her. Just like before at the shrine when he had met her family for the first time. They had come out in a draw then, but this time, she was determined to win.

 

A little grin played about her lips, but then she gasped as he appeared an inch in front of her face. “Something funny, detective?” A light was in her eyes that she had never seen anymore. The light of the chase…cat and mouse…hunter and hunted. This was his more demonic side, and she would be lying if she said her stomach didn't have butterflies at the thought.

 

Without replying, she immediately swung her fist to his face, but he stopped it with one finger. She opened her fist and grabbed his wrist, and he allowed her to twist his arm behind his back. Smiling that wicked smile again, he quickly maneuvered her around until he was holding her arms, gently, behind her back and leaned over her shoulder.

She could feel his breath in her ear, and fought off a shudder as he took a deep whiff of her. Good lord, what the demon could do to her in just a few short moments…

 

Concentrating, she let a little of her miko powers come forth into her hands. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to give him a little jolt. He snatched his hands back, and looked at her with one eyebrow raised.

 

“Touché,” he murmured as she faced him in a defensive position. This time, she charged him first, and he let her tackle him to the ground, making his landing as soft as possible so as not to jostle her arm, and looked up as she crouched over him. He smirked again at their positions.

 

“My, my, Kagome…I didn't realize you were this forward…”

 

She flushed furiously as she noticed the suggestiveness behind his words. She scrambled off of him and muttered, “You don't fight fair.”

 

He smiled a little more and rose gracefully from the floor. “I-” he cut himself off, and his whole body tensed as he sniffed the air.

 

“What?” she said, noticing how the teasing glint had gone out of his eyes and left something far more…cold in its wake.

 

He turned to her. “Naraku.”

 

Her blood ran cold. “Where?”

 

He calmly rolled down his sleeves again and started walking out of the room. “Just outside the house. He'll probably enter in a moment.”

 

“Anyone with him?”

 

He sniffed experimentally again. “Hakudoushi.”

 

“He's supposed to be at the station!”

 

“Well, he's not,” he said dryly and began walking to the door of his room.

 

“What are you doing?” she hissed, grabbing his arm and stopping him. “You're not planning on going down there, are you?”

 

“Of course. He's in my home, uninvited. It's only right that I show him the way out.” He looked pleased at the thought.

 

“We should call for back-up,” she said.

 

“Have fun with that,” he said, and tossed over his shoulder. “This will be over before they get here.”

 

“Fuck,” she cursed under her breath. “What do we do now?”

 

Sesshoumaru looked at her impassively. “Go say hello?”

 

“Don't be cute,” she said.

 

“I'm not,” he said seriously. “The only way to do this is to confront him. You know it.”

 

She slumped her shoulders. “But what if-”

 

“He's going to try and grab you,” he interrupted. “But he won't lay a finger on you.” He looked at her as if to try and dare her to say otherwise.

 

“Sesshoumaru,” she said. “This is for police officers to handle.”

 

He snorted. “But they are not here. You and I are…and he's waiting for us.”

 

She put her hand on her head. She didn't doubt his fighting ability, but she couldn't help but feel afraid. He understood her conflict, and put a hand on her cheek.

 

“How do you want to do this?”

 

She took a deep breath. “I've never backed down from a fight before.”

 

“That's my girl,” he said, showing one of his rare smiles. She began to walk out the door, but his hand stopped her once again.

 

For the first time since she had seen him, he looked uncertain. “Kagome…if by some chance…he's going to do anything to get a hold of you…if he ever gets to close…”

 

“If he touches me, I'll purify his ass,” she said confidently, and he smiled at her again.

 

Taking a deep breath, she headed down the stairs with him just as the front door opened, revealing Naraku and Hakudoushi.

 

“Kagome,” he said with a sick smile. “I believe you have something I want.”

 

“You're chasing a dream, Naraku. No one knows if the Shikon no Tama even exists anymore.”

 

“Ah, but I know it does,” he said, taking a step closer, causing Sesshoumaru to give a warning growl. “I can feel the power rolling off of you, Kagome. The jewel is inside you.”

 

“Would you like a feel of that so-called power?” she challenged, and shot a blast of power towards him. He dodged and Hakudoushi came after her while Sesshoumaru took off after Naraku. The fight was on.

 

Naraku unleashed tentacles from his body, which Sesshoumaru dodged effortlessly. With a green glow, he flicked his wrist to reveal his whip and struck back at Naraku. However, however many tentacles he lopped off, two more grew in its place until the whole foyer was practically a writhing creature.

 

Kagome was having her own trouble with Hakudoushi in a repeat of the night before. This time, however, she wouldn't hold back anything. She made an arrow out of her power and sent them one by one to the elusive servant. She nicked him once or twice, but she couldn't really compete with his speed. He kept getting closer and closer to her, while she frantically shot as fast as she could. But too soon he was upon her.

 

He grabbed her, and she prepared to fire off a finishing shot, but he jumped back at the last second. Kagome stole a glance at Sesshoumaru and gaped at the creature Naraku had become. He was no longer recognizable as the cold business man…now he was a monster.

 

Sesshoumaru was doing pretty well with the tentacles in front of him, but Kagome noticed one coming up behind him, ready to pierce him.

 

“Sesshoumaru,” she cried, and fired an arrow, catching it before it could strike. He looked to her, and froze.

 

She realized just how much time she had looked away when Hakudoushi caught her from behind and began to squeeze. She closed her eyes…

 

This is the stupidest fucking way to die, Higurashi…not like this…not in front of Sesshoumaru…fight….

 

She felt a power expanding within her, unlike anything she had ever felt. She felt her whole body vibrating with it, and it welled up without control. She unleashed it.

 

When she opened her eyes, the ashes of Hakudoushi were all that remained.

 

“That's it!” Naraku said, a slightly insane look in his eyes. “That is the power of the Shikon no Tama…”

 

Without even giving another glance to Sesshoumaru, Naraku lunged at Kagome, tentacles outstretched. Sesshoumaru disappeared in a blur…

 

Kagome saw Naraku coming and knew that there was nothing she could do in time. She closed her eyes and could feel the power welling up inside her again. But she sensed another presence in front of her before she could unleash it again. She opened her eyes and stared, horrified.

 

Sesshoumaru was slightly slumped in front of her, facing her, staring into her eyes. A tentacle went through his back and directly through his stomach, ending an inch before her own body.

 

Naraku violently wrenched his appendage out, causing Sesshoumaru's blood to splash to the floor and him to go down on one knee.

 

“Oh, my god, oh, my god,” she chanted, kneeling before him, but he shoved her out of the way as another tentacle attacked. “Go!” he rasped to her.

 

“I'm afraid she's not going anywhere except for with me,” Naraku said.

 

Sesshoumaru stood up painfully to face Naraku once more, but another tentacle was shoved through his shoulder, this time, a deadly smoke filled the air.

 

Miasma…

 

Sesshoumaru could feel his vision get fuzzy as the poison made its way into his system. He saw Kagome collapse and Naraku pick her up. He let out a savage growl, but Naraku just pushed his appendage deeper into his shoulder…he couldn't move.

 

“Try to come for her if you can, Sesshoumaru-sama,” Naraku smirked as he ripped out the tentacle and headed to the door, regaining his humanoid form once more, Kagome cradled in his arms. “Or whatever is left of her.”

 

And there, with Sesshoumaru immobilized for the time being on the floor and the poison still in the air, Naraku left.

 

Kagome's fate was out of his hands…

 

 

 

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Finally, some headway in this story! Yes, my dear children that is the end of this chapter. I try to be a nice author and not leave many cliffhangers in my story, but I couldn't resist this one. Be gentle. I actually read through the entire story to try and refresh what the hell I was trying to accomplish in the first place, and I realized that this story really sucks. Really. There are a lot of inconsistencies…something that every author must face after updating months at a time. It's full of typos that I don't catch until later, and just a lot of bad…storyline. I would just like to take this time to apologize for that. If you were offended by it…don't worry, I was too. However, I would like to thank those who actually like this story and take the time to review it. That is the only reason I'm still writing this.

 

Anyway, I know I will not update this story at least before Christmas or after, so Happy Holidays!! I will try to update “Midnight meets Moonlight” before I go on vacation, but no guarantees. I would also just like to take this moment to say that if anyone has a myspace, hit me up! My profile is set up as my homepage on my writers profile, so all you have to do is visit my writer's profile and click “homepage.” Also, I have a group on MySpace called “Inuyasha Fanfiction” go join if you haven't already. I am the moderator and it needs more members. Okay, that's the end of my useless ranting for now.

 

Until next time,

Mujitsu