InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ frozen ❯ frozen pt 12 ( Chapter 12 )

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frozen

by: kittie le sabre

Part Twelve

Ten minutes passed before Kikyou made a decision.

There was no way she could sit here like this without doing something. The love of her life and the father of her child, her new friend and her future brother-in-law were all in danger. Not to mention the other men that went with them.

No. She had been quiet when she should have spoken sooner. Now Kagome and everyone were in danger. It was time to act and discard her passivity. But she must err on the side of caution. She could not bring harm to her baby or herself, which would destroy Inuyasha.

Kikyou fished around in her purse until she located Inuyasha's cell phone. She scrolled through the numbers until she located Sango's.

The phone rang less than three times when it was hastily answered.

"Hello?"

Kikyou's heart pounded because Sango sounded so worried and frantic.

"Sango? This is Kikyou; Inuyasha's fiancée."

"Kikyou?" Sango was confused. She and Miroku were at the police station waiting for news. He glanced over at her with a questioning expression, noting her distress.

"Yes. I'm calling to tell you that we found Kagome." Kikyou hastened to explain the details involving the others. "I'm concerned about them all coming out alive."

"Don't worry, Kikyou. Tell us where you are and we'll be there with the police."

Before Kikyou could reply, the car window was smashed. Glass flew everywhere and she braced herself for the worst. The phone was snatched from her and thrown to the ground and crushed. When the door was flung open, Kikyou was grabbed and forced outside.

She forced herself to calmly greet the man who was standing above her with icy menace in his eyes.

"Hello Onigumo," she said, swallowing her fear and inciting her determination to come through this.

"Greetings Kikyou," Naraku murmured, before nodding at someone behind her.

Before she could move away, a bag was placed over her head and she was tied up. Kikyou could hear Naraku's order.

"Bring her."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Dean had led them all into a boarded up area that was used as a garbage dump. The smell was overwhelming in the humid air that was already suffused with the aroma of mold, dank water and rotting fish.

The old drunk pried away one of the boards that covered a window. He used one of his tools to open the grate covering it and tested the ledge.

"It's good. We can go through here to get to the lower level," he informed them.

"Inuyasha, you go first," Sesshoumaru ordered.

"W-what the fuck?" Inuyasha exclaimed angrily. He pointed at Kouga. "Why can't that useless motherfucker go? He's expendable!"

Sesshoumaru did not reply. He merely stood there all too aware that there was no point.

"Useless? What the fuck did you bring besides your big head and big mouth! Kiss my ass, Dog shit!" Kouga snapped walking up to Inuyasha with his fists balled up.

"Make me, Weasel nuts!"

"Are either one of you aware that Kikyou is outside alone? That Kagome becomes a liability if Naraku finds out that she is no use to him?"

Inuyasha and Kouga managed to look ashamed. They sent one another a final glare with a promise to do damage later. Inuyasha climbed down with Tetsusaiga in his hand and quickly checked the area.

"Let's go! The smell down here might kill us first!"

Dean ushered through corridors with chipped walls, cracked floors covered in dirt, mud, empty bottles and filth that had been long abandoned until the stench of unwashed bodies, urine, sewer fumes and mildew assailed them. The group soon learned what part of the cause was.

Groups of derelicts and homeless men, women and youth crowded the area. Some where sleeping, others were milling about; a few were smoking, drinking and talking. There was a great deal of ragged belongings and junk everywhere, tons of refuse and empty containers and even makeshift beds.

Dean greeted a few who wandered up to them, and there were others begging for money or food. Inuyasha "conveniently" dropped change as they passed through the area and Sesshoumaru gave him a knowing smirk. Ginta and Moutan paused to talk with a group of dirty and ragged youths. They exchanged a few words and after a moment or two waltzed up to Kouga.

"Here," Moutan said, holding up a razor blade and a handgun. "You ain't ready for this."

"Whatever," Kouga muttered taking the weapons. The two men nodded aware that it was his way of saying thanks. He'd known them since the early days when they had struggled and fought for food and shelter in their old neighborhood. Somehow he'd managed to escape while they stayed but he kept in touch with them and helped them out. Now they were guarding his back.

"This way," Dean called out and everyone was glad to not linger there. The smell alone and the aura of hopeless despair were suffocating.

The derelict had found a panel that opened up to an area that was filled with loads of cables, wires and circuit breakers. There was a makeshift ladder on the side and another door at the top of it.

"My buddy just told me we can get into the main area of this building through the basement. Let's go."

Everyone climbed up to the second door leading to an open stale basement. The noises coming from just outside the door alerted them all to the fact that the place was crawling with guards.

"Are we gonna stand down, or what?" Inuyasha cracked his knuckles, and checked his weapon to make certain it was fully loaded and ready.

"No, I am with Moutan," Sesshoumaru told him. "You and Dean are going to find Kagome. Have your hacker on stand-by to break us out of here since I know this place is on lockdown."

Inuyasha wanted to protest but he knew Sesshoumaru was good.

"Kouga and Ginta, you will be the distraction for Inuyasha and Dean. Also, keep them covered while Moutan and I clean house."

Sesshoumaru had given his orders. He brandished Toukijin in his hand and moved towards the door with his ear pressed against it. Then he signaled Moutan to get ready when he heard the guards approaching.

Sess twisted the knob, then slammed the door hard into a body just outside the door when he shoved it open. The man grunted and he felt satisfaction that Moutan was in the hallway and had already shot the second guard. Sesshoumaru grabbed the stunned guard lying on the floor before he could get up on his own and snapped his neck.

"Let's go," he ordered Moutan as they rushed through the hallway charging toward the group of guards who yelling and shooting at them.

There had to be a score of them. Some had guns, others knives, clubs, pipes, bats and a few were wearing brass knuckles.

Sesshoumaru's blood was afire. He lived for the challenges in fighting; always keeping his cool. It was like in the old days when he fought as a mercenary. The enemy moved in slow motion to him. He was always quicker.

He leveled his gun at one man charging him and fired, splattering bits of skull and brains everywhere. The bullet kept going, striking another man in the throat. The Jackal model blasted enormous holes into anything; there was nothing left of the top of the guard's head and the second man was decapitated because his entire neck was destroyed.

Moutan used a technique of slashing and shooting their enemies. One guard rushed at Sesshoumaru from behind, and the silver-haired man landed a roundhouse kick into his chest. He staggered back from the impact but managed to gain enough leverage to raise his gun at Sesshoumaru who had scarce opportunity to react. Moutan swerved in enough time to bury his Bowie knife in the base of the man's neck from behind. The serrated edges sliced through his spine and artery when Moutan yanked it out. By then, the man had raised his gun and squeezed the trigger, killing a few of his own men in the process. Sess kicked him in the face where he fell back into Moutan who neatly slashed him across the throat and plugged a few into him.

He grinned up at his companion, "Bastard is fucking dead now."

Sess offered a brisk nod and looked around the hallway. He was glad that someone had shattered the surveillance camera. The carnage in the hall would be enough to make anyone sick or enraged with bloodlust.

"Let's go," he called over his shoulder, ignoring Moutan's gleeful countenance.

Unlike him, his partner seemed to delight in slaughter. Sesshoumaru, on the other hand, had always found it boring, a necessary chore. But thinking about what he was going to do to Naraku when he found him, was another matter.

If he where anyone else, he could swear his heart thudded with excitement at the thought.