InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Haunted Past ❯ Chapter 1

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Enter Kagome-

 

 

I could practically feel his heart beat, as his blood corsed through his thin, slimy, ungrateful veins. He looked up at me with terror in his eyes' as the sweat from his neck stain my sword.

 

Like I said completely ungrateful.

 

He tried to calm his breathing and I could barley contain my smirk as he did so. He kept letting out a few muffled chokes here and there because of the force I leaned into my sword.

 

I strated to slice his neck slightly. This earned me a gasp from him as he took his graze off me and his alomst golden eyes traveled to the sword he knew that would stop the beat of his heart if he didn't do something. Those golden eays that reminded me so much of . . .

 

No! don't think about that!

 

He opened his mouth, though I did not show it, I was shocked that he would try to converse his way out of this one. Yes, he would shurley take his last breath at my whiteness.

 

“Ka- Kagome,” he choked “I can't believe- after all we've been-”

 

“Yes, after all we've been through Hiro, how could I ever do this to you?”

 

I taunted him, daring him to interrupt me like I did him. He didn't. Smart of him.

 

“After all the hours I spent making us succeed, after all the riches I shared with you, and after all the back stabs from you I suffered.”

 

Even though my words were harsh and anger dripped of each syllable, my voice remained calm and easy going, like we were good friends talking about past memories. We almost were, actually.

 

“Wha- what . . . I never-”

 

His words were cut short as I stabbed my sword into his gut.

 

His muffled gasps for air were replaced by gargles of hot blood dripping from his mouth. Blood driped to his chin, he uncountiously spat some at my face.

 

I paid no heed.

 

I saw is pupils grow thinner as his blood loss grew, as it spilled from his gut and onto the thirsty dirt beneath us.

 

I pulled my sword out quiecky, so as not to puncture anything, I didn't want the body to be useless when this was done.

 

I sheathed my sword and I sat there watching Hiro fall to the ground twitching, gasping for air while spirting blood everywhere.

 

After about two minutes of amusement, I grabbed two daggers from my belt, and placed them on the ground next to me. I grabbed his chest so as to hold him still, then I took the first dagger and plunged it into his right shoulder.

 

He screamed in agony.

 

I took the second dagger and did the same with his left shoulder, and was greeted with the same reaction.

 

He was now pinned to the ground, unable to free him self as he suffered on the dirt road. I pulled my sword out and stood right above him.

 

He deserved what was coming to him. He betrayed me After all I did, he betrayed me.

 

It's not like it never happened before.

 

Thats why, when I plummeted my sword down striat through his neck, I didn't feel any remorse.

 

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It was a cold night, colder than it had been in a long time.

 

This didn't surprise me.

 

Ever sense Naraku took over, it had been cloudy even at night.

 

Some people thought it was because of the spirit of peace was angerd by the senceless wars ragging around.

 

Sense my last visit to a battle I actually found that all the burnings of soldiers had been the cause of the cloudy nights.

 

I smirked to my self, `burning', can't anyone be a little more creative than that? Even ibisuls deserve a clever death, that's why I take such a long time to think of a death for the few hundred traitors that think they can double cross me.

 

My thoughts drift to my most resent killing, Hiro. Yes, one of my favorite slaughters.

 

I had been aware of Hiro's betrayle months before I took action. He had been stealing our earnings in the middle of the night.

 

I still remember the couards face as he looked up at me, clearly knowing I had figured him out.

 

Pathetic.

 

He was a disgrace to his heritage, a disgrace to the living, and now he was even a disgrace to the dead.

 

I pulled my kimono closer to me as I felt it get colder, the winds increased and my hair tickled my cheeks.

 

There was no way I would be able to make a fire with this kind of wind. The freezing icy wind that had you're hair stand on end.

 

I got of the ground and started walking, searching for some sort of shelter for my fire.

 

Unconsciously, I started to fumble with the velvet sac at my waist. In side it was the money I had gotten from selling Hiro organs and intestines.

 

I sold them to a butcher in the village I had resigned in the previous week. Of course I completely over priced him, saying that the organs wear that of a cow. The fool bought both the body parts and the lie, idiotic to say the least.

 

I am not one to complain though, I take advantage of others weaknesses, for I have none.

 

In the few years that I have lived I have been physically and emotionally tricked. Tricked into thinking that everyone would always be with me. And that they would always protect me.

 

Mom died. Souta. Grampa.

 

Then, he betrayed me.

 

This made me strong, made me able to sense traps and lies.

 

No one can out smart me now, and no one plans too.

 

Why? Well, lets say I have a reputation- wether it's good or bad, you can judge. Personally I'm not sure.

 

As I ponder my thoughts, I find myself infront of a tavern.

 

I step inside, it's a bit damp, but no wind so I decide to spend the night in it.

 

After an hour or so I have a fire going and am laying on my back with my hands on the back of my head staring at something that I didn't bother to focus on.

 

I think of Hiro and all the others I've murdered.

 

Why had I even become allias with them?

 

True most were highly skilled in combat, which was useful when you were a theif. I got along fairly well with them- till I take their heads off that is- but why did I really want them to join with me?

 

Well that was easy, it was because they reminded me of them.

 

Yes, it was true, as much as I tried to hide it, as much as I put my self in denial, I could never put them out of my mind.

 

And even now I am here thinking about them again. But then, how could I not?

 

How did it ever end up like this? I was so happy, so full of life. And now I've become what I dredded.

 

A heartless beast.

 

A single tear broke free and I felt the sensation addicting. I felt more slip and I did nothing to stop them, as I started to bawl and choke on my own sobs.

 

All I did was lay there, listening to the echoes I created.

 

Why, why did they have to go?

 

Why did they even come into my life?

 

Why can't I forget them?

 

I knew their voices will forever haunt me, their names forever will make me cringe.

 

How did it all start, again? I started to searched my brain for memories of how it all went downhill.

 

The first thing I remember is sitting on Inuyasha's back, feeling the wind in my hair, while he ran toward new jewel shards . . .

 

 

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