InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Landfill ❯ Useless Hands ( Chapter 60 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: As always all characters will be walking that fine line called OOCness. I just felt like updating so, I am. Any who, thanks for your patience and tolerance. I know I'm not the easiest author to deal with…lol. As always, a super-duper honey smack thanks to by wonderful beta, Neko.
Disclaimer: I only claim ownership to Takira, Gage, Nola, Nya, the Sphinx, Dinshu, and the green-eyed guy that killed Yuka. I know I'm forgetting someone, so if Rumiko Takahashi didn't create him/her, him/her belongs to me.
Chapter 60:
Useless Hands
He flipped the cell phone open and stared in agitation at the little flashing battery in the upper right hand corner of the display. One would think that with all the cutting edge technology, they would've invented something that could charge cell phones in five minutes or less, or make it so that the batteries never lost their charge at all.
Inuyasha leaned back on the couch closing his eyes, his breathing even and steady.
When the phone had first started to beep, alerting him to the fact that it required charging, he'd stopped at a few stores looking for a replacement battery, but was unable to locate one, so he ended up having to call Rin. She called the hotel, half explained the situation to them, and they had one of their staff personnel go up to her room and get her charger and bring it to her.
When he'd gotten to the house, he hadn't planned on sitting very long, only long enough to charge the phone and go back out. Instead, when he'd walked through the door, Rin had taken the phone from him, handed him a plate of hot food, and then directed him to the shower. He'd taken the shower and changed his clothing, but he hadn't eaten. He just didn't have an appetite. How could he under these circumstances?
Inuyasha glanced down at his watch which read 7:23 p.m., and sighed. It had been almost 24 hours since he last saw Kagome and just over 14 hours since he last talked to her.
He stood to his feet and shuffled towards the door, trying not to listen to the five women that were sitting in the kitchen talking. He could hear clearly what they were saying, but he didn't want to because they were-the ones that knew Kagome best-reminiscing about some of the things they'd done with her. He didn't like that because they were acting as if she was dead, which she wasn't. He'd claimed her, right? So, if she was he would be the first to know, wouldn't he?
He stooped low, stepping into his shoes and making quick work of tying the laces. Standing upright again, he pulled a black leather hair band from his wrist and pulled his long wet silver mane into a ponytail at the crown of his head. Once done, he reached for the door handle and turned it, but stopped at the sound of a quiet voice behind him.
“Where are you going?”
He turned to face Rin. “Just outside; I can't really go anywhere without the phone.”
“I see,” she replied quietly as if she was afraid to say anything more.
He sighed, releasing the handle. He knew he'd been distant with her and with everyone for that matter. He had to be because if he wasn't then he'd get caught up with them in their fevered frenzy of doubt and gloom, and he just couldn't allow that to happen. Yes, she, his mate, was missing, but he'd find her, he knew he would and he'd find her alive. The rest, well, he'd just have to deal with that as it came.
Inuyasha refused to allow his mind to wonder about what that bastard was doing to her, and how she was dealing with it. He refused to even entertain the thought that she was with him willingly, though, he had to admit that for a fraction of a brief doubtful second it had crossed his mind. Brushing his thoughts away, he asked softly, “Have you heard from Sesshomaru?”
“No. He and Souta left earlier today after the Officers left, but they haven't called or anything since then.”
“Do, you know where they went?”
“I asked Sesshomaru before he left, but you know your brother. Everything is on a need to know basis,” she told him with a rueful smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
He looked away from her as the phone in the kitchen sang to life. Mrs. Higurashi picked up and told whoever it was, Kagome wasn't there. Turning his attention back to Rin in order to keep the disquiet that was coming to life at bay, he intoned, “What about Nola; did Souta tell her anything?”
“They sort of had an argument before he left; she doesn't know anything.”
“Alright then,” he replied halfheartedly as he turned away. Her hand on his forearm stilled him and he turned back to her. “What?” It came out a lot harsher than he'd planned.
“I'm glad that you're handling this so well.”
His eyes narrowed, but he didn't respond. What did she expect from him; for him to be crying his eyes out; for him to be walking around the house sulking and reminiscing with the rest of them? What the hell did she expect?
Rin forced a sad smile as she wiped at her eyes with the backs of her hands. “I was half expecting you to be out there tearing things apart,” she whispered.
She was expecting me to be acting like a half crazed animal, he told himself, his face remaining unreadable. He could see it in her eyes she was worried about him. She was waiting on him to snap, to lose it, to crack. If he were honest with himself, he would've admitted that he, himself, was waiting on the same exact thing.
“You know that we'll find her, don't you?”
“Feh, of course I know that,” he snapped, insulted that she even felt a need to reassure him of such an asinine thing.
She stepped towards him, her hand travelling higher up his arm until she was a breath away, her other hand coming up to encircle his neck. Why couldn't he feel the heat of her body against his? Why couldn't he feel her warm breath on the side of his neck? Why couldn't he… Why didn't he feel anything?
He was numb; internally and externally. He was numb, deadened. Somewhere in the back of his mind he understood that clearly and maybe, just maybe somewhere deep down inside he was also okay with that. As long as he couldn't feel, then he didn't have to deal with any of them on an emotional level and he didn't have to deal with his own emotions.
Inuyasha hugged her back and stepped away from her. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with empathy as if she was still waiting…counting the seconds until he did it…until he shattered into a trillion glass pieces at her feet. This knowledge caused him to inwardly recoil from her as he fought back the urge to vomit.
He started to apologize to her for his earlier tone, but stopped at the sound of two sets of feet on the cement outside. For a fraction of a second in time, hope soared inside of him but the moment he opened the door it sank again.
Stepping back away from it, he allowed his brother and Souta, whose face was white and ashen to pass into the living room. They were both quiet, Souta staring down at the floor as if he wasn't seeing it all.
Something was wrong. Inuyasha could feel it, but he didn't speak on it right away. Instead, he turned his attention to his brother, who had made quick work of pulling Rin to him and hugging her tight against his chest before releasing her again. If nothing else assured him that something was awry, that definitely did. His brother was not affectionate in front of strangers.
“Where were the two of you?” Inuyasha queried, stepping back and into the living room.
Mrs. H. stepped into the hallway followed by Nola. “Souta,” she confirmed, stepping over to the young man and hugging him. He didn't hug her back nor raise his head to look at her.
As she released him, Nola stepped forward wrapping her arms around the young man. Souta broke down instantly, hugging her back, wrapping his arms tightly around her, holding her close as if he thought if he let her go she'd disappear.
“Souta,” she whispered, and Inuyasha stepped back away from the group that was all turned, staring at the young man. Whatever it was that he knew, the hanyou realized quickly he didn't want to hear it.
The boy started blubbering something, so soft that it was unintelligible, but the hanyou could make out one word clearly, murdered.
Nola pushed back and looked at Souta's face. She scanned it up and down; from cheek to cheek, and the hanyou knew she understood as well.
No, Inuyasha told himself, No. He stepped back again, bumping into the coffee table that set in the middle of the living room floor. Something thumped loudly on the table breaking through the boys rambling and everyone turned to look at him, but he only saw Souta.
Inuyasha`s lips were moving, no words coming out. His face was set in a mask of horror and disbelief, but he didn't know any of this. Murdered? Anger boiled up in him; rage so thick and palpable that he could taste it in the back of his throat like black venomous bile destined to devour whatever it touched. It would destroy him, and he would destroy them; he knew this without knowing he did.
His brother stepped into his line of sight and Inuyasha glanced at him through the dark haze that clouded his vision.
“Inuyasha,” he said, and then he said something else, but the hanyou didn't hear it.
The half demon tried to step back, but he had no place to go. He looked from his brother's impassive face to Souta's horrified mask and back. “Who was murdered?” the hanyou questioned, his eyes' trained on his brother. When he didn't get an answer right away, he shook his head. His hands balling into tight fist at his side as he tried to control what he knew couldn't be controlled. Bitch reared his head, taking full control and Inuyasha barreled forward past his brother, around Rin and Mrs. H., and directly at Souta.
Shoving Nola aside so that she hit the door with a thud, he grasped the front of Souta's shirt and slammed him against the wall. “Who's fucking dead?” he screamed into the boy's face, spit flying from his mouth. “Who's dead? Who the fuck is…”
Sesshomaru was on him pulling him back, his arms pinned over his head in a headlock. Inuyasha fought against his brother, violent angry growls slipping from his lips as he stared at the boy with desperate eyes pleading with him not to say her name; not to fucking say her name!
“Murdered? Dead?” someone questioned from behind him, but he was too lost in his own head to figure out who it was.
“Whose dead?” he roared again as Sesshomaru dragged him back away from the human boy and away from the women. He kicked out, tried to twist out of Sesshomaru's grasp as he bared his fangs and snarled at Souta. He didn't care how he looked to anyone, or that he might be frightening them.
The cool night air hit him hard across the face as freedom from his brother's arms found him, and he stumbled forward, the rage still there as vicious and as unbridled as it was a moments before. Bitch snarled low and husky in his head.
“You need to calm yourself, Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru told him, “Your eyes bled red in front of everyone.”
“I don't give a fuck,” he told him in a tone so calm that his brother had to have known that everything was not okay.
“It wasn't Kagome,” the full demon said, before continuing, “Souta and I went to the home of the girl that Higurashi went out with last night, and we found her dead; a single bullet through her heart.”
Inuyasha turned then, facing him. “What?”
“She's dead. It had to have happened within an hour of us arriving because her body was still warm. We spent the afternoon at the police station giving them a report and advising them once again of the connection of the girl's murder to Kagome's disappearance.”
“What…how?” the hanyou stuttered.
“It looks like she made it home after Higurashi's disappearance alone as there were no traces of Kagome in her apartment. I can only think of one reason why someone would want her dead. She knew who has Kagome and possibly where he's holding her. ”
“What did the police say?” Inuyasha questioned.
There was a scream from the house, but neither demon looked because they knew who and why she was screaming.
“They're opening an official investigation with the possibility that both cases are linked.”
“Did the police find anything in the house; any clues or anything like that?”
“To my knowledge, no, but I did give the place a quick search before contacting them. I was looking for a cell phone, a phone book, or a diary, something that would've given us a clue about what or who may have done it. The place was clean, which doesn't make any sense since there was a cell charger plugged into her bedroom wall.”
Inuyasha stared at his brother for a long moment before he intoned, “Maybe it was a robbery.” He knew it wasn't, but if it wasn't then there was a specific reason behind killing the girl. One that he didn't want to face just yet, but he knew that his brother had already come to that conclusion and probably accepted it.
“If it were, it would be quite the coincidence, wouldn't it? She's the only person that can probably tell us what happened and she's murdered less than 24 hours after Kagome goes missing,” Sesshomaru told him matter-of-factly.
The hanyou sighed and looked away from him. Up until they, his brother and Souta had arrived he'd been doing pretty good, but now he was barely holding on, barely able to contain this pain that dug so deep and was so torrential that it felt as if it was a cancer devouring his intestines, his muscles, his tendons, and his very being. He swallowed hard, pulled himself together as best he could and asked, “I need to go see this Nashitaku Kouga and I need to see him tonight.”
“I've been there, or at least I tried. I had Souta take me to his last known residence, but he'd moved. I also went to the registers office and looked up any known addresses in his name. There were none.” Sesshomaru's voice was calm almost soothing, but Inuyasha knew from years of dealing with him that it was not the case. His brother continued, “I also checked his wife's name. There were no residences listed in her name either.”
It felt as if a screwdriver had just been driven into his chest, his knees almost buckled, his chin falling to his chest. This was not happening, it couldn't be! How was he supposed to find her now? Where was he supposed to start? He'd looked everywhere, from street to disgusting street and roof top to filthy roof top. He'd searched for her without finding one solitary trace of her. The one person that he'd been hoping all along would be able to shed some light on where Kagome was, was now dead. Where in the hell did this leave them? Where?
“I can't just stand here doing nothing,” he whispered to himself. His feet started moving carrying him away from his brother without his knowledge. “I have to do something. I have to find her. I have to find my mate,” he whispered, his tone broken, but this knowledge was not known to him. “I have to find her,” he repeated again.
Bitch growled low in agreement.
The hanyou took off heading for the trees that lined the back of the estate. Within seconds, his form blended into the darkness, disappearing from his brother's sight, his destination unknown.
Simonkal of Inuy
“Why didn't you tell me?”
Hakkaku looked away from Ayame and shoved his hands in the pockets of his dark slacks. When she'd called and asked him to meet her, he would've said no if he knew this was all she'd wanted.
He ran a clawed hand through his ponytail as the wind twisted around him, ruffling his untucked button down shirt. What did she expect him to say to her? That he was sorry, that he'd tried to, that he wished he could take it back? He sighed, his head tilting upward as if he was sniffing the air. The truth, had he said one or all of those things, it would've been the truth.
She stepped closer to him, her small body swallowed by the oversize cashmere coat she wore and he realized for the first time winter was rolling in fast.
“Hakkaku?”
He looked at her then. “What do you want me to say, Ayame?” He looked away, stunned by his own coldness. He reached out to her, touched her shoulder and drew her attention back to him. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you,” he told her, but it was too late, tears were already filling her eyes.
She sniffled and wiped her nose with a white handkerchief. “I'm sorry,” she intoned, “I can't seem to stop crying these days.”
Hakkaku stared down at her for a long moment saying nothing and he wondered just how lucky Kouga really must be to have ended up with two of the most loving women in one life time. Most people never found anyone that would love them in the way that Kagome and Ayame had loved and loved Kouga.
What wouldn't he give for just a taste of what it felt like to truly and undoubtedly be loved? He brushed his thoughts away and leaned back against his black Lexus 450. “Now that you know, does it make you feel any better? Does it make you feel any different about Kouga?”
Ayame shot him a confused look before she looked down at the ground, one of her honey brown stiletto boots kicking at a rock. “I don't know, but it would've been nice to know.” She looked up at him and continued, “I know that you were his friend first, but I thought that you were my friend too.”
Hakkaku looked away from her. “I am your friend. I was just loyal to him.”
“How many have there been,” she asked.
Hakkaku didn't look at her. He'd always wondered why woman asked questions they really didn't want to know the answer too. Not only that, but did she really think he was going to just stand here and tell her all of Kouga's business? Sure, Kouga was on his shit list and if he was found dead tomorrow not a tear would be shed, but he was not going to stand here like some bitch and talk about another man's business. He pushed off the car and stepped towards Ayame. Reaching out, he fingered her chin as he stared into her emerald green eyes as if searching for something that he'd yet to find in anyone. Releasing her chin, he shoved his hand back in his pocket and told her, “Find some girlfriends, Ayame, but let this…whatever it is going one between you and Kouga be what it is. Move on.”
“He's my mate! How can I move on?” Her eyes were begging for answers that he just couldn't give her.
Hakkaku turned in silence to walk around his car and back towards the driver's side door, but stopped at the sound of her shrill tone.
“What am I suppose to do, Hakkaku? What am I supposed to do?” she cried. “I don't know how not to love him, but I hate him so much that it hurts! I don't have anyone else I can talk to! If I tell my father, he'll kill him! If I talk to friends, they'll say I'm stupid! I only have you! I don't have anyone else! I only have you,” she whined as her knees started to buckle and her shoulders began to shake under her emotional load.
Hakkaku stepped back towards her in haste, catching her before she hit the ground. He pulled her to his chest and held her there as she cried the tears of the heartbroken. With each groan from her lips, he hated Kouga just a little bit more.
Bastard!
No matter what the man did, he always left nothing but disaster in his wake. No matter what he touched or how he touched it; it always died the swiftest of deaths.
Damn him!
Whenever Kouga was too busy with a piece of pussy, he'd fill in for him at Ayame's side. He'd take her shopping, he'd go to the charity functions she threw from time to time, he was the one there telling her she looked nice or that a particular outfit didn't make her look fat. He was the one there making up excuses when Kouga didn't show for their date nights, which he never did. He was the one that answered Kouga's cell when he just didn't feel like being bothered with her, and he, Hakkaku was the one that had to watch her heart break over and over again! He was there, always there even now when he wasn't being paid to be.
Son of a bitch!
Ayame clutched at the front of his shirt as her tears died down, and then her arms moved encircling him, holding him close. There was nothing odd about it, she'd done it before, but for some reason this time it felt different. His arms dropped away from her and Ayame clutched even closer to him as she whimpered, “Please don't let me go, Hakkaku. Please just hold me a little longer.”
Damn, he thought as his arms encircled her slender body once more. It wasn't that he felt nothing for the woman, because he did, he'd accepted that a long time ago, but she was off limits and had always been off limits even now.
A moment of silence passed between them before she whispered, “I'm really sorry about Ginta. I was going to call, but with everything that has happened since then--”
Hakkaku stiffened.
“I know Kouga did it,” she told him. “I saw it. I'm so sorry, Hakkaku.”
She was crying again, but he couldn't find it in himself to say or do anything. How could she have been there? Why hadn't he known she was there? Did Kouga know and shoot at him anyway?
“Ayame?”
She shook her head as best she could, her hold still tight on him. “Don't. I saw it. I saw him, Hakkaku. He's a monster, an animal. Why didn't I see it before? Why didn't I know?” She leaned back and looked up at him. “When he tried to kill me, I still didn't think ill of him. I still wanted to believe everything would be okay, but it wasn't until I saw him try to kill you that I began to understand who he truly was.” She sighed. “Then I saw him with her that human and I-”
Hakkaku leaned away from Ayame. “You saw Kouga with whom?”
She smiled a patronizing sullen smile and whispered, “The human girl, Kagome. I saw them together last night.”
He narrowed his eyes and tried to think of one valid reason why Kagome would be with Kouga willingly. He couldn't come up with one solitary explanation. Hadn't she made him promise not to give her number to him? She was mated, wasn't she? Even though she denied it to him for whatever the reason, he knew by her scent that she was mated. Surely, Kouga knew that too.
His stomach churned, twisting in on itself. “When did you see them, Ayame? Where did you see them?” She didn't respond, so he shook her. “Where and when, damn it?”
She twisted out of his grasp, her eyes sad and despondent. “Why should I tell you? So you can leave me too?”
“Don't be fucking silly!”
She stepped back and he stepped toward her, his dark eyes alive with fire and anticipation. “Where the hell did you see them?”
“Why do you care so much?”
Hakkaku growled low in annoyance. “Contrary to what you believe, Kagome isn't as horrible as you think she is,” he snapped, “She was just as much in the dark about what happened between you, her, and Kouga as you were.” His nostrils flared as he continued, “Look she's mated, okay. If she's with Kouga then she's not with him by choice I'm sure of it.”
Ayame stood stunned stupid. “What? She's…she's what?”
“She's fucking mated, Ayame. I met her mate briefly a few nights ago. I was only talking to her and he almost lost it. So if you don't want your precious Kouga torn to fucking bits and left over the far corners of Japan, then you'll tell me what you know.”
Ayame stuttered again, “She's…she's what?”
“I told you already,” he bellowed. “This shit ain't her fault, Ayame. You need to place the blame where it belongs,” he finished. Stepping towards her again, he reached up and grasped her shoulders. “Now tell me damn it!”
She swallowed, sorrowful tears trailing down her cheeks. “I…I followed him last night to his club. I didn't know what I was going to find, but after a while he came out the side entrance with her. He was carrying her in a way that he'd never carried me. He looked down at her with so much…so much possessiveness,” she told him, “He put her in the car and then-”
She stopped and Hakkaku thought he was going to keel over and die at any moment. “What happened after that?”
She wiped at her eyes with the backs of her hands. “I followed him. I was going to kill her in front of him and then I'd kill myself. I was going to let him see that I loved him enough to kill for him and then die for him, but…but when I saw where he took her. When I saw how little he thought of me, I couldn't do it. I couldn't-”
His heart went out to Ayame, it really did, but if Kouga had Kagome since last night or early this morning there wasn't a minute to waste. He had to get there. He had to try to save his brother's crush. He had to at least try.
“Where, Ayame?” he asked impatiently as he glanced at his watch. Shit it's already well past 9 pm.
“First, he took her to my old apartment, but he moved her early this morning. She looked like she was still sleeping or something. I was going to jump out of the car and do it, but I thought better of it.” She swallowed hard, and finished, “When he pulled up to the cabin that my dad had given us as a wedding gift and where we spent our honeymoon that's when I lost it. That's when I decided that he wasn't worth it.”
Gods his heart went out to her and a part of him wanted to stay and console her, but Kagome needed him so much more than she did at the moment. He stepped towards her, pulled her into his arms and kissed her firmly on the lips, not realizing what he was doing. “Thank you! Thank you!”
Ayame stared at him, a light blush staining her cheeks. “You're going to her?”
“I'm not going to her. I'm going to save her. There's a difference,” he corrected over his shoulder. “You have no idea what kind of beast Kouga really is.”
She moved faster than he could credit and the next thing he knew she was sitting in the passenger seat of his Lexus looking like that was where she'd always belonged. She'd ridden there a hundred times before, but for some reason this time seemed like the first and it seemed right.
Climbing into the vehicle, Hakkaku cranked the car and told her, “Look, I know there's nothing I can say to you to make you stay here, but when we get to the cabin I need you stay out of my way.”
She nodded, but didn't respond.
“I mean it, Ayame. I might have to shoot him to get Kagome away from him. I need you stay out of the way.”
She nodded again as she stared down at her booted feet. “I promise, I will.”
“I know he's your mate and shit,” he went on not believing her for a minute, “but I can't let him hurt another person. After Dinshu and Ginta, I can't let him hurt Kagome too.”
“What about me?” she asked quietly.
The car was already speeding down the highway heading in the direction of the cabin 45 minutes away at the opposite end of town buried in the mountains when Hakkaku responded absently, “What about you?” She was quiet but he could feel the spike in her aura and he understood. He'd just hurt her feelings. Reaching over, he took her hand in his and brought it to his lips before declaring softly, not sure why he felt he needed to assure her, “What I'm going to do is going to be for you too, but it won't matter if you get in the way or try to stop me.”
Her hand closed around his, and he turned to look at her, a blush staining her cheeks as she replied, “I don't break promises, Hakkaku, I won't get in the way. He's already hurt one too many people.”
He didn't pull his hand away from her as he continued down the road at speeds upwards of 110 mph. “He's your mate, Ayame. You won't be singing this same tune in a few minutes.”
She was quiet, before she asked, “Are mates supposed to hurt each other the way Kouga hurt me? Are they supposed to ignore you and push you off on their friends, Hakkaku? Are they supposed to try and kill you?”
Hakkaku turned to look at her before turning his attention back to the road. The fact that their hands were still intertwined a very prominent thought in his mind. He didn't answer her, he didn't want to answer her, because she already knew the answer to those questions, or at least he hoped she did.
His eyes trained on the road ahead, he told himself that figuring out whatever was happening between the two of them would have to wait. Maybe it was nothing, maybe it was, but whatever it was, it would have to wait.
Simonkal of Inuy
This wasn't a part of the plan. Hell, it wasn't even something that he'd considered and even now as he stared down at her prone form, her twisted scent filling his nostrils, he couldn't believe it.
Kouga shook his head for the millionth time since his nasal passage had cleared. At first, he thought this was some kind of sick fucking joke! He'd thought that…that maybe someone was honestly just fucking with him, but he knew better.
He'd ripped her clothing off of her-all of them! He'd taken the clothes wrapped in the liner from the trash bin down to the dumpster and tossed it in and still she smelled…stunk of something else…something so vile and disgusting that it twisted his stomach and caused him to want to gage.
Not wanting to believe what he knew the truth to be, he'd pulled her off the bed and threw her in the large bathtub. He'd scrubbed her from head to toe and back again with every form of soap he had access to, but still that scent laid thickly on her.
He'd stepped back then and shook his head in disbelief, but he refused to give up so easily. She was his…she was his property regardless of what she or anyone else thought; she was his!! So, he'd left her alone for a few minutes, ran down to the store and purchased some bleach, scrubbing pads, and other cleaning agents. He would get that scent off of her one way or the other, he promised himself that, or she would die with him trying.
When he'd gotten back to the room she was just starting to wake up, so he gave her another dose of the drug-a more potent altered form of GHB- that he'd gotten from a vet he knew. She was out like a light once more.
He'd then run the bath again, this time making the water nearly scalding hot, but not hot enough that it would blister her skin which he hadn't been able to enjoy just yet because of that damn smell.
Kouga had scrubbed every orifice of her body, put a couple of drops of bleach in the water, and scrubbed her some more with the scrubbing pads, and then alternated with the various cleaning agents; nothing worked! If anything the smell became stronger and stronger filling the bathroom, and so he scrubbed harder and harder with the scouring pads until the scent of the blood filled his nostrils and a tiny voice whispered, “Stop.”
He'd pulled back then and took note of the fact that a section of the skin from her right shoulder was torn and ragged; it really should've unnerved him, he knew that much, but it didn't. He then pulled her out of the tub as if she was a wet towel and dropped her on the bed.
He'd stepped back away from her, his eyes trained on her sleeping face, her limp extremities, and in that instance everything that he'd done to get her back ran through his mind in no particular order.
Killing Dinshu…
Having that bitch attacked…
Losing the respect of his cohorts…
Killing Ginta…
Losing his right hand man…
All the fucking money he spent finding her…
All the lies that he told…
All the sleepless nights…
And then, his mind teetered across some dreams…mere fantasies that he had for her and him, for their future. He knew these probably would never have come true because he'd never been the family type, but he would've tried for her. He really would have! He would've done anything for her! Anything!!
Kagome pregnant with his pup…
A house on the beach overlooking the cliffs where he could disappear to when he was tired of Ayame…
Family trips abroad…
Petty arguments that were always resolved before they went to bed…
Always having someone to pep him up and cheer him on…
Her waiting on him to come home, knowing and accepting he had another life… another wife…
He'd lost everything for her! He'd lost everything single fucking thing…for…her, and this was how she repaid him?
Ayame would never take him back now! She would never accept him after what he'd done to her, the way he'd ignored and shunned her over the past few days! It wasn't that he actually cared or even loved her for that matter, he just needed her money, her lifestyle!!
He'd tossed all of that to the side, put finding her first, and the bitch had the audacity to go and mate with that fucking mutt?!
Anger boiled up inside of him, twisted his mind into something sick and disgusting and he snarled down at her still body, hating her for what she made him do…for ruining his life!
This was her fault! All her fucking fault!
He had it all! He had everything he'd ever wanted and now…now because of her, it was gone, evaporated into thin air! All because of her!
How could she have betrayed him in such away? How could she have just forgotten about him? He was Nashitaku Kouga, no one forgot about him! No one!!
The darkness grew, expanding outward engulfing his mind and his thoughts so that all he saw was hatred for her, the woman…the only woman he thought he'd once loved or at least cared for. It wrapped him up tight in a warm blanket of false clarity and he snarled angrily as he stepped forward, “Bitch! What the fuck am I supposed to do with you now?!”
He couldn't turn away. He couldn't just let her walk out of here like nothing had happened. Even if she didn't remember one goddamn thing, her family knew, he knew they did. That's why he'd moved her after he'd gotten that first call.
He closed in on her body, his feet carrying him around the side of the bed to her left.
He couldn't allow her to walk back to them now. He'd had her friend killed, because…because… Hell, he had no excuse for that except that he hated her and felt it was her time, but this…this was…
A sinister low voice whispered conversationally, its tone becoming more frantic and frenzied with each word that fell, What are you teetering about; kill her. The bitch deserves to die for what she's done…for the way that she's betrayed us! Kill her! Kill her now! Kill the bitch! Kill her now!!”
His fists clenched and unclenched as he stared down at her. He allowed the darkness to consume him in such way that he had no control over what he did next. He didn't see her, didn't hear the forced groans that escaped her lips, didn't see her eyes flutter vacantly, and felt not an ounce of remorse.
As his fists rose high over his head only to descend again and again with such swiftness that the human eye wouldn't have seen it, he was lost in the back of his mind in childish dreams.
As her blood splattered over the bed, the walls, his bare chest, and face, he was in the back of his mind playing in dirt with child forms of Hakkaku and Ginta.
He climb onto the bed, straddled her bare hips, took her frail neck in his large bloodied hands and began to squeeze what was left of the life from her body.
Simonkal of Inuy
The hanyou set up abruptly gasping for air, tears streaming down his face, his heart racing within his chest.
He didn't know what had happened or why. One minute he was talking to his brother and the others about Kagome and what they needed to do next and then he was clawing at his neck and gasping for air.
Kagome, he thought not knowing why.
He glanced around the room at the faces that was staring at him with varying degrees of horror on each of their faces and he rubbed his neck and stood to his feet staggering slightly.
Kagome, he said to himself again and he reached for the wall missing it altogether and fell flat on his face unable to move, his mind working perfectly, feeling everything tenfold and amplified.
The others jumped up and ran to him. He wanted to tell them to leave him alone and to go away, but his mouth wouldn't move, his body ached painfully and his throat…his throat felt like it was being held closed, and his chest burned.
Kagome, he thought again as someone rolled him over, it was Sesshomaru.
He knew tears were running down the sides of his face, but he didn't care. This… What was happening to him was unexplainable! It made no sense! What the hell was this about?
“Inuyasha!” Rin screamed, dropping beside Sesshomaru and Mrs. H., who were already at his side. She looks so worried, he thought staring back at her, Is it for me or is she afraid that if something happens to me, she won't see Kagome again?
“I'll call the ambulance,” Nola shouted from somewhere to his left. He wanted to growl at her and tell her to go lick herself, but his mouth wouldn't move. Shit even his arms felt fucked up and his ribs and back…
Kagome, he thought again as he stared up at the ceiling his eyes unfocused, his breathing labored and heavy as if he was human and he'd just finished running a marathon. Kagome, don't leave me. Don't fucking leave me. The thought came before he could stop it.
“No!” his brother shouted as he carefully picked him up off the floor and laid him on the couch. He positioned him so that his head was laying flat against the cushions and Inuyasha couldn't help but to wonder who's ass was sitting here and had they taken a shit today. “It'll pass,” Sesshomaru finished.
Inuyasha closed his eyes, unable to grasp this pain this sensation. He'd been fine. He'd arrived back at the house 30 minutes ago to pick up the cell phone and go back out. He was fine. He was fucking fine and now…now he was…paralyzed.
“What? We need an ambulance for him,” Rin told Sesshomaru quickly, her agitation apparent with every syllable that fell from her lips.
Sesshomaru growled at her and she cowered submissively, whatever she was going to say dying on her lips.
“What's going on?” Mrs H. asked and Inuyasha heard Sesshomaru lie for the first time in his life.
“This happens all the time. He's had these episodes since he was a child. He just needs to rest. The stress of the day is getting to him.”
Inuyasha's body spasmed, his back rising up off the couch as if he was about to levitate and the darkness, unwelcomed yet welcomed consumed him like a flame going out. His last coherent thought, Why is he lying? I didn't know he could do that.
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Next Chapter: Unsung Heroes
Acknowledgements:
Werewolf - lover ~ Hoshikouchu ~ Zvaigzduute ~ Chino-chan inu lover ~ Deipurple ~ Crazykiss ~ Tueske ~ Kagome 434 ~ Snowfall ~ Iuyu01 ~ Islandofdreams ~ Animegirl1 ~ Seiteki_Tenshi ~ Fallen6906 ~ Ravens_Ashs ~ MadMistress65 ~ Golden Tuna ~ Cwillia ~ Mynera