InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Inside ❯ Connect ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: I'm in a really good mood. I like how this chapter turned out, it's rolling along pretty nicely. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Chapter 2 - Bang & Bump

 

 

 

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That same day, 13 hours later...

 

 

Her hand scribbled vigorously along the lines of her notebook. It felt sore now. But she had to get her essay done tonight.

 

She mentally kicked herself for leaving it so late. Her right hand came up to cup her chin. It had been nearly four hours since Kagome Higurashi had sat in her chair and set to work, thankful for the peace and quiet of her bedroom.

 

Suddenly there was a knock on her door. She shut her eyes in irritation, her concentration completely broken as the young girl stood and walked towards it. She pulled on the handle to reveal a small boy staring up at her.

 

"Yes, Souta?" Kagome huffed, tapping her foot against the floor. Souta blinked, before answering her in a rush. "M-my bike, I was riding it and I ran into a big crack on the sidewalk just down the road. Could you help me pull it free?"

 

Kagome sighed. If anything annoyed the hell out of her more than homework, it was her brother. "Please?" Souta quickly added, widening his bubbly eyes.

 

Kagome opened her mouth, looking upwards. "Alright," she finally decided, smiling down at him.

 

The cool evening breeze tickled her face as she stepped outside a few moments later. The snow was almost completely melted., but the girl still shivered. Her eyes carefully watched the steps as she pottered down them, following her younger brother.

 

"You shouldn't be out alone riding your bike at this hour anyway, Souta," she warned as they neared the sidewalk below the steep staircase. Souta scowled. "Come on, sis. I'm twelve years old."

 

"I know, but there was a warning on the news this morning. A hunter was in the woods last night. Apparently he saw a giant animal. Probably just a bear, I know," she defended before Souta could tell her what the hunter had obviously seen. "But he'd said it wasn't like that at all. More like a wolf, apparently."

 

"Whatever. As if something like that would come into town," Souta said as they reached the stuck bicycle. Kagome made a face as she placed her hands firmly on her hips. The front tire was tightly wedged into a deep crack, undoubtedly flat. "Okay, let's give this a try..." the young girl said slowly, bending over the contraption. A few fierce tugs and strained muscles later, she finally pulled it free. "There," she wheezed triumphantly, wheeling it to her younger brother. He grinned with appreciation as he took the handlebars. "Thanks, sis!"

 

Kagome smiled warmly down at him before turning on her heel. "Now, I've got to get my homework done or Mr. Soshi will have my head on a silver platter tomorrow morning," she called back to him as she made her way back to the tall staircase.

 

Souta hopped onto his bike. "I'll be in soon."

 

The older sibling reached the steps, climbing them carefully as the sound of her brother's bicycle tires against the pavement reached her ears. The top drew closer. 'Ugh...I've got so much left to do...' she thought bitterly. 'Homework is such a pain...'

 

Her foot lifted to touch the last step at the top of the staircase.

 

It all happened very quickly then.

 

A very sudden, almost deafening screeching sound came from behind her, followed immediately by a loud BANG.

 

Kagome turned around in a heartbeat, her stomach dropping sickeningly. 'Please don't let it be-'

 

Her frightened eyes fell upon a young boy splayed across the hood of a green car. His bike lay mangled and twisted on the ground. "NO!" Kagome cried, tears welling up fast in her eyes.

 

A young woman scrambled out of the car, staring in shock at what lay upon it, motionless.

 

"SOUTA!" his sister screamed, her face squishing up with pain. She flew back down the steps, two at a time.

 

The woman pulled out her cell phone, still unable to tear her eyes away from the boy. She suddenly turned to Kagome. "I-I dropped m-my sunglasses...they fell off, a-and..."

she trailed off as Kagome rushed to Souta's side, maneuvering him into her trembling arms. "Call an ambulance! NOW!" she shakily yelled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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7:00am - approx. 12 hours earlier...

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inuyasha bumped and bounced in his truck along the rocks and roots of the path. A slender white cigarette was protruding from his lips, long puffs of gray smoke flowing out of his flaring nostrils.

 

He kept one hand on the wheel as his other one reached over to roll his window down. The pain was growing in strength by the minute. He found himself wincing frequently. He had his jacket zipped up all the way to his chin, concealing the wide hole in his shoulder quite well. But the hanyou knew it would only be a matter of time before the blood stained through. His foot pressed a little harder on the gas pedal.

 

Finally he saw the clearing. The distinct sound of passing cars reached his ears, which were cautiously flicking in every direction.

 

His tires quietly squeaked to a halt as the hood of the truck peeked out onto the side of the highway. A few cars passed, flashing by too quickly to notice him. Once the road was clear he slammed on the gas and flew out onto the highway.

 

The sky was a perfect blue-green, with not a single cloud. Large patches of brown were scattered all over the place. The morning sun had done a decent job of melting away the snow since earlier that morning.

 

Fresh bursts of wind beat across Inuyasha's features through the open window. It felt good, to be in a somewhat familiar place.

 

He and his family used to take this highway to get to a distant campsite, more than twenty kilometers away. When they'd all been together, they'd lived in a rather large brick house about one hundred and fifty miles out of town. It was too big for Inuyasha's taste anyway, now that he thought about it. Leaving there hadn't been as painful as he had expected it to be. When he'd realized how dangerous he truly was, he'd tried to scrape up enough money for a plane ticket to get as far away from everyone as he could manage, but it had been impossible.

 

A job hadn't worked; it took too much time and he'd needed seclusion as soon as possible. He hadn't dared ask for money from his parents. They would've instantly suspected that something was going on, and he couldn't have afforded to have them on his back, watching him all the time. They would have hated him, feared him.

 

Yes, the majority of his family may have cared for him, but that couldn't extinguish the constant terror.

 

Majority.

 

Indeed.

 

His mother loved him. He was sure of that. His father certainly had expressed the fatherly affections required for a peaceful household, and that had been enough.

 

Then there was him.

 

That loathing, rotten, self-absorbed, pissy piece of junk. The hanyou's blood boiled with burning rage as he recalled his that son of a bitch.

 

'Filthy half-breed. Your mother is pathetic.'

 

'The mere sight of you is enough to make me want to swallow a dragon-fly.'

 

'You never should have been born, hanyou. You're useless, just like your mother.'

 

He didn't miss him much.

 

His half-brother, Sesshomaru, despised Inuyasha. For his half-human, half-demon nature. It was despicable.

 

Sesshomaru lived with his mother in Europe. Occasionally, to Inuyasha's horror, he would visit his father and half-family for about a month with his mother's regards. The treatment Inuyasha had endured from Sesshomaru was merciless. When he was a kid Sesshomaru would practically beat him when they were left alone. Then Inuyasha got older, and far stronger. Eventually he was quite capable of defending himself against that haunting, pale fist.

 

It was incredible the amount of relief the hanyou felt when the visit ended. Only then he would be left to worry when Sesshomaru would come to call next. He was like a walking, breathing hell.

 

The hanyou rolled his eyes automatically as he thought of his past. What a waste of space in his mind. Now was not the time to turn his attention to recalling bad memories. He had to focus on the task at hand. He was putting himself in the line of fire doing this. He damned that hunter to hell a thousand times.

 

His stomach groaned almost painfully as he passed a small Bed & Breakfast that sat sullen on the side of the road. Food was now another priority. The stuff in his refrigerator was running low in quantity...he'd noticed his appetite had grown in strength ever since this had happened to him.

 

At last the towering buildings and skyscrapers climbed into view over the hill. A trickle of apprehension wove its way down his spine, and Inuyasha gulped noisily. This was serious business. He had a serious injury. His face twisted as another wave of hurt washed over him. He hoped he would find all he needed to fix himself up.

 

Obtaining the medical supplies would be as easy as one, two, three. But getting in and out of town unnoticed was going to be tricky.

 

'Be casual, don't draw attention to yourself, be casual...' he chanted like a mantra in his head. His black baseball cap sat dutifully on the top of his snowy crown, discreetly masking his fluffy dog-ears. "Now I just look like some wacko teenager who went a little crazy with the hair dye…" he thought, laughing at himself. As if he's ever touch that repulsively scented poison.

The truck's tires rolled swiftly along the pavement as the hanyou pulled into town, his mental chanting unwavering.

 

 

 

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A/N: Voila, C'est le fin du chapitre 2! Alas, I think my French is going a little stale...

 

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