InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Into The Darkness ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 5 )

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Into The Darkness

 

 

By Miztikal-Dragon

 

 

Chapter Four

 

 

April 26th, 2026

 

 

It was late, she could tell by the way that the computer generated flame candle flickered, the small glow radiating off the screen and casting an eerie light on the medium sized wooden desk. Times changed so much and yet some things remained the same, but no matter how many years came and went she'd never forget the one that mean the most to her.

 

 

If she allowed herself to forget about that certain period of time it would be like she was giving up and spitting on her sacrifice that allowed her to be in the present. Endless stacks of papers and folders reminded her silently of her duty and she frowned. After all the searching and time she spent trying to hunt down the evil that stole almost everything from her she always was dragged around in endless circles. Somehow always left stranded back at stage one, an old picture left staring at her from inside the desk drawer.

 

 

She thought that after sixty years of sleepless searching and with the vast technological boost something would have been found, clues, names, anything. But even after sixty years all she had were the sixty-year old case files and haunting nightmare inducing photographs. It wasn't fair and brown eyes glared at the teasing piles of paper, it was haunting and a miserable way to live, but if she couldn't find the bastard who stole away the remainder of her family how could she ever rest?

 

 

The sound of the door sliding open behind her teased the headache brewing behind her eyes and when a pair of large hands touched her shoulders and squeezed them she closed her tired eyes and let a heavy sigh leave her lips. No matter how many years she spent practically wasting away at least she'd never have to deal with the hurt of failure alone.

 

 

“It's late,” a gentle voice whispered close to her ear. “You're going to wear yourself out again Sango.”

 

 

Sadly she knew exactly how correct her husband was and she allowed herself to be pulled away from her work. It wasn't healthy to spend every night reliving horrible memories in search of a killer she felt they'd never be able to find and it tore at Sango's heart. Even if her husband was able to persuade her away from the constant reminder of their choice in life she could remember the incident like it happened jus yesterday and not almost sixty years before.

 

 

Nothing would ever be able to take away her photographic memory, not the new wonder drugs the pharmaceutical companies were always shoveling out and not the nonsense of time healing all wounds because it didn't. Until the day she was finally allowed to cross over into the next world she would be revisited by the sights, voices, and everything else that came with her misery.

 

 

She'd never given herself the chance to forget the long agonizing drive up to the cabin, the local police officers having called requiring hers and Miroku's presence. The numb feeling of her entire world shattering as she was forced to identify her brother's severely burned body and the wreckage of her new vehicle she loaned to Kohaku. Or the horrifying pictures that showed the dark red blood trail leading from the passenger side and fading into the woods, and the bloody prints over the door and the pool of it right in front of the door.

 

 

The unrecognizable cries and screams that came from her mouth hearing that Rin, Kohaku's long time girlfriend's body hadn't been found, but by the looks of it if she had managed to make it out of the crash alive, the wolves would have gotten to her for sure. Sango remembered having to turn around and with Miroku's help explain to Rin's parents that their little girl was gone and never coming back and when they asked if she suffered, Sango fell apart.

 

 

It had been all the news in their small town talked about for the first few months and after so many tears, Sango didn't know how exactly she would be able to continue living in a place where so many memories of her brother and his dreams of life tortured her. And then in the spring of seventy-one and three miscarriages later Sango received a letter in the mail. A letter that changed both her and Miroku's lives indefinitely.

 

 

At first she thought it was a cruel joke from some sick fuck, but when men arrived at their door dressed in dark suits and colds looks on their faces, she knew that it wasn't. It was one night during a visit by one of the many agents when she found out exactly why those men were around.

 

 

High up in the government there was an agency more secretive and hidden than the Secret Services or the military militia that dealt with demons and spiritual beings containment. Sango hadn't believed it at first, after all there weren't demons roaming around the country were there? Fairy tales of fantasy and harmless gibberish mixing with reality with a twisted struggle between good and evil; these things just didn't exist did they?

 

 

Being shown the truth was like Sango realizing that there really were monsters hidden underneath beds and after revisiting her brother's icy resting place, there was now a light shinning down in a place where inky darkness consumed everything in its path. She and Miroku agreed to help and within two months the Youkai containment agency moved them clear across the country to the home base of other people—mainly Youkai and spiritual beings who also worked for the vastly growing governmental institution.

 

 

It was there where she met InuYasha and Sesshomaru and it was not even two years later that Miroku and she gave up everything so they could spend an eternity trying to hunt down whatever beast had hunted down Kohaku and Rin. Soul binding to the half demon InuYasha had been like being ripped savagely to pieces and put back together piece by broken piece and though worth the outcome, it was a pain she wished that neither her or her husband ever had to feel again.

 

 

Then as if to slap Sango in the face, the murders began. They were steady like a trickling wound, each death a little different but wreaking the foul stench of evil that stole away her brother. The worst part was that the containment agency had the gall to call them the Kohaku killings. It wasn't because all the murders had a car crash, no that would have been easier to deal with, but with each new case—at each new crime scene there was one detail that never once changed; a photograph of her brother.

 

 

The first few had been painful, holding photographs from an old Polaroid camera she knew she or Miroku hadn't taken and it was a cruel reminder. The few that appeared showing both Rin and Kohaku together smiling, surrounded by snow having the time of their short lives nearly broke Sango; she had easily been able to spot the shimmering engagement ring on Rin's finger and it dragged Sango deeper into her own darkness knowing how badly Kohaku had wanted to start a family of his own with the blue-eyed black haired girl he held in his arms so tenderly.

 

 

Some where around the turn of the century, after the Y 2 K scare, the murders suddenly ceased. It may have been due to the Raiko's disease that swept throughout Europe and North America, the fatalities and all information pertaining to the nationwide fear being covered up like so many other things; or it could have been that the Youkai containment agency being over thrown and though not disbanded it was given a new purpose.

 

 

Powerful Youkai and spiritual leaders had been consumed by the Kohaku killings, select and remote few being found ripped to pieces, it caused a scare among the agency, but none of them back down. Sango refused to let it go and she fought tooth and nail until the containment agency set up an identity database.

 

 

As technology grew larger and faster so did the government's need to track everyone's movements and soon after the bombing of the Youkai containment's headquarters in 2010, every Youkai, spiritual being, soul bound creature, and human in general were all put into the registry database. Now there was no such thing as an unknown stranger and like with every advance in technology there was some kind of sacrifice.

 

 

After the following year the Youkai containment agency was brought to the media's eyes, it was just as quickly integrated with the government, all of their employees and agents being forcibly scattered around the world. Their duty was to keep an eye out for any dangerous Youkai or spiritual being and if not registered into the ever expanding database, or refusing to register and exterminate the rogues as quickly as possible.

 

 

“Let's go back to bed Sango,” Miroku said bringing her out of her thoughts and leading her out of the small office and down the hall to their bedroom. “I know you're tired. Let's get some sleep okay? It'll be better in the morning.”

 

 

“Okay,” sleep did sound like a good idea and her eyelids were heavy.

 

 

Allowing Miroku to ease her onto their bed, she laid down and let the warmth to surround her as Miroku crawled next to her, his arms wrapping around her and protecting her from the night. Miroku was her beacon of hope - the reason why she kept going and boy did she love him with every fiber of her being.

 

 

 

 

 

 

It seemed some days that she was stuck in an empty void, walking silently in the darkness patiently waiting for any signs of light. Light that she almost forgot even existed and it only served to pull her deeper into the hole she had dug herself into. She spent too many years hiding from the light, too many years with only herself for company and she was almost positive that she couldn't talk even if she wanted to (not that she liked talking to herself).

 

 

The slow years hardened Rin, stole away any innocence, any need for anything remotely happy or self fulfilling that she often wondered that after giving up all of her humanity if she could have some comfort knowing one day she would be allowed to rest. Thoughts like those usually led to hope and hope was something Rin learned was almost as intangible as being free, or remembering how to smile.

 

 

If she hadn't given up her soul already, Rin would have considered herself to be the walking dead, although one would have to be dead at one point and sadly she didn't quite fit the criteria needed. She knew it would be better if she died first because then she wouldn't have had to spend so many endless years alone with her thoughts.

 

 

Not like Rin didn't have company throughout the years, in actuality if she wanted it --- wished for it, she could have been an emotionless empty doll like some of the others, but the thought of not being able to control her own actions was something she didn't want to think about. Sure she was still angry with Koga, the wolf Youkai who had helped bring her into this miserable excuse for an existence that she dealt with day in and out, but then again there was only so much blame she could try and push off onto him.

 

 

There was something about Koga that made Rin feel lucky for what little was given to her and she pitied him. Every day she saw the vacant helpless look in his blue eyes and every day she knew that the puppet he'd become and the person he'd been were completely different and drifting farther apart, but then again she too was no longer the girl she'd been and that constant reminder tore deeply at her heart.

 

 

Rin found out after the fist few years exactly why her keeper kept her from the inner darkness that controlled the rest and silently Rin screamed in hatred. The harmless innocent girl died along with the first order of extermination and as she stole the life away from one person, blood pouring out through the many premeditated wounds, she cried. Never before did she ever imagine that she would have to kill so many people after trading away her soul to save another. What a lovely paradox she lived with wasn't it?

 

 

Locked away from reality, Rin was forced to abandon reality and in the end the blood that dripped from her fingertips with each new order became just another part of life. The clothes her keeper supplied her with changed little and after a while her only friend was the color black. The brightly light colors were never able to hide the bloodstains and when she no longer had the strength to cry she shoved who she was deep into her heart, locking it away and throwing away the key.

 

 

There was no need for emotions as far as she was concerned, they were absolute in the new life she'd given herself and every thing she once held onto slipped through her fingers and she let it. Music was also something she tried to purge herself of, but no matter how hard she tried to walk past the thin line of caring and emotionless-ness, her keeper would torture her with light upbeat rhythms and songs and on those days she could barely contain the blind rage that filled her.

 

 

Her keeper was more generous with Rin than he had to be, his blood red eyes everywhere yet no where and his laughter from her pain made Rin want to rip him to shreds. He invoked emotions she never wanted to visit, he found some sick thrill with forcing her to relive the night she gave it all up over and over; whispering lies and promises of revenge. But revenge on whom?

 

 

It was he who stole everything from her, the love of her life, her humanity and innocence, and now and again he pushed her to the edge of her sanity. He was an evil beast and many times Rin was filled with so much hatred she wished she had the power to kill him. Even if it meant that she too would die, Rin wanted an intangible death for both her and her keeper and too bad it would never happen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Amber eyes stared intently out the large glass windows, the moonlight filtering in and illuminating the wooden floor with an eerie glow. It was late out no doubt, but he didn't mind working the night away reminded him of the years long since past; it was one of the few small comforts he had left to experience. The world around him was slowly shifting, drifting into a place he was more then uncomfortable with, but like many things, he had no control over it.

 

 

Sure the government had always been something he never really agreed with, but it wasn't one of the greater evils he was faced with. Underground employees and other unsavory beings began speaking out about implants and it didn't sit well with him. If any human or Youkai alike even thought about placing anymore restrictions or even came near him with the idea of implanting him with anything he would kill every pathetic creature in the government which he barely tolerated. He refused to e treated like some wild, unsophisticated animal; he was above all of them.

 

 

The half empty glass of whiskey clinked as he deposited it on the table, the glow of the computer screen making him look more pale and ghostly than he did in reality and he frowned. There was a distasteful scent in the air, the king that tickled his nose and made his claws itch almost anxiously and he didn't like it one bit. Looking through the endless files Sango had accumulated over the years, he felt a headache brewing near the bridge of his nose. They had been close, so close the bound human had been to unveiling the beast behind the Kohaku killings that she didn't know just how much she was fanning the flames.

 

 

He already had his suspicions of the culprit; however, when any evidence appeared linking it, somehow it always disappeared before any action could be taken. It was aggravating and infuriating, but no matter, he barely batted an eyelash and he kept going. He would get his man, or better yet the pathetic half man, half demon and when he did the victory would be bittersweet and well worth a grand celebration. Even if he didn't care for gathering hordes of beings, he would rather kill, but at that celebration enemies could become allies. For at least one night that is.

 

 

“Sesshomaru,” a baritone voice floated to his ears and the light system installed recently chased away the darkness surrounding him.

 

 

He didn't bother to acknowledge his half brother and continued to read over the streaming text of reports and information that would undoubtedly lead to another well-constructed dead end. Unlike his half brother InuYasha, Sesshomaru had responsibilities and duties he couldn't shake off just because of the excuse of having a family (not that Sesshomaru was interested in investing his time into such nonsensical hobbies), so he couldn't lollygag around if he desired to and he didn't.

 

 

“What do you want?” Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed glancing at InuYasha as he rested his hip against the table, a cold sarcastic hiss lacing his voice. “Has your wife kicked you out into the dog house again dear brother?”

 

 

InuYasha snorted, his arms folding over his bare chest, long silver hair tussled about lazily; completely opposite of the full demon that sat patiently next to him, amber eyes ice cold and unwavering. “No, she didn't just so you know.”

 

 

“Then what is it?”

 

 

“Shippo called a few minutes ago with bad news,” any light mood either of them could have possibly shared immediately darkened with the mentioning of the fox demon.

 

 

If Shippo called it mean that the government was steadily losing control over the Northern borders, the rogue demons refusing the database registration and regulations that came with it. Violence and needless death would be expected and Sesshomaru wanted to sigh in frustration. Why couldn't things have stayed the same before the governmental officials had to stick their noses in places they needn't be stuck? If it was one of things Sesshomaru hated most it was ignorant and plain stupid people, to him they should have all been exterminated and the problem would be solved.

 

 

Pressing a switch on the arm of his exuberant chair, Sesshomaru watched the ceiling panels open and a small nineteen-inch screen expand and flicker on. The soft hum of the machine irritated his ears, but he showed no emotion that gave away how he currently felt. He mentally cursed the slow technology, putting in a mental note to fire the technologist who had upgraded the house's framework the prior day. Obviously the snake hadn't been worth what he was paid and Sesshomaru would put the pathetic creature in its place.

 

 

“Sango,” he said crisply as the screen flickered a few times. “Sango.”

 

 

Shuffling and grumbling was barely audible and light filtered through the screen and instead of a brown-eyed woman, InuYasha and Sesshomaru were greeted by a tired blue-eyed man. “I just got her to sleep an hour ago, what's up?”

 

 

“Hey Miroku sorry to wake you,” InuYasha started sheepishly.

 

 

“Monk,” Sesshomaru was in no mood to feel charitable and express pleasantness so he left them at the door. “Wake her up and get your belongings packed. Shippo needs assistance in the Northern cities of Kaulem. You're flight leaves in two hours.”

 

 

Miroku's sigh was heavy and he nodded before the screen went black and the screen refolded back into the ceiling panels. If Sesshomaru could have gone to settle things himself he would have and he pitied having to sent two humans in his place. It was against his raging instincts, but such things couldn't be helped. Closing his eyes for a moment, he cleared his min before shutting down his computer and rising to his feet.

 

 

The now empty glass of whiskey was placed in the kitchen sink and rubbing the bridge of his nose, he spared one last glance at InuYasha. His brother looked well past exhaustion and Sesshomaru was silently beginning to feel the same. If he had believed in taking frivolous vacations he would have suggested it, but he didn't.

 

 

“Don't forget,” InuYasha spoke, his tone filled with boiling hatred. “We have to attend that little get together Naraku invited us to.”

 

 

“Like I could,” Sesshomaru walked away from his brother and down the darkened hallway. If only they could pull together enough substantial evidence against the wretched half-breed Naraku, then Sesshomaru would be able to rid himself and the rest of the wolf of bad blood.

 

 

If only, he told himself heading into his room to try and get a few good hours of sleep but knowing that it would never come.

 

 

E/N: This updates a little late and I'm sorry! I got kind of lazy because I didn't really like this chapter and I still don't. I'm hoping to have the next chapter finished by this weekend and if I don't it's probably because I decided to sit down and wrestle with my other stories, (sigh)

 

 

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