InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Kanzen Chinmoku 'Perfect Silence' ❯ Through the Rabbit Hole... ( Chapter 2 )

Kanzen Chinmoku

Tinkerbell

Chapter 2 Through the Rabbit Hole

"Damn-it. She moved" An annoyed whisper could be heard floating from the roof of a nearby house. This unseen, looming, figure backed into the protective shadows of the western style chimney.

The silhouette's sniper laid at attention, and her senses focused on every detail surrounding her. She even memorized the license plates of the five cars parked on the block, just in case.

Because of her skilled, focused, and even "perfect" manner, she did not miss, she could not miss, the target had simply moved.

So the assassin waited in an unnoticed corner of a simple neighborhood. She had trained herself to disappear.

Moments turned to minuets, and when her prey did not exit the shrine, the hunter started to wonder.

There were no other doors to the altar, she checked, but she did not know the contents of the shrine, she hadn't thought it mattered. What if there was an exit from inside, an underground passage or hideaway. Maybe this girl was on to her? No. This girl was not that smart.

The hunter became impatient, and waited for the right moment to lower herself to the ground. The only possession she took was her small supply bag.

When she was sure that no one could see her, like a nimble cat she grabbed the ledge of the roof, and flipped backwards to the ground. She was still a silhouette, against pastel painted houses, and if it had not been for the evening shadows, her contrast of appearance would have given her away.

This assassin was very famous among the underground cultures of the city. If you had her after you, you were doomed. She was known for her cold heart and inhumane ways that made it seem she didn't care about anyone. And rumors, none of which were true, said that a few people who had known she was after them went crazy of paranoia and killed themselves before she even got to them. All said and done, just silly rumors, but even though they were only silly rumors they helped further her carrier.

She was a killing perfection, and was known to the outer reaches of hell, as Shegore.

In a very James Bond fashion, Shegore maneuvered herself across the garden. Shadowed veils were her friend and only ally.

As she reached the shrine, Shegore took one last look at the Higarashi residences, to make sure the coast was clear and made her move.

Shegore entered the well house; she was cautious and untrusting of her surroundings. Her confusion deepened when she saw that the only content of the shrine was a well.

Shadows and darkness lingered in the corners, but She was well aware that no one was hiding there. She knew darkness too well.

'Damit' she cursed again, as she smoothly crept down the stairs. Her employer had informed her that her prey would be simple. An oblivious teenager, that was easy enough. Shegore did not ask why the man had it in for a 16-year-old girl; it wasn't her job to ask questions. She herself being 20, could remember the troubles she had had to face at 16, but this girl had definitely run into danger.

But Shegore felt no pity for this girl, the money had erased that. No, she was now only annoyed that she would have to play hide-and-seek, even if she did love the chase.

"Hmm…" Shegore murmured to no one in particular, in a patronizing way. "If I were hiding from death in this little shrine, where would I hide?" Shegore was now circling the closed well, stroking its corners with her finger, and looking like a cat about to pounce.

Shegore listened. She waited to hear a sigh, a giggle, a shiver, an exhale, or anything that would send her pouncing. She heard nothing.

Fed up with this little game she abruptly opened the well, and waited for a scream. None came, but before Shegore took a look she smiled and thought. 'Maybe she fell and broke her neck.' Shegore chuckled silently to herself, 'The naive bitch did my job for me.'

But then Shegore looked into the rotting well. Frustration rushed through her veins, as she saw nothing in the dark pit. Trying to suppress her rage, and keep her cool, calm façade, Shegore took out a flashlight from her supply bag.

She took the small light and pierced the uncertain darkness of the well. She found no girl/corpse, only more frustration. But as Shegore scanned the perimeter of the well's floor, she noticed something. There was a spark, a twinkle, a small reflection of light. Not sure if it had been an illusion or a passing shard of daylight, Shegore shown the flashlight back in the corner.

Sure enough there was a twinkle of light, but to Shegore's trained eye, she knew it was much more.

It looked to be a shard of crystal, but it emanated a pink glow, instead of a bland silver light. Shegore decided that whatever it was, it had to have some value and could be sold.

Shegore didn't just kill to get her ends meat; she sold things to dealers, pawnshops, street corner hustlers, and chop-shops. Because, in her line of work she came across a lot of unused merchandise, for what dead person, often people she had just killed, needed Rolex watches, designer sunglasses, wallets etc. But most of all, she found selling the ID of a dead guy, can be quite rewarding if you ask the right people.

So Shegore jumped into the well, not really thinking of how she would get out.

She landed at the bottom with a muffled "thud" and loose tendrils of her hair bounced off her face. The floor was dry and dusty, and Shegore fingered through the dirt looking for the shard. She finally found it clumped in some dirt in the corner, but as soon as she touched it an immense pain shot through her body.

The pressure was amazing, Shegore felt as if she would be crushed by an unseen force. Her mind throbbed and her pulse forced her heartbeat through her body. She would have screamed, but her voice was useless. And just when she felt that she could take no more and that the pain would surely take her, the pressure ebbed away. Shegore sat cold and stunned, panting on the floor of the well.

When Shegore regained full conscious feeling, she did not move. Only her fingers moved, gently caressing the crystal shard. Then her eyes started to move, scanning her surrounding, taking in all detail.

That's when she realized the changes.

The inner walls of the well were covered in overgrown brush and vines, and fractions of light swayed and danced on the ground. Shegore looked up. Shegore was met with the merciless blue, and she shut her eyes and shielded them from the penetrating sunlight. Then she remembered.

'There had been a roof.'

This of course did not make sense to Shegore. She composed herself from shock, and gracefully stood, maneuvering her arms and legs like a ballerina. Then grabbing one of the large vines climbed out of the damp well.

Shegore pulled herself to the ledge of the well and sat down, her legs dangling off the outer side. She examined the perimeter of dense forest. The summer sun gave everything a golden glow. Birds could be heard singing to full contentment, for what other happiness does a bird know other than to sing? And small, fuzzy, woodland creatures hopped about.

Shegore wore a mask of indifference, and after taking in all detail, whispered in an exasperated manner.

"What the Fuck."