InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Life Sucks ❯ Enter the Darkness ( Chapter 9 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Shoukamiko 
Kikyo is gone but not forgotten... she makes sure of it. With a little help from her new employer of course.
updated:7/25/14
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.24.2005 | Updated On: 07.25.2014 | Pages: 2 | Words: 693 | Visits: 448 | Status: Work In Progress
Kikyo is gone but not forgotten... she makes sure of it. With a little help from her new employer of course.
updated:7/25/14
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.24.2005 | Updated On: 07.25.2014 | Pages: 2 | Words: 693 | Visits: 448 | Status: Work In Progress
Life Sucks
By: ShoukaMiko
Chapter 9: Enter the Darkness
Blanket Disclaimer for Life Sucks: I don't own Inuyasha, its characters, songs, or any other songs I put on here by other groups.
“That little wretch.” A fuming girl with long, black hair tore the entertainment section of the newspaper in half, letting it fall onto a black marble desk. In the dim light, the two halves of the front page of the section held a picture of a rock band on stage with a cut off view of what was an enormous crowd.
The Headline read, “Feudal Era Rocks Modern Tokyo: Fans Proclaim Concert the Sengoku Jidai's Best Ever!”
“Why Kikyo, I don't believe I've ever seen you so…” A deep throated chuckle could be heard, “emotional would be too strong a word for you I'm afraid.” A smooth almost oily voice resonated from behind the back of a designer, black leather office chair. The whole office in fact was a tribute to black, marble and silver.
Kikyo ignored her employer's sarcastic remark. She chose instead to walk over to a metal sculpture of what looked to be wickedly sharp looking flames. Kikyo paused to stare at the strange sculpture a second before she began to reach out with a tentative finger toward it. She stopped when the cold voice from behind the desk spoke to her.
“I wouldn't if I were you.”
Kikyo turned toward her employer. His narrow red eyes watching and regarding her coldly. Kikyo merely smoothed out the wrinkles of her black capped sleeve blouse and straight legged pants.
“I know that look. What could possibly have you in such a good mood?” Kikyo asked in a bored tone. She turned her back on the creature to once again look at the sculpture.
The man like creature blinked slowly in thought a moment then rose to his full and imposing height. Long, inky, black hair cascaded down in waves from where he had it tied back with a leather cord. It was this chord that he reached for with long, pale fingers as he glided out from behind his desk and across the huge office. He resembled a hovering dark cloud floating toward the sculpture. “What's the matter Kikyo? Don't you trust me?” The dark figure smirked.
Kikyo narrowed her eyes to glare in the general direction of his voice, “About as far as I could throw a grand piano.”
“Tsk, tsk.” The creature shook his head as he scolded mockingly. His hair was now free of the chord and falling down the back of his perfectly tailored suit. He played with the length of leather between his fingers as he continued. “A little more faith my little song bird. You don't seem to realize one very small, but crucial detail about most humans.
Kikyo was used to her employer's opinions on demon superiority over humans. Her focus shifted from the owner of the malicious voice to the length of leather he was playing with in his hands. “And what would that be?” When he didn't answer immediately, Kikyo looked into the cold smiling face and red eyes of her employer questioningly. “Naraku…?”
“You see,” Naraku continued as though he hadn't stopped. “The thing about humans is…” With one sickly paled, long fingered hand he tossed the leather chord into the air above the sculpture. “…they break easily.”
Two sets of eyes, one cold and distant, the other cold and cruel, watched as the leather strap fell across the twisted flame shaped blades of the sculpture. With each blade, it fell across, a new cut was made until the leather tie was nothing more than bits of scrap leather on the immaculate marble floor.
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By: ShoukaMiko
Chapter 9: Enter the Darkness
Blanket Disclaimer for Life Sucks: I don't own Inuyasha, its characters, songs, or any other songs I put on here by other groups.
“That little wretch.” A fuming girl with long, black hair tore the entertainment section of the newspaper in half, letting it fall onto a black marble desk. In the dim light, the two halves of the front page of the section held a picture of a rock band on stage with a cut off view of what was an enormous crowd.
The Headline read, “Feudal Era Rocks Modern Tokyo: Fans Proclaim Concert the Sengoku Jidai's Best Ever!”
“Why Kikyo, I don't believe I've ever seen you so…” A deep throated chuckle could be heard, “emotional would be too strong a word for you I'm afraid.” A smooth almost oily voice resonated from behind the back of a designer, black leather office chair. The whole office in fact was a tribute to black, marble and silver.
Kikyo ignored her employer's sarcastic remark. She chose instead to walk over to a metal sculpture of what looked to be wickedly sharp looking flames. Kikyo paused to stare at the strange sculpture a second before she began to reach out with a tentative finger toward it. She stopped when the cold voice from behind the desk spoke to her.
“I wouldn't if I were you.”
Kikyo turned toward her employer. His narrow red eyes watching and regarding her coldly. Kikyo merely smoothed out the wrinkles of her black capped sleeve blouse and straight legged pants.
“I know that look. What could possibly have you in such a good mood?” Kikyo asked in a bored tone. She turned her back on the creature to once again look at the sculpture.
The man like creature blinked slowly in thought a moment then rose to his full and imposing height. Long, inky, black hair cascaded down in waves from where he had it tied back with a leather cord. It was this chord that he reached for with long, pale fingers as he glided out from behind his desk and across the huge office. He resembled a hovering dark cloud floating toward the sculpture. “What's the matter Kikyo? Don't you trust me?” The dark figure smirked.
Kikyo narrowed her eyes to glare in the general direction of his voice, “About as far as I could throw a grand piano.”
“Tsk, tsk.” The creature shook his head as he scolded mockingly. His hair was now free of the chord and falling down the back of his perfectly tailored suit. He played with the length of leather between his fingers as he continued. “A little more faith my little song bird. You don't seem to realize one very small, but crucial detail about most humans.
Kikyo was used to her employer's opinions on demon superiority over humans. Her focus shifted from the owner of the malicious voice to the length of leather he was playing with in his hands. “And what would that be?” When he didn't answer immediately, Kikyo looked into the cold smiling face and red eyes of her employer questioningly. “Naraku…?”
“You see,” Naraku continued as though he hadn't stopped. “The thing about humans is…” With one sickly paled, long fingered hand he tossed the leather chord into the air above the sculpture. “…they break easily.”
Two sets of eyes, one cold and distant, the other cold and cruel, watched as the leather strap fell across the twisted flame shaped blades of the sculpture. With each blade, it fell across, a new cut was made until the leather tie was nothing more than bits of scrap leather on the immaculate marble floor.
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