InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Nightmare's Memories ❯ Why ( Chapter 6 )

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Author's Note: Hello, peoples!

Ooo- Halloween is getting nearer. . . ^_~

Wish the moon was fuller.

Anyway-

Er- I'm sorry, RedHerring, I know you specifically asked `Please no flashbacks of Onigumo', but. . .

^_^;;;

And also-

I'd like to take a moment to show you all a second review I received from WindScar.

~Hey psychopath, how are ya?

::chuckles to self::

You know, I was feeling especially evil today, so I decided to flame some of your other stories. What I didn't expect, was to find that this fic, Early December, was. . .well, actually quite good. There, I said it, I like this fic. I like it so much, I coulnd't stop reading. Henceforth why this is the only chapter I'm reviewing for. Don't go thinking this means that I think *all* your stories are good, it just means that I think "Early December" is good, got it? There, now that that is settled I have another point. I am not Wind22. Yes, I did read the next chapter of the trash you're trying to pass as a story, it still sucks, and I still hate it. If you really wanna know why, it's because it grosses me out, and, to me gore isn't all there is to horror. Originally, I just hated it. Now, I hate it because I know you can do better. After I have read and seen the amazing things you can do, it really is a shame to let all that talent go to waste. In other words, add more than just

gore

to make your writing spooky. Take it from me, I've been scared so many times in my life, I know what scary is. Scary is when someone is lost, confused, all alone with no one to help them. Scary. . .how do I put this, scary is more thoughts than images. For example, I know ghosts aren't real and always have. Yet, when I was young, whenever I went downstairs, something would draw my thoughts to evil things, like ghosts and witches and the demons of hell and so on, so forth. Anyway, I could never stay down there by myself, and the scary thing was, that my thoughts tricked me into thinking someone was watching, it tricked me into hearing whispers and voices that weren't there. It scared me so much that I would cry. So, you can see, that gore is only, maybe 20% of what scary is. The rest is more. . .more suspense, and the thoughts in your mind that make you so freaked out and flustered, that you get confused, lost, and start feel alone. And that, my dear wench, is what scary is.

~Windscar~

P.S. I still hate your story, and think your a psychopath! Neyah!~

I am going to comment on this review, but only on *certain* parts. *coughcough*

I am aware that horror is more then just gore. There is a suspense and art to it. And, I admit it, I am not wonderful at capturing the essence of it. I'm trying, though, and I think I'm getting better.

Please understand that it's difficult to write scary things. Much more difficult then creating images on a screen.


Oh- and more suspense will be added later.

I think that's all I'm allowing myself to comment on. . .

. ..

Yeah.

Well, anyway, this is when it REALLY starts getting fun. . . ^_^

Enjoy!

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Why?

Such a familiar question.

Why?


The small word that can be added to simple questions to obtain a clean results.

Why is the sky blue?

Why is the grass green?

But some questions aren't so simple-

Why must we bleed?

Why must I suffer?

And some results aren't so clean.

And this small word. . .

Can seem so very large. . .

Why. . .?

Why?

WHY?!

~*~*~*~*~

Nightmare's Memories

~*~*~*~*~

~Chapter Six: Why~

Kagome's eyes snapped open before her nightmare could complete itself.

Not that it mattered.

She knew. . .

Knew. . .

That man. . .

Miroku. . .

That if he did not have his revenge- - -

The wind would swallow him like his father.

But. . .

But. . .

But *how* did she know?

*Why* did she know?

Why. . . ?

Why. . .?

Why. . .

WHY?!

WHY WAS THIS HAPPENING TO HER?!

WHAT HAD SHE DONE?!


"MAKE IT STOP!" she cried, causing everyone in the compartment to snap into conciseness- looking around hurriedly.

"What's going on?" Shippo gas-

~N-

No!

No-

He felt a sharp, thick, needle stab itself into his lower back, sending him into an uncontrollable spasm of pain.

"Injecting type 4032 animal DNA," a computer rattled off in a brisk female voice. "Fox. Genetic enhancement taking effect. Process over: 15 hours." ~

-ped.

"Kagome's just screa-

~ She took a small step forward, only to crumple to the ground, her legs failing her.

Falling over one of the many wet, mangled bodies, she had to clasp her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out.

"D-Daddy. . ." she whispered through her fingers, tears welling in the corner of her eyes. ~

-med," Sango whispered back, her voice tinted with worry.

"Kagome? What's wrong?" Miroku questioned, crawling next to her and shaking her gen-

~ Next it pealed off his skin; both layers of peach flesh- revealing his red muscles and pink ligaments- not to mention his lid-less eyes, lip-less mouth, and, slit-like nostrils.

But even those were soon to go- his eyes popping out of their sockets like corks from a bottle. Then went his muscles- each one being yanked off his white bones as if in practiced order.~

-tly.

"STOP IT!" Kag roared, rocking back and forth on her knees as she pressed her hands to her ears, her eyes squeezed shut. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

As her words echoed though the compartment, her mind reeling, her heart sore, and her sanity all but rendered- - -

Pieces of hay began hovering. . .

Hovering inches over the cold, wooden ground. . .

The ebony haired man's eyes widened.

"GO AWAY!" she cried, swinging her arm to hit Miroku's trembling, beaded hand.

But before she could even brush the male- - -

He slammed into the inside wall of the train, his eyes becoming unfocused as his body crumbled into a heap.

He crashing with so much force that the compartment shuttered, and Sango gasped as a small trickle of blood seeped out from under his hair line.

"Miroku. . ." she whispered breathlessly, crawling over to the man; worry glistening in her dull magenta eyes. "Miroku, are you okay. . .?"

He didn't respond.


He was out cold.

"You. . ." Sango murmured, ignoring the way Kagome shuttered every time someone spoke- her body twitching in uncontrollable convulsions. "You! WHY?! WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO MIROKU?!"

She made to take a step forward- - -

But was caught in the chest by Inu-Yasha's arm.

"Shut up," he hissed, his eyes narrowing and flicking towards the door; the hay falling back to earth as if it had never left.

Shippo cowered in the corner near Onigumo; whose breaths seemed more pained then usual as a single spider skittered across the floor. . .

"What the hell is going on in here?!" Naraku's voice came from outside as the train slowed to a stop.

"Shit. . ." Sango hissed, her hands clenched in fists as she and Inu-Yasha turned towards the door- - -

To find the dark eyed man standing there, looking livid.

Kagome winced as his footsteps echoed though the deadly silent compartment.

"What- the- hell-" he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, "is going on in here?"

He whirled to face the ebony haired girl, who was still sobbing on the floor; her hands tugging her hair as she slowly looked up at him, twitching.

"Na. . . Ra. . . Ku. . ." she whispered, her stormy eyes glassy as she slowly. . .

Slowly. . .

Crawled. . .

To. . .

Her. . .


Feet.

Wobbling slightly, she clutched her heaving sides as she took a trembling step forward; all but falling into her captor.

Her breaths coming in short gasps as Naraku looked coldly down his nose at her, Kagome's pale, weak fists grasped his shirt; her forever wet eyes hidden by her bangs.

"Why. . .?" she finally asked; her voice so soft that even Inu-Yasha almost missed it. "Why did you do this. . .? To me. . .? To them. . .? To all of us. . .? Why. . .?"

"Keh. You sound in pain my *dear*. . ." the man smirked, moving to detach her hands.

But instead of removing her hands-

He found she only tightened her hold.


"Why?" Kag repeated, her voice stronger now. "Why won't you let me go home? Why are you doing this to me?"

Naraku did nothing but chuckle.

"You're not answering," Kagome whispered. "I. . .

want. . .

you. . .

to tell. . .

me. . .

*WHY*!"

Her eyes snapping up to meet his, the ebony haired man couldn't help but gasp quietly at all the anger he found in her dark orbs.

But he quickly regained his composure.

"Heh," he grinned, still laughing softly. "I see the process is almost complete."

He gently ran a finger though her dark, silky, locks, his amusement growing as Inu-Yasha began growling.

"You're slowly loosing your mind, do you realize that, my dear?" he whispered, his smile widening as Kagome stepped back, slapping his hand away as the straw on the floor began shaking- - -

And as the compartment still stood stationary. . .

It wasn't from the train.


"Don't touch me, you- you- you-" the girl snarled, struggling for words. "You- YOU FREAK!"

Naraku's abyss-like orbs widened- - -

Before narrowing to murderous slits.

"Don't you *DARE*," he hissed, snatching the girl's wrist and yanking her forward- their noses millimeter's apart as Kagome gasped in shock and fear, "call me that again."

His fist came speeding into view- - -

And then her world went black.

*

~"Keh," a young man chuckled, a smirk planted firmly on his handsome face as he tossed a ball of gold up and down as if it a toy. "That was too easy."

He smiled at one of his many pet spiders as it skittered down his leg; it's midnight-colored hair glossy.

"Foolish morons," the adult snickered, rolling upon his stomach as he glanced around his large, villa pad. `With my tarantula pets, stealing is a breeze! Just let one of them enter the house and freak everyone out- - - and then in the chaos, take the prize!'

His grin widened as he tugged one of his arachnid's legs, ignoring the way it's eight beady eyes glared at him.

`And the best part is- unlike a partner- I don't need to *care* if one gets killed or injured! They're only *spiders*, after all.'

Still laughing, the man stood and dusted off his silk slacks, deciding to spend the rest of the evening down by the pool.

But as he was walking though the halls, he heard some of his hired help talking; their voices hushed, rushed- - -

And just *inviting* an eavesdropper to listen in.

"Yeah," one was whispering, his voice fearful. "I heard that one really rich business man is arriving in this city tonight; at the train station. The security's gonna be unbelievable. After all- that robber- Spider Demon, I think he calls himself- is still lurkin' the streets."

The young man felt another smirk tug his lips.

Yes, he *was* still `lurkin'' the streets.

"I wouldn't worry. What with all the guards their bound to have hired," the second replied, fiddling with her feather duster, "it's sure to be *impossible* for Spider Demon to capture anything of value."

Not noticing their employer- or his now furious gaze- the pair continued on their way, the first agreeing with his friend.

`What?!' the handsome male fumed. `IMPOSSIBLE?! For *ME*?! Ha! I'll show them! I'll show them all!'

"Come, pets," he hissed to the arachnids gathering around him; some being carelessly crushed under his feet. "Our plans for tonight have ch-" ~

*

"She looks as if she'd being tortured by nightmares," Shippo whispered, his eyes full of fearful sadness as he leaned over Kagome's unconscious form.

"She probably is," Miroku, who had been awakened as Naraku stormed out, frowned. "It seems she is slowly becoming one of us. . ."

"But what *IS* happening to her?" Sango asked softly, her brow creasing with worry.

"I think," the ebony haired man murmured, "she may be developing physic abilities. . . Spiritual powers, if you will."

"Huh? What the fuck do you mean?" Inu-Yasha grunted, flopping next to Kagome and crossing his arms and legs.

"She's constantly clutching her head as if it's paining her. When she became angry, pieces of hay started levitating."

The others glanced at one another before returning their gaze to Kag.

"And. . . I think. . ." Miroku finished quietly, "that whenever she sleeps. . . she dreams of our pasts. . ."

"What? What makes you think that?" Shippo blinked, Onigumo grunting in agreement.

"She's been asking around for our history," the violet eyed man shrugged, toying with the beads covering his hand. "Whenever she looks at us she seems to be recalling painful events that aren't hers."

"And she knew about Shippo's past. . ." Inu-Yasha added gruffly, ignoring the others as they shot him curious looks. "She appears to be `seeing' our memories of what brought us here. . ."

The little boy winced, his eyes filling with tears as he clutched his tail.

"Yes. . ." Miroku nodded slowly. "That makes sense. . . She's `remembering' us backwards. . . That's why she asked about Sango first. And then Shippo."

"She seemed to `remember' you earlier, as well," Sango reminded the man next to her, gently pointing at the large cut on his forehead.

"Which means," the ebony haired man said slowly, "she's sorting through-"


*

~-anged."

He smirked as he walked though the gold guided halls.

`They'll all see. No one and nothing stops Spider Demon.'


*

The young man walked silently though the deserted train station, frowning as the evening's fog leaked onto the platforms; shrouding everything in a light mist.

There was nobody here. . .

Nobody. . . !

Nothing. . . !

Smashing one of his pets underfoot in anger, the male snarled.

Those fools he called employees!

They had ruined his evening with their wild tales!

Oh, would they GET IT when he got home- - -!

He was about to spin around and leave the station- - -

When a white sign caught his eye.

A sign that he hadn't seem before. . .

"What the hell. . .?" he murmured, taking a step towards the announcement.

It's maroon words glistened innocently in the soft glow of his flashlight as he began to read. . .

`Whether looking for treasure

Or looking for fun

You can find it- freaks and all-

On platform one.'

"Treasure, hmm?" the man drawled in boredom, his voice echoing softly though the darkness. `I somehow doubt it.'

He was about to leave- - -

When it suddenly hit him.

Wait. . .

Perhaps. . .

On platform one. . .

There *was* a treasure of sorts?

Perhaps the business man really *did* arrive?

Perhaps his security measure- - -

Was to make sure there was no security?

Perhaps this was a trick?

Perhaps he was hiding in platform one, or on the train?

Perhaps. . .

`Freaks' could be a code term for something else.

Like money.

Well.

There was no way to figure it out- - -

Lest he scout out the area.

`Heh. I'll find you `freaks'! And I'll *take* you all, too.'

So, with a glare at a few disobeying tarantulas, the man slowly began making his way towards the empty platform, his footsteps ringing loudly in the silence.

Silence. . .

It was almost unnerving, this silence. . .

As if. . .

As if there really *was* something here. . .

But that's what he was expecting, right?

He *wanted* something to be here, right?

Yeah. . .

That's right. . .

That's what he wanted. . .

His spiders all trailing loyally behind him, trying and- occasionally failing- to stay out from underneath his feet, the young man slowly pushed open the door to train one-

Which was also the only train in the station.

. . .

Weird.

Creeping into the compartment, Spider Demon and his arachnids glanced around the car, looking for inhabitants.

. . .

It wasn't empty.

He could FEEL someone else inside.

He couldn't hear them-

He couldn't see them-

He could FEEL them.

However, this eerie feeling quickly went away as the man saw a glitter of amber in the darkness.

"Yes! Pay dirt!" he whispered, nodding at his spiders.

Time to do what he did best. . .

Allow his pets do all the work.

As the tarantulas scurried across the floor- - -

The glint of amber suddenly moved; lifting from the floor as if bolting up in shock.

"Shit! What the hell?!" a man's voice hissed, a clatter sounding though the small compartment as he got to his feet, crushing a few arachnids.

`Damn! Can't be caught!' the robber thought fearfully, ready to leave his spiders to die as he slunk into the shadows near the door- - -

But ran into someone else as he tried to escape.

"Just *where* do you think *you're* going?" a cool voice questioned, black abyss-like eyes glistening in the darkness.

Spider Demon took an instinctive step backwards.

"I'm goin' home, fool," he snapped, trying to ignore the way his stomach was twisting into frightened knots. "Where do you think?"

"I think you're staying here," the other replied calmly. "After all- you must be punished for your attempt to steal from me."

"What?! Steal from YOU? Steal WHAT?!" he retorted, waving a hand at the nothingness of the compartment.

"What do I count as, a dust bunny?" the amber glitter grumbled, sounding incredibly annoyed.

"Shut the fuck up, Inu-Yasha," the abyss-eyed man hissed before returning his gaze to the thief before him.

"You must be punished, for your actions," he continued, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he slowly backed out of the compartment. "For all that you've stolen. All that you've lied about. All that you've hurt."

"Hurt?" the young man repeated blankly as the door slowly closed before him. "I haven't hurt no one."

"Oh?" the man grinned, his glittering teeth only viable though the crack of the door. "I don't think your `pets' agree with you."

. . .

?

What. . . ?

What was he- - -

Ow!

Something bit his leg!


Hissing in pain, Spider Demon glanced down, and-

To his horror-

Found that his arachnids-

Every one of them-

Were slowly crawling up his legs- their little, needle-sharp feet spearing his flesh as they painfully made their way to his torso.

"But. . . maybe you'll be lucky. . ." the dark-eyed man chuckled. "Maybe instead of devouring you, body and soul, they'll remain loyal to you. . . So loyal that they'll never leave. . . Always there- crawling, reproducing, being. . . So loyal that they'll tie their very existence with your own. . .

Yes. . .

I think they will. . ."

And the door shut with a soft snap.

But Spider Demon didn't notice.

He hadn't caught a word.

He had been- and was- too distracted.

"S-stop it, you fuckin' bugs, stop it!" the robber roared at the tarantula's as they slowly covered his being; their hairy bodies quivering with anger. "Get offa me! NOW!"

The spiders did not listen.

They paid him absolutely no heed.

Instead-

Unanimously-

They sunk their tiny, knife-sharp teeth into his skin, ripping away at his body as they dumped their searing poison into his veins.

Releasing a scream of pain, the robber sunk to his knees as the venom ate away at his insides.

Wha- - -?

Why- - -?

Why were his pets doing this to him- - -?

As they scuttled around his body, across the floor, upon his flesh; they seemed to speak- their legs moving in perfect rhythm.

Re-venge.

Re-venge.

Re-venge.

REVENGE.

Falling upon his back as the spiders' weight seemed to multiply, the man shook with fear as his eyes were blocked by hairy, moving bodies.

Then- - -

Then something- - -

Something- - -

Something happened. . .

The poison. . .

The icy hot venom. . .

His body shook in a spasm of pain; his own screams of terror ringing in his ears-

As he felt his flesh- - -


More then half of his flesh- - -

Begin to melt away. . .

Like molten lava, it just- - -

Just melted- - -

And also like lava- - -

It burnt.

Burnt like the fires of hell.

A hot, sticky, burning ooze of flesh slithered off of his body, readily being eaten by the spiders.

His eyes were left lidless, his orbs instantly drying and feeling as if they were being jabbed full of pins.

His lips fell off; still bleeding and feeling as if someone had cut them off with a butter knife.

His nose disintegrated- detaching itself from his face and leaving him with a skeletal appearance.

His gums rotted- many of his teeth falling out with soft clatters upon the floor.

His once handsome face reduced to horror.

He was suffering for his spiders. . .

Taking all the pain he had induced upon them- - -

Unto himself.

And. . .

Unfortunately for him. . .

He had been mistreating his pets for a very. . .

Very. . .

VERY. . .

Long time.

Many of his internal organs- still beating painfully hard- were now exposed. And if they were not, they were only covered by the thinnest sheet of skin; so weak one could see through it as it was pulled taut against his rib cage. As his innards quivered, a group of spiders slowly crawled within their warm, slimy depths.

Hissing as his suffering intensified, the man couldn't help but let out a whimpering cry as his pets- no, his masters- sliced though what remaining flesh he had- making nests.

They crawled into his mouth and roamed his throat with their long legs.

They examined his ears, prodding into their depths and all but smashing his eardrums.

All while Onigumo realized his fate.

To remain the pet to the spiders- - -

For eternity. ~

*

"- Onigumo's past now."

As Miroku said this, Kagome's eyes snapped open; her face drenched with sweat- her orbs glassy.

"No. . ." she whispered, trembling uncontrollably.

"Kagome!" Shippo gasped. "You're aw-"

~ Bright, florescent lights filled the room, almost blinding the boy.

When he finally could see-

He wished the lights had stayed off.

He was trapped in a small laboratory- long, thin needles, sharp knives, scalps, scissors, and other various forms of medical equipment glittering from high shelves- their sharp edges dyed copper red.

And it didn't seem to be from red paint. . .~

"-ake!"

"Are you o-"

~ The boy remained silent, watching blankly as his sister's blood stained the ground; her hair plastered to her body in the rain.


"Please," she begged, painfully pulling herself to a kneeling position. "Tell me why!"

"My soul. . . cannot rest. . ." he spoke, his voice softer then his sister's. "Cannot rest. . . until vengeance is served."

"Wh-What are you talking about?!" she demanded, tears pouring down her cheeks as she reached out for her brother- - -

And watched her hand pass through him.~

"-kay, Kagome?" Sango questioned breathlessly, oblivious to the way the girl was twitching and sobbing.

"Speak to us, Ka-"

~ His whole attention was on his hand- - -

Hissing in pain he watched it with wide eyes.

With the feel of being sliced slowly with a dull knife, it was opening-

Opening up a dark abyss.

An abyss that was slowly pulling everything in. . . .

The winds of hell. . .~

"-gome!" Miroku pleaded, sounding worried.

Kagome did not reply as she hugged herself tightly, quivering as strong spasms shot through her like electricity.

She couldn't hear them.

She couldn't see them.

She could hear nothing but screams.

She could see nothing but memories.

She was going insane. . .

She couldn't take it. . .

She- - -

~ His armor had been ripped off his torso along with his shirt, and his stomach had been punctured in such a way that it allowed each layer of skin and muscle to be peeled away from the body, exposing his internally bleeding intestines. His nose and ears sliced off- leaving gaping, bleeding holes in his face- the only part - - - - needles from his skin. Bones crumpled like paper only to be unpleasantly formed again. Canine like teeth pushed though his sore gums. His eardrums popped- completely shattered- only to be grown back at a painstakingly slow rate- his hearing intensifying to an almost unbearable level.

Collapsing on the disgusting floor, writhing in pain and screaming in angst, the little boy's now dull emerald eyes filled with tears.

Why had his momma and poppa- - - Next it pealed off his skin; both layers of peach flesh- revealing his red muscles and pink ligaments- not to mention his lid-less eyes, lip-less mouth, and, slit-like nostrils.

But even those were soon to go- his eyes popping out of their sockets like corks from a bottle. Then went his muscles- each one being yanked off his white bones as if in practiced order.

"Kagome. . .?"

After which went his internal organs- each slimy, beating organ- his ribcage shattering and letting them loose as- - - coolly back at her, the sickle-like sword clenched in his hands dripping with a disturbingly familiar red liquid.

"Why?" she asked breathlessly, her eyes full of tears as she reached out for her little brother. "Why did you do this. . .?"

He said nothing, instead allowing his sibling to try and embrace him.

But as soon as her back was in his range, her body not quite touching his- - - suffering tripled, he heard talking from far away, barely audible over his sobs of terror.

"Kagome. . . !"

"Hmph," a woman's voice grumbled. "This isn't working at all the way it's supposed to. We'll need to get rid of him."

"How?" a man replied, frustration tinting his words. "We can't just throw the little ass out. People will get suspicious."

"I know just the place to drop him off. Don't worry. The little freak will be with his own kind. . . and we can just try this again with one of his brothers. I knew having so many children would come in handy."

"You always were the smart one, dear."

"I know. Now let's get out of- - - "What- - - what is going on. . .?!" he yelled in fearful pain as his hand burned like a fire.

"You swore upon the winds of hell- so you shall carry them always with you until you fulfill- - - - ~

"Kagome!"

The girl's sightless orbs widened, tears falling down her cheeks like streams of overflowing blood.

A. . .

A voice. . .?

A voice cutting though her nightmares. . . ?

"Kagome, wake up! Answer us!"

Yes. . .


She. . .

*Could* hear a voice. . .

A boy's voice. . .

A boy's voice with no. . .

No. . .

No memories. . .

No memories attached. . .

"KAGOME!"

Her head slowly raising, her eyes connected with the amber orbs of the one being that didn't cause her sore mind pain.

"I. . . Inu. . . Inu-Yasha. . ." she whispered, her dull orbs wide as she trembled, her voice cracking.

"Yes," he whispered, kneeling in front of her and putting his hands on her shoulders, trying to keep her balanced. "Calm down! Stop screaming! An-!"

"Inu-Yasha!" she gasped, launching herself at his chest and clinging to him, releasing a heartfelt sob. "Inu-Yasha!"

"And stop. . . stop crying. . ."


Confused and shocked, the boy visibly tensed- though did not pull away as the girl continued to shake.

"Please, don't let me fall asleep. . ." she begged, her soft voice cracking as her hold on him tightened. "Please, keep me awake. . . I can't- can't take anymore. . ."

The boy's cold amber eyes melted slightly, his arms tentatively wrapping around the trembling girl.

"Help me, Inu-Yasha. . . Please. . . Help me. . ."

"I'll try. . ." he replied quietly, oblivious to his companions as the size of his world shrunk to nothing but the female in his embrace. "Don't worry, Kagome. I'll try and help you. . ."

~*~

^_^

OMG- that was a long chapter!

I guess that my apology for this being a day late. ^_^;

Hope you enjoyed!

Ja ne!