InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Psychosis ❯ Trouble In the Club ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Inuyasha turned his head toward the one who fired the gun, seeing a tall man with a black and white bandanna reached from over his face down to his neck, holding a smoking 9mm pistol. Fueling with rage, Inuyasha’s demon instincts kicked in as his claws extended, “YOU BASTARD, I’LL KILL YOU!” He screamed, catching the man by the throat. The gunman tried to pull a round on Inuyasha, but the weapon was taken and balled up into a hunk of steel. “Son of a bitch…you got some nerve…shooting at ME!” Inuyasha’s eyes blazed a deep crimson again and he extended his index finger, slowly raking the finger’s claw across the man’s exposed neck, “Now that I got you where I want you…tell me who you are and why the fuck you‘re shooting at me!”
The man struggled a bit, then let down with a sigh, “My employer…paid me…to kill you…he said you took something very valuable from him and he wants it back. But…you‘ll never get me to talk!” The man roared with a German accent. Inuyasha gripped the man with the bandanna’s throat tighter and tighter, strangling the guy more and more. Then, after a couple minutes of being brutally choked, he gave in, “N…no…please…have mercy on my soul…fine I’ll tell you everything. Where do I start…
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Dietrich Faust, a well-known German assassin with Hitler’s malice-tainted blood running through his own glacial veins began walking towards an enormous castle built like the ones in the Feudal Era. In his left hand was an envelope that read on it, “Terms and Agreements.” In the other, which Dieter kept in his sleeve, was a 12-guage sawn off shotgun, loaded and ready to lay someone the fuck out. As he ascended up a gargantuan set of marble stairs that led up to the castle he stopped and fished out a compact communicator from his pocket, “Colin, der es mich, Diäthaltende Person ist. Ich steige die Treppe von der Burg unseres Kunden jetzt gleich auf, während wir sprechen, deshalb werden wir wissen, wer unsere Ziele bald sind.” (Faust is saying in German: “Colin it is me, Dieter. I am ascending the stairs of our customer's castle right now as we speak, so we will know who our targets are soon.”)
The man on the other line sighed with relief, “Ja mein Freund, das ist wirklich gute Nachrichten. Ich bin froh er hat nicht gefickt uns über aber dieser stille Bursche gibt mir das schleicht obwohl..., wie als er mit uns telefonisch mit einer Stimme distorter gesprochen hat, und würde auch nicht aus seinem Vornamen geben.” (The man named Colin on the communicator is saying in German: “Yes my friend, that is really good news. I am glad he didn't fuck us over but this guy still gives me the creeps though... like when he spoke to us on the phone with a voice distorter and wouldn't even give out his first name.”)
After saying what they had to say, Faust told his friend Colin “Auf Wiedersehen” (goodbye) and turned off the communicator, reaching a beautiful twenty foot gate made of pure silver. Dietrich reached out to hit the gate’s doorbell, “You’d better be here…” He said quietly to himself. Just then, a man’s voice sounded from behind the German assassin.
“Faust my friend, please tell me why I’d leave you out here waiting for me when I already paid a deposit for the JOB?”
When Dieter turned around, he saw a teenager dressed in a white Italian tuxedo with neatly pressed jet black dress pants, a snowy white undershirt, a pair of genuine alligator skin dress shoes, and to top it all off, a golden cane with a HUGE diamond at the tip. Faust looked him over and cocked his head, “And you are…the customer?” He nearly silently asked the kid. The opulently dressed young man smiled and nodded, shaking Dietrich’s hand, “Hello Mr. Faust, you can call me Hojo. Hojo Kirashi. It’s great to finally meet you in person, I’m such a big fan of your work.” Hojo said calmly, taking out a keycard and slipping it through the gate’s security system.
Walking alongside him through the gate and seeing how friendly the kid looked, Dieter decided he could trust him, “So Hojo, where are your parents? Are they gone on a business trip or something?”
He sighed in response, “They passed away in an….accident… and they left me the estate and money in their will. Plus I’m seventeen, I can legally live here by myself.”
Faust, who although may have been an expert assassin, felt pain and sorrow for the misfortunate boy. “Oh…I see…so sorry to hear that.” The tone of his voice showed just how sorry he was.
Hojo, who took out another keycard from his pocket and slid it through the reader of his front door which was crafted with pure rosewood, walking inside and motioning for Dieter to come in, “Don’t worry about it Mr. Faust, my parents are long gone and I’m managing fine on my own. So…how do you like the castle? It used to be a boring-looking mansion but when my parents died I had it remodeled.”
Dietrich stood in the doorway of the most amazing house he had ever seen. Old and ancient-looking chandeliers made from strange bones dangled from a beautifully decorated ceiling that could have been painted over five hundred years ago and a towering stone fireplace at least fifteen feet into the air. His eyes wandered everywhere, astonished at the many wonders before him. Suddenly, as Dieter stepped forward, the oversized door shut with a loud boom. “Wow, this place is amazing!” He exclaimed. Hojo smiled and sat down in a leather armchair, picking up a porcelain opium pipe and lighting it with a match.
“Thank you, I spent quite a load of money to give it the feudal kind of look. Anyway, back to business. Your target is in in this special file I put together so read up as much as you can, it includes: the target’s profile, his pictures, and both medical and criminal records. Take caution when approaching Inuyasha, for he has a short temper and is capable of killing countless individuals at one time. I chose you to take him on because I have heard of many people you’ve slain and the many dangers you faced to do so. Anyway, for the time being I cannot do battle. But that bastard has taken something dear to me and I want it back!”
Faust nodded slowly, “Yes, go on. I must know much more about my prey before I take them down.”
Hojo gave a half-smile, nodding as well, “Indeed, I will tell you more of this PERSON if that is what you would call him.” After saying this, Hojo reached into a drawer, holding what looked to be a black folder with a name in gold on the front. Dieter took the file and quickly read over them, giving his employer a horrified look.
“My god, he‘s still a kid! Kind of strange, but he IS still a kid!” He exclaimed, dropping the black folder. Dietrich could not believe what he was hearing and seeing, a mere boy had given him complicated information and orders to kill another young man who seemed pretty harmless. But…the amount WAS enough for Dietrich to live like a king until his dying day. Then, just like that it happened. Like watching a movie, he observed himself involuntarily pick up the pen and sign his name on the dotted line. After seeing this, Hojo smiled and shook his hand.
“Well, Faust my friend, look’s like we’re in business!”
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Inuyasha let the poor German man down and turned toward the others, lighting up a joint and blowing out smoke, “Dieter, when did all this happen?” He asked, taking another hit. Faust caught his breath and stood.
“An hour ago, why do you ask?” Inuyasha, Kagome, Sango, and Miroku’s eyes widened as Dietrich said this.
Sango took her boyfriend’s hand and gave him a horrified look, “Either you are lying Faust or something just isn‘t right, we saw Hojo meet his own violent end at 6:00 PM today!”
The assassin shook his head violently, “WHAT? There must be some mistake, I met with Hojo and shook his hand JUST AN HOUR AGO!” Dieter screamed, struck with both fear and desperation. Inuyasha sighed and patted the man on the shoulder.
“Easy dude, we believe you. But we’re telling the truth as well. Dieter, did you notice anything strange about Hojo when you met him?” The German man scratched his head and tried to think, and it wasn’t too long before he remembered something…
“Wait…that cane he held…Hojo said he needed it, I don’t fully know why but I think he said something about an accident with a shotgun…also…his throat had a bad-looking scar.” Inuyasha cracked a smile, “That’s definitely him, we watched Hojo get his legs torn up by a shotgun blast and his throat torn out, but then again, our Hojo was killed, by Inuyasha no less. He must’ve healed most of himself somehow, but where would he get such an ability unless…he has special powers too!”
Miroku shrugged his shoulders, “Maybe that is the case, I bet we weren’t the only ones who received powers. Perhaps there are people across the globe who have gotten these abilities. Whatever the case, that makes Hojo even more dangerous and we should take extreme caution.” The group simply nodded in agreement, except for Inuyasha who was busy thinking to himself.
He wore a troubled look as the last of the joint went into his lungs, “He said I stole something dear to him…could he be talking about Kagome…?” Inuyasha thought to himself. Just then, the manager of the club approached Inuyasha and his posse.
“You guys gotta leave, you’re scaring away my customers!” The manager hissed, pushing Inuyasha a bit. Inuyasha’s eyes glazed over but a hand caught his shoulder.
“Chill out, I’ll handle this,” Zach said as he looked to the manager. “They’re with me, cut em’ some slack! Do you think it’s their fault someone tried to kill them?”
The manager’s eyes widened out of both surprise and fear when he saw and heard Zachary, “Y…Yes sir, Mr. Slaughter. So sorry to bother you…I gotta find the one who fired that gun…” And with that, the manager walked away.
Zach took a sip from a freshly opened fifth of Jack Daniel’s whiskey that he held in his hand and gave an “I told you so” look , “See? I told ya I’d handle it. Now let’s party!” Dieter sighed and turned around, ready to leave.
“Well…I guess I’ll get out of here before the manager realizes it was me who fired that shot…”
Slaughter caught him by the bandanna, “Don’t worry man, you can party with us, too. The manager’s a moron anyway he doesn’t have a clue who shot the pistol.” After hearing this, Faust grabbed a beer from the bar counter and cracked it open, tipping it back and smiling. “I’d be honored.”
With that, the six continued to drink, dance and all out party until the night’s end.
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4:30 AM:

The rave had ended and most of the people at the club were gone. Custodians had taken over the dance floors, sweeping up what the partying mob left behind with their gigantic brooms. Backstage where Shattered Boundries played, Inuyasha, Kagome, Sango, Miroku, Dieter, and Zach sat around in a circle with the band. The bass player, Kurtis Hemlock, held up a small clear glass free-basing pipe and dropped in a yellowish crystalline-looking substance, taking a torch lighter under the free-baser and inhaling deeply. The decent-sized crystal sparked, resonating the inside of the glass bowl and sending smoke slowly trail out the top of the pipe and into Hemlock’s lungs. He let the smoke out through his nose and passed the pipe to Miroku who gave the bass player a confused look, “What the hell is this?”
Inuyasha was about to explain when Zachary opened his mouth, “This is DMT, Dimethyl Tryptamine, it‘s a crystallized substance that possesses a trip that makes you see textures. But don’t worry it‘s not dangerous, this stuff just gives you a complete new understanding of the world around,” Slaughter cried as he stuck the pipe to Miroku’s mouth. “So take a little hit, just so you can see how great it actually is!”
Miroku hesitated for a moment, looking at Sango for approval. Sango nodded to his surprise, which seemed to astonish him a little, “How come you’re being so lenient this time around, Sango? Are you smoking too?” He asked, kissing her on the neck. She reached for the pipe and sucked in a bit of the still burning crystalline ball of DMT and exhaled.
“HELL YEAH, BUT NOT BEFORE ME !” She howled, handing it to her boyfriend. Miroku took it and finally hit it, his eyes dilated until there was almost only pupils, which meant that his mind was off in a different world.
Next came the lead guitarist of Shattered Boundries, Victor Xavier who took a HUGE hit, Kagome had heard in a metal magazine that Victor had been blazing DMT years back so this wasn’t a new thing for him.
The passing of the pipe went on until finally getting to Kagome with one hit left. She breathed in the last of it and fell to the side a bit, that hit caused her priestess aura to begin to pulsate faster and faster until you could visually and mentally see it emanating from her body. Inuyasha, Sango, Miroku, and Dieter also felt very strange, although Inuyasha had smoked DMT before, the crystals had given him a different buzz than the last time, like if it had awakened something inside him. Suddenly, everyone flew into a dream-like trance.
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Somewhere in another dimension (or some shit like that)…

The group was still in their large circle, but something was different. Inuyasha had involuntarily transformed into his demonic form with a large cleaving sword that had an extremely powerful energy emitting from it, Kagome‘s appearance was the same except for the glowing bow and arrow she now held in her hand, Sango was dressed in pink and black slayer armor with an ENORMOUS boomerang at her side, Miroku had on a traditional Buddhist monk’s robe and now wielded a monk‘s staff, as for Dieter, he still had his suit on, but had a 50 caliber Mini Gun composed of pure energy, hoisted on his shoulder.
Slaughter had changed totally, his hair in long neon blue and black spikes with three lip piercings and two eyebrow rings on his left brow. He wore a black long-sleeved shirt that had a Marijuana plant on it with a caption under the picture saying “Authorized Distributor” and a sweet ass trench coat that had leather straps going all the way down from the top of his chest to his knees. His pants were bondage pants made with black jean material and littered with chains and buckles having a couple rips at the front and back of knees. The finger armor on his pointer and thumb held up a freshly rolled joint as he took a little puff and looked them all over, “My plan has come together, you all have realized your true selves. Dieter, you are a Runic Gunner (User of magical firing weapons) ,Miroku, as you can see, you are a Buddhist monk, Sango, a demon slayer, Kagome you are a priestess which you probably already know. And Inuyasha…YOU are a half dog demon.”
Inuyasha sighed and stood up, “So what the hell are you supposed to be, then Mr. Know It All?” He sneered.
Zach flicked off some ashes from the joint and stared at Inuyasha, “Well…I wasn’t trying to be anything when I wore this clothing except myself but besides that… you could say I am an ultimate vampire or Vamp of Hades. Unlike most vampires who consume only one life force according to their type (Blood, Soul, Energy), I feed off of all three. And…with the super strength and speed received from drinking a victim’s blood, the superior mind abilities of drawing out the soul, and the extremely powerful magic from stealing a victim’s energy, I can bend reality in the matter of milliseconds!”
Inuyasha thought this whole thing was hilarious as he snatched Slaughter’s joint and sucked down the last of it, throwing the roach in his pocket, “If you are so HIGH and mighty then let’s see a demonstration, asshole.”
Zachary laughed even harder than Inuyasha as he swished his hand toward the band members of Shattered Boundries, causing them to begin to fade out until nothing was left of them but their souls floating in midair which he quickly absorbed. The group let out sickened and disgusted cries, “HOW CAN YOU DO THAT, YOU FUCKING MONSTER!” Sango screamed, demanding an answer.
Kagome’s eyes began to tear, “I can’t believe you would kill your band members, your friends! You’re a beast of hell and nothing else!”
Slaughter looked down at the ground as his blue tips fall in front of his face and he let out an insane spine-tingling kind of laughter, “They are nothing but pure energy…why do you show compassion and anger for a couple of my living holograms?”
Inuyasha lifted his eyebrow, “YOUR living holograms? You mean…you created them?” Zach sighed and nodded. “What was your reason, then?”
“I created them with my Illusion Magic (Defensive magic used to confuse the target with solid lifelike images) to distract the press since global news networks like CNN were getting wind about my drug industries in Holland. Those bastards came to my house and started asking questions. One reporter even fucking tried to break into one of my factories, that’s how heavy they were on me. Then, I created Shattered Boundries. It had four members who were druggies, felons, and all-around fucked up people…and then there was me. Ever since the band was formed, no one knew where or who I was anymore. The only example I made of myself was a badass metal singer, and that’s about it. Anyway, when we would show to play somewhere, I would usually disappear right after we finished and they’d cover for me. They were my personal scapegoats for a long time, but soon I had to start making more and more appearances and sell a hell of a lot more drugs. Because of that, before long many began wondering if I really was the drug supplier for more than half the world.”
The group finally understood what Slaughter was talking about, but what they didn’t understand was how they were of any importance at all to this powerful man. Just then, the walls began caving in and out faster and faster, changing colors here and there. Tunnels appeared with swirling circles overlapping and spinning like thousands of cyclones inside, these circles were also filled with psychedelic colors that made the mind endlessly wander…Then…nothing…
The visualization suddenly vanished as the backstage area came into view again, causing Miroku to cry out in relief, “I CAN SEE AGAIN, THANK THE GODS!” Zach laughed a bit and stood up, lighting another joint, as did Inuyasha.
“It’s time to leave…since you all have realized your true selves.”
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End of Chapter… ::sigh:: Drug trips... -your friendly neighborhood stoner, Rob