InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Psychosis ❯ Deals With The Devil ( Chapter 7 )

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

Disclaimer: I don’t own any Inuyasha characters, they belong to the anime genius Rumiko Takahashi, although I do own every other character in this story so yeah…
Oh yeah…this is the longest chapter so far and has lots of important information with some bullshit sandwiched in between…enjoy…. ;)
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Inuyasha opened his eyes and was immediately thrust into another crazy dream…
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The smell of brimstone, accompanied by burning flesh and hair caused his incredibly sensitive nose to go berserk. When he opened his eyes, he saw steaming hot coals covering what used to be the forest floor and ENORMOUS fire spitting smokestacks, each about as high as Mt Everest that were as numerous as the trees in the real world. The small creeks and ponds that littered the woods had vanished, now, wide open space engulfed platforms that dotted over and across a source of extreme heat. When Inuyasha looked into the bottom of the canyon, a blast of hotness caught him in the face and it felt as if his eyebrows were going to burn away. But surprisingly, they didn’t. This perplexed him, because at the very foot of the platforms and the smokestacks…and…well…pretty much everything else in the area, flowed a river of magma that glowed brighter than a supernova. The insanely high temperature that emanated from this river of molten rock was enough to encase any man or woman, no matter how noncombustible they may be, in a blanket of flames, although the base of this area was about five miles down. The dog demon scratched his head, “This is fucking weird…it feels as if I should be burning to death…but there is no pain and I am not being incinerated. This place has got to be Hell…no doubt about that. But if I’m dead and I’m here…then why the fuck am I not in horrible agony?!” After saying this aloud, Inuyasha kind of felt stupid, thinking he had been speaking to himself. (Even though it’s healthy to do it once in awhile…or…all the time…)
Just then, a deep voice roared and rushed from all directions, “You’re correct about one thing, kid…you definitely ARE in My domain. And although I WISH WITH ALL MY FUCKING MIGHT that I could make you suffer for the people you have carelessly murdered…I can’t. This world you stand in now is as real to you as cartoons on earth television…it’s like an illusion, but with more informative purposes.”
Inuyasha lifted his left eyebrow and looked around, trying to find where the voice was coming from, “So…what the fuck do you have to say, then? You ain’t being really ’informative’ right now!” Taunted the hanyou in an ill-mannered way.
Chains of ear-shattering explosions erupted from the burning pits below and the owner of the voice finally made Himself visible. He wore a black gigantic cast iron mask that covered most of His face, except the four multicolored eyes whose gaze pierced straight into Inuyasha’s soul at first sight, and the enormous misplaced canines that twisted and overhung on the outside of his mouth. The owner of the voice’s ears were on top of his head like the hanyou’s, but goat ears instead of a dog‘s. His arms bulged out a mile wide each while He flexed, His titanic height reaching at least nine miles high into the smoke and fire that billowed from the rock chimneys. This greatly astounded Inuyasha because of the fact that the Dark Lord had stayed hidden so easily in a huge environment that was still too tiny for Him. The evil behemoth spitefully snapped suddenly, “Insolent little half breed…your arrogance hasn’t gone unnoticed while you were on Earth, keep the shit up and you’ll be suffering fifty times as bad as you’re going to already when you get sent down here. Anyway, your reason to be here now is because I need to strike a deal with you.”
The half-demon’s eyebrow went higher, “ We can do without the fucking racial slurs, shit-for-brains. Hmm…this IS interesting…the Evil One Himself wants to make a deal with ME? I don’t believe I liked your tone earlier…don’t you think some apologies are in order before I help you out?” The cockiness was thick in his voice.
“Look motherfucker…I didn’t want to ask you in the first place…but one of my minions turned on me and I fear the other is about to be killed by the traitor. And on top of that, you’re the strongest creature alive or dead that possesses the foresight ability, that’s why I’m able to talk to you right now. Zachary Slaughter has taken unimaginable power from me…and it seems he has taken something from you as well…or should I say…someone?”
The dog boy’s eyes opened as wide as they could go and he smiled sadistically, “You want me to kill Zach, don’t you?”
“Actually…don’t give him that much humanity by using the word ‘kill’, in fact, think of it simply as returning to me what is mine and exterminating a hindering pest.”
Inuyasha sighed, “And my payment is what?” Constant chattering really pissed the hanyou off and it was obvious the Devil knew, but still didn’t care.
“Getting back what is yours as well…why? Do you expect any other rewards?” He answered, now annoyed too, even though He knew the half-demon was going to ask such a question.
He nodded, “Actually, there’s two things I want. One…I want to be a full dog demon, I’m tired of being called a fucking half breed. And two…you can have all the shit you loaned the punk ass…but…every other bit of magic he owns…is MINE. Even the things he stole from others. The first demand needs to be fulfilled as of right now, you can wait with the other one until I kill that bastard (don‘t really have any choice, right?).”
Hades sat for about five minutes, talking and thinking to Himself until finally speaking, “FINE…it’s all I can do with my limited amount of power, but cross me and the pure youkai blood running through your veins will devour you. Remember…either way, if you die anytime soon before you finish the job, whether you repent or not, you’re still going to show up here and be tortured for an eternity. Plus, your friends are going to suffer violent and horrible deaths.” With that, he extended his hand towards the now full demon.
The youkai transformed into a gigantic silver dog with golden eyes, this form actually comparing to the colossal creature that stood there with his hand stretched out, and protracted his massive paw as well, “Please. I have no fucking friends, let them suffer anyway…” After the deal had been closed, the demon’s vision began to blur and he had suddenly awakened back on the forest floor. But for some reason, as he tried to get up, he was pushed back down to the ground by some unseen force. When he had hit the dirt again, all he saw this time was darkness, but in the shadows, a voice kept repeating itself by saying the following words, “This is just a test…to tempt your evil within…” Over and over again, these words were said until he had finally opened his eyes once more…
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In a strange place, the next morning:

Inuyasha threw himself forward, but was dragged back by titanium chains that were latched on to a hardwood chair, “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! LET ME GO OR I’LL TEAR MY WAY OUT OF THESE PIECE OF SHIT RESTRAINTS MYSELF!” The monster growled warningly.
A calm and gentle voice replied to him, “Ease it down, son. We found you over by where that horrible accident happened with that SWAT van, when we picked you up, you were thrashing and growling in your sleep so we were forced to put you in chains. We aren’t trying to be a threat.” An old woman stood in front of Inuyasha wearing a warming smile. She reached over slowly, her hands shaking, and undid the chains that bound the youkai to the chair, stepping back cautiously. But Inuyasha did not attack, just stood there and stared, not sure what to say.
Finally, he said something, it wasn’t the best thing to say, but oh well. He looked at the old woman and sighed, “Sorry…I sometimes tend to try and kill people who wake me up when I don‘t want to be awake.” The dog demon apologized and said casually. The senior lady made a strange face, but only for a split second.
When she was making the strange look, the youkai could hear her mutter under her breath, “Got to be nice to our guest…no matter how weird he is…” She whispered to herself, not intending to be in auditory range.
The woman called into the kitchen for someone, “Kids, come meet our guest!” Two voices answered in unison.
“COMING!” The kids yelled excitedly. When Inuyasha looked up to where he had heard the voices sound off and saw a girl that looked to be about a ten year old and a boy that seemed as if he were at least nine. The young girl was wearing a dress and bowed in courtesy when finally coming into sight of the peculiar man.
“Hello sir, my name is Tehiko Shizuki and this is my little brother, Gyuko Shizuki. You looked very sick when we found you, grandma and grandpa made you all better!” Exclaimed Tehiko.
The boy looked a little scared and simply waved, trying not to bring too much attention to himself.
Inuyasha closed his eyes and smiled at them both, “Hello there Tehiko…you too Gyuko…I thank you all for saving me…I just wish I knew what happened.” He spoke softly, trying to keep himself calm. A small old man who was crouched down, probably from a bad back, walked into the room and answered the youkai’s question.
“I looked the van over for quite some time before we left the scene, something caved the gas tank in with great force and it exploded…someone could’ve crashed into it and caused the gas to combust, but…there’d be another destroyed vehicle. Do you remember ANYTHING about the accident? Anything that can clue me to what went on?”
Inuyasha shook his head, although he knew damn well exactly what had happened. It all flashed through his head like a movie on fast forward…starting with the death of the sixteen year old and ending with Jeishua’s. He couldn’t get the screams of agony coming from the SWAT platoon or the kid in the woods out of his head. Every one of those men died doing their job, and the kid did absolutely nothing to the youkai except for running his mouth. That poor wannabe stoner kid was the second to be murdered by Inuyasha’s hand, yet it had seemed he killed many thousands before him. In some ways, the dog demon was proud of the carnage he had caused, but the fallen Guardian’s advice still seared itself into his brain. “So…” He thought to himself, “If I let evil rule me, then I will become a slave to ferocity…but it’d be worth it, I’d do anything to kill Slaughter. Besides, I’m a full demon now anyway, I can’t be swallowed by my pure youkai blood…”
While the strange kid was lost in thought, the old guy snapped him back into reality, “HEY! YOU! I was asking you a question, son! Do you or do you not remember anything about the accident? Or was it an accident at all?”
Inuyasha shrugged, “Sorry, I was thinking about it real hard and got lost in thought. I believe I hit my head or something, so it could’ve given me a case of amnesia, that may be why I’m not recalling anything.”
The elderly man sighed, “It’s okay, I’m sure it was a traumatic experience for you, but do you at least remember your own name?”
The dog demon looked up towards him and nodded slowly, “Call me Inuyasha…Inuyasha…Saagashi…you?” Saagashi? He’s made up stupider names… Ha…better than Shiinjishi, though…always better…
Slowly, the guy glanced up at the dog boy’s ears and back down at him, “Hmm…well…the name’s Kanjuko Shizuki, but everyone just calls me Grandpa Shizuki, you can too, if you like. And this is my wife, Keliko Shizuki”
The youkai noticed this and blatantly announced, “Yeah, I realize this already, I do have fucking dog ears. So what? I’m a freak of nature, DEAL WITH IT or kick me out of here!” The boy demanded.
Grandpa Shizuki sighed, “Son…in this house, we don‘t judge…deformity and anything similar are ugly words of spite and discrimination that are not to be used here. So no matter what problems you think you have with yourself, we could really give a damn!”
Suddenly, a warming sensation confused and distraught him. Even when he was living at home with his adopted family, Inuyasha was never accepted as a human being, half human, or whatever the fuck he was at that time. Basically, all his family did was pay attention to their own needs, like getting drunk and stoned, oh yeah and slinging can’t forget that, but if they weren’t worrying about themselves, they were worrying about the big success of his stuck-up prick-of-a-brother, Sesshomaru, who struck it rich when he was sent to business school as a child prodigy at the age of twelve and invented a suit that could completely prevent pressure from reaching a human (or demon) body for up to three and a half miles underwater. He also invented a type of air tank that pulls water through a vent in the neck of the mask and stores the hydrogen particles in a compartment that can be let loose with a switch, letting off a loud bang which propels the user a little bit, yet keeps in the oxygen and allows the wearer to breath normally without much risk of decompression. (Tell you the truth, I’m just bullshitting, I have no idea if this is already around, but oh well that’s why it’s a fucking fan FICTION, right?) Sure…it was useful…but his foster parents should’ve paid attention to him at least a little bit…it probably would have at least stalled the type of person he was to become…
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Eight year old Inuyasha sits in his seventeen year old foster sister, Ayame’s room and is watching television. For a couple weeks now, he had seen his sister as she entered her room with a couple of friends and sat down on the bed, pulling out a clear glass “stick” with a blackened glass ball at the end. The person with the “stick” burned the black ball at the end for a long time with a lighter possessing a HUGE flame and made the room fill with a thick, odd smelling smoke. The emissions that had been coming from this mysterious stick were different than any other type of smoke he had ever caught a whiff of. Little Inuyasha’s foster dad always had a trail of dense, greenish-yellow fog that smelled strangely of skunk following him wherever he went. And his foster mom always had a nasty bluish-white haze that hovered around her as she relaxed in her comfortable arm chair. These two smelled strong and little Inu could barely breathe in the house, he himself feeling as if the smoke combined to try and strangle him in his sleep. With the new type of pollution that was clouding up Ayame’s room, it had felt there was yet another presence that was after his life. Now, he sat alone, basking and unable to get away from the weird stench that floated around his older sister’s room. While watching an old anime cartoon, he got overexcited and knocked a pillow off the bed revealing the “stick” sitting there, a big-flamed lighter and a baggie of whitish-yellow rock looking things joining it. Picking up the “stick” right away, he immediately got the idea. The young demon wasn’t that bright then, but was smart enough to know how his foster dad smoked a pipe.
He had a chance to be cool like his “father” and held the pipe in the palm of his hand, then lifted the large flame to the top of the “stick” and burned the hell out of himself, “OW! SON OF A MOTHERFUCKING BITCH!” The eight-year-old cried, turning off the lighter and trying again. This time, he flicked it and held the flame underneath the ball while breathing in as hard as he could, remembering how his sister did it. The flame sparked a resonated substance on the inside of the pipe and sent him coughing and gagging, and even begging for more. He hated it because of its odd and horrible smell, but loved it at the same time. The feeling it gave him was SENSATIONAL and for some reason, the stuff made him want to take another hit, and so he did. After smoking and smoking on the glass pipe again and again for about ten minutes, the high he kept getting left and he figured there was no more in it. So he turned toward the bag with the yellowish stones and pulled one out, dropping it in the pipe and hitting it again. This time, a new high came, a WAY more powerful one at that, too. Little Inuyasha gagged uncontrollably and rolled off the bed, hacking and wheezing until finally catching his breath. Suddenly, a hand latched onto his throat and picked him up, slamming the poor kid’s body into the wall.
“Bad thing to do, little boy. Do you realize whose YAYO you’re fucking with?” She questioned, a terrifying evil building up in her voice.
Little Inuyasha was fried out of his mind on the stupid shit, it completely sending his mind into a different world. All he did was stare blankly at his sister, who roared in a blind rage. She was now furious beyond any human emotion, her cocaine hunger fueling the hatred she now felt for her younger brother. Her eyes went from an ice blue to a blood red, then continued to widen and go to a pearl white, her pupils vanishing. Numerous indigo colored veins pulsed in her cheeks and under her eyes, spotting all over her face like a bluish-purple spider web. Ayame picked her younger brother up by the throat and smashed his frail body into the ground with all her might. When the poor child hit the ground, a loud breaking noise echoed through the whole upstairs area. Inuyasha tried bracing himself by putting his arms out in front of him, but shattered them both entirely when they touched the ground. That explained the cracking sound. Just then, a voice was heard outside the room..
“What are you doing to brother?” Questioned little Shippo, another sibling that was adopted from a different family. He began to wail uncontrollably, getting the attention of their foster parents. The burned out teenager noticed that her mom and dad were coming upstairs but it was obvious she could really give a shit. This was confirmed as she took the boy by both of his broken arms and bounced his skull off the bed post over and over again. This continued for a minute or two while six year old Shippo watched in horror as his older brother was getting his face smashed in, all of the eight year old’s strength going into keeping himself alive.. Then, like a superhero getting to the scene of a train wreck a few moments too late, they stared on and gazed upon the carnage that was unleashed while they were down stairs. The crack crazed girl stood there, covered in fresh, warm blood that also sprayed the floors, walls, bed post, television, bed, and pretty much everything else in her room. The crack pipe, rocks, and lighter sat out in the open and the two foster parents spotted them right away. Out of the blue, the foster mother charged in and threw the teenager to the floor, blasting her over and over again in the face.
“HOW FUCKING DARE YOU EVER BRING THAT SHIT IN MY HOUSE AGAIN!” She hissed, beaming the fuck out of Ayame. The young woman’s blood was now covering her room as well, one of her permanent teeth being totally knocked out of her head. Basically, all the two were concerned about was the fact that Ayame was smoking and possessing crack in their house. Their foster father sighed and shook his head.
“You got your ass beat brutally last time, did you think you were going to get a lighter beating this time, or did you just think you could get away with it?” There was no answer from the girl, nothing except bubbling and gurgling.
Shippo began to cry even harder as he saw his older sister lying in a puddle of blood, a little pool building up in her mouth as she stared on up towards her ceiling. The broken Inuyasha lay motionless against the wall, blood leaking out the back of his dome. Both parents shook their heads, slowly approaching the doorway at the same time. “Thank you for alarming us Shippo…you shall be rewarded tomorrow. As for you two…you, Inuyasha, need to learn to be more like your big brother, Sesshomaru, he was such a good kid and never fought with Ayame. You also need to learn to not get into people’s stuff, now I think you were deserving of the injuries you received tonight. And Ayame…NEVER BRING ANY DRUG INTO MY HOUSE EVER AGAIN!” Warned the mother. “You got what you deserve as well…” Shippo approached the two when the parents had left the room and flipped them on their sides so they wouldn’t drown in their own blood.
After sobbing to himself for about two and a half hours, the poor child cried himself to sleep, lying next to his two red-soaked siblings.
When Inuyasha awoke the next morning, the alarm clock next to him saying it was about six o’ clock, suddenly shocked at the fact that there was no blood anywhere in the room, Ayame and Shippo being scarce as well. He slowly attempted to stand, but his knees gave out and he dropped back down. “What’s going on out there?” The eight year old thought to himself as he stumbled to the door. It was locked, but he grabbed the door handle, trying with all his might to open it, to his surprise it did, but not without the door handle falling off! He limped as fast as he could down the hallway and tripped right when he made it to the top of the stairs. The wounds on his body were mostly gone, except for some small bruises…which really baffled him because of the horrid damage he received the night before...not to mention that his broken arms were both healed! He stayed in one spot because for some reason, something told him to sit tight and wait. Just then, there came a knock at the door that startled him a bit, but he lay quiet and observed.
Inuyasha witnessed his father go to the door and answer it, “Ah Deputy Hokoro and Officer Yanmati, you’re here very early. I guess when you do what I do, business hours can be crazy. What can I get you two this fine morning?” Standing before him were two policemen, one was about 6’8 having dark brown hair and a very muscular build, and the other possessed red hair being 5’11 and having a kind of stocky build. Both of the law enforcers had a white dried up substance caked around their noses, their eyes were droopy and it was obvious they had been up all night. Their squad car was parked at the end of the long driveway and it had appeared there was someone inside, but the foster father didn’t really pay any attention to this. Finally, one of the officers spoke.
“Yes Mr. Oniwa, it is pretty early but we didn’t sleep a wink. But how about we get right on to business, shall we? Let’s have a couple balls of that killer snow and five grams of your best ice. I’m feeling like a fiend today.” The red haired policeman stated.
The brown haired guy scanned the area quickly and flashed a stack of cash, putting it away again. “We snagged it off a drunk last night, seems the fool won the lottery and tried to spend it all on booze. One drink led to another and the moron got in a fight with some psychotic kid, got his ass kicked, and well…his money somehow disappeared. Anyway, that’s not important how we got it, there’s about nine hundred fifty dollars there so make sure that shit is top notch, I wanna be feeling my buzz for days.”
Mr. Shiinjishi nodded, “Don‘t worry, I picked up the powder on a direct line from Thailand…believe it or not, they’re famous for more than just bud and opium, man! Either way, my man Shurkey had to fly it over here on his private jet so its definitely grade a. And as far as the ice goes, come inside and take a toke, see for yourselves. Oh, you two know the routine, I hold your guns while the deal is made. Nothing personal, just safety precautions.”
Both cops smiled in agreement and handed the dealer their weapons, starting to head inside, but Hokoro, the brown haired guy, stopped, “Oh yeah, there’s another reason we stopped by at this time. Earlier, at about 3:30, Yanmati and I were STATIONED a couple blocks away from The Staggering Wyvern (bar) and we were finishing up our last few lines when our scanner went off. Dispatch said some officers needed backup at the bar, and that there was a possible PCP related case going on there. So we went and checked it out, expecting to find a bunch of junkies raising hell, but instead, we find one kid standing around eight bar patrons and three fellow officers from a different squad that were all lying motionless at his feet. I got out of the car, hitting him with a spotlight and tried to talk to the evil looking kid. It must’ve set something off because as soon as I did that, he let out a hellish snarl and leapt into the air on top of me. He probably would’ve ripped my throat out, had Yanmati not blasted the son of a bitch in the back of the head with a bean bag gun. Anyways, here…” The enormous crooked cop handed the dealer a small vial filled with a clear liquid,. “We did a field test, turns out the kid WAS on PCP and that’s what this shit is…”
Shiinjishi cocked his eye at them, but took it in his hand and placed the little glass bottle filled with hallucinogenic fluid in his pocket anyway (drugs are drugs), “How the hell does this affect me? Were you hoping to get a discount or something if you brought me this?”
Yanmati shook his head slowly, pointing out towards the car, “Incidentally, we were going to take this kid straight to jail since he was possessing such hard drugs and caused so much carnage, but he said he lived here…” This caused the dealer to jerk his neck out towards the squad car as he narrowed his eyes, trying to see who it was in the backseat. It was no use, the two backside windows were tinted and the person’s details could not be identified. “We didn’t believe him at first,” The red headed dope fiend continued, “But he was persistent about it so we finally brought him here, hoping to kill two birds with one stone…”Shiinjishi stared them both down, “What does this kid look like? The tinted windows are making it impossible for me to see.”
“He’s got long blue hair, three red tattooed slashes on the left cheek that look like they were carved in, a crescent moon tattooed on his forehead, and has silver colored eyes. He was wearing a big puffy jacket with a huge tuft of fur on the collar and it seemed like it would slow someone down, yet he moved so quickly…” Deputy Hokoro was cut off by the now annoyed foster father.
“Yeah, that’s my son, Sesshomaru, alright…well…bring em’ in and we’ll sort this out.” He went inside and left the door open, moments later, the two officers followed with Sesshomaru in handcuffs. Everyone sat down in the living room and stayed silent for quite some time, the Mrs. Shiinjishi sitting with them as well. Finally, Sesshomaru was the first to speak, “I don’t know why I was arrested, those people came after me and I stopped them, it’s self defense. I shouldn’t even be in handcuffs right now…” On cue, the policemen unlocked the cuffs on Sess’s wrists.
Inuyasha was expecting his father to reach over and sock the cocky teenager in the eye, but no swings came, nothing was thrown, and to the eight year old’s dread, there wasn’t even yelling. Mr. Shiinjishi handed the brown haired policeman a pipe not too different from the one Ayame had been beaten up for having and watched the man drop in a tiny chunk of something that looked slightly different than what his sister had. The lighter came underneath the stick, just like before, but it gave a different smell that made Inuyasha sick to his stomach. The stench was so bad that he almost threw up from the top of the stairs, but composed himself and kept watching. The big cop exhaled and smiled as his pupils got big, “Damn…this shit IS great…” He remarked as he laid back and relaxed into the couch he was sitting in. Suddenly, he jumped up and started crying out in surprise, this dude was fucking TWEAKING. “WOAHOHO!!!” He bellowed, falling off the couch. Shiinjishi began cackling and handed a chunk to Yanmati as well.
“I’m telling you guys, this shit ain’t no joke! Now lets see that cash, gentlemen!” Right when the foster father spoke, Yanmati’s pupils dilated and he let out a strange, but satisfied coo.
“You ain‘t joking dog…Jesus H. Christ….” Dismayed, the cop exhaled and threw the dope dealer a wad of cash, the money barely making it to its destination “All there…count it if ya want fool…”
Oniwa Shiinjishi shrugged and turned towards his older son, “It’s straight, I trust you guys…now Sesshomaru…we gotta fucking talk…!”
Inuyasha jumped with excitement, “This is it…” he thought. “Sesshomaru got arrested and now he’s gonna get his ass kicked by Dad!” But once again, the surprises piled in.
Four fifty dollar bills were thrown his way and the disturbed teenager grinned viciously, “Thanks dad, I promise to never use drugs again…HONEST!” The kid had the smile of a serial killer.
Shiinjishi rolled his eyes, “Alright you little berserker, quit milking it! Thanks for making sure they choose Oniwa Shiinjishi as their ‘main man’, understand boy?” His son just nodded coolly and stuffed the cash away. “But I’m gonna hold onto the Phencyclidine (PCP)…now go grab two balls of powder and five vials for me, son!”
Sesshomaru saluted his dad and hurried out of the room, returning shortly with two baseball sized bags of white powder and five glass vials of the same shit the two cops were smoking. After coming back, he threw the materials on the couch.
Most people would NEVER let their children be put in this environment, but Mrs. Shiinjishi wasn’t many people! To make a long story short, she was terrified of Oniwa. The man brought millions of tax-free dollars a year into her house and before he had moved in, she was prostituting herself for lodging and drug money, but he put an end to that when they got married. Just as long as she kept her fucking mouth shut! So the woman just sat there and let her husband dehumanize her and the kids, make large scale dope deals in their house, and even allow their eldest son to use heavy drugs…just as long as she got her drugs, cigarettes, food, and a place to stay. Ayame, however was the UNLUCKIER one and had repetitively stolen drugs from her foster father, which had her severely stomped many a time.
So anyway, the wench just sat, quiet…afraid that another one of her ribs might be kicked in by Oniwa! Suddenly, Inuyasha’s cover was blown as he could not stand the aroma of the junk the policemen were smoking any longer and let out a loud, vomit laced, hacking cough! Oniwa turned angrily towards the staircase and let the crooked pigs out of his sight for just a moment. “YOU USELESS SON OF A BITCH! DON’T EVER INTRUDE ON MY BUSINESS YOU LITTLE WEAK ASS, NO PURPOSED NUT STAIN!” Instantaneously, when Shiinjishi had turned his back, Hokoro and Yanmati had drawn their side arms and pulled the drug dealer into handcuffs, both of their secondary Berettas drawn and pushed to the back of his head! “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING YOU DIRTY DOPED OUT DOUBLE CROSSING PAIR OF PORK N’ BEANS!!!” Oniwa snapped, trying to swing backwards at the two officers, but not striking either of them.
Hokoro got all worked up from a combination of the tweak and their upcoming promotion from nabbing one of Japan’s most wanted drug dealers as he pistol whipped the man, “Shut your grimy lips up before I shoot em off your face and permanently keep you silent, got it bitch? Now…back to business…” Hokoro bent over and slid out the money from Shiinjishi’s pants pocket, “Arigato…now let us get right down to our TRUE BUSINESS! Mr. Shiinjishi Oniwa…you are now under arrest for sixty counts of large scale oversea drug trafficking, twenty seven counts of child abuse, twenty counts of first degree murder, eight counts of second degree murder, fifteen counts of conspiracy to murder, ten counts of large scale manufacturing, a hundred seventy counts of possession of illegal drugs, and finally…a grand theft auto warrant about three years old…every single one of these charges will be proved in the court of law with enough substantial evidence backing them…you know your rights…I’m sure…do I need to read you your Miranda Rights?” Hokoro smacked Shiinjishi again, this time heavier.
“Fuck you…piggy ass dirt mongers…!”
“Alright…that’s a yes…let‘s see…right to remain silent…blah blah blah…used against you in a court of law…blah blah blah…right to attorney…blah blah blah…there‘s your fucking Miranda Rights! So Mr. Shiinjishi…you got yourself quite a track record, you little dried up twat of a peddler. But yet with all that tax free cash spent, you still had enough to assist you in avoiding us all this time…well…at least that’s what we’re gonna tell HQ when we call in and explain that we were bringing back a kid to his family’s house after picking him up the night before and BOOM…there he was…the one of the largest dope dealers in Japan! Hiding on Kyushu…and one of our major islands nonetheless! They’re gonna ask why you’ve had your fingers and tongue cut to shreds and well…it’s really not that hard to cover our own asses cause we’ve been doing it for years! Ha…Yanmati…tell this sick bastard our little plan for his sorry hide!”
The red haired cop snickered cynically and turned toward the other two on the couch, cautiously approaching the guns on the counter, “Well…honestly Hokoro…I don’t think we should…I mean…if we do…we gotta kill the rest of the family as well. Oh fuck it…ain’t nobody gonna believe em’ anyway, for God’s sakes, we’re on the force! Alright…they’ll be thinking you got caught up in your debts and was attacked, then silenced by one of your boy Shurkey’s men. Complexly brilliant, I know!” Yanmati thought they were both hot shit. But their high horses were about to be yanked from underneath them and pride was about to be the noose around their necks!.
Slowly, Inuyasha had began to inch down the stairs, “Uncle Shurkey?” He whispered as he slowly made his way towards the situation as Sesshomaru had met eyes with him when the young boy watched his older brother draw a box cutter, disappear out of sight behind the distracted policemen, and wait for instructions. Then, like clockwork, Shiinjishi hacked out a soft, almost inaudible sound that made Sesshomaru’s ears perk up. The red haired cop went finally to grab the weapons on the countertop, blinded by narcissistic pride that would prove to be his coffin stuffing moment. Then, out of nowhere, Hokoro looked around, startled, still holding onto Oniwa, “WAIT! Where the fuck’s the psycho Shiinjishi boy?!” Oniwa squeaked the word ‘now’ and signaled his eldest son.
Sesshomaru jumped on Yanmati’s back, tensing every muscle in his upper body and allowing the razor sharp blade of the box cutter to glide through the dirty cop’s throat muscles, windpipe, and veins! He yelped out one brittle yap for assistance, but met an end swiftly and with lots of blood. Enthralled by the savagery, the teen gave into his evil tendencies and howled as he began tearing the dead policeman to pieces! Hokoro speedily turned his head to find his partner murdered beyond recognition, but just laughed and held Oniwa with one hand and aimed his gun with the other, “Die abomination!” The tall cop exclaimed, pulling the weapon’s trigger four times, not hitting their target once! Alarmingly enough, the vehement boy had vanished, but as Hokoro turned his attention back to Oniwa Shiinjishi…he would find the handcuffs still in his hand. Just one terrifyingly horrible fact would mean his downfall…Shiinjishi was gone. Out of the blue, the dealer leapt on the cop’s back and tied his arms around the shady officer’s throat, attempting to break his neck! And he started to succeed until the policeman swung his head backwards into the criminal’s nose and fired three more shots ahead of himself. For some reason, probably the drugs, Mrs. Shiinjishi had not moved from her place on the couch, just stared off into the distance. And Inuyasha still observed from the bottom of the staircase, but was petrified…unable to move.
Sesshomaru had a taste for blood now and was not going to stay satisfied until he got more! The shape of his body seemed to mutate into an animal-like form and he was moving slickly on all fours, bouncing from wall to wall, trying to surround Hokoro. But the brown haired officer chortled unpleasantly and hurriedly grabbed a loaded pistol closest to him, “LET’S TRY THIS ONE MORE TIME MOTHERFUCKERS!” He screeched, turning the pistol backwards on the recovering Oniwa, hoping to disable him, but instead, blew the bastard’s head all over the front door! “Goddamn it! THERE GOES MY PROMOTION!” Exclaimed Hokoro. After that, the man turned around and saw Sesshomaru trucking towards him so he emptied the clip. In that time period, Sesshomaru had hopped to the couch, picked up Mrs. Shiinjishi, and threw her towards Hokoro! Right when this happened, lead slammed into the foster mother’s gullet and she smashed into a wall, sliding down and covering the wall with her scarlet.
This finally snapped Inuyasha out of his daze as the eight year old zoomed towards Hokoro, colliding with a right haymaker, then a flying roundhouse, followed by a fifteen hit left and right fist combo that butchered the officer of the peace’s facial features in midair. When Inuyasha was sure Officer Hokoro was down, he picked up the gun and reloaded it, then pumped a clip into the heavily beaten pig! He sat down suddenly in front of his foster mother’s body and began weeping overpoweringly!
Mrs. Shiinjishi opened her eyes and slowly sat upward, holding one of the larger holes in her abdomen that was pouring out red profusely, “Inu…Yasha…my son…there is no reason to weep anymore…your family has been freed of Oniwa’s evil. Forgive me son…please…find it in your heart to forgive me! I let the material world consume my soul…so much that I let what was most precious to me…fade away until it was too late! Little one…always remember that I love every one of you…and that it was not your fault…that man could turn almost anyone bad…and I’m not too great a person to begin with. But you…my son…you avoided the malevolence of Oniwa until now…despite all his abuse and favoritism of Sesshomaru…you still showed love to him! And now…you are to know who you truly are! All four of you children have a very unusual bloodline! Your parents were de…” Before she could finish, Sesshomaru had grabbed the woman up by the neck and separated her head from her spine, then let the body hit the floor!
“I think we’ll have enough of that, don’t you agree…my dear little brother?” A look of mental sickness overwhelmed in the teenager’s eyes. “I believe you will find out later in life what that whore was going to tell you! Or…maybe you become my lackey and follow everything I say…perhaps you will maybe work for me when you learn some of my ways…and your past? Come on kid…it‘s a trail for guaranteed success!” He held his blood soaked hand out to help Inuyasha off his knees. “Besides…why would you listen to what that bitch told you anyway…she didn’t love us…she loved the money we brought in by her taking care of us…that slut never had to work a day in her life since laying on her back doesn’t count as a real job…” A sinister curve welded itself upon his face, “And Oniwa the same…that son of a bitch tried to work me bone dry but now look what that prick got! Well bro…it’s your decision…are you coming? Or am I gonna have to rip your fucking kidneys out?!” After Sesshomaru’s words, Inuyasha felt something inside him drastically change, like a whole new world of knowledge flooded his brain.
There was silence for a few moments…then a low growl sounded off…murmured at first…then escalated into a sharp, shrieking snarl, “YOU LOWLIFE PIECE OF UNWASHED RUTHLESS SLUDGE!” The boy cried, smacking his brother’s hand to the side, then putting up his hands into a stance. “Lets fucking go, fool…gimme what you got…unless you scared an eight year old will whoop your ass!”
The sick look on Sess’s face changed into an unstable one as his body morphed once more, this time Inuyasha unconsciously doing the same, “Hm…worthless…I suppose half breeds like you don’t see the beauty of murder and mayhem…I simply assisted you by taking that wench out! And now I’m giving you the chance of a fucking lifetime! I am the sole owner of a multibillion dollar business at the age of sixteen and yet you still turn me down?…Alright you foolish half mortal get ready to burn for your verdict!” This wasn’t a time anymore for talking…as Inuyasha found out pretty fast.
Sesshomaru stepped into a stance as well and pulled backwards with both fists closed tight, then forced forward, this attack struck his brother in the sternum and let out a loud crackle, but Inuyasha bounced back on his feet, recovered quick and took Sess’ legs out from underneath him! After taking his brother to the ground, Inu then grabbed the teen’s throat, spun him ruthlessly and sent him flying into the ceiling! The blue haired teen flew through the roof as part of the house caved in, but was nowhere near finished. Kicking off of the ceiling rafters, he used the momentum to put extra strength in a dive bomb directed right at his younger brother!
“You will never taste victory in battle against me ever again…may the Gods see to this…NOW BROTHER! MAY WE TAKE THIS HAND TO HAND COMBAT TO DEATH FOR THE HEAVENS SHALL KEEP ME IF I DIE BUT THE DEVIL WILL SNATCH YOU WHERE YOU STAND!” The boy stepped to the side and Sess crashed to the floor, scuffing him up a bit! Inuyasha’s face appeared like there was a grown man trapped within the child and Sesshomaru grew more and more dangerous by the moment!
“Why…WHY?! WHY IS EVERYTHING SO OBVIOUS AND OUT IN THE FUCKING OPEN…BUT YOU HAVE NO IDEA!…Oh no boy…you have no idea…there are so many things that you can do with yourself and when you find out one day……well if you live in this battle between you and I…..” Sess was thrown backwards, interrupting his little speech!
“Cut the shit talking you blue haired bitch!” Inuyasha hissed after shoulder checking Sesshomaru and then ducking behind the couch , arming himself with the last loaded pistol the two cops had. When he popped up, Sess was right in front, but the blue haired psycho underestimated the child! As Inuyasha was confronted with a crazed carnal beast of a used-to-be human, he thought only one thing….pull trigger…shoot a bullet…pull trigger again…shoot another bullet…repeat several times more…and so he followed through, catching the teenager three times, but none fatal! Crippling…but not fatal. Lead tore into Sesshomaru’s arm and blew it off into chunks, spattering the front window with ruby!
Stunned, Sess stumbled confoundedly grumbling inaudible words then finally spoke, “YOU’LL FUCKING PAY MUTT! I WILL EXECUTE YOU HERE AND NOW!” But blood cascaded from the sixteen year old’s left arm socket and there was disbelief in the teen’s eyes.
He still, however, ran forward, a steady flow of life pouring from his very large wound! This would’ve thrown a lot of people offset, but Sesshomaru wasn’t any normal being. His working arm extended claws that quickly raked across the rampant Inuyasha, who drew backwards for a second and howled out in anguish! “AH FUCK!!!!!! WASH YOUR GODDAMNED CLAWS!!!” The child taunted, surprisingly still conscious.
The skin around the young boy’s eyes, lips, and nose started to let off a putrid smelling smoke as it began to burn away, this just adding to the ire festering in the eight-year-old’s heart. “Game…set…and…MATCH!” Snarled Sesshomaru as he jabbed Inuyasha three times with his working arm and gave a high right sweeping kick that battered the boy’s left temple as the combo ended with a mean uppercut to his brother’s jaw!
Inu was jettisoned into a big screen television set and crashed through it, electricity buzzing and crackling everywhere around him! Astonishingly, he had arisen and threw the battered TV set towards the one armed menace. Sesshomaru struggled to block, but it was too much without the other arm! Stunned by blunt force trauma and heaps of broken glass, he slipped backwards on his own blood and got sideswiped by a large coffee table the eight year old now wielded, who then discarded it shortly after and spat at the now catatonic teen, “If you’re trying to play tennis dear brother…it seems the match has gone to me…!” Remarked Inuyasha as he dropped a heel on the bridge of Sesshomaru’s nose! The boy tore away rotting flesh on his own face and spit out a chunk of skin and blood still affected by the venom, “You know Sess…I’ve known for so long that you and I were different…and difference isn’t always a ruinous thing…but for us…it definitely is! Now burn while you rest…” Insanity cackled in Inuyasha’s voice as he spluttered mad gibberish towards his brother on the ground.
After assuring Sesshomaru was down, he ran into the garage and dumped gasoline on all the bodies, shivering a bit from all that had gone on! “Good Lord…please bless their souls as their mortal shells burn and may they make a safe passage to the afterlife…” He muttered, about ready to set it all ablaze. But something told him not to, so the eight year old ran to the back to check out the room his father had always banned him from. It was locked as always, but obviously, a domestic lock on a door was no match for a child that had just taken on a sixteen year old maniac and a drug using crooked cop, so he thought nothing of it before kicking the door in right underneath where the lock was. This broke the hinge and the door swung open!
It was dark inside, but there was a heavy stench of both the skunk smell that always followed his father and a disgusting lingering odor of cleaning products, and the smell from Ayame‘s yellowish rocks, but a bit less contaminated. When Inuyasha slid the closet doors open, his eyes gleamed. There were strange, chunky plants with fern-like leaves growing in lights fitted with red and green lenses! Scattered everywhere around the growing room were comforter bags filled to the brim with the thick, skunk smelling buds that appeared to have come off the plant. Then it hit him hard…this was the substance Oniwa smoked in a corncob pipe…for some reason, every time he’d smoke some in the pipe, the foster father seemed way friendlier and less prone to fights or arguments. Unable to contain himself, the boy found a pipe and lighter in the room, packed some of the buds in the smoking apparatus and lit it, inhaling slowly! Suddenly, he gasped for air, coughed hard, but then smiled bright shortly after. His pains disappeared but it felt natural, and the smell wasn’t bugging him as much anymore! Then, as he entered further into the little grow room, large sandwich baggies of white powder caught his eye and he picked one bag up, sniffing it and throwing the substance across the room, “This is the evil bullshit Ayame used…it is a depraved material and shall be burned along with this house!” The boy’s eyes still appeared different, as if he had changed into the same person…but far down the line in both age and understanding. His words were all spoken with such articulation that there would be no doubt in anyone’s mind that this child couldn’t possibly be eight years old…but his illumination to the world would end soon and it wouldn’t be until the age of seventeen when his life would gradually fill that gap until letting everything out at once.
Inuyasha stuffed a combination of the skunk bud bags and the powder bags into a large knapsack, slightly disappointed with himself, but he made a strict pact with himself right there in the room, “I will NEVER use this bullshit…and although it is worth an ass load of money…ah fuck it…” He pulled out what bags of powder he retrieved and dumped them out on the floor, “Fuck this travesty…I ain’t falling for it’s temptations, Lucifer…good try though!” He rattled, basically to himself.
After having his little “moment”, Inu moved further to the back of the wardrobe, where a series of tubes, jugs, and tanks were setting, giving off the most horrid stench he had ever come across, “And THIS….it is the revolting immorality that those two bastard policemen smoked…it is also evil…and appears to be a bit flammable…” A mischievous thought sparked a wicked smile that inched from ear to ear. “I like this idea better than gasoline…” He heard himself say in quite a barbarous manner.
After packing every bit of the buds he could get in his bag, Inuyasha robbed the house for every coin and bill he could find until sure that the residence was now broke. With a now soulless look in his eyes, he spoke fluently without emotion, “And so…the root of evil is placed upon the funeral pyre and scorched to prove we have no use for it…as we have the word of the Lord as our only true guide to freedom and eternal happiness…blessed be…amen…” After these eerie but yet angelic words, he tossed all the family’s money onto the body of his foster father, sighing and finally gaining back some of his emotions! But at the same time, he was still different…wiser…more aware…and something wasn’t sitting right with the kid. Then…his feelings were proved to be correct as the child realized…Sesshomaru’s body was gone. A voice had faded in somewhere above the roof, but had been weak and hardly threatening, making Inuyasha laugh out loud victoriously after the voice had finished..
“You will greatly pay when you fully awaken dear brother…no matter how long it takes…I’ve waited over five hundred years….another nine is seconds compared to that…but I assure you…it will happen…ready yourself until then…” With that…silence thickened and he finally came to trust that he was completely alone and breathed out rather heavily.
“Nine years…feh…you went down this time…and you will do the same in nine years from today, fool…now watch your family scorch!” The eight year old lit up a t-shirt and poured a line of gas from the living room to the bedroom and into the closet where the poison crystals were stewing. A perfect setup…burning gas trails into the room and the house detonates…leaving no trace of anything and allowing for a clean escape…a wrong setup…I get crispy fried fifty times over and shit’s done for me…fuck it…worth a shot!” He really had a habit of talking to himself, but life has proved to the boy that oneself can sometimes be your best friend.
After sitting for a minute to say a quiet prayer, Inuyasha lit a shirt on fire and threw it at the pile of bodies and cash covered in gasoline, quickly running out the door and booking it until he could see barely any of the house, then…BOOOOOOOM!!!
The house went up into orange, yellow, and deep red flames that thrashed and spilled out the top of the three story home like someone had set off a small armory of weapons and bombs! Pieces of glass, steel, wood, drywall, and other debris ricocheted and barreled through the skies like spread shot out of a faulty 20 gauge! Dumbfounded that his plan had worked, the boy dove into the grass of someone’s lawn nearby and quickly started gutting himself a foxhole into the dirt with his bare hands, actually succeeding pretty quickly! Luckily, no shrapnel had touched him, but someone had seen him digging the hole and rushed outside to bitch at him, but was assaulted when approaching the deadly elementary school student, letting the boy have time to escape!
The Shiinjishi’s had money rolling in every day…so much…that they had forgotten for the past couple of years to do their taxes, that means…they didn’t do any write offs for the kids they were raising! Also meaning that there wasn’t even any records stating that Inuyasha and his siblings had existed still since their adoption. The boy had realized this out of nowhere and gave a leery smile, “A ghost…” He whispered, trying to think of where to go. He pulled out what small amount of yen he had and something suddenly hit him, “Ha…I knew this would come in handy…”
So he approached a payphone and put the money in the slot, dialing and waiting for someone to answer.
“Yo…” Came the raspy response.
“Shurk…” Inuyasha spoke with disconcerting staleness.
“Is this Oniwa’s boy, Inu?”
“Yeah…Uncle Shurkey…I…need a favor…cops came and shot up the place, hit a gas line and blew the place up…killed everyone but me and Sess! I…don’t know where Shippo or Ayame are but Sess took off and left me here…” He reverted back into the old Inuyasha and began sobbing on the phone. “UNCLE SHURKEY I WAS SO SCARED…PLEASE HELP ME I DON’T KNOW WHERE TO GO!” This sickened him to act this way…but it was the only way he could entice Shurk to come out, otherwise he’d think something was up.
Shurkey’s real name was Ahreiko Shiinjishi…but he called himself Shurkey for God knows why. Dealer name I guess…but he was not only Oniwa’s main man…but blood brother as well. He was an uncle to the adopted kids and cared for them all equally. Shurk did NOT work the way his brother did however, and chose to take a more subtle approach with getting his cash. And NEVER killed unless he had to!
The other line was quiet for a long time until Inu’s uncle finally spoke again, “God almighty…I knew it would happen somehow…just not like this…so as far as you know…only you and Sess survived?”
The child shook his head, even though Ahreiko was on the phone not in person, “No…I know Shippo and Ayame are out there somewhere…they weren’t at the house when shit went down…” Usually, the uncle would tell Inuyasha to watch his fucking mouth but obviously, it was too petty for Ahreiko at that time.
More silence…then finally he spoke again, “Damn kid…I’m…so sorry…I’ll do anything I can to help you out! In fact…I’ll be there in a minute…meet me at the main road, alright?” True care was heavy in his voice and little Inu smiled as his uncle spoke.
“Yeah…I’ll see you in a minute…love you uncle Ahrei…thank you…” He hadn’t said he loved anyone in so long, the expression had seemed foreign, but it still escaped his breath.
“I love you too little man, I’ll be there…trust….later…” Came the answer before he hung up.
Just then, police choppers appeared above the small boy and he disappeared into some bushes, then crawled on his knees in some brush and made his way out to the road where he would meet his uncle. Thankfully, no one saw him exit the area!
Later on, the police had labeled it a crystal meth lab accident caused by the policemen and the dealer engaging in a gunfight, completely leaving the children out of the picture! This was a relief to him as he got into his uncle’s truck and heard it on the radio two hours into the trip to Ahreiko’s safe house. When Inuyasha had made it to his uncle’s house, the boy had figured out true paradise! He learned to grow and sell weed there, to defend himself, how to behave in school for the most part, and was taken care of like a normal boy! There was finally some sort of true family in his life…Oniwa‘s brother had taken in the supposedly cast aside eight year old and showed him how to protect his bloodline,. This went on for six years until the day Inu’s uncle Shurkey was shot twenty-eight times in a drive-by thanks to the man having a police siren as a ring tone on his cell during a drug deal…Inuyasha was in the car and suffered minor injuries to the shoulder, although his true injuries were psychological and had been dangerously heavy …but fortunately, Ahreiko had left one of his safe houses and about fifty six million dollars to the boy in his will since Shurk had no children of his own and from then on…Inuyasha had to live on what his uncle had taught him in those six good years, now able to take care of himself and run a facility to outstandingly help grow his organic mental health medicine (keep in mind that’s my OPINION don’t call me out for it even if you think it’s wrong). This being achieved with his organically grown medicine and the prized tie-dye colored room centerpiece four and a half foot tall hookah pipe…and this bad boy did the trick every time to keep him at bay while he worked from home and also grew medicinal ganja for the neighborhood…for a fee of course!
Most of the money was spent on additions to the house, hundreds of thousands on canned food in the house‘s bomb shelter…clothes from Hot Topic, Jnco Jeans, and South Pole…appliances….couches…chairs, and finally the best underground grow system money could buy! Everything suddenly felt calmingly warm for a minute, but then reality came sharp and cold, a bloody stabbing pain that jolted Inuyasha back into a conscious state once more…
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Yeah&# 8230;.this motherfucker was long…but badass if I do say so myself… your neighborhood stoner Rob is back and ready for more blood…sober for part of it…slightly stricken with dementia from not sleeping but I had to get this bitch finished…fuck on…rock on…smoke on………and all that good stuff….
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