InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Shadows ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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Silver Shadows

-Chapter 6-

//...//

“Elder-.”

“Your initiation begins.”

Startled eyes laid on her new leader. He seemed particularly tense and looked through her unknowingly.

“Sit down Kagome.”

She was alert, actively inspecting her surroundings. Facing him, she didn't bother hiding her curiosity.

“Your initiation would've consisted of being marked as my property. I would bind you to me through scent or blood. However, you are bound to Naraku.”

Kagome felt a weight drop into the pit of her stomach. Perhaps there was a slight chance that she'd have to wing it on her own without the Silver Shadows' protection. His scent clung to her body like a disease, easy to pick out anywhere. She'd been protected here, she was surrounded by a stronger youki than his own.

“Being bound to a demon is rather... permanent,” his eyes flickered to his hands. “Naraku is only half-demon and therefore a stronger demon can remove Naraku's claim to replace with his, or her, own.”

Kagome looked back and noted Sesshomaru's stolid presence.

No...

“I'm slowly declining in power as age wearies me. I cannot mark you, however much I would like to, and my inu blood has lost its glory. Therefore, I leave the initiation to the heir of the Silver Shadows.”

He'd better mean InuYasha.

“My eldest son, Sesshomaru.”

Kuso.

“I know both of you strongly disagree, I am still leader and my word is law.”

Sesshomaru sent a chilling glance her way when she turned. Yes, both strongly disagreed with the elder. His marking her involved contact that both refused to share. He bowed and left the room angrily, leaving Kagome behind.

“Ano, elder?”

His eyes raised to meet her own, “Hai?”

“Kouga plots against you.”

She left without another word. Leaning back, a smile appeared. This was a fine woman, his son had unknowingly been engaged the second he fought back.

Beautiful grandchildren and permanent vacation. Wonderful.

//Sango//

A smile lit the feminine face as the car drifted into another curve. The nerve the man had to say she wasn't a racer because she was a female, she'd show him. She slid down her window and the air violently tossed her hair. Her eyes flickered between the road and her side view mirror.

“Ano, oyasumi nasai.”

She let go of the wheel and cocked her gun. They were beautiful instruments of war, glinting with an unearthly silver color. Regaining control of the wheel she turned and smiled at her opponent. He was actually startled, much to her amusement. These were the streets, he should've expected no less. Aiming and shooting, the car spun out of view.

“Oh shit,” a male voice commented to her left.

She raised an eyebrow, “Hm?”

“It's the Honshu Demons.”

“Honshu Demons my ass Miroku, their leader is a half-demon.”

He smirked slightly as she swerved into a perfect arc and sped the way they'd come from.

“You're very cocky for a human,” he said boredly.

“You're very brave for a man,” she warned.

He chuckled and cocked his gun.

“I always end up in street fights with you Sango, why is that?”

“Because your gender is too damn cocky for its own good.”

He grimaced as she jerked into the main street, fading lights in the rear view mirror.

“And I had to test out Kagome's new guns,” she said with a smirk.

Higurashi K. adorned the sides of the twin guns that sat between them. Sango always had the ability to find the perfect gun for every individual, it was hard to get such a thing from her. Requests piled in and she only answered few. Kagome's request seemed to be the winner for the month.

He sighed and slid his window down, “Here we go.”

Sango smiled as she drifted into a corner at a stop light. Miroku stuck his head out the window with a bored expression and shot at the wheels of the car behind them. Poor people, Miroku thought, they didn't know it was Sango when they decided to pursue and attack.

“Ahahahaha!”

Miroku turned to look at Sango's maniacally happy face as she turned and shot at another car. Perhaps Sango was happy that she'd finally found a friend in the gang?

“Sango?”

She turned with a happy face, “Run out of ammunition?”

She was content, he decided, and it was enough for him as well, “No, but it's time to go home.”

She pouted before pulling the breaks and shooting at all the cars behind her.

“Suckers!”

She released the breaks and sped off in the opposite direction once again.

//Kagome//

So she wasn't particularly fond of summer, winter was slowly creeping in and lightening her dark mood. The ninety-seven degree afternoons were turning into sixty, forty. At the red light she paused and contemplated going to the country side, to sit and contemplate the cooling wind. She might've, but she wasn't in control of herself, her actions were more closely watched and regulated.

You aren't second-in-command anymore, these liberties are to be achieved at a later time.

And so she turned to other pressing matters, her initiation. Technically, the streets were dangerous without the complete and utter protection of the Silver Shadows. Naraku had senses in the cracks of the sidewalks, silently watching and waiting for his opportunity to strike. Perhaps the joyride was placing the current leader in danger, ineffective on her behalf.

So the ramblings turned to a blood bond between herself and the youkai that so actively participated in her death wishes. The leader lied through his teeth, setting her blood aflame with rage. Why did he so actively seek to bind a miko and a youkai that only desired to destroy each other?

Blue and red lights invaded the corners of her eyes, bringing a smile to her rapidly drying lips. She let go of one of the handles and reached into her jacket to find it empty.

Where the hell are my guns?

Sango. She'd asked for new ones. The old ones were left in her room after speaking to the Elder, how utterly ridiculous! The only option left was to shake them loose. A sharp turn into a random alley and the stupid cops were out of the race.

The upholders of the law are so bad at what they do.

The sun was slowly descending and being replaced by the full moon, a warm display of the sun's dying rays clutched at the clear sky. The sirens in the distance were strangely comforting, the darkness would be her ally that night. By a stroke of luck, or perhaps skill acquired from years of experience, the sirens died out and her headlights flickered on.

//Sesshomaru//

The silver haired men lounged together with the sunset as their lighting. The older stood nearest the window, his hands clasped behind his back. The youngest was found carelessly draped over a priceless antique, otherwise named a chair. The older son, not to be thought of as “in the middle”, stood rigidly behind his father.

“She was last spotted being tailed by Tokyo Authorities in the city.”

“Ksht! Just crossed the main gates.”

His body nearly shook with rage once again, “She must be taught her place.”

The leader's eyes gazed at his offspring out of the corner of his eye. He agreed.

//Kikyou//

Light footsteps echoed through the dark hallways. This prison encased lost souls without salvation and no incense sticks lit in their honor. Doors cluttered the hallway in an endless disarray. He'd been happy upon his return, to her ultimate horror. His happiness meant it was time to play, torture the girl he'd kidnapped from the enemy's side. And it was one of his greatest victories, she knew, it was engraved onto his features when he lay his eyes on her.

Disgusting, vile creature that dares touch that which belongs to another.

The night's game was one of cat-and-mouse, hide-and-seek. Every room was horrifying: corpses in open coffins, bodies of men in suits loosely hanging from a noose around their necks, women beaten into schizophrenic states huddled in corners.

“Will he come back? Don't be ridiculous- But he promised he would,” she cut herself off with words.

This was Naraku's sick game, torture her with lost lives that she longed to save but could not. He'd been cynical in his own game, shredding her clothes and laying out priestess garb. The clothes were a familiarity, a comfort but a taunt encased into the soft cotton. Her bare feet made no noise against the tiled floor, eyes wearily eyeing every door she passed. Throwing open a door she was met with the cool air of disappearing summer, her steps halted.

She could've escaped at any time, this he wanted to make sure she knew. His promises held her back, those taunts of harming her wards. He would be faster than her, a few seconds of dialing and one word would kill all the innocent souls. A hand encased the hand on the doorknob, pulling it shut. The touch was enough to drive her to madness. She turned and the skin of her hand met with the skin of his cheek.

“You will never have me,” she spit on his eyes.

Clearing the spit from his eyes his furious gaze rested on her defiant stance.

Nobody will ever be able to take you, Kikyou.

His hand shot out and dug into her upper arm, but she refused to admit it hurt.

How do you know this?

He dragged her down the hallway, past various haunting doors towards the one she was encased in. A victory, fame hall?

Inu Youkai mate for life Kikyou, we have some aid from Kami-sama.

“You persistent bitch, I will have my way with you until you scream for me.”

But we aren't mated, InuYasha.

“I would never scream for you, only for my intended.”

But as my intended you are protected by the blood bond you share with my father, with me.

A smile lit her face, that's what he'd told her and she'd believe him. He chuckled and threw her on the bed that she occupied day in and day out.

She laughed at him, “His blood courses through my veins, he touches me far more intimately than you ever will.”

He backhanded her, yet she laughed on. The female had turned into the aggressor, the taunter. It brought a smile to the feminine lips next to the injured cheek. There was no way she'd let him keep her terrified, she had only to wish that some miko out there, other than herself, heard her midnight pleas to save her wards.

Save them-. Naraku-. Death-.

//???//

A gasp alighted the still room, “Kikyou-.”

The air escaped the surprised lungs as a punch was delivered between the ribs.

“You will receive your punishment as a man,” he'd growled.

“All the better,” she had responded, “so that you may know that I am not weak by being of the opposing sex.”