InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Shadows ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

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Silver Shadows

-Chapter 9-

Man and woman glared at each other in agreement. The Silver Shadows were on the border of the busy season and the second-in-command could possibly be incapacitated by his own volition.

“I will find Sesshomaru, InuYasha has been sent to retrieve the girl.”

Kaede nodded, fingering two thin silver chains. Their magic was strong and would hold to meet their purpose. The small crosses glinted in the bright office light and then melted into the darkness of night.

//.........\\

A silver haired statue patiently graced a chair, tumultuous thoughts piercing his calm and creating ripples from surface to surface. He'd forgone dinner, nourishment was useless for one such as him. Instead he claimed the sadistic thirst of a vampire, wanting to spill blood till he could bathe in its glory.

“Sesshomaru.”

His golden eyes glinted in the light with pure malice restrained with taught control. The tips of his claws pierced his own flesh, his face showing no emotion.

“You've neglected your instructions. I've come to make sure they are obeyed.”

That girl, so insignificant and weak, bound to such a powerful creature. He'd felt the effects of his distance after a week, a small pain in his lower back that spread and licked at his shoulder blades. the girl hadn't sought him, hadn't complained. Curiosity pierced his vision as he finally rose out of his chair. Time to play along once again.

//.........\\

Naraku rolled his head from left to right, enjoying the cracking of his bones as he readjusted his shirt in the dim lighting of his office. Before him he had spread out Kagome's file, pictures of her claimed his vision. He missed the faint feel of her in his life stream, claiming her in an unconquerable ownership. He'd felt drained when her bond disappeared, his red eyes melting into his black eye lids. His soul slowly drowning into his vengeful plans. The ocean of silence engulfing him into fate's omnipotent plans. All men had enemies, should they band together, a common enemy would not stand for long.

“Ashes to ashes,” he whispered bringing out an urn, “shadows to shadows.”

Kagome's name glinted in the light of the open door a second before it clicked shut.

//.........\\

Never had the light of pain blinded her as well as it did for the past week. Sango stared at her as Kagome once again tried to rub the soreness from her eyes. She didn't give up her training and her aim was punctilious and deadly. Something, however, kept her distracted from the pain and it wasn't her leader's approaching aura. It was almost a sense of foreboding, a lingering sense she feared to be Naraku's sadism leaking through. Her feet supported her, shoulder-length apart and her arms were rigid.

“I really don't get how you can withstand all that pain,” Sango commented with a grimace.

“Pain's something you get used to in this field,” Kagome smiled. “But I'm certainly well distracted.”

Sango smiled, they'd been playing around and had gotten ahold of a copy of Sesshomaru's picture from of one of his crazy fan girls in the gang. Sango had pinned it to one of the targets and Kagome could not have blown more holes into the cardboard if she'd tried. Sango looked to her when she felt them approaching and Kagome nodded her head. Sango lifted herself from the seat next to Kagome, laying the ear muffs back on the hook. She slipped past Touga with an inclination of the head.

“Kagome?”

She took of her ear muffs and placed them on the table and turned, placing her hands behind her in a bored position.

“How's the pain been?”

“Bearable,” she replied noncommitaly.

Sesshomaru's claws dug into his palms, he'd stayed away hoping to cause her pain. Hoping that the bond that had so irked him for the past weeks had been her hell as human. Instead, he found her mutilating pictures of himself, her aim as deadly as before. How many blows could his pride take before he finally deserted any nobility he held, any loyalty he held for his father, and finally ripped her apart? Until he could finally feel his claws plunge into her veins and squeeze the life out of her, hear her beg for her withering life. He could even give her half-dead body to his men to with as they pleased. Defile her in every sense of the word to regain what he'd lost at her hands, to make up for the times he'd failed so far. He caught her sharp gaze.

I will not beg.

He held her up by her throat with anger tearing through his veins faster than adrenaline. His wild crimson eyes bore into her own, baring his fangs for further intimidation. He felt his father's undeniable strength attempting to pull him away, but he'd have none of it. He hated the look she had on her face, the blue tint of rage and pride so easily mirroring his own.

“What did you say?” he ground out.

“I. Will. Not. Beg.”

The ground Sesshomaru walked upon, the same one so worshipped by those that followed him and worshipped him, had been utterly disgraced by a mere girl. His rage tore the ground apart and he realized he could not and would not kill her. She would die without screaming or begging, she would kill herself before she found herself in his hands.

“Seal both souls into an infinite contract of forceful peace!”

Sesshomaru's eyes widened as his breath left him and all of his mortifying strength fled. Kagome fell backwards with wide eyes. Her soul lashed out with blue flames and consumed the entire room, licking at the opening beneath the door.

“Touga-sama!”

-&-

InuYasha banged his head against Miroku's mahogany desk inside of Kiseki's main building. His father, the great Inu no Taisho was slowly losing his metaphorical marbles. To try and subdue Sesshomaru into protecting the girl who played upon his existence by force was the most stupid thing he could've possibly ever thought up. Sesshomaru, the greatest assassin of all time, the man holding a reputation for enjoying blood baths and all things concerning death.

“How's he doing?”

“Thinking of sealing Sesshomaru's blood to keep her safe,” he said softly, staring at the light above him.

“Gah,” he growled, throwing his hands to the heavens. “I'll never understand that man's thought process.”

Sango glanced up at both men, “Kaede-sama tried to seal them together through a materialistic object.”

InuYasha looked at her curiously, “Eh?”

“The beads on the holy necklace were obliterated into dust,” she finished resolutely.

InuYasha displayed a perfectly blank face as he stared at Sango, “Sesshomaru can't do that.”

Miroku leaned forward on his elbows, “His youki must be incredibly strong to resist the purification of the holy necklace without losing some vitals.”

Sango glared at him, “I know. Kaede mentioned in passing that it may have been Kagome.”

Miroku's clueless expression quickly gave way to a grave conclusion, “That would mean that Sesshomaru's youki contaminated Kagome's without killing it. Instead it morphed and found a happy medium for both...”

“Is that even possible?” InuYasha fumed, pacing back and forth anxiously. “How can the polar opposites find a happy medium where they coexist?”

“Well both of them aren't just quite ready to give up to one another so they may have forced a happy medium.”

InuYasha's head whipped around to see his niece happily sitting in his favorite chair, swinging her legs with a concentrated crease between her eyes.

“You're kidding me.”

..::([])::..

Kagome's eyes blinked open and quickly scanned the area. It seemed as if she were back in her small space in the underground headquarters. A heavy weight made itself known on her stomach and she realized that her arch enemy was fast asleep next to her. She reached for her night table where she knew there was a gun, keeping her eyes on his resting visage. She met with a warm hand and her eyes snapped to the two people sitting next to her bed. She hadn't noticed them before, a scary thought.

“Now, now Kagome. Killing people in their sleep isn't honorable.”

She almost wanted to scrunch up her face at him and his interception of his son's death. Instead she resorted to the usual biting remarks and forgetting of her place.

“Sneaking up on unsuspecting people on the same side to do something magically permanent isn't honorable either, is it?”

“Touché,” he whispered with a smile.

“Why isn't he awake anyway?” she muttered, turning to look at his still peaceful visage.

She clutched the sheets in her hands painfully, she couldn't feel her legs, not even her miko magic coursing through her veins.

“He dealt with the blow of the magic in Kaede's spell and your retaliation against it. He's a little worn out.”

“One would've hoped he hadn't.”

“I think ye cannot wait until his awakening, to make thy life interesting.”

Kagome glared at the old woman, “Perhaps we're overstepping boundaries.”

“Kagome, how long were you second-in-command?”

Kagome's eyes widened and blushed slightly.

“I could possibly be accredited for giving Naraku his position, I was once the leader. However I did not want the immediate responsibility of leadership. I was his second-in-command for much too long.”

The older man reclined against the wooden chair in thought. The girl was completely capable of holding her own against his older son, the one he'd so meticulously molded for perfection. To add to his growing obsession, she'd created his enemy. He did, so, have a thing for keys that led to the undoing of other things. Kagome was the perfect impersonation of the key to Sesshomaru's undoing. His badly spent years had a solution, a rather stubborn one.

..::([])::..

“So you're meaning to tell me that Kaede's magic was stronger than yours for a few hours before you finally regained mobility only to have Taisho threaten to keep you from any information regarding Naraku?”

Kagome sighed as she strapped the two swords to her back and placed guns inside her trench coat. She lifted her leg and strapped a small carving knife there and pushed her pants back down.

“And now you're leaving because...”

“Because this is a huge mess. Taisho has plans for me, plans I know I won't like nor agree with. I think he wants me romantically involved with his son.”

“Making sure this place will be protected after he leaves.”

“And who better than the girl who created Naraku and the Killing Perfection, together?”

Kagome looked up at InuYasha's angry face at the doorway. Sango winced, she'd thought he would catch wind of the information and be pissed.

“You have the kids, it won't be long before Kikyou's back.”

“And how d'you come to that conclusion, bitch?” he ground out, his hands wound tightly at his side.

“Because Kikyou is my sister and she knows well enough when I have gotten her out of trouble.”

—((Years Before))—

Both sisters overlooked the horizon in the orphanage that they called home.

“They're talking about us over there.”

Kagome didn't bother looking over at the group of girls whispering under the shade of the magnolia tree that gently swayed in the autumn wind. They had silky black hair with brown eyes, dainty feet with the best shoes. Kagome knew she was the topic of conversation, her blue eyes and curling hair were odd attributes of the Japanese. Kikyou, on the other hand, was conservative and held a mysterious air around her at all times.

“It's almost as if we were sisters, our names start with the same letters.”

“We were found together, were we not? What more does one need to be called a sister?”

Both were silent, staring ahead at the sloping hills towards the forest that covered the ocean.

“Tonight they'll put me in the closet again.”

“You're sixteenth birthday,” Kagome stated. “Why would they put you in the closet?”

“Because it's also Ayare's birthday,” she responded, looking over to one of the girls under the magnolia.

“If you feel like opening the door, you should do it.”

Kikyou's mouth quirked up in a smile, “You wouldn't do it again, would you?”

“I think they won't tell us we're twins, but I know we are. That's why I don't have a birthday, they're not much for imagination. Ayare won't touch me, she knows what happens when I get out of control.”

Kikyou looked at Kagome with a pained expression, “We both know.”

Kagome smiled, “Cheer up, it won't be long before Aimi is back. She can give me her talks again so that the nightmares stop. The scene has replayed every night, I might start claiming I'm a professional in handling guns.”

“Violence is unnecessary.”

Kagome turned and met her eyes, “You never know until you're in the right situation.”