InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sleep Paralysis ❯ The Rapture ( Chapter 37 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
A/n: Oh no, what's going on, what's happening? :o? And I'm going to be lame and promote my own fics because I'm a looser like that. I have one brand new spankin' fic called "Lady Unicorn" which I'm not going to make you read, but I AM going to make you read "Kiyou Nitsuite Amedare (Memoirs of Rain)." Do it. Now. And make Luna happy for the holidays :D.

ThisIsMeSmiling: Really? I didn't see 'An American Haunting' until after I started this story, and only this year >>;. It a wonderful movie, very enthralling... uh, is wonderful the right word for a suspense/horror movie? ^^;? I'm not sure, I'm tired.

Lindajrjt: I hope so too. I've tormented her enough, ne?

LouLou4729: I know what you mean o_o! Those cliffies hurt... especially when the person doesn't update often, oh, it hurts so bad (so good! so wrong...). And was it so obvious she was gonna run? ...probably. It was the most obvious thing. Puu.

Zetsuii: I agree... NOOoooOOooo...Stupid Kagome. I dunno if your ideas are right, because my brain has no idea. I had a bunch of good ideas the other day, especially for Silence the Fairytale, and stupid me I forgot to write them down (I never do), so the plot is constantly changing from what I thought it'd originally be. *sigh* And thank you for the fanfics! You're the only one to give them to me >>!

P.S. HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Chubaca!

Luna-




Chapter XXXVII: The Rapture



"Kagome's what?" Sesshomaru demanded, circling around the couch in the living room to make his way to his otouto.

He had not felt fear like this since his father had fallen ill.

And he detested the cold gnawing that wrenched in his gut, pulling and teething its way into panic.

"Kagome's gone! She's gone!" his brother looked around wildly, as if trying to locate her. But Sesshomaru knew that if she had been downstairs, he would have known.

"Are you sure?"

"OF COURSE I'M FUCKING SURE!" Inuyasha roared at his brother, who remained unhinged by the outburst.

Sesshomaru reached for his brother assuredly, grabbing him by the side of the face and the back of his neck to hold him steady.

"What gave it away?"

Inuyasha was forced to look his brother in the eye, shaking and failing to remain together.

"...her stuff is missing..."

Sesshomaru pulled his younger brother toward him, looking down upon him sternly.

"We'll find her. Go get your things. We're taking my car."

Inuyasha nodded, seeming to agree with whatever his brother said... if only to make it better.

Sesshomaru watched him make his way back up the stairs like a spectre, not of this world for how unattached he was.

He ascertained he would be his little brother's rock... just like before, in the face of loss.

And they had seen too much of it.





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Kagome ran.

The downpour of the skies that fell upon her washed away any evidence of her internal struggle.

She forced the muscles in her legs to run, to move forward, while her entire being was screaming for her to go back into Inuyasha's arms.

Warm and safe...

But he wouldn't be...

And that single thought drove her on like a madwoman, and she was unaware of where she was headed.

She just continued running, shouldering the pack she carried higher up.

...Her breath formed clouds on the night breeze, and the chill went straight to her bones....

...she was soaked.

She was frozen.

...she wanted to go home...

...and she couldn't.

...I can't go home to Inuyasha...

She closed her eyes to the well of emotions that rose in her like a tidal wave ready to overcome her. She tried to fight it... but she couldn't halt the pained noises that came from her throat...

Inuyasha, I'm sorry...

She wasn't sure what she was planning on doing...

All she knew is she had to fight.

She couldn't give into her overwhelming fear, this horror that drove her to the edges of her sanity. She had to take charge.

She had to...

She had to challenge Naraku.

For Inuyasha's sake...

She had to fight... so they could live in peace.

...finally...

...She raced out onto a playground, barely lit by the streetlights, the haze of the falling ran misting their dim glow.

Kagome finally ceased her flight, her muscles screaming in protest at her... and she caved into them, dropping onto a swing to rest.

She trembled, her wet clothes plastered to her skin... remnants of her hair stuck to her face...

She noticed her pale hands, ghost white... and she pulled them into her sleeves to hide them...

She remembered... looking into the mirror, at the pasty flesh marred with sickly bruises and cuts... she tried to shake the image away from her mind, biting her lip to push those horrid thoughts away...

"Inu..." she pained, unable to get rid of that thought...

She... could never, never forget Inuyasha...

Digging her shoes shamefully deep into the muddy sand, she pushed off and began a slow ascent. Closing her eyes, Kagome imagined she were swinging higher... heading toward heaven. She could imagine her father standing there, with wide open arms, calling her name...

Kagome...

Never judging her.

Never calling her crazy.

Beside him stood Inuyasha... waiting for her anxiously with a look of impatience.

Hurry up Kags...

That would be what he said...

I'm tired of waiting for you...

Kagome felt herself being pulled back toward earth by gravity all too quickly... and she kicked the ground with more force, more determination to reach that place.

...come home with me, Kags...

...She always would, she knew... she wanted to...

...stay with me...

...she would always... if only...

...marry me...

...if only...

...if... only...

...She weren't pulled back to earth again...

Kagome sobbed quietly, grasping her hands on the rusty chains desperately and pulling them taunt.

Heaven itself cried down upon her.

...She felt so alone.

And it was because, for the second time in her life, she had chosen to push away the one person she loved the most.

...Inuyasha...

Not through cruelty, and not through anger. Neither of them were at fault, and no one was to blame.

She couldn't hide under the mask of a false pretense of hatred.

Lowering her head shamefully, she felt like a victim and a criminal.

...She felt as if she were being convicted...

Kami-sama was the judge, and heaven was the jury... pouring down cold fury upon her in judgement.

It was her Rapture.

And she felt the stars align toward her in destiny, Kami-sama pushing through her fate in a way of anger and malice.

He would once again in her life show her, Higurashi Kagome, no mercy.

She sensed the physical embodiment of her punishment approaching her, crimson eyes burning her in hellfire and plaguing her.

She didn't need to lift her head to know what stood before her, what evil lay there...

...and she didn't so much as flinch.

Cruel nude lips parted in a sadistic grin, baring the fangs that would rip into her flesh and taste her blood...

...her solemn sentence.

And it greeted her in a low sultry voice.

...the devil himself.

"Kagome."

Lifting her ice eyes to face her personal Satan, she felt her blood run cold and hot, and emptiness came over her... a void.

An oblivion of silence.

And she greeted it in irony.

"...Naraku..."




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"What the hell has possessed you, Sango?!"

Miroku was furious.

It was pouring rain.

It was damn cold.

It was the middle of the night.

And he was being dragged by a girl hellbent on finding something, she didn't even know what, based on a feeling she was getting.

The dread in her face was apparent.

And he couldn't understand what was wrong with her.

"Something's wrong! I told you that!"

Her flannel pajamas had long been soaked through. He himself was only in sweats and a thin tee.

He was sure they were going to catch hypothermia in this weather.

But she was hellbent.

Nothing was stopping her, no matter how hard he tried.

"What is wrong, Sango, what?!" he snapped.

He had run out of patience long ago.

"I don't fucking know!" she whirled on him, screaming at him in demonic anger, absolute uncertainty underneath this unholy drive that forced them on.

If he didn't love this girl as much as he did, he would have given her the bird and gone home.

To a warm shower.

A warm bed.

Where there were no midnight terrors, and evil things lurking.

But he stayed.

...for them.

...All of them.

Inuyasha, Kagome...

...Sango...

"Fine! Fine, let's go, and get this... whatever the fuck it is, over with!" Miroku bit out angrily, turning Sango around forcibly so she could lead them on.

He had no clue what to do.

Only that he could simply stand by her side as she lead them on what might have well been a wild goose chase.



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Though he had the windshield wipers on high, the rain pounded the glass relentlessly and unforgiving.

Sesshomaru could hardly see where he was going.

He had the heat on, but somehow the chill still seemed to sneak into the car through random crevices, crevices Sesshomaru was certain did not exist, but were apparently there.

There was no other explanation for this cold when he had the heater on full blast.

Eyeing Inuyasha, he watched as his little brother curled up in the corner of the passangers seat, staring dismally out the window.

...he seemed broken.

...far more broken than he should have been.

And Sesshomaru could only guess what was going this his little brother's mind.

If there was anything at all.

...he was so silent, so still that he might have been sleeping. If it wasn't for the fact Inuyasha blinked every so often, Sesshomaru might have been inclined to believe so.

Looking out his window which fogged up frequently, he wiped it down to look out it at a red light.

They were in the market district, and for the past twenty minutes had driven around aimlessly.

There was no telling where Kagome might have been.

Sesshomaru grew more and more anxious as the minutes ticked by, and he constantly checked the clock.

1:23...

The streets were strangely empty.

The lights of the night seemed strangely low.

Things were far too still...

Scanning the area, Sesshomaru looked up at the red light that had peculiar lonjevity.

Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel with growing impatience, Sesshomaru looked down at his clock.

1:22...

He blinked.

...what the hell?

Scowling at the clock, he stared at it as it turned 1:23 in the morning.

Turning to his brother to make some comment or other, he was caught off guard as he brother lunged at him suddenly.

"What the fuck?!" he grabbed Inuyasha's wrists, as elongated fangs snapped at him furiously, trying their best to rip into his flesh. Claws dug into his own wrists, blood dripping down by the poolfulls.

Sesshomaru bit back the wince, as he shouted at his brother, "Snap out of it, Inuyasha!"

Red and turquois eyes seethed at him with a murdering bloodlust. Stringy white hair framed that face he knew too well, and dog ears laid back in clear threat as the demon before him snarled.

Sesshomaru closed his eyes instinctually.

And when he opened them, he was staring at a red light.

He looked down at the clock, sweat beading along his temple.

His breaths ragged, and his otouto blissfully unaware of his state.

Sesshomaru felt his eyes widen as the clock turned 1:23 in the morning.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up in deja vu.

Glaring straight ahead, Sesshomaru ran the red light.

To hell with tickets.