InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tale of the Twins ❯ Chapter Twenty-One: Gunshot ( Chapter 21 )

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By: excelsis
Everyone is forced to leave France, and they decide to burn all evidence of their escape. Sesshoumaru stays behind to kill off anyone who might discover the hoax...

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.03.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 132 | Status: Work In Progress

Chapter Twenty-One
Gunshot
 
They had been in France for almost a year when disaster struck. They had had a few close calls before, with Kuraimaru's developing power, and Shuarra Meitsuki's wildness, but nothing like this.
Someone had made a confession to Rin, and Rin, not knowing what to do, had rejected him. The boy had turned and called her a witch publicly.
Soon, false “evidence” began to spring up everywhere, and pretty soon, Sesshoumaru, Naraku, Iria, and even the twins were suspect.
It wasn't safe to leave the premises until they decided what to do. Sesshoumaru was in favour of abandoning everything and taking off.
Naraku was less rash about it. “And what will we do if we resort to that?”
“I can live off of the land, and so can everyone else.”
“So, what do we do? Do that until this witch hunting fad ends? It's been years, Sesshoumaru. Years. And it's still horrible,” Naraku snapped.
“Well, we can't stay here,” he countered. “We have to get out.”
“Oh? And what happened to the Sesshoumaru who would have slaughtered the entire town?”
Sesshoumaru sighed deeply. He had long ago stopped doing that. He had once. It had made everything infinitely worse. The church wanted to find them, so did the government. It had made traveling difficult, and put them at risk several times. “You know we can't do that.”
The two argued back and forth for a bit longer before Rin intervened. “I agree with Sesshoumaru-sama. We have to leave. Probably tonight. We'll need to leave everything behind, though. We can go to England this time,” she said. “Or Germany?”
 “For the time being, let's just get out,” Iria said quietly. “I'll wake the twins.”
*****
 
In a lot of ways, for Rin, this was a trip back to her childhood. Having nothing but her the clothes on her back, traveling with Sesshoumaru; it was perfect.
The twins were excited to be sneaking out of the city at such a late hour.
The only things they had brought with them were their clothing, currency, and, of course, the spell scrolls—and even then, only the most important ones. The rest, they had been forced to burn. Naraku had had the idea of setting fire to the house as well, to avoid suspicion.
It seemed like a good idea, so when they were almost to the city limits, Sesshoumaru went back to burn the house down.
It was sort of a depressing task. They had been here for almost a year. He didn't really like not having a permanent home. Sure, he had never used his palace much before the twins were born, but, he realized in their continuous traveling, that having a permanent place was comforting.
Ah, well. Best to burn the bridges now. The best place to start this was probably in a bedroom or kitchen—perhaps the den?
He decided on the kitchen. He turned on an oil lamp, watching the flame for a moment. He heard footsteps outside, distantly. He wondered what the commotion was about. Paranoia insisted that someone had seen them leaving the house, which was always a possibility. Still, it could just as easily be a burglar being chased by the police or something.
It didn't sound so disorderly, though. He could hear horses, too, and smell them. There were quite a few. Oh, no. This would sure complicate things…
He heard a sharp rap on the door. He cursed and ignored it. He spilled the oil on to the floor. He retreated a safe distance. The officer outside was yelling, threatening them. Sesshoumaru sort of rolled his eyes and tossed the lamp over his shoulder. It shattered on the floor and the flame caught quickly. Might as well feed the fire. He tore down a curtain and tossed it in. Anything flammable he immediately saw, he made sure to burn.
The smoke was filling up the room, some of it leaking outside. The door burst open. Sesshoumaru slipped in to the shadows.
“Fire!” There was a bit of a panic. The man in charge, along with a handful of others, ran upstairs to the bedrooms. Sesshoumaru had to kill them now. If they escaped and said that there was no one there, it would cause suspicion they really didn't need.
He slipped after them, silent as a wisp in the night. The others were outside, calling for assistance.
Best to get the ones who were downstairs first; they had better odds of making it out. He couldn't disconnect bone; that was the troublesome part. So, what was the best way to kill them, so that no one would suspect murder? It had to look like an accident.
Accident… He picked up one of those heavy Western chairs. This would be crude. A lot like a human might kill. Much less graceful, much less tactful.
He broke off a leg of the chair. The humans jumped, but merely assumed it to be the fire. They were calling to one another, knowing they needed to get out. Sesshoumaru dropped the chair in the flames and touched the broken leg, letting it catch fire. Sort of like a makeshift torch. Now, the humans saw the flame moving toward them. They saw Sesshoumaru too. At first, they tried to tell him to get out of the fire, then they realized his intent. They had no chance and no time.
He set both afire. Before they could run through the house screaming about murder, he took a heavy vase on the table and smashed it over one of their heads. The second one turned to run. Sesshoumaru knocked him to the floor, as if the fire did not affect the youkai. The human was unconscious. The rest were upstairs. He could just destroy the two stairways, but then they might be able to escape through the windows. He glided up the stairs.
“There's no one here,” one of them told the others. There was hushed agreement before they began to leave, panicked. The youkai lord met them. They never stood a glimmer of a change, of course—and all four were downed within seconds. He turned to leave. The smoke was getting troublesome and making his eyes water. He couldn't smell very well either—only the smoke.
He heard a gunshot. Sharp pain. He gasped. He could smell his blood and the gunpowder. His blood was gushing out the wound in his back. He turned. Too slow. How could something so small hurt so badly? How could he have lost this much blood so soon? This was stupid…
He gasped again as the second round was fire. That one only grazed his arm, so it wasn't fatal or anything, but it still hurt. With his other arm, he killed the human with his whip. Better than risking another round.
He flinched. Damn, it hurt.
He was feeling sort of dizzy too. Human artillery weapons had improved a lot since he had first seen them. It seemed sort of stupid to be thinking about that right now though. He needed to get to a window or something. He needed to lie down. Going to sleep sounded good too.
Sort of drowsily, he wondered, Did the bullet his something vital? It's strange. I don't feel pain any more…