InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The End As We Know It ❯ Mystery At Midnight ( Chapter 2 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Disclaimer: As I said, I do not own InuYasha, blaze’ blaze’, or Sesshomaru, more blaze’ blaze’.

Speaking of Sesshomaru:

I can’t find him anywhere! I’ve searched everywhere and I can’t find him. And I miss him so! Oh, why did he drink martinis and Prozac! Oh why!

Auntie Raven: Hey, Anonymous! I’ve found a lead, niece!

Me: Are you serious!

Auntie: Yes, now hurry up idiot!

Me: - -; Good old Auntie Raven.

(Picks up phone)

Me: Hello?

Person: Yes, is this Ms. Better Known As Anonymous?

Me: Yes

Person: Yes, hello. I am Detective Weed...

Me: Weed?

DW: Weed. And I believe I have found this...Sesshomaru you are looking for.

Me: Really! Where is he?

DW: The Dog Pound.

Me: I know that much. But which jail?

DW: No, I mean he is at an actual dog pound.

Me and Auntie Raven: o o;

Me: Are you serious?

DW: Unfortunately, I am.

Me: Oh dear sweet mercy! I seriously need to work this situation out. As I do this, enjoy the chapter. I know I haven’t updated in about 3 and a half weeks, but at least I try!

Chapter 2: Mystery At Midnight

& nbsp; Sesshomaru flopped down on his futon. He had a long day. Too damn long if you ask him.

& nbsp;Tomorrow I have to do the same thing over again, he thought, frustrated. Sesshomaru rubbed his temples. From dawn to way after dusk, he trained, did paperwork, went to six different council meetings, and still found time to play with Rin until it was time for her to go to bed. Even after all that, he had a new stack of paper work on his desk and he still has to look for Naraku. Sesshomaru closed his eyes.

Tick

The clock then rang 11.

; Might as well go to sleep. The demon lord took off his armor and boots, pulled his covers over his head, and fell fast asleep.

&nbs p; & nbsp;

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Tick

The clock rang.

Sesshomaru yawned and looked at it. It was midnight. He groaned in frustration. He slept for only an hour and would be awake for the rest of the night. Rubbing his eyes, Sesshomaru stretched and got out of bed. He walked over to his balcony, opened the double doors, and stepped out.

& nbsp;A cool breeze caressed his platinum white locks from his face. Sesshomaru’s calculating gaze studied the garden. The emerald green grass ans crystal pond glimmered in the moonlight. The cherry tree had blossomed with virgin white flowers. Looking at the tree, Sesshomaru felt a pang in his heart.

; That was the tree Mother always sat by. He suddenly got lost in one of the fonder memories of his childhood

&n bsp; “Mother?” a young Sesshomaru called.

“What is it love?”

&nbs p; “I have a question to ask you.”

; The young boy bounded on his mother’s lap. She smiled and put the flower necklace she was making around his neck.

; “Mommy? Will you be with me forever?”

& nbsp; His mother looked at him in shock. “Of course I will!”

&nbs p; “Really?” Sesshomaru whispered hopefully.

“Really. I’ll be right here,” pointing at his heart, “Even if I am not here,” she said patting the grass she was sitting on. Sesshomaru giggled and kissed his mother on the cheek.

& nbsp; Sesshomaru shook his head free of the painful thoughts. He continued his inspection of the garden. What the hell am I looking for? He thought as he searched the peaceful scenery before him. He wanted to back inside and go right back to sleep, but something compelled him to stay. He had a strange feeling. A strange, distant, fluttering feeling that was somewhere deep in his chest.

; Without warning, a shriek echoed through the night. Sesshomaru leapt off the balcony and bounded to the source of the scream. It was none of his business, he kept telling himself. And yet, like instinct, his feet Lead him to the clearing the shriek originated from.

What is this? Sesshomaru thought in complete contempt. What the hell are they doing?

A/N: Hooray! Cliff hanger! Sorry for not updating in forever. I am lazy and typing is not one of my strong points. Now if you asked me to eat 10 slices of pizza, or aggravate the hell out of Raven2evil, then you would be falling into the categories of my profession. My profession of complete and upmost psychotic-dom. Hey, that is the reason I write. It is my existence. Besides, I have no life what so ever. Damn, being 14 isn’t what its cracked up to be. Oh great. I’m depressed.(Ten seconds later) and now I’m not! ATOO!

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