InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Seventh Key ❯ A Hot Night ( Chapter 3 )

The Seventh Key

 

Chapter 3

 

A Hot Night

 

“Let her go!” Bankotsu roared. Sesshomaru and he whipped out their guns and took aim at Inuyasha. Kagome gasped for breath as she lowered her eyes to stare at the knife at her throat. Everyone was staring at her and the man holding the knife, except for Naraku. He just shook his head and sat down on the couch, putting his feet up on the table.

 

“Oh give me a break, `yash, come on,” he yawned.

 

“Get the hell away from me or I swear I'll kill her!” Inuyasha yelled.

 

“Put the girl down,” Bankotsu ordered. Naraku rolled his eyes.

 

“Officer, I know this man, he is a liar, a thief and a lowlife, but he is not a murderer,” he laughed.

 

“Leave before I prove you wrong!” Inuyasha snapped.

 

“That ain't gonna happen,” Sesshomaru countered.

 

“Damn straight, he doesn't have it in him,” Naraku agreed. Inuyasha stared at them for a moment before growling and snapping his hand. Kagome went pale and stiff as the steak knife imbedded itself in the wood of the table. Inuyasha glared at Naraku and held up his hands. Kagome stood for a moment before fleeing to the front hall. Sesshomaru marched up the steps to the dining area and pushed Inuyasha down onto the table, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. Inuyasha kept his eyes trained on Naraku as he followed Bankotsu up the stairs.

 

“Alright, ya bastard, let's find out who you are,” Sesshomaru said, reaching into his pocket. He found a wallet and flipped through it. Sesshomaru finally found a licence and pulled it out. “Inuyasha Taisho…what the hell?” Sesshomaru glared at him. “According to this, you were born 1895.”

 

“So…that would make him how old?” Mushin asked. Sesshomaru looked at Kikyo.

 

“What's his room?” he snapped.

 

Five,” Kikyo replied.

 

“Check it out,” Sesshomaru said. Bankotsu nodded and headed towards the stairs.

 

“Now…who the hell are you?” Sesshomaru asked.

 

“Read the I.D.,” Inuyasha replied. Sesshomaru hit him.

 

“Look officer, I'm a busy man, I'd just like to get what's mine and be on my way,” Naraku said, sitting down beside Mushin.

 

“Yeah, what is it he has anyway?” Sesshomaru asked. Naraku locked eyes on Inuyasha.

 

“It's small, made out of stone and iron. It's in the shape of a key,” he explained. Sesshomaru nodded and patted Inuyasha up and down.

 

“He's clean,” he replied, looking up at Naraku. Naraku raised his eyebrows and leaned over the table.

 

“Where'd ya stash it?” he whispered. Inuyasha lifted his head and spat. Naraku sighed and raised his sleeve to wipe off his cheek.

 

“Alright…I can wait.”

 

- - - - - - - - - -

 

Bankotsu edged up the stairs, gun at the ready. He went to the first door and opened the door to Inuyasha's room. He took a step inside and paused.

 

“Oh…God,” a voice moaned. Bankotsu frowned and leaned back to look down the balcony. A door was narrowly ajar.

 

“Like that baby?” a second voice replied. Bankotsu edged down the balcony.

 

“No no, not again!” the first voice protested. Bankotsu scowled and kicked down the door.

 

“Freeze!” he roared, cocking his gun. Ayame screamed and jumped off the bed, wrapping her arms around her chest and kneeling down. Bankotsu's eyes widened. Kouga's limbs had been handcuffed to the bedposts, and two red and black cables lay on the side of the bed, connecting to…Bankotsu stared at the bedside table, or rather, what was on it.

 

“Is that a car battery?”

 

- - - - - - - - - -

 

“That right?” Sesshomaru nodded, talking on a cellphone. Kikyo was sitting with Kagome on another sofa to the side. Mushin was still at the table with Naraku and Inuyasha, while Miroku was leafing through the fridge in the kitchen. “Alright. Thanks,” Sesshomaru hung up. “That was the station,” he said, pulling Inuyasha's head up by the hair. “According to their records, Inuyasha Taisho died in the 1950's. So, again, who the hell are you?” Inuyasha glared at him.

 

“I checked his room,” Bankotsu called, walking down the stairs. A dressed Kouga and Ayame in a nightgown and a robe walked before him. “It's empty.” Naraku rolled his eyes.

 

“You crafty little bastard,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

 

“Look who's talking,” Inuyasha muttered. Mushin gasped and jumped to his feet.

 

“I know where it is!” he cried, rushing around the table. Inuyasha's eyes widened.

 

“Mushin, no!” he roared, getting up. Sesshomaru pushed him back down.

 

“I saw him stash it and didn't even notice,” Mushin explained. Sesshomaru nodded.

 

“Damn it, don't…” Inuyasha hissed. Mushin winced and knelt down, reaching under the table. There was a clunk, and Inuyasha's face fell. Mushin stood up, a small object in his hand, and Naraku's eyes lit up.

 

In Mushin's hand lay a small, round object of stone. It was a ring, carved from stone, finely smoothed. Iron bars ran through it, making the shape of a cross. Along the ring of stone lay seven pieces of iron in the shape of stars. What looked like a lid was on the “top” of the iron cross.

 

“Hold on,” Sesshomaru said, answering his ringing cellphone. Naraku smiled and set his briefcase on the table.

 

“Mr. Sakai,” he said, flipping it open. Black foam lined the inside, the middle having an indentation in the shape of the relic in Mushin's hand. Mushin looked up. “If you please,” Naraku prodded.

“Don't listen to him!” Inuyasha grunted. Mushin looked down at his hand.

 

“Actually, before you give it back, open it up, who knows what kind of stuff he's crammed in it,” Naraku continued. Mushin looked up at him.

 

“Hold on,” Sesshomaru said, hanging up his phone and grabbing Mushin's arm. He put the key in the briefcase and snapped it shut. “Bank,” Sesshomaru ordered, holding the case out. Bankotsu took it and grabbed Inuyasha's hands, leading him out of the dining area.

 

“My key?' Naraku asked, looking at Sesshomaru.

 

“We'll have to keep it for evidence for a bit, of course,” Sesshomaru replied. Naraku smiled and nodded.

 

“Of course,” he agreed, turning to watch Bankotsu lead Inuyasha to the front door. “See ya `yash!” he called with a laugh.

 

“You won't miss him,” Sesshomaru grunted. Naraku frowned as cold metal hit his wrist, and looked over his shoulder to see the officer handcuff him. “See, that was the station. Those cars you two wrecked earlier were both stolen, and there's no record of anyone named `Naraku' in the computers. So we're gonna lock you two up for a night, see if you wanna tell us the truth in the morning.” Sesshomaru pushed Naraku out of the dining area, and he stopped.

 

“Ya know, Inuyasha,” Naraku sighed, shaking his head. Inuyasha turned as Naraku shrugged. “I was really hoping to avoid this,” Naraku explained. And with that, he sneered, pulled his handcuff chain apart, brought up a fist, spun around…

 

And punched through Sesshomaru's head.

 

Ayame let out a scream as Naraku's knuckles burst through the back of the officer's skull. The other occupants let out similar cries of surprise and horror. Naraku scowled and put a hand on the corpse's shoulder, struggling to free his hand. Inuyasha spun around and glared at Bankotsu, who was staring at the scene with a slack jaw.

 

“The keys!” he roared. Bankotsu didn't respond. Inuyasha scowled and looked around. He ran to Kikyo's desk and spun around, looking over his shoulder as he pulled his cuffs taut and pulled them down over a loose nail. They snapped. Naraku ripped Sesshomaru's head off and flung his arm out, the head flying out a window. He turned and leapt over the sofa. Bankotsu screamed and threw the briefcase across the room, the item landing neatly on the table in front of the sofa. Naraku reached for it with a grin.

 

Inuyasha bounded onto the table and dove, tackling him to the ground. Naraku hissed as the table and sofa snapped under their weight. Inuyasha grabbed a lamp from the table by the sofa and grabbed it by the neck, swinging it into Naraku's face. Naraku fell backwards over the back of the sofa, and Inuyasha grabbed the briefcase, clipping it open and grabbing the key. Naraku leapt back over the edge of the sofa with a snarl, and Inuyasha slammed the key up into the arm reaching for him.

 

The arm of the coat burst into flame, and Naraku's skin boiled under the touch of the key. With a roar, Naraku spun around, pushed Inuyasha away, and leapt out the broken window Sesshomaru's head had made.

 

“What the hell was that?” Kouga demanded. Inuyasha got up and ran to the window, the other hotel residents following suit.

 

“God damn stupid sons of bitches!” Naraku raged, pulling off his ruined coat and flinging it to the ground. “You damn bastard, `yash! Why the fuck do we have to do this again!” he demanded, glaring at the man in question. “All you idiots had to do was give me the fucking key! `Oh no, we're humans, we have to fight the fucking goddamn piece of shit good fight'!” Naraku mocked, his eyes flashing red. Everyone but Inuyasha stepped back. Naraku ran a hand through his hair and held up a hand.

 

“Ya know what, you all wanna die, fine, it'll be my fucking pleasure,” Naraku growled, holding up a finger. His nail grew longer and sharper. “Attention residents of the rundown pisshole!” Naraku called. “This building, is hereby…condemned.” And with that, he drew his nail down his palm. A two-inch cut appeared, glowing red for a moment, before it began to bleed black blood.

 

“What the hell?” Kagome whispered. Naraku whistled as he flung his hand out, gobs of the dark substance splashing on the ground.

 

“Exactly,” Inuyasha muttered. The pools of black blood bubbled on the ground, and grew larger. Clouds thundered in the distance and Naraku wiped off his hand on his pants and smirked. The pools of blood grew even larger, most of them a foot wide, flames spurting up randomly. As the hotel guests watched, the largest pool began to rise. A form appeared, rising from the blood. There was a plume of flame as the form completed itself.

 

Naraku held up his arms as vaguely humanoid forms appeared from his blood. As the forms finished taking shape, they stood four feet tall, and dripped with translucent slime. They vaguely resembled half-decomposed skeletons, stringy grey hair reaching from their skulls, their eyes glowing greens. They screeched and surrounded Naraku, looking up at him and stroking his chest with long claws.

 

“Get back from the window,” Inuyasha ordered. Everyone did as he said, and Inuyasha pulled the key from his pocket and flipped open the lid. He lowered the top to the windowpane. A few drops of ruby blood spilled out, and Inuyasha quickly closed the lid. The blood glowed and spread out along the edge of the window, before flashing and vanishing.

 

“Hey `yash!” Naraku sneered. Inuyasha looked up. The pools of black blood were gone, along with the demons. “Have fun!” he laughed. Inuyasha glared and flipped him the finger before marching into the hotel.