InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Seventh Key ❯ Temptation ( Chapter 5 )

Sorry for the late update, but this past Friday was my 19th birthday!

 

The Seventh Key

 

Chapter 5

 

Temptation

 

Kouga lay back against the couch and glared at Inuyasha walking along the balcony. He snorted and looked back at Ayame trying to revive Miroku, slumped in a chair.

 

“Come on `roku, wake up,” she murmured, patting his cheek.

 

“Give me a fucking break,” Kouga muttered. Ayame shot to her feet and marched over to stand over him.

 

“Shut up, Kouga! It's your own damn fault he's like this!” Ayame stomped up the stairs angrily, and Kouga gritted his teeth as he followed.

 

“Hey, don't you pin this on me! He's the idiot that tried to save you, not me!” he snapped. Ayame spun around just outside the door to her room.

 

“Oh yeah, what a great defense! Go to hell!” she spat, slapping him across the face. Kouga's eyes went wide as Ayame slammed the door to her room and locked it. Kouga slammed his fist into the wood.

 

“Fine, be a bitch! Fuck you!” he snarled. Inside, Ayame flopped down on the bed and burst into tears.

 

- - - - - - - - - -

 

Inuyasha knelt in front of the broken window and opened the cap of the key. A few drops of ruby blood dripped out, stretching and sealing the window. He nodded and slipped the key back into his pocket, turning and heading for the door.

 

Lightning flashed, and Inuyasha stopped in his tracks at the light flashing through the window. The wooden strips over the window were cracked and old, but the shape…lightning flashed again, and Inuyasha flinched.

 

The mallet slammed and drove the stake deeper, blood leaking from the wounds.

 

Inuyasha's eyes clenched shut.

 

“Raise him up!” the soldiers shouted. The ropes tied to the top pulled, erecting the effigy.

 

Lightning flashed once more as Inuyasha opened his eyes, the light showing through and casting the shadow of the window across the floor, clearly in the shape of a…

 

The giant cross rose across the dirt as the Roman soldiers packed dirt around its base to hold it up.

 

“Alright, let's go,” one of the Romans ordered. The soldiers slipped away, and he crept from his hiding place, creeping towards the giant wooden cross standing high in the sun. The stakes dripped blood from the wrists and to the ground. He crept closer, and heard a hiss. He spun around. A cloaked figure stood behind him. The face was shrouded in darkness but for two glowing red eyes.

 

“The key…” the figure hissed, holding out a claw. He looked down at his pouch and reached into it, pulling out a gleaming iron and stone key. “The key!” the figure demanded. He looked down at the object, and slowing reached out his hand.

 

“Inuyasha…”

 

- - - - - - - - - -

 

“Inuyasha!”

 

The man spun around, and Kagome screamed, jumping back at the barrel of the gun pointed at her forehead. Inuyasha growled.

 

“Stop doing that!” he hissed.

 

“Sorry, but you were spaced. You okay?” Kagome asked. Inuyasha looked back at the window.

 

“I'm fine. What do you want?” he replied.

 

“Just wondering if you wanted some help,” Kagome explained.

 

“I said I'm fine, go downstairs,” he snapped.

 

“Yeesh, sor-ry,” Kagome rolled her eyes and turned to the door. Inuyasha watched her go and rolled his eyes.

 

“Sorry about before,” he called. Kagome stopped and turned back. “About the knife…trying to kill you,” he explained.

 

“Don't worry about it, I get it,” she replied. “Thing is though, I knew you wouldn't do it. I had a feeling about you.” Inuyasha nodded and sighed, sitting back on the bed of the room. “Hey, question,” Kagome perked up. Inuyasha lifted his head. “Seriously…who are you?” He shrugged.

 

“Nobody…just an old, old man…” Inuyasha look at his gloved hand and sighed again. “Running on borrowed time and having to pay it back.” He stared for a moment before climbing to his feet. “Come on, the floor is sealed. Let's head downstairs.”

 

- - - - - - - - - -

 

“Don't you have any real food around this shithole?” Kouga called, pushing around some dusty items in the fridge.

 

“Like I'd tell you,” Kikyo shot back, drumming her fingers on the counter. Miroku had woken up and was rubbing his temples nursing a headache. Kagome and Bankotsu were just lounging around.

 

“Actually,” Kagome muttered, staring out the window. “There were a bunch of crates downstairs. I've never looked in any of them.”

 

“Great,” Kouga sighed, walking to the basement stairs. “Bank, c'mon,” he called. Bankotsu looked over at him from the dining area.

 

“I don't take orders from you,” he glared. Kouga gritted his teeth.

 

“Am I the only one who thinks that jackass is full of shit? I the only one with balls here?” he roared.

 

“Not if you keep mouthing off like that,” Kikyo snickered. Kouga flipped her the finger.

 

“M…what happened?” Miroku groaned, blinking his eyes open. Kouga looked back and shook his head.

 

“Oh goody, the avenging hero,” he sneered, heading for the basement steps. Miroku watched him with a glare.

 

“What'd I miss?” he asked. Bankotsu shrugged.

 

“Kouga was an asshole and sent Ayame to her room,” he said. Miroku frowned.

 

“She ok?”

- - - - - - - - - -

 

Ayame sat at the edge of the bed, dabbing at her eyes with a Kleenex. Damn it, why did Kouga have to be such an asshole? She pulled up the shoulders of her robe and sniffed.

 

Then a hand pulled the shoulders back down.

 

Ayame jumped to her feet and turned. The room lay empty. The white satin curtains hanging from the ceiling over her bed fluttered in a breeze that, thanks to the closed window, shouldn't be fluttering. Ayame swallowed and slowly crept to the door.

 

“Poor, poor Ayame…” Naraku cooed. Ayame's eyes went wide slightly at the sound of the demon's voice, but she kept walking. “I'll tell you right now, I may be a demon but if there is one thing even I think is evil, it's making a pretty girl cry.” Ayame blinked as a golden light filled the room. She gasped as warmth hit her skin.

 

“I'm sorry, did I say pretty? I meant beautiful. Because you are, Ayame, you are beautiful,” Naraku continued. Ayame felt a hand brush her hair back, and she looked over her shoulder. The golden warmth was radiating like a brilliant beacon from the window. “See, guys like Kouga are good for sex, but assholes like that have no idea how to treat women. And Miroku's sweet, but let's face it, he can't be the man that you want…that you need.”

 

Ayame stepped up to the window. Naraku stood on the ground below, glasses pushed up onto his forehead and violet eyes glittering.

 

“I can be that man…I can give you what you want…everything you want,” Naraku's voice said, even as his lips curled into a small smile. Ayame felt fresh tears roll down her cheek as her hand raised to press against the glass. “I can give you everything your amazing heart desires…all I ask is for one thing in return…” Naraku raised a hand and held it up to her. Ayame's mouth fell open as her eyes drifted shut.

 

“Let me in.”

 

- - - - - - - - - -

 

“What is all this crap?” Kouga muttered, opening another crate. “Letters, sheet metal…what the?” Kouga pulled a glass jar. “This food?” he asked, opening the lid and sniffing. “Uh, not anymore,” he groaned, tossing it behind him with a crash. He moved the crate down to the floor and reached for the next one, running a hand through his hair to straighten it from the breeze.

 

Breeze? Kouga looked up and frowned, staring at the wooden wall of planks behind the crates. He lifted a hand to the rotting wood.

 

Wind rushed over his fingers.

 

Kouga grinned and stood up, turning to look around the basement.

 

- - - - - - - - - -

 

“Ayame?” Miroku called, knocking softly on her door. It creaked slightly, and he pushed it open. “How you feeling?” he asked. Ayame was sitting on the side of her bed, staring at the window. The room was filled with lit candles. “You okay?” Miroku repeated. Ayame turned and smiled.

 

“Miroku,” she whispered, standing up.

 

“Just wanted to see how you feel,” he explained, closing the door. Ayame shrugged.

 

“Great…just great,” she replied, walking up to him. Miroku swallowed heavily as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You know…I never did thank you properly for saving my life…” she purred.

 

“Well I just wanted to make sure you-” Miroku was cut off as Ayame tightened her hold on his neck and pulled into a needy kiss. Miroku's eyes went wide as Ayame's tongue leisurely swabbed his mouth before she pulled back.

 

“Wha…what…” he stammered. Ayame's eyes twinkled.

 

“I've seen the way you look at me…do you want me?” she asked.

 

“Yes,” Miroku answered instantly.

 

“Do you love me?” Ayame continued, her breath washing over his lips.

 

“Yes,” he repeated. Ayame smiled and took his head, leading his to her bed and pushing him back.

 

“I think I need to thank you for that too,” she whispered, lowering down.

 

- - - - - - - - - -

 

“Upstairs is sealed,” Inuyasha said, walking downstairs with Kagome. “There any other way in and out of this?”

 

“You mean besides the doors and windows?” Kikyo snorted.

 

“Good. As long as we wait the night, we'll be fine. But be careful, even if they can't get in, Naraku can create illusions and try to tempt you. Whatever you do, don't listen to him, you're practically inviting them to possess you,” Inuyasha warned.

 

A scream tore through the air upstairs a moment later.