InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ THE WAR OF BLOODY *LOVE ❯ his name and the sad good bye ( Chapter 6 )

THE WAR OF BLOODY *LOVE

CHAPTER 6: HIS NAME AND THE SAD GOODBYE

The whole hallway was empty. The rest of the people were probably out having fun, or having sex somewhere else. It was real quiet in that area, and the young man laying in his temporary bed liked it that way. It gave him time to think. To think about everything... he hated this. He hated all of it with a passion. Just because of what kind of family he was born into, did it mean he had to fight?

Yes. It did. And he had no control over it. Either he fought, or he would be killed. It was that simple. It wasn't a joke either. This was serious, and that's why he hated it even more. Many willed to fight, but he sure as hell didn't. He wasn't a crybaby, he wasn't scared of death, after all, didn't his father once tell him that death was a part of life?

But beside that, how could you go out there, knowing that once you step into the battle zone, you might not ever come back? That you might be found in so many pieces that they have to reattached you like a jigsaw puzzle. Or…they just might find you as a pile of dust. But even he couldn't deny the excitement when he stepped out into the night air.

How his whole body was ready for the slightest movement. His ears would strain to their maximum, hearing everything, including things so far away. His eyes, his eyes would take in his surrounding, memorizing every detail, need it be. His body, it was built to fight, built to crush bones beneath his fingertips if he chose to. But most of all, he loved the hunt. Of how he would stalk his prey, then lunge upon it when it least suspects to be attacked. It was what he was born to do. But just because he was born to do it, and he loved it, it didn't mean he liked it.

The boy had long black hair, and black eyes. There was no moon to be seen. How could there be? With no windows, nothing could get in. and nothing could get out. He shifted on his lumpy bed, silently cursing how uncomfortable it was. Everything about this room he hated. He stayed as little as possible. That was why he was here. There was a meeting to be held. And right after it was done, he would quickly go home to be in his real bed.

But right now, all he wanted was to rest and think. His body was already weak. He was in need. He didn't know how he was going to fight tonight. He hadn't fed for a whole 3 weeks. And right now, his veins were burning with the need of it. Every time he saw what his body craved for, he had to run from it fast. If he didn't, then his instincts would take over, and he would be lost. For the whole 3 weeks, he only had animals. But he knew, sooner or later, he would have to go on a real hunt.

The room he was in now had an air of coldness. But that was to be expected. He was underground, but he didn't feel the cold much anyway. The cement walls were caked with dirt and other unidentified liquids. But the boy knew, that those dark, almost black stains were blood. The walls were also covered with cracks, leaving a free entrance for insects to go and come as they pleased.

It was a small room in size, about 17 feet wide and 10 feet high. To the left corner, closest to the door, was a small dresser. To the right corner, that was closer to him, were his weapons. They were gathered in an unneat pile on the floor. He was never to be without them, but if were to keep them on, it would be even more uncomfortable laying in the bed. The young boy let out a tired breath. How long was he to wait here, sitting in the darkness, waiting for the meeting to start?

He could be out having fun with the others, bathing in drinks and such. Especially women. They literally threw them selves at him, begging him to take them right then and there. But, whatever, if they wanted to make a fool out of themselves, let them, because he wasn't going to waste his time on them. At all.

The boy's thought were disrupted, when the heavy metal door to his room creaked open, causing some dim light to pour into the room where he lay still on his bed. Another boy, about his age, stood at the door, looking at him on the bed.

"Miroku," said the boy who was lying on the bed. "Get out. I'm not in the mood for your crap. I told you to only come in if-"

"The meeting was about to start," finished the boy at the door. "Well, you better hurry up. Because it starts in two minutes." He said with a grin. He was tall and slightly slim. He had short black hair, that was gathered in the back of his head in a small ponytail. His eyes were dark brown, and they shined slightly in the dim light coming from the hallway.

The boy on the bed slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. Again, he could feel the burn in his veins, but he wouldn't let Miroku see that. He got up from the bed and stretched, he stopped when he heard the faint sound of bone cracking from his body, leaving him feeling good. He walked towards Miroku at the door and stopped in front of him. "Your just now telling me that the meeting is starting, knowing I only have two minutes before?" the long haired bo said.

"Yes," said Miroku, mater of fact. "And if you don't hurry…" Miroku looked at his watch that was on his wrist, "You'll be late." He finished with another smile. But the long haired boy smiled too.

"Don't you now?" he said. "If I'm late, and you're here to get me…" he let the rest of it float in the air, knowing that Miroku would understand.

Miroku's eyes because wide. "Then I'll be late too!"

"No duh." And with that, he quickly walked down the hall, towards the meeting hall. The hallways were dark too, some people scurried pass, hoping to get last minutes things done before they went to the meeting. The boy didn't think they would make it. Matter of fact, he better hurry up too. The head supervisor, Naraku, wouldn't tolerate them being late. Since he was chosen to be the supervisor, he was kind of being…well…a bastard.

He always yelled and acted all high and mighty. Everyone hated him. Especially the boy. But no one voiced their fears because they were too scared of him. But whether they liked it or not, they still had to do what he said, and what he wanted. After all, the Lady did pick him to be the supervisor before she took her rest. The boy hated that too. He heard someone walking behind him and turned to see who it was. Miroku. The boy turned back around and rolled his eyes.

He reached the end of the hall and came to two big double doors. He could already hear all of the low murmuring of the many people in the room. He pushed it open and walked through it. Instantly, when the people in the meeting saw him, all conversation went quiet. He walked pass tables and rows of people. And he couldn't help but notice all the men's eyes shifting away from him. Of how people moved so their backs were to him.

They were scared. He was the meanest, nastiest, and scariest man in that meeting hall right then, and he knew it. He smiled at it. He took a seat to the far back of the big room and waited patiently for the meeting to start. Naraku soon walked through the door himself. In all of his evil glory. He walked up to the front of the room, and walked up on the small platform. That signaled he was ready to speak.

There was a sudden silence from everyone in the room. They were waiting for him to talk. Naraku stood on the platform, his hands by his sides carelessly. His hair was black and long like the boy. Except his was longer, and slightly wavy at the ends. The boy thought to himself, with humor, that it made Naraku look like a drag queen. But the most scary part of him, were his eyes. They were lifeless depths, of black, that no one dared to look into…except for the long haired boy. He wasn't scared of Naraku to be honest.

Naraku's skin was so pale, it was sickly, even for what he was. His lip was curled up in a faint smirk, and his evil eyes roamed the room, searching everyone until there was absolute silence. When there was, he began to speak. It was like his voice had an instant effect on the long haired boy. Already his ears didn't want to hear his voice. But he had to listen.

"Hello," Naraku said. "You all know why we are here in the meeting room tonight. And if by now you don't know, then you are stupid, because we've been doing this for years. Anyway, I want to get right to the point. Two nights ago, as you already know, we lost three of our men to the enemy. Their bodies were found, well, most of their bodies anyway. They were brave men. They risked their lives to protect us. We must not let their deaths be in vain. Tonight, the enemy is planning to attack us. We must be ready. We're going to split up in groups and fight them."

There was a slight mummer of conversation that erupted from the people in the hall. When that quieted, he continued.

"By now, they know all of our fighting areas, excluding here, so when we go there to fight, they'll be there too. Some will go outside to fight. While others will stay to get the weapons ready. I will tell you which area you will fight in. I will begin." Naraku paused to retrieve a scroll out of his pocket. He unraveled it and began to read. "Min, you will be at the lookout. Hedaki, the lookout. Sooka, lookout…" The long haired boy tuned Naraku out and prepared to hear his name. He already knew what position he was going o get. He got it all the time.

He looked to his left and saw Miroku. He leaned over to him and whispered, "You do know what I'm going to get right?"

"No. What?" Miroku answered.

The longhaired boy rolled his eyes. They knew each other since they were babies, he was the only one not scared of him, and yet, the idiot still didn't know…"What do you think? It's what I get all the time. And sometimes you get it too. Are you that stupid?"

Miroku's face became dark. His forehead crinkled and his lips tightened. "Yeah. I know what you're talking about now."

"He always picks me to do it. Me and other people-but he never rotates me. I've never even seen most of the other sites because I'm always in the same place."

"Trust me; the other sites are just as bad as this one. Hope I don't get it this time. That place is cursed."

"You have a 50/50 chance. I have a-"

"Sh! He's calling names for the part your always picked for."

The longhaired boy pulled back and sat up straight in his seat, now reluctantly listening to Naraku.

"…person for the most important site," Naraku was saying, " is…of course you all know who he is…" everyone in the room was quiet now. Just like they always are when this part was being called. Naraku looked and slowly raised a skinny finger to point at the longhaired boy. "…Inuyasha," Naraku finished. Everyone turned back in their seats to look at him now. So, that was his name. Inuyasha.

Inuyasha mumbled under his breath, "It's nothing new that I'm picked."

But of course, Naraku heard. "What was that? Inuyasha?" he asked. Inuyasha raised his head slowly, and looked Naraku dead in the eye. Midnight black met with lifeless black. Inuyasha stared at him a while. And then repeated what he said, this time aloud so Naraku could hear. "I said that it's nothing new for you to pick me. You know you always pick me for the site of the Woods."

They stared again. Neither saying a word. Inuyasha could have sworn,-maybe, he couldn't be sure- that he saw a flicker of fear cross Naraku's face. But before Inuyasha could be sure, it was gone. Inuyasha smiled, and before being dismissed, got up from his chair, and left the meeting.

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"Inuyasha," Miroku said, walking into his room. "Naraku said that we leave in 20 minutes."

"Fuck what Naraku says!" came the reply of Inuyasha, who was currently back on his bed.

"Now, Inuyasha, we all know Naraku is a-"

"Bastrard who has no life," Inuyahsa finished.

"Yes. We know he is a lot of things. But we must do our job. Otherwise, if we refuse…"

"I know! I know what will happen!" Inuyasha yelled.

"Did you ever think that Naraku puts you in the Woods because you're the best?" reasoned Miroku.

"Please. You know as well as I do, that he wants me dead. Dead, dead, dead! But I wonder why."

Miroku gave up. There was no reasoning with Inuyasha.

"Inuyasha, just meet me by the main doors. And don't forget your weapons." Miroku said, before slamming the door shut. Or at least almost slamming it shut, before he heard Inuyasha yell, "Wait! What site did he put you on?"

"The same site as you," Miroku replied, before slamming the door completely.

Inuyasha, though he didn't want to, removed himself from his bed, and got his weapons. First, he had to strap his belt on around his waist. Then, he strapped his protective vest around his torso. He connected the straps over his shoulder. He cursed when some of his long hair was caught in the Velcro. He didn't know why they needed those tings anyway.

He picked up his sword and connected it to the strap around his hip. He then picked up his guns. He strapped one on either side of his hip-one to the right, one to the left. Then, he put one in the strap on the front of his chest. He picked up the row of bullets, and using the stupid Velcro, strapped it across his chest going diagonal. He threw on another black shirt over the one he already had on, making sure it covered every inch of his weapons. He then grabbed his black leather jacket, and left through the door to meet Miroku at the main doors.

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Everything that happened next was a big shock to Kagome. She couldn't believe that Hojo, the sweet love sick Hojo would actually do that. Kagome watched wide eyed as he brought his fist back and slammed it into Kouga's face. She watched as Kouga stumbled back-a little. She watched when Kouga slowly brought his head up and, using the back of his hand, wiped the new running blood from his lip.

She watched with new horror, as Kouga-smiled? Yes, smiled like Hojo's punch was nothing, nothing at all. And when he drew back his fist, and slammed it into Hojo's face so hard that he flew back into the punch table…well...that was when chaos began. As soon as Hojo hit the punch table, causing the table to fall and break apart, everyone began to yell and scream and jump about, like it was a zoo.

Some went to go help Hojo, while some cussed at Kouga for hitting him. Some just sat down and watched, as if it was some picture show. Actually, Kagome did indeed spot a couple sitting casually on the couch watching. The girl had the popcorn and her hand.

"Pass the popcorn, Jane," the boy said to the girl before he grabbed it and started to devour it. Kagome couldn't believe it. She didn't know what to do first, go to Hojo, who was currently bleeding like mad on the floor, or go talk to Kouga and see what the hell was going on. The choice was pretty simple. Go to Hojo, duh! She cast one quick glance at Kouga, who was just standing there, looking oddly calm in all of the madness.

Kagome found herself just staring at him. He caught her eye and smiled. He mouthed something that Kagome should never have heard over the yelling of people. But she did. He said, "See you later, my love." Kagome snapped to, and turned her back to him and made her way through the crowd of people surrounding Hojo. The table was broken right down the middle, and he was laying right in it. The punch was dumped over his lap, and that was covered with all of the snacks that were on the table.

Hojo's lip was bleeding and his eyes were slightly swollen. Everyone was swarmed around him, like he was honey, and they were the bees. Kagome made her way closer to Hojo. Some dumb girl, obviously one of his fan girls, had Hojo's head on his lap. She was running her hands through his hair, like that was going to magically remove the blood all over his lip. Really, some girls were so stupid. And Hojo seemed to like it too. Kagome kneeled in front of Hojo and the bimbo.

At the sight of Kagome, Hojo tried to sit up from the bimbo's lap so he could look better for her, or, at least that's what Kagome thought he was trying to do.

"No! Hojo! Don't try to sit up. Your already hurt." She said to him, as she gently pushed his head back to the bimbo's lap.

"Kagome! I'm so sorry. If I didn't hit that guy…" he faded off.

"It's okay. But why did you hit that guy, anyway? We were just dancing."

"I…I…" Hojo cast a glance at the bimbo his head was on. "Can you give us minutes please? And can you tell everyone I'm okay and that they can go on with the party?" he asked her. The bimbo nodded her head, and got up. She gave Hojo a flirtatious kiss on the lips, and turned to Kagome with a look that said, "I've got him and you don't." but Kagome stayed cool, because she didn't like Hojo.

Before she walked away, Kagome asked the bimbo, "And can you get me some hot water and bandages-for Hojo I mean?" the bimbo glared at Kagome and walked away. She could be heard trying to get the party back up again. Kagome turned back to look at Hojo.

"Hojo, are you sure your okay?" Kagome asked him.

"I'm fine. Don't worry." He touched his busted lip and flinched. "But I have to say, that guy had a mean left hook." Kagome and Hojo laughed.

"You seemed really mad out there Hojo-with that guy I mean…" Kagome said, almost to herself. Hojo was silent, before he replied.

"He…should never have kissed you…"

"Hojo! He was just being polite. Then you just came along and-and punched him! I cant believe you did that!"

"You said you were looking for Sango, not creeping around with some guy!"

"Creeping? Hojo we are not together, so how could I creep on you? Goodness! Then you get yourself hurt. All over something stupid. I don't even know what it was about."

Hojo looked at her like she was crazy. "You, Kagome. It was over you…don't you know I like you? Ever since grade school, Kagome! My God! I was weak for you…"

"Hojo…" Kagome didn't know what to say. She already knew he liked her. But to have him make this big confession like that…she didn't know what to do, or say. She was stuck. "Hojo…I don't… like…" she couldn't finish it. She just couldn't. It was too harsh. To sad to say, to admit. But her eyes must have said it all. Because Hojo said the rest for her.

"…you don't like me like that. I know," he said. But his voice was quiet, and tired. Kagome wanted to cry…

"We-we can still be friends, cant we?" she asked. She hated that line. Every time she heard that she knew everything in that relationship was over. They would never be friends. Never.

Hojo didn't smile. He just looked at her with that sad look that made Kagome want to run away. He really was a handsome guy. She could only hope that he found someone. But he just wasn't for her. Kagome just realized that the bimbo never came back with the hot water and bandages. Where was she? Kagome grabbed a napkin and reached for Hojo's lip to wipe the blood off. But before she could do it, he pulled away. Kagome sighed.

"Hojo, I need to clean you up."

"I can clean my self." He snatched the napkin out her hand.

"Hojo! I'm just trying to help.

"You know what? Forget it. I don't need your help! You've changed Kagome Higurashi. You've changed a lot."

Kagome looked at him. Not mad, but sad. Sad for him. Then she said quietly, "Your only saying that because he tried to kiss me…and I let him…but I wont let you…" what she said was the truth and Kagome knew it. And when she looked at him, laying on the floor with those sad, angry eyes, he knew it was the truth too.

Then Kagome got up, and walked out the door.

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AN: Damn, my hands hurt. Another chapter done in one day. Man, I am tired. Please read and review. I need to know how this story is going and I need to know if you like it. Thanks.