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Behind The Double Mirrors

We're Not What You See

{The not-so-Final Fan-Fic!}

 

{Yes, it's another annoying story. Since my last one was a bust, I had to go for another try. So, this is kind of a...closing.

I'm not saying it'll be the last one...it's just a bit of a finalization of our lives, at least this part of our lives...

So here it is!

Happy reading (and commenting *hint*hint*)! - Max a.k.a. "Cat"

 

DISCLAIMER:

{{Me: Awh, man...I STILL have to do this thing?!

Disney: Jack is OURS!

InuYasha folk: InuYasha is OURS!

Kagome: He's mine bitch!

Me: WTF?! *proceeds to bitch slap the bitch*

Kagome: *falls down stairs and dies*

Yu-Gi-Oh folk: And yea...Seto Kaiba is OURS...with his mad sexiness!

Kim: Damn.

Me: We can smack them...>.>

Kim: Nah, go ahead with the disclaimer so we don't get sued.

Meg: Hey, what about MY Jack?! He loves me...

Jack: *whimpers from a closet*

Meg: *throws food in the closet* And ye, stop whining!

Me: I'm pretty sure he doesn't WANT to be in your closet, Meg...

Meg: Damn.

Me: Yea...disclaimer time!}}

Yea...I don't own them! Happy?!

...no..?

Fine.

I don't freakin' own Captain Jack Sparrow, Seto Kaiba or my beloved InuYasha...

Alas, we need to get together a crew and commandeer the...animation field.

Or something.

Till then, I don't own them.

 

Prologue!

October 31, 2008

 

Maxine Lisa, finally 18, lives as a roomie with 21 year old Kimberley Jean! They are both attending ENMU and working part-time at Wal-Mart!

Meaghan Ashley Elizabeth, having just turned 19, is going to school in Toronto and working at a rather awesome, pirate-themed restaurant/pub to pay her rent.

Maxine and InuYasha have been on and off again over the past 2 years but are presently together.

Kim and Kaiba broke it off for awhile...Kim having gotten attracted by others. They remain friends but Kim is single again and it seems their stand-still will be put back into forward motion.

Meg and Jack are happily engaged and living together...for now.

Between school, work, and love, the three remain in constant touch.

 

{...and finally...*plays cheesy fanfare*}

Chapter One: Poison Kiss From A Rose

 

{Somewhere in New Mexico...}

{Maxine's P.o.V.}

A buzzing alarm clock woke me up. Not mine, but one in the other room. My bed shifted as the sleeping form beside me groaned, rolling over to look at me groggily.

I heard my roommate, best friend, and "sister": Kim, hit the alarm clock as the now (partially) awake form spoke softly in his rough-ish (and quite sexy) voice,"Hey..." InuYasha said.

I brushed his, now shoulder-length, silver hair from his amber optics and smiled,"Hey," I replied. He kissed me lightly and sat up slightly, stretching. He was too tall for even my twin-size bed, so he ended up hitting his feet on the end. I smiled slightly as he stood up.

InuYasha had the body of a 20 year old (although he was probably older than 60, technically)...strong and slim with toned muscles (which I couldn't help but notice, seeing as he had no shirt on), standing at about 6'3". He always had this look on his face like he knew a lifetime of things that he disguised behind a "son of a bitch attitude", as Kim said.

Wearing only jeans, he began to look for his articles of clothing. I sat up as he did so, yawning and looking at the neon blue display of my little Fender Stratocaster alarm clock.

7:23 AM on a Thursday, New Mexican October morning.

I had British Literature in an hour or so... I tried to remember where I'd dumped my homework before last nights...*ahem*..."festivities".

"Hey, Max...are you wearing my shirt..?" InuYasha asked, breaking my train of thought about my hectic day ahead.

And I did indeed have his shirt on. It was a black 'The Used' shirt and I had wanted it...off of him...last night.

He smirked like he knew what I was thinking and kneeled on the bed, by my legs, laying kisses along my neck. He let his hands go to my waist and stop at the hem of the only other article of clothing I'd slipped on late last night: black and pink "boy shorts" underwear that proclaimed: "I do it like a rockstar!"

He broke the kiss and smiled, slipping the shirt over my head. His hands brushed along my bare sides as I kissed him again...and as the "kissing" progressed to full making-out...

Kim knocked loudly on the door and burst right in.

All in the same instant: InuYasha fell off the bed, I pulled up the covers to my chin, and Kim nearly screamed,"There's been an accident...in Toronto! Something's happened!"

A million thoughts cycled through my head, about Meg and Jack and horrible things that could've happened, as InuYasha sat up on the floor and rubbed his head where he'd fallen.

 

{2 hours earlier...}

{Toronto, Ontario, Canadia!}

{Meaghan's P.o.V.}

It had been a horrible night at work...a bar fight had erupted and I was the only one, even though I didn't technically work in the bar room of the restaurant, who'd attempted to put a stop to it before the cops were finally called and came...and now it was about 3:30 AM and I was sporting a slightly swollen lip and a light bruise on my cheek.

I couldn't even drink coffee, I was so...bleh'd out. I just wanted to be home with my Jack.

I got into my car, an old VW EuroVan, running my fingers throught my long, brown hair, yawning as I mumbled a reminder to myself,"Get yourself a fucking haircut...after you sleep and sleep and sleep and go to a Halloween party..and sleep more..."

I started the old '69 bright blue van (Max and Kim...with alot of help from Kaiba, with his electronic knowledge; InuYasha, with his knowledge of..stuff...had bought and remodeled it for Jack and me. It was awesome, considering the van itself had only cost them $100 and the remodeling was almost free thanks to Kaiba's connections. And it just made it easier to pack up and visit them during vacations.) and cranked up some Red Jumpsuit Apparatus to keep me awake.

The 15 minute drive from Turtle Island, the place I worked, to the apartment complex was as busy as 3 AM in the city could be...which is not really at all.

By the time I got home, I started to sense something...

...different.

I got my key ready and ran up the steps to the third story.

No trying to bother with the wacked out elevator, I'd nearly gone psycho (with hunger) last time when it broke down between floors and all I had was a pack of Rockets to hold me over.

My senses were roaring and my heart was beating fast...and I nearly screamed when I came up to the last step. I covered my mouth and stepped forward...

...the door was straight ahead...

...kicked in, the lock in shambles.

I almost dropped my keys in shock, my breath catching in my throat,"Jack..." I whispered.

There was no noise, save for the stereo in the bedroom played, as I stepped over broken furniture... what was left of the living/dining room. The sofa looked to have been burnt; the TV had bullet holes in the sides, the screen shattered; our table had been cast aside and the chairs were thrown in the hall...

...where pictures were shattered and ripped, some still alit with dying flames.

I stepped in front of the bedroom door, a crunching under my shoe. I lifted my foot quickly and bent to pick up the picture of Jack and I at the coast. The stereo grew louder and I realized it was that Seal song Jack had sung to me at kareoke night...'Kiss From A Rose'.

I looked up, into the bedroom and suddenly nothing else mattered. I was wide awake.

Nothing else mattered but the fact that there was blood...on the wall, on the carpet, on the vanity mirror, on the white sheets. I stepped into the room, processing the bullet holes in the walls, the cracks in the mirror. "It's like a kiss from a rose on the grave..."I closed my eyes, standing in front of the vanity... "...the more I get of you the stranger it feels, yea...now that your rose is in bloom, the light hits the gloom on the grave..."

I heard myself whisper,"It's a nightmare..."

Then another harsh, but calm, voice broke the deadly silence,"Not yet."

I opened my eyes, looking into the mirror. Those eyes, another's eyes, stared back.

The metal barrel of the pistol pressed against my head and the moment stood still, the time stopping.

Tears fell, the scent of rum, the smell of the seas..."You became..my tower, my pleasure, my pain...baby..."

...the gun clicking and suddenly time sped up again.

The shot was loud, the pain was agonizing. I tried to scream and fell forward, hitting my chest on the front of the vanity, my breath being knocked out of me. My hand went to the side of my head where blood was flooding forth; I tried to breathe, tried to move from where I'd fallen to the floor.

White lights flashed before my eyes, but through it I saw the boots in front of me. "It's like a kiss from a rose...on...the grave..."

Ringing was in my ears, but I heard the voice whisper,"Now...it's your very worst nightmare..."

 

{{Me: Not bad for the first chapter, eh?

Meg: ...WTF? YOU KILLED ME?!

Kim: Dude...why are there random parts in italics? o.O;

Me: You'll see... >.>

Meg: YOU FUCKING KILLED ME!

Me: Meg, calm down...o.o;

Meg: I'M DEAD!

Me: No...you're not.

Kim: She seems to be.

Meg: WTF?!

Me: Psh, you'll see, you guys.

Meg: NO! I WANT TO SEE NOW!!!!}}

{Er, yea...comments, guys! Spill them forth and um...kneel to my..power?}

{P.S. Sorry if I screwed up those Seal lyrics...o.O;}