Insane-san says: Hey. It's like...Me. So...I thought of this really nice idea...And decided to type a fanfiction. -wink- It's scary and cool...The second chapter will be more natural of course, but for some reason I feel like ya know..This chapter is kind of like...How should I say this...Introductory? I don't know what I'm saying. I think I actually have some verb tense confusion near the start, but I can't put my claw on where it is exactly or how to fix it, so just...Ignore it. -snort- PLEASE review and tell me how you like it. Thanks so much. Oh, and this -heheh- will be an Inu/Kag story. There will also be more spaces in between paragraphs and whatever but I wrote this chapter with no spaces so it was kind of annoying to add spaces in, but I did my best. I know how you people love those spaces...Unless you think it's fine and you I don't need more spaces? Tell me in a review. Thanks.

Enjoy the story.

Shousetsu no Kowai

Page one.

It's modern Japan.

Normal high schools, normal houses, mostly normal people. A raven-haired Japanese teen walks the streets of Tokyo daily with her friends. Everyday they do the same things, see the same people, and enjoy gossip. The raven-haired girl is Kagome. She wouldn't give a yen to anyone if they could change her life. She loved her routine activities and all the people she knew. There wasn't anyone in the world that scared her in any way at all. She was brave and smart and sensible. Walking on the same path with three of her best friends one day, Kagome spotted a small bookstore across the street from them. She had never seen it before even though she'd walked that road countless times since she was a child.

Something about that book store caught her attention and she couldn't look away. "Hey guys," She said to them without moving her gaze from the store. "How about we go in there? It looks nice. They might have some nice stuff since it's new." She said with a smile. "I don't think so, Kagome," One of her friends spoke up. "It...Doesn't look new to me at all." Her friends were disturbed by that little book store and had no desire to ever go near it. They wanted to go to the mall like they did every weekend.

"It must be new." Kagome said firmly. "We've never seen if before, have we? We pass those buildings every day on the way back home, don't we?" Her friends glanced at each other and nodded hesitantly. "That shop...Those big buildings were always touching, weren't they...? How could they just...Move apart?" Her friend Eri asked. "Oh come on, guys." Kagome chirped. "It looks kind of nice!" Her friends examined the small store on the other side of that street with distaste. It appeared smashed in between two taller, much cleaner office buildings. It seemed highly out of place on the busy street. Reddish-brown brick made up the outside and shabby wooden boards were nailed messily on the top like weak excuse for a roof. There were two windows on either side of the thin door that were extremely foggy. The words Book Shoppe were barely visible above the door.

"Well then," Kagome said as she strode across the street. "I'll go in and check it out. You guys can come, or wait there." She said. Her friends didn't even have time to speak up before Kagome was opening the door to the shop. She made her way over the threshold, her blue-grey eyes sparkling with curiosity. If there was one thing Kagome was weak to, it was books. She could read a four-hundred page novel in less than a day with ease. "Hello?" She called cheerfully. She was quickly welcomed by a loud grunt of acknowledgment. That being her okay to go in, she walked further into the shop. It was dimly lit and the smoke of incense could be seen floating through the air clearly. The scent of orange blossoms and mist was overpowering and Kagome let out a light cough.

Suddenly, an old man appeared before her. He was short with thin white hair. He was dressed in the robes of a shrine-keeper from long ago. He seemed very unpleasant to Kagome and she found herself avoiding his gaze. "What do you want?" He asked gruffly. Kagome blinked and cupped her hands behind her back. "Umm...I love books. I felt interested when I saw this place so I decided to come inside."

The old man showed the slightest hint of a smile and turned around. "Y' love books, eh?" He asked above a whisper. "What kind?" He snapped over his shoulder. Kagome jumped and cleared her throat. "I...Umm...I love all kinds of books, sir." The old man curled his face into a sneer and glanced her up and down. "I didn't ask that, girl. I asked what kind?" Kagome swallowed heavily and pointed her face to a book shelf a few feet away from her. "I guess I like...Romance novels, like every girl...And horror. Scary stuff. I don't like myster-" The old man made a loud noise in his throat that cut Kagome off. "I didn't ask what you didn't like." He said, bending over.

He rubbed his back with a fist and stared Kagome in the eyes. "Scary stories, you say? I have one you may like. Yes...Follow me." The man turned and walked up a short ramp and set his path for a small black door that hung open on the other side of the room. Kagome wet her lips and walked after him quickly. They reached the black door and the man went inside. Kagome followed him reluctantly, feeling her heart speed up at the sight of the dark room. Two small candles lit the room. They sat on little bamboo plates in the center of the room on the floor. Kagome eyed them suspiciously. "Here we are." The man said, startling Kagome out of her thoughts. "Where is 'here'?" Kagome asked quietly. The man grinned at her. Kagome made a mental note of the old man's broken and missing yellow teeth.

"This is my special book room." Kagome looked around at the walls covered in books. "Special book room?" Kagome echoed. The man nodded with a proud smirk. "The book I recommend for yourself is over here, young girl." Kagome watched as the man moved in a crumpled position for a shelf on the opposite wall. Kagome hadn't noticed a lone shelf on that wall that was empty, save one single book.

When the man reached shakily for the book, Kagome felt the need to run out of the room. Stop being silly, she kept telling herself. He finally grabbed the book firmly in his gnarled hand and pulled it from its resting place on the shelf. He moved his wrinkled face towards Kagome. "It has allowed me to remove it from the shelf." He said with one popping eye. Kagome gasped quietly. It may not have been a wise choice to go in that bookstore after all. "It had to be alone on one shelf...Did you notice that?" He asked, licking his thin wrinkled lips. Kagome curled her fingers around themselves in nervousness and nodded slowly. "...Why?" She forced herself to ask.

The man turned his body around so he faced her, his arm in the air, grasping the book. "Why?" He repeated her. "Because whenever I'd come in here, I'd find the other books in shreds on the floor, that's why. Imagine the money I lost!" He screeched with a disgusted smile. Kagome stared at the floor. "Does it frighten you, girl? It frightens me, too. Here," He walked towards her. "Take it." Kagome stared at the book with wonder. What was it about? Who wrote it? Was this man crazy, or was he telling the truth? Questions buzzed through Kagome's head like an angry bee, ready to sting.

Kagome felt her arm moving on its own. She reached up and touched her fingertips to the black swirling spine of the red book. It didn't burn like she thought. It was just a book after all. Kagome felt her courage recovering itself from the fear and she took the book from the old man. "Thank you." She said. The man nodded very fast and dropped his arm to its side as though it were an anvil. "How much?" Kagome asked, regaining her cheerful personality. The man lost his smile and he gazed blankly at the book Kagome now cradled in her slender arms.

"...Nothing for that book...Just...take it." Kagome turned her head to the side in confusion and then nodded. "Thank you very much." She bowed and turned around. "One more thing," The man called in a croaky voice. Kagome glanced over her shoulder and slowed her pace. "Don't...open that thing until you get home. Go somewhere...Quiet. Away from noise." The color drained out of Kagome's face. "Somewhere you can be alone." He hissed eagerly. Kagome turned around and ran for the exit of the bookstore. She clambered through the door and ran across the street, not paying attention to the cars.

She ran past her friends and left them behind on the street to question her sanity. She ran and ran, cradling the book as if it were an ill baby. After much running and panting, Kagome reached her house. She stumbled up the stairs of her old shrine home and ran desperately for her front door. She pushed her weight against the white door and slid her hand over the doorknob. The door gave way and she fell into the threshold.

"Kagome," A calm voice called. "Is that you?" Kagome payed no attention to her mother's voice.

She looked left and to her right, trying to think of a place where she would be alone in quiet. The well house, she thought. She backed out of the doorway and slammed it. She dragged her feet through the sand until she reached the small shack. She opened the doors and then slammed them. She pulled a long slab of wood down to lock them and sighed heavily. It was pitch black in that little shack. She jumped down the little steps and sat on top of the roof of the well.

"Now," Kagome said. "I'll start...Reading you." She panted. Kagome gazed upon the cover of the book for quite some time. It was ten inches wide and eleven inches tall. The cover was hard and red with the texture of small scales. There was neither title on the front cover nor an author name on the spine. The spine was black and swirling. Like an evil smoke. The book itself was quite thick. Kagome heard her mother in the distance calling her name, but Kagome didn't feel the need to answer her at all. She waited until she couldn't hear her mother's voice any more to open the book. Her pale nails traced the front cover. She pressed three fingers on the inside of the front cover and pushed it open.

A faint red light emanated from the first page of the book. It lit up the well house in the deep color of blood and Kagome felt its warmth on her face. She moved her fascinated face closer to the first page of the book, ignoring her loose jaw. The page was white and crisp. Deep red shining Kanji symbols trailed down the page angrily. She placed her pointer finger below the first symbol and traced it down as she read.

"Shousetsu no...Kowai." Kagome breathed.

She felt the book began to tremble in her hands. It moved more violently by the second. Kagome stared, terrified, at the book. She couldn't close it. She couldn't stand. The light from the book grew brighter and brighter. It lit the well house with a blinding, clear red light. Kagome could see every spider's web and every crack in the wooden walls. She belted out a scream. A loud, horrified scream that filled her ear drums completely. She felt if she kept screaming then she wouldn't be able to hear her slamming heartbeat.
That she wouldn't be able to hear the frightening thing coming out of that book. But her scream wouldn't last. Suddenly there was a moment in which it felt time stopped. The pressure was so immense on Kagome's body and ears that she was bent forward. Her chest pressed against her knees and tears spilled from her closed eyelids.

The pressure released her from its clutches and Kagome doubled backwards off of the well. She didn't dare open her eyes. She didn't dare pick herself up from the ground. She didn't dare try to make a sound or even breathe.

Something had come out of that book.

Something Kagome didn't want to see. She didn't want to see at all. She whispered a prayer in her head, afraid that being too loud even in the solitude of her mind would alert the creature. She hissed in a breath through her nose and trembled as she held the book gently in her hands. She heard a yawn. The cracking of joints and a nearly silent laugh. A person had come out of the book. A boy had come out. She heard it in his laugh. Kagome's eyes opened and she held them wide open at the first page of the book. The words were gone. A single page remained. The rest had vanished. She closed her mouth quietly and slowly closed the book. Kagome's heart jumped. A noise. The person was sniffing the air. Sniffing the air for her scent. Kagome knew she didn't have a very long time until something bad happened to her.

The sniffing had stopped but she knew she wasn't out of danger. She felt what it meant to be alive at that moment. What it felt like to be between life and death. She would be saved or she would die. The book had killed her. The love of reading she had had killed her. She knew it inside of herself. But what if the boy left the well house, she thought. What if he made himself disappear? She felt him, though. She felt him in the room. A surge of something pulsed through Kagome's blood stream and she raised herself up slowly off the cold dirt. She chose life over death. She chose to try her chances at running before giving in to a not-so-bright fate.

She was on her hands and knees. The red book sat abandoned in the dirt, its single page folded against itself. Kagome pulled her fingers into her palms and felt the cool earth underneath her fingernails. She paused a moment before truly thinking about standing. She turned her face up to her left where the well was. Her heart stopped beating.

Golden eyes with thin pupils. The boy was there, on his stomach on top of the well, facing her. His clawed fingers gripped the edge of the well and he was grinning at her. His long white hair flowed around him and his eyes were bright and psychotic. Pointed white dog ears sat unmoving on the top of his head. His fangs were shining even in the darkness of the well house. Kagome couldn't feel any part of her body anymore. She was numb inside and out. She wanted to scream and lash out to defend herself, but her mind had shut down. She wanted to move her face away from his, for they were mere inches apart, but she couldn't.

"Hello, little human." He whispered quickly. Kagome made a quiet noise in the back of her throat and she closed her opened mouth. She tasted sweat and dirt. The boy's yellow eyes were constantly examining her, constantly moving over her. Kagome slowly moved herself back into a sitting position. She sat on her knees. Her arms hung loosely at her sides, covered in dirt. She hardened her gaze and felt her eyes twitch by themselves. The boy lost his smile. "You're the one that released me from that book of hell..." He said in a dangerously quiet voice. Kagome's eyes widened and her breathing quickened. She shot a glance towards the locked doors of the well house. The boy's grin returned and he moved his face closer to hers. "I remember you scent." He said. "You're the one the carried me here..." Kagome felt a disturbed blush light the bridge of her nose and she tensed her leg muscled. She prepared to run.

Kagome saw the boy's expression grow even more twisted in entertainment. "You could be a jester, human." He said mockingly. "If you entertain me, you could gain something for your putrid existence from a king. You certainly don't seem the kind to do anything else with you life." Kagome lowered her head and drew in a steady stream of air. It was humid and warm. Kagome barely noticed the boy raise himself from the well with his hands.' He's so fast. It was like I blinked and he was on his hands and knees!' She thought. "You honestly think you can run and I won't catch you before you even stand?" Kagome's pupils shrank and she tried to steady her twitching lips. "You really think...That you should try to die proudly by running instead of giving in?" He laughed out loud. "Humans are such weak things." He said, grinning. "You think you're so tough there in the mud...I'd like to see you that tough when you bleed." He growled.

Kagome slapped her hands to her grey eyes and pushed the tears out as quickly as she could. When she moved them to the ground again, the boy was sitting on his heels behind her. "What's wrong?" He asked quietly with a smirk. "You scared of something? I wonder what it could be...Maybe there's a monster somewhere in this well house." His breath puffed against the back of her head and her hair itched her neck.

"I don't want to die." She said, her voice cracking. Kagome felt his laugh on the back of her head. "Aww...You don't?" He said. He moved his face next to her ear. "I could comfort you if you want...Before you die." He traced his claws down her neck and stopped them at her throat. "...Or not." He muttered. Kagome ripped up her arm and smashed into his face with the back of her fist. She heard him yelp out in shock and what she hoped was pain. She didn't wait for anything. She jumped up with the speed of an elk and jumped into the door. The rotted wood gave way and she broke through. She heard him scream curses at her and she knew that she would be caught. He was the dog and she, the cat. She wouldn't be safe in a tree. Not in that situation. She felt blood flying off of and evaporating from the hand she hit him with. She couldn't tell if it was hers or his.

"Mama!" She screeched. If there was ever a cry in the world so desperate from a child to its mother, that would have been it.

She heard the flopping of sandals in front of her and the scraping of sand behind her. She tripped and fell to her knees, covering her head with her arms. The sand puffed out from under her and she gripped her arms tighter around herself. "Kagome!" Her mother screamed. Kagome heard her mother drop her broom. It clattered onto the stone walkway. Kagome could also hear a loud growling coming from behind her. Suddenly she felt the back collar of her white T-shirt be grabbed and she was lifted to her feet. The boy turned her around roughly and switched his grasp to the front collar of her shirt.

Blood covered his face from the nose down and he did not look pleased in any way. Blood dripped steadily from his face onto his arms. "You little wench!" He snarled to her face. She saw him in the sunlight for the first time and felt her mouth open. He was even more intimidating in light than in darkness. He had long-legged and black robe-styled pants on and a shirt to match. It was thinner and more airy looking than a normal robe. The white under-robe was visible and Kagome knew he wasn't just some scrawny guy who would act tough. He must have been so. "You broke my nose." His eyes glowed the look of a predator and Kagome tried to avert her eyes so he wouldn't see her obvious terror. "Mama," She said weakly. "Shut up!" The boy shook her and she was silent. "I'll return the favor and give you a broken nose before I slash you into bird feed!" He snapped. "No!" Kagome's mother screamed. "Let her go!" The boy ignored Kagome's mother completely. He hadn't even glanced up to acknowledge her existence.

The boy held Kagome out with one arm and raised the other. His fist was clenched tightly and shaking with strength that Kagome didn't want to think about. 'This will hurt. This will hurt very much.' She moaned inwardly. "I hope you've prepared yourself." He growled lowly. Kagome closed her eyes and raised her chin. Her mother was running towards them, screaming for him to stop. Kagome heard the rush of air from his speeding arm and waited. She waited. She waited...

Nothing came.

She dared to open her eyes. She saw the boy's furious face and quivering arm. His fist was just centimeters from her face, but it wouldn't move. It was as though some invisible shield had stopped his fist or someone with amazing power had grabbed his arm. The boy's mouth opened and his eyes stared with rage-filled awe at what was happening. "Hah...Ahahah..." He laughed. "This...What is this?" He dropped Kagome to the sand and clenched his fists at his sides. His eyes scanned her for something he couldn't see. His teeth clenched in anger and he tilted his head up. "What is this?" He screamed into the sky. He powered up his leg and kicked to Kagome's stomach. His leg was stopped. He slashed at her. Kicked at her. Picked her up and tried to throw her. All were stopped short.

He began to mumble to himself. Then he ran to the well house. Kagome wobbled to her feet and then ran to her mother's arms. "Come, Kagome, let's go to the police station, alright?" Kagome nodded with a blank look and they both ran to the car. Kagome allowed her mother to believe for a little while that driving away in a car would save them. That the police would be able to save them. Kagome had done something wrong. Something very, very wrong.

She had released a monster into the world. A monster that would kill and destroy. And it was all her fault.

Kagome watched as her mother opened the passenger seat door for her. Kagome stared at her mother's tearful expression and she frowned. "Mama, it won't--"

"Shh." Her mother cut her off. "Get in. Now."

"Human!" The boy screamed from the well house. But her mother had already closed her door. "Human!" She heard him louder than before even from inside the car. Kagome closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around her aching stomach. Her mother pushed the key into the keyhole and started the car. Kagome looked out the window. The boy was gone. As soon as they had started driving, the car was tilted to its right side. It was shaken up and down. Kagome's mother panicked and slammed a foot on the gas but the car wouldn't move. Kagome covered her face with her hands and opened the car door. She jumped out and landed awkwardly on her knees. She heard the thump of the car landing on the sand and her mother's gasp.

Kagome stood and slapped her hands on her jeans to get the sand off. "Hn. A smart choice, little human." He said with a sneer. Kagome faced him and didn't look away. The boy held up the book he came out of. "This," He said. He flapped it around in the air in front of Kagome's face. "Where did you get this?" He asked, narrowing his eyes. Kagome narrowed her own eyes. That seemed to have surprised the demon boy. "I got it at a little...Tiny...Unknown bookstore that only I wanted to go into." With each belittling word, the boy's face grew angrier. "Then bring me there! Now! Something's defective here...Don't you see?" He shouted. He threw the book on the ground and kicked it. The scaly red cover's shiny complexion paled in dusty sand.

"Bring me there, now!" He commanded, crossing his arms over his chest. He glared down at her, making her seem like a pathetic rodent. Kagome's eyes burned and she turned around and headed for her shrine steps. "Mama, I'm taking him to the shop." Kagome called without looking over her shoulder. "Kagome, wait! What's happening? Who are you taking? Kagome!" Her mother's voice faded the farther Kagome got down the steps.

Minutes passed. It seemed hours to Kagome. Hours of torture with a murderer tracing her every step. "God...can't you move any faster? You're so slow...Are we going to be there soon?" He whined. Kagome ignored him for the most part. She tried to focus on her goal: Getting that guy to the shop and leaving him there with the old man who took care of his book self before. She ignored the faces of those around her. They were shocked. Some were scared. 'I must be dirty...Blood on my fist, dirt everywhere...I wonder what my hair must look like.' She wondered silently. Kagome stopped at the familiar cross-walk and waited for the man to turn green. She groaned in annoyance inwardly when she heard the dog boy's irritated growl. "Why have we stopped? Keep moving!" He ordered. Kagome glared over her shoulder. "This is a cross-walk. CROSS. WALK. We stop here so the cars have a chance to go." A man standing next to her leaned down. "I know." He said. Kagome stared up at him with a fake smile. "Yeah, I know you do. I was telling him." She nodded her head behind her and pointed back to the boy.

The man stared behind her and then back to her face. Then he looked away quickly. He walked further up to the front of the crowd. Kagome eyed him suspiciously. "Some people are..." She didn't finish her sentence; somehow feeling what she wanted to say was already said in the depths of her mind. She watched the man whisper to a woman next to him. She looked towards Kagome and then quickly looked away. "Battered little thing. I feel sorry..." The rest was too quiet for Kagome to hear. She stared at them and watched their mouths and they glanced back time to time and continued their conversation.

The dog boy behind her began to laugh. Kagome turned around. "What?" She asked stiffly. He stared at her with a grin. Then he pointed his eyes to the two people talking about her. Kagome's face began feeling hot and she turned back around. He could hear everything, probably. It would be very unwise not to mention disgusting for her to ask him what they were saying. The little man turned green and the crowd flowed out into the street. After a bit of walking, Kagome spotted the corner where her and her friends were just that morning. She walked across the street and stepped up to the sidewalk. She sighed unhappily. "Hey," She heard an amused voice behind her that rubbed against her mind like a cheese grater. She tossed her head over her shoulder. "Yes?" She answered. The boy tried to hide his smile from her almost jokingly as if to taunt her. "Those two people..." Kagome's mouth opened slightly. "They've been following. Saying some interesting stuff." He pulled at a thin lock of his silvery hair and smirked over his shoulder.

"Over there, huh?" She said, putting her hands on her hips. The boy's face steadily got more amused. "You wanna know what they're saying? Maybe you'll cry." Kagome snapped her jaw shut and glared at him. Now that she knew he couldn't hurt her, she felt so much safer. She was about to say something rude to him, but something stopped her. She still felt unsure about everything and he still scared her. He scared her a lot. Kagome looked to where the boy's yellow eyes were focused. She could see the top of the man's hat from behind a dumpster. Kagome put her hands on her hips and stared angrily in their direction. "Stop following me!" She shouted across the street." If you've got something to say, get over here and say it to my face, you jerks!" She heard their cries of surprise and she watched them turn and run in the other direction. "You keep on running!" She yelled after them with her hands beside her mouth to focus the loudness of her voice.

She crossed her arms gently and looked at the boy. "Now who's crying?" She said with a smile. Her smile faded when she saw his face. His eyes were shining with some kind of strange humor. Something was funny to him. Kagome didn't see anything that was funny. It seemed to her that the boy thought everything to be amusing. Either that or everything was stupid to him. Kagome swallowed dryly and raised her eyebrows. "Something wrong?" She asked. The corner of his mouth twitched and the raised in a smirk. "I might have assumed you to..." He trailed off and then stopped. He crossed his arms and shook his head. "Well...Whatever! The shop's right across the street." Kagome said, staring at him like he was stupid. She walked across the street and stood in front of the shop.

"What a frickin' trash heap." He said with a raised eyebrow. Kagome raised her eyes to him and was about to open the door, but she stopped. She realized how young he looked when he didn't have the evil eyes of someone who was much more mature. He could have been close to her age. "Umm..." His ear twitched lightly at the sound of her voice and he continued to examine the book shop with much more interest than he had let on in his previous statement. "How old are you?" She asked. He was pulled from his thoughts. He glared down at her. "Silence, fool. You don't have permission to ask me questions." Kagome felt her chest grow cold and she shifted her stare to the little door of the shop.

'Yikes...' Kagome adjusted the strap of her black sandals and opened the door to the shop.

"Hello?" She called. She stepped over the threshold. 'Whoa, dejavu.' She shook her head and walked further in. She heard the boy snort the scents out of his nose. Kagome refrained from doing the same. "Who's there?" A familiar voice asked in the dimness of the room. "It's...It's me, sir. Ahhh...Well..." Kagome fumbled for words. The old crouching man came into view from the other side of a bookshelf. "Ah, the little girl from..."

If his hand hadn't been shaking on his cane, Kagome would have bet any amount of money that the man had died.

"My God...It's been...!" He rasped and dropped his cane. Kagome had no idea what to do. She wasn't the one who wanted to come. As soon as she got the chance and the boy and the old man were alone somewhere talking, Kagome decided she would leave as soon as she could. "So that's how you look." The boy said, walking passed Kagome. He stood directly in front of the old man and seemed ten feet tall compared to him. "You are..." The man stammered and nearly fell over. "The half demon...The one who...Who...Wh..."

"The one who almost ended the world." The demon boy finished with a satanic grin.

Kagome tripped over her feet backwards. She landed in a dusty chair. The old man was nodding. "Yes...Yes..." He stared up into the boy's face as though he were something far worse than Satan. Kagome watched in horror as the old man trembled and lowered himself to his knees. "Please...Spare my life. I could not release you, though I had tried--"

"Don't lie to me!" The boy snarled furiously. "I'll kill you here and now once you tell me what I wish to know, stupid old man." The man's eyes welled up and he stood with difficulty. He bowed as much as his back would allow and said, "Ask anything of me and I will do as much as I can." The boy nodded with a smug face. "Good. Tell me..." He sat in a sloppy position in a chair by Kagome. "Why I can't kill this wench of a human." Kagome's face burned with anger but she kept herself calm. Her hands were clasped together in nervousness and she hoped there wasn't a way she could be killed by him.

"That is because of the seal, Inuyasha." As soon as that was said, the old man was backhanded onto the ground.

"Don't you ever try to use my name so casually again!" Inuyasha yelled. The old man quivered on the ground as though he were dying. Kagome stood with her hands covering her mouth in shock. "Now tell me why the seal won't let me." He said, cracking the knuckles in his fingers. "What has this girl done to deserve protection from me?" He asked. The old man was standing again and shaking profusely. He stabbed his cane into the floorboards and stammered, "The-that is because...Because she is the one...Who released you. It was...Part of the spell." Inuyasha growled and walked closer to the man. To hopefully slow down or stop Inuyasha, the man blurted, "The man who sealed you in the book made it so whoever released you from the book was to be your-your-your...!"

Inuyasha's face was strained and angry. Kagome saw it as the face of someone who was preparing to receive a bullet to the head. "My what?" He screamed.

"Your master!" The man shouted.

Inuyasha's arms dropped and his eyes were wincing. "What...Did you say?" He muttered. The blood had rushed to Kagome's head and she was putting it down between her knees, breathing heavily. "I said...She is to be your master." The old man heaved. "You will do as she says. Until she dies or...You die." Inuyasha fell onto the floor. The man continued, "You will do what she says, when she says...That was...Part of the seal's curse on you." There was a moment's silence. Inuyasha stood up loosely, like a sick doll. More seconds passed. He began to growl deep in his throat. The volume grew and he ran around the store throwing books, breaking apart chairs, breaking up bookshelves and breaking the windows.

Kagome was screaming and covering her head with her arms. "Stop it! Stop!" She screamed. There was silence. Kagome lowered her arms and looked behind her. Inuyasha was in the middle of the room. The smoke of the incense and great clouds of dust filled the air and floated around the room. Rubble surrounded him and Inuyasha was unmoving.

Kagome stared in a strange horrified awe at the scene. She had stopped that psychotic boy just by telling him to. "It really is...?" Kagome pressed her hands to her forehead and felt a fresh wave of confusion consume her. "This is...Too fast." She gasped. She lowered herself to the floor. "What am I gonna to about...School? He'll have to be with me everywhere just so I can tell him not to throw things around?" She said, raking her fingers through her black hair.

"Yes." The old man said.

"Old man..." Inuyasha called in a deep growl. The old man bowed lower. "Y-yes, sir?" Inuyasha turned himself around. "You said that this will wear off if she dies?" The man bowed and nodded. Inuyasha smirked darkly. His yellow eyes glowed brightly in the dark room. "Then I guess she'll have to accidentally get killed."

Insane-san says: Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a bad night filled with dreams of my fan fiction and...And...POPCORN.

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