Power/ Money/ Sex/ Fame… Death and Betrayal

They were rock royalty, but the people made them out to be Gods.

Iniquitously Black

Inu Yasha and all characters within are property of Rumiko Takahashi.

Stage One: Crime and Punishment

Soundtrack: Mad World – Gary Jules

Inu Yasha was perched on the edge of the bed, his body rocking back and forth at a ragged pace. His arms were wrapped tightly around his chest in a poor attempt to keep himself together. His nails dug into his skin to forget about the siring pain that numbed his arm and shoulder. His hair, once silky to the touch, was coarse and unrefined, thick strands falling in front of his face. He didn't care. He probably welcomed the veil, as he knew he was about to start crying any minute. His eyes, bloodshot (quite literally), were beginning to clear as he tried to focus all his energy on her face. It was helping.

A shuddered breath escaped Inu Yasha's lips and he slowly loosened his grip on his arms, his left already numbed by the pain. He would just have to wait for his healing abilities to mend the broken flesh back together. Relaxing a little, he brought the two appendages in his sight before he realized his mistake. The blood was still there. Kikyou's blood, his blood. His nose couldn't even distinguish the two anymore. Upon seeing his stained hands, his eyes quickly turned red again and his conscious thought of her was slowing disappearing within the red haze.

His ears twitch. Police sirens. The enemy his youkai counterpart snarled. Inu Yasha tried to squelch the thought. They were not the enemy. They were help. They could save her.

No- they couldn't. Kikyou was dead. Inu Yasha's eyes quickly tore up and sought the fallen object on the other side of the room. Kikyou's body, bloodied and broken, was a morbid sight, but it was the fact that his inhuman hearing couldn't pick up her heartbeat, that his canine nose could detect the earliest forms of decay, which confirmed her death.

Inu Yasha twitched violently, dying to numb the agony that was welling within him. Perhaps Kikyou had some…no, Kikyou was dead and he wasn't going to ransack her body just to see if she had something to take the edge off. He had to hold some respect for the dead.

He needed a distraction, anything just to get his mind off of what was happening, so he turned back to the television whose volume had been all but blaring when he first arrived to the suite. He had lowered the volume considerably at the time, but he could still here it. Trying to focus his bleary eyes, he watched the news.

"…fans are in an uproar at the rumor that Inu Yasha Taishou,

lead singer and guitarist of the internationally famous rock group

SHIKON, has taken the life of rumored fiancée Kik-"

Inu Yasha punched the television so fast that he didn't even register that it was no longer working. What the fuck is going on! Kikyou attacked me! Inu Yasha couldn't taken the pain and confusion anymore. Pulling his gnarled fist from the ruins, he fell to the floor. He crawled over to the window and stared outside. It was true. There were hoards of people standing outside the famous Capitol Tokyu Hotel, holding up signs of protest against the charges, clamoring about trying to get a glimpse of him. It made him sick.

He ignored the pain and crawled over to where Kikyou lay, cursing as his left arm was already damage from torn ligaments and his right from punching the television. Holding his breath and trying not to look, he searched the pockets of her blood-soaked jumper dress before realizing the task was futile. Jerking forward, he turned to the right and lunged for her jacket that has been discarded at some point before her demise. He was getting frantic as he tried to get through all eleven pockets before pulling out his escape. She must have just bought this…

Swinging his leg back towards the bed, he leaned his back against the frame and exhaled, ripping the bag open with a claw. He dumped some of the contents onto the bed frame, he leaned over but was shaking so bad that he nearly hit his head. Placing a finger on the side of his nostril, his snorted up the white power and gave a sigh of relief. It was strong, perhaps strong enough to combat his senses and let him abandon this hellhole. His senses didn't pick up the fact that the drug wasn't the usual cut that he was use to, but a lower grade- street quality. Kikyou didn't go to the dealer for this.

Dumping some more out, he repeated the process before jerking his head back against the mattress. His eyes flicked towards the ceiling and he smiled. He could see her again, smiling at him.

…

"Freeze! Don't move! Police!"

The words rolled off his back easily and he merely looked over with a flicker of his eyes. He hadn't sensed their entrance, which wasn't surprising considered that the door had been ripped off its hinges earlier and open for the public to enter at random. What did register were the guns pointed at his head for the second time that day. Die filthy hanyou!

"Shit, look at his eyes! He's totally high."

"I think the emptied bag with spilled power gave that away. Judging by his nosebleed, 15-20 minutes ago."

"Damn, this is the famous Inu Yasha? My little girl idolizes him and he looks like a coked-out bum."

"I'd say from the taste, heroin. Shit quality though. Shouldn't have done this much damage, if the rumors of his usage are true. He'd have to practically eat the stuff to get this response. Unless the stuff was tampered with…"

"I see her body! Damn, what the fuck did he do to her?"

"I think I'm going to be sick."

"Is there a murder weapon?"

"Just look at his hands! He's a demon, isn't that enough?"

"Hanyou." The words were spat out, as if leaving a bad taste in the man's mouth.

Inu Yasha heard numerous voices, mostly male, wandering through his thoughts, but nothing registered. His eyes dilated just before they contracted to pinpricks.

"Damn, he's going into overdose! Where's the medic?"

"He's stopped breathing!"

"Get the defibulator!"

Kagome…lovely Kagome, sweet Kagome…

"It looks from the positioning that they must have had an argument, see how her clothes fold into the stomach in the front. Obviously a direct blow."

"See the blood trail? He obviously struck over by the bed, she stumbled her to the corner, and he kicked her several time-"

"How can you tell?"

"The concave of her ribcage…the autopsy should confirm it. However, I would say the cause of death was loss of blood. Clearly she was in pain for hours."

"Damn."

Inu Yasha stared out into the vast darkness, not knowing where he was. He ran a bit to realize that he was in the same place as he was before- nowhere.

"Clear!"

Inu Yasha felt something shift behind him and he turned around. Kagome…

"Nothing! Bring it up to 60!"

"Kagome, where's Kikyou?"

Kagome shook her head sadly. "She's dead Inu Yasha…"

"80!"

"But she attacked me! She shot me in the shoulder! She lived!"

Kagome looked at Inu Yasha and whispered. "I sense treachery…"

Inu Yasha's eyes shot open and a blinding white light flooded his vision.

Please review, I would love to know what you guys think of my latest fiction! I want to see if this is something I should continue.

I promise every lose end shall be tied up (hopefully)

Oh and, later chapters will definately be longer, think of this as a prelude. :)