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Chapter one: Fugitive
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Angry footsteps pounded down the linoleum floors, obviously with great importance.
The noise- not unlike a herd of wildebeest- belonged to a built- looking man with gray speckling his beard and mustache. He followed an intensely bright hallway to the end, where there was a door, leading into a dim corridor.
Without hesitation, he kicked the door open with cold fury, although his face was carefully schooled against emotion.
As before, he briskly made his way down the corridor, stopping midway, and opened a door to his left.
The occupants of the room had been shuffling about, but now, were frozen in a strangled silence.
The man surveyed the group with eagle eyes.
A tense silence followed.
He seemed impatient. . . . "Well?!" He shouted, startling the people with a jump. "Are you all going to tell me exactly what happened, or are you just going to stand there all day??"
At once, the room buzzed to life again.
A squat woman with dark sunglasses approached him.
"Sir?"
He nodded.
"Follow me please."
The woman was old, and he could tell by the way she walked. He sighed inwardly, and a note to fire her soon wrote and stored itself neatly away into his filing cabinets others called the squishy mass between his ears.
She led him into a dank room, more like broom closet, where the only source of lighting was a lone light bulb that hung from a string attached to the ceiling.
In the very center of the room, a large table groaned under its weight. Folders upon folders of paperwork and reports were stacked on it and pushed to the side in a tottering pile.
Copies of fingerprints, criminal records, court hearings lay strewn about. But what was most eye-catching was a set of photographs with a convict, holding a card with numbers and letters printed on it.
This convict did not look too happy, although, come-to-think-of-it, criminal prisoners never had anything to smile about.
He looked frighteningly worse than any other, and appeared as though he were in the middle of a particularly nasty snarl.
The old woman spoke again, her voice old and creaky.
"Here Mr. Kidaki, is everything you requested, even the blueprints to the compound."
"Thank you, Kaede. Now, what I really want to know is HOW did he get out? What happened to those state-of-the-art motion sensors, careful watch-guards, and barbed wire and guard dogs waiting outside??"
The old woman looked a bit sheepish.
"Well Sir, that's exactly what we can't figure out. No securities were breached, or alarms set off.it was if he had just.vanished!"
Mr. Kidaki was clearly not happy about this. After all the hard work he had gone through, he had personally made sure that his high- security prison was top-notch.
All it took was some punk "mysteriously" escaping, and his whole reputation would be completely tarnished. . . "What are you suggesting, Kaede?"
"Well, sir-" she peered around as if to make sure no one was listening, although they were alone in the room, "-I myself think it's been some kinda.magic."
Kidaki stared at her for an odd moment, before cutting cruelly at her words.
"Magic?? Why, You surely must be older than I thought, you senile old toad! That is the most preposterous thing I have ever heard of!! I don't have time for this nonsense. I will go speak about the escape with someone in his or her right mind! I'm afraid you're out of a job if you think there's such a thing as 'magic'!"
And with that, he left the room angrily, his boots audible still from a distance.
"Oh ye of little faith." crooned a smooth voice after him. "There be more magic around ye than ye are fit to understand."
She straightened her wizened form.
"Shippo?" she called softly into the shadows.
"Yes?" A young voice answered.
"I think it time to leave. Miroku has 'helped' I daresay. We should be meeting him shortly."
"Kay."
A normal boy hopped up onto Kaede's shoulder, except on second look, the little boy fell very short of normal.
He had scruffy orange hair, swept back out of his eyes, little pointed ears, tiny cat-like fangs, and most curiously, a very bushy tail. He had almost looked like an extremely large squirrel.
With a small pop, the two disappeared from sight completely. . . . . . . . . . . . . 0_0
"We're here!" cried a motherly voice.
It seems as though a small family had opened up a portal to the past, or what may be an old, old apartment.
It was very dusty, giving the impression it had not been used in years.
A teenage girl, a small boy, an old man, and the girl's mother stared at the ramshackle apartment, though only one of their faces had been the least bit optimistic.
"But, we're living here?"
The mother nodded. "It may be small, old, and needs touch-up work, but the important thing is that it's affordable." . . The others nodded in understanding, and went to inspect other rooms.
The girl though, felt extremely rebellious.
She had to leave the only home she had known, all her friends, and a great school, all so that they could live in this stupid closet of an apartment.
In time, all her anger ebbed away; only leaving exhausted loneliness in its wake.
The girl felt so close to despair. All she had loved, taken away from her.
Why did bad things always happen to her!!?? . . . . The girl sat in a quiet corner, brooding for some time before her mother hadn't noticed her.
"Kagome dear? Dinner's almost ready, could you and Souta wash up?"
"Yes Mom." Came the empty reply. . . . . After dinner, the family talked about how much they missed the Sunset Shrine. They think it had hit the Grandfather the hardest, because the shrine had been in his family for countless generations.
Kagome listened with deadened interest.
Grandfather was wailing about the un-appeased spirits and demons back at the shrine, and now that the family had neglected them, they would plague the Higurashis with eternal bad luck.
'Too late!' thought Kagome bitterly.
Her life was already bad enough, even without angry spirits roaming about. She certainly didn't think it could make things any worse. . . . . . But, Kagome Higurashi was in for a 'very' pleasant surprise at how her life could possibly turn further. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Well, should I stop?
No, praps not. . . . . . . . . . A frantic figure ambled all but leisurely through the city streets, desperately trying to find a place to hide before they found him again.
Not that he was afraid of any gun toting, stuck up humans, because normally, he was a demon.
Yes! He was a mighty and powerful dog demon that goes by the name of Inuyasha.
Well, normally he was a demon - er - 'half' demon to be technical.
Normally.
It just so happened that tonight, he was one of the stinking rat- carcasses that were chasing him down.
Tonight happened to be the full moon.
The absolute and only fear of Inuyasha the great.
On the night of the full moon, Inuyasha is completely stripped of his demon powers, and left to survive on his own as a stinking *human*.
He spat in disgust.
Humans ruin everything. They should be just wiped out, so that the demons shrouded in disguises and secrecy would finally be able to be the open public, without any human persecuting them for what they are.
Well, a far-fetched dream, but a dream nonetheless.
But right now, Inuyasha had to focus his attentions on hiding in an empty trashcan. As revolting as it may sound to be swimming in human garbage, it was what he had to do to survive.
Even with his weak human ears he could hear the sirens coming closer, searching for him.
He looked at the rows of trash containers, hoping to spot an empty one.
No.no.there!
Inuyasha ran as fast as his human legs would allow, and he reached the empty trashcan. Quickly, he stole a glance at the looming apartment complex above him.
No one would mind.
Carefully, Inuyasha climbed into the plastic bin, enormously glad it had not been used yet, and waited for the sirens to pass. Eventually they did, and only when he was sure he heard nothing, did he climb back out.
Once more, Inuyasha craned his neck to look at the shabby apartment house.
Only one floor of lights were on.
He did not know what, but something had triggered his memory of having supposed to meet with Kaede. She said she had something special for him to do this time.
He tried to ask her of it, but she only revealed that it would be right when the time came.
She may have confused the hell out of him, but still, she *did* protect him, and for that, he owed him his gratitude. . . . . Inuyasha, deciding it was too late, he looked for some kind of lodgings.
"To bed in shame, to rise in glory" . . . And with that, the street didn't get to look at anything nearly as interesting as Inuyasha . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . So...what do you think? My last fic was a complete bomb, so I decided to try and write another one.
Review please questions, comments, concerns and constructive criticism welcome! . . . Shien Shao.
Angry footsteps pounded down the linoleum floors, obviously with great importance.
The noise- not unlike a herd of wildebeest- belonged to a built- looking man with gray speckling his beard and mustache. He followed an intensely bright hallway to the end, where there was a door, leading into a dim corridor.
Without hesitation, he kicked the door open with cold fury, although his face was carefully schooled against emotion.
As before, he briskly made his way down the corridor, stopping midway, and opened a door to his left.
The occupants of the room had been shuffling about, but now, were frozen in a strangled silence.
The man surveyed the group with eagle eyes.
A tense silence followed.
He seemed impatient. . . . "Well?!" He shouted, startling the people with a jump. "Are you all going to tell me exactly what happened, or are you just going to stand there all day??"
At once, the room buzzed to life again.
A squat woman with dark sunglasses approached him.
"Sir?"
He nodded.
"Follow me please."
The woman was old, and he could tell by the way she walked. He sighed inwardly, and a note to fire her soon wrote and stored itself neatly away into his filing cabinets others called the squishy mass between his ears.
She led him into a dank room, more like broom closet, where the only source of lighting was a lone light bulb that hung from a string attached to the ceiling.
In the very center of the room, a large table groaned under its weight. Folders upon folders of paperwork and reports were stacked on it and pushed to the side in a tottering pile.
Copies of fingerprints, criminal records, court hearings lay strewn about. But what was most eye-catching was a set of photographs with a convict, holding a card with numbers and letters printed on it.
This convict did not look too happy, although, come-to-think-of-it, criminal prisoners never had anything to smile about.
He looked frighteningly worse than any other, and appeared as though he were in the middle of a particularly nasty snarl.
The old woman spoke again, her voice old and creaky.
"Here Mr. Kidaki, is everything you requested, even the blueprints to the compound."
"Thank you, Kaede. Now, what I really want to know is HOW did he get out? What happened to those state-of-the-art motion sensors, careful watch-guards, and barbed wire and guard dogs waiting outside??"
The old woman looked a bit sheepish.
"Well Sir, that's exactly what we can't figure out. No securities were breached, or alarms set off.it was if he had just.vanished!"
Mr. Kidaki was clearly not happy about this. After all the hard work he had gone through, he had personally made sure that his high- security prison was top-notch.
All it took was some punk "mysteriously" escaping, and his whole reputation would be completely tarnished. . . "What are you suggesting, Kaede?"
"Well, sir-" she peered around as if to make sure no one was listening, although they were alone in the room, "-I myself think it's been some kinda.magic."
Kidaki stared at her for an odd moment, before cutting cruelly at her words.
"Magic?? Why, You surely must be older than I thought, you senile old toad! That is the most preposterous thing I have ever heard of!! I don't have time for this nonsense. I will go speak about the escape with someone in his or her right mind! I'm afraid you're out of a job if you think there's such a thing as 'magic'!"
And with that, he left the room angrily, his boots audible still from a distance.
"Oh ye of little faith." crooned a smooth voice after him. "There be more magic around ye than ye are fit to understand."
She straightened her wizened form.
"Shippo?" she called softly into the shadows.
"Yes?" A young voice answered.
"I think it time to leave. Miroku has 'helped' I daresay. We should be meeting him shortly."
"Kay."
A normal boy hopped up onto Kaede's shoulder, except on second look, the little boy fell very short of normal.
He had scruffy orange hair, swept back out of his eyes, little pointed ears, tiny cat-like fangs, and most curiously, a very bushy tail. He had almost looked like an extremely large squirrel.
With a small pop, the two disappeared from sight completely. . . . . . . . . . . . . 0_0
"We're here!" cried a motherly voice.
It seems as though a small family had opened up a portal to the past, or what may be an old, old apartment.
It was very dusty, giving the impression it had not been used in years.
A teenage girl, a small boy, an old man, and the girl's mother stared at the ramshackle apartment, though only one of their faces had been the least bit optimistic.
"But, we're living here?"
The mother nodded. "It may be small, old, and needs touch-up work, but the important thing is that it's affordable." . . The others nodded in understanding, and went to inspect other rooms.
The girl though, felt extremely rebellious.
She had to leave the only home she had known, all her friends, and a great school, all so that they could live in this stupid closet of an apartment.
In time, all her anger ebbed away; only leaving exhausted loneliness in its wake.
The girl felt so close to despair. All she had loved, taken away from her.
Why did bad things always happen to her!!?? . . . . The girl sat in a quiet corner, brooding for some time before her mother hadn't noticed her.
"Kagome dear? Dinner's almost ready, could you and Souta wash up?"
"Yes Mom." Came the empty reply. . . . . After dinner, the family talked about how much they missed the Sunset Shrine. They think it had hit the Grandfather the hardest, because the shrine had been in his family for countless generations.
Kagome listened with deadened interest.
Grandfather was wailing about the un-appeased spirits and demons back at the shrine, and now that the family had neglected them, they would plague the Higurashis with eternal bad luck.
'Too late!' thought Kagome bitterly.
Her life was already bad enough, even without angry spirits roaming about. She certainly didn't think it could make things any worse. . . . . . But, Kagome Higurashi was in for a 'very' pleasant surprise at how her life could possibly turn further. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Well, should I stop?
No, praps not. . . . . . . . . . A frantic figure ambled all but leisurely through the city streets, desperately trying to find a place to hide before they found him again.
Not that he was afraid of any gun toting, stuck up humans, because normally, he was a demon.
Yes! He was a mighty and powerful dog demon that goes by the name of Inuyasha.
Well, normally he was a demon - er - 'half' demon to be technical.
Normally.
It just so happened that tonight, he was one of the stinking rat- carcasses that were chasing him down.
Tonight happened to be the full moon.
The absolute and only fear of Inuyasha the great.
On the night of the full moon, Inuyasha is completely stripped of his demon powers, and left to survive on his own as a stinking *human*.
He spat in disgust.
Humans ruin everything. They should be just wiped out, so that the demons shrouded in disguises and secrecy would finally be able to be the open public, without any human persecuting them for what they are.
Well, a far-fetched dream, but a dream nonetheless.
But right now, Inuyasha had to focus his attentions on hiding in an empty trashcan. As revolting as it may sound to be swimming in human garbage, it was what he had to do to survive.
Even with his weak human ears he could hear the sirens coming closer, searching for him.
He looked at the rows of trash containers, hoping to spot an empty one.
No.no.there!
Inuyasha ran as fast as his human legs would allow, and he reached the empty trashcan. Quickly, he stole a glance at the looming apartment complex above him.
No one would mind.
Carefully, Inuyasha climbed into the plastic bin, enormously glad it had not been used yet, and waited for the sirens to pass. Eventually they did, and only when he was sure he heard nothing, did he climb back out.
Once more, Inuyasha craned his neck to look at the shabby apartment house.
Only one floor of lights were on.
He did not know what, but something had triggered his memory of having supposed to meet with Kaede. She said she had something special for him to do this time.
He tried to ask her of it, but she only revealed that it would be right when the time came.
She may have confused the hell out of him, but still, she *did* protect him, and for that, he owed him his gratitude. . . . . Inuyasha, deciding it was too late, he looked for some kind of lodgings.
"To bed in shame, to rise in glory" . . . And with that, the street didn't get to look at anything nearly as interesting as Inuyasha . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . So...what do you think? My last fic was a complete bomb, so I decided to try and write another one.
Review please questions, comments, concerns and constructive criticism welcome! . . . Shien Shao.