Sorry for the long update, I lost motivation to do this story, but LOOK! I got it back : D.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha & characters, Rumiko Takahashi does. I do own this idea dug up from the recesses of my imagination.
-Inuyasha will seem OOC for awhile
Chapter 2
A small lullaby echoed the room where a lone figure sat, tears silently streaming down his chubby cheeks. In his small clawed hands was a family portrait, the class cracked & broken and stained with blood. Everything in the room was covered in blood.
His mother's and father's hands were clutching each other tightly, even in death, in the farthest corner, beside the grand piano. Blood collecting underneath the dismembered limbs and were splattered against the walls and once a white- now bloody-piano.
The headless body of his mother sat in the rocking chair, the small toy from which the lullaby was emitting from, rested in her bloodied lap. The chair was rocking, slowly and steadily.
'It's not your fault…'
'It's okay…'
'You are not alone…'
'Together, we'll get through this…'
'Like all the other deaths you knew, but were ignorant of…'
'You are the messenger in this world, not the murderer…'
Inuyasha ignored the voices in his head and allowed a sob to burst from his mouth.
His father's body was still missing, but Inuyasha was too terrified to move from his spot. Then he heard it. A small scratching sound coming somewhere in the house. Then he felt it. Another presence. Then he knew. The killer was still here. Run.
"…Innnnnuuyaashhhhaaa…" a voice whispered. So familiar. So soft. Once a comforting sound, but no longer does it bring the feleing of protection an warmth.
Inuyasha stood up and ran towards the window, intending to escape through there, but something grabbed him and pulled him down. The scarred child looked behind him, even when his instincts told him not to. He released a blood-curdling scream in the house.
The hands of his parents that were once holding onto each other, were now holding each of his ankle, pulling him towards his mother's dead body, rocking in the rocking chair.
"…my beloved Inuyasha…" his mother's voice called out. Her handless arms stretched outwards, as if waiting for him to jump in her arms. "…my sweet, sweet boy…"
"NO! NO!" Inuyasha screamed, trying to claw the hands away from his body, but his claws just paseds through them. "LET ME GO! PLEASE! BROTHER SESSHO! SISTER KIKYO! PLEASE!"
No one heard the poor boy scream his lungs out. No one saw how the body of the deceased Izayoi bent down to pick up her very lively son and placed him in her lap and the toy tumbled on the ground, yet it continued to play its lullaby. No one knew the complete fear the small boy was experiencing as his dead mother hugged him to her bloodied chest.
"…we'll be together forever, right my dear son?"
Inuyasha howled in agony, pain and fear, as the grip tightened to were he could hear and feel his ribs crack. His golden eyes flashed red, as his claws lengthened and his fangs elongated, to curl over his bottom lip. Purple streaks blazoned among his cheeks and he roared. He tried ripping the arms off his body, but they went right through. He squirmed, twisted, howled, clawed, but the ghostly body of his mother did not let go. That was the embrace of death.
"…be a good boy, Inuyasha…it's time to take another family picture…your father should be here soon…"
A few seconds later, something entered the room, which sent the hanyou turned youkai into a rage. A torso, with the neck snapped at a weird angle, was dragging itself with the one hand still attached to this wrist. Many lacerations and holes were seen throughout the once proud inu-youkai's body, his lower half nowhere to be found. His father...his once happy and stubborn father. Gone.
"…so proud of you my son…your paintings are beautiful…" the deep purr of his father's voice resonated in the room.
"…the red does liven…it…up…" Izayoi's voice whispered.
Scattered all over the room were paintings in red of the horrifying scenes of death that was happening. The dismembered hands beside the piano. The rocking chair and his headless mother. His father's body whom was missing the lower part of his body. The blood. Oh the blood. Everywhere, the dark red was painted everywhere. Including him.
Once the torso of Inu-Tashiou's was right beside his mate, a flash was seen in front of the 'cozy' family.
The lullaby ended.
The bodies became limp.
Yet, the rocking chair continued to rock.
Inuyasha did not move from his spot, but stared blankly at the person behind the camera on the tripod, shrouded in the shadows. A hand was deeply buried in his father's and mother's head. The fingers and the thumb making an 'eating' motion, and the jaws moved.
"Did you like my show?" an unknown voice asked, his grin the only thing Inuyasha could see on the unknown person's silhouette. The voice and the movement of his parents' jaw were coordinated.
Inuyasha did not answer, but closed his eyes and sighed, letting the darkness take him far away from this nightmare. Blood trickled down his parted lips, as his ribs poked out of his flesh.
"Oh, do not worry, this is just the beginning my dear viewer!"
Inuyasha opened his eyes to the familiar ceiling of his and Kikyo's car. He was lying horizontally on the backseat, bags and luggages packed tightly in the small space.
"How was your nap?" Kikyo asked, but there was a slight tremor in her voice. Her brown eyes held fear and uncertainty, as she stared at the road in front of her. "Good?"
By nap, do you mean remembering the most scarring moment of his young life? Then yes, it was quite...good.
"Okay. What happened?" Inuyasha asked, as he pulled his body into a sitting position and strapped on his seatbelt, watching the scenery fly by. Oh, they passed their city's sign. So they're actually leaving their hometown? Cool.
"You…you don't remember?"
Of course Inuyasha remembered. "What happened while I was out?"
"Oh, you were knocked out. I don't know how or why, but you were-"
"Wait, and you weren't?"
Kikyou made eye contact with her younger brother through the rearview mirror and nodded no. Inuyasha's eyes widened and he suddenly got a really bad feeling churning in his gut. His instincts were screaming at him, warning him. Warning him of what?
'...walk...'
'...get out...'
There were those voices he took comfort in. The voices he have not heard in years. He trusted these voices.
"Kikyo, can we walk? Stop the car," Inuyasha demanded.
"No. We need to get out of here as quickly as we can! I do not feel like dieing back there! Also if we do walk, how do you think we are going to carry all our stuff?"
Inuyasha growled and was about to open his mouth to argue, but he saw something unusual on the side of the road. A broken portrait with scattered glass lied innocently on the road, with fresh blood pooling underneath it. Inuyasha squinted, trying to get a better look of the portrait, until something slapped against the window, making him scream on reflex. It slid down, making a squeaking noise and creating a bloody trail. Yet, that was not what really scared the hanyou. It was the portrait from the day his found his parents were murdered. The portrait he burned 12 years ago.
Kikyo looked at Inuyasha in worry and that was her mistake. When she looked back to the front, the headless form of her mother stood there and she braked and swerved onto oncoming traffic.
A familiar and hated lullaby was heard amongst the screaming of metal, the high-pitch wail of Kikyo and the keening of the tire against the pavement. Once everything settled down, two cars were intimately entwined in a mesh of metal parts. Inuyasha coughed and felt he was being dragged out of the vehicle. He tilted his head up and saw the bluest eyes he has ever seen.
"Kikyo?" Inuyasha asked. His sister has to be okay. She just has to be. If not...
The owner of the blue eyes smiled and Inuyasha knew everything was going to be okay. He let the darkness take him away once more.
'…everything is going to be okay…'
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