Ghostly Loners
Chapter 7
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Hello. I'm feeling good today. I have drum practice- yay! Monday's are the best.
Everybody else: Yeah right…
Well, I have enough time right now, So I think I'll get started on the next chapter! I feel sorry for you - I'm writing this on Monday, but you guys don't get it till Friday or Tuesday!
Oh well. Not my problem.
Chapter 7: On the Brink
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"So, where is Jennifer?" Kagome asked when they got out of Biology.
"Probably still talking to her folks." Inuyasha said, pulling the worm guts out of his long hair.
"So next is gym? I heard we were playing kick ball." Miroku said, standing beside Inuyasha. Their forth and fifth periods had passed without incident, unless you count the guts still inside Inuyasha's ears.
"Right." Sango said.
"Well, well. If it isn't Kagome… and her goonies, I see." A snide voice came from a doorway up ahead. They all looked over to see a boy with dark, dark black hair in the doorway, looking at them with his piercing red eyes.
"What the…? We left our last school to get away from that creep! Did he follow us all the way here!?" Miroku said, looking up at the boy.
"No. Mere… Coincidence." He said, hissing the last word. His red eyes narrowed, and the group stopped in their tracks.
"Who is he?" Inuyasha asked, feeling threatened. Just three years ago, he had been threatened by the same three that had killed Jennifer. Even more piled on top of that and he had grown violent, lashing out at everyone… Even Kaede. He had blinded her, in her right eye. He knew - well, he hoped he wouldn't lash out again… but…
The red eyes slid to Kagome, who squeaked and ducked behind Inuyasha. Sango moved to cover Kagome the rest of the way, getting in a fighting position.
"He's the reason we moved here. He was trying to kill Kagome last time we met." Sango said coolly, and Miroku nodded. Then they seemed to… change. Inuyasha's entire outlook on them was destroyed - he didn't know what to think of them. Of course, it wasn't like he had asked them why they moved here, but… Their positions were expert. He didn't think an amateur could mimic those positions so perfectly, and he could feel their power now… even Kagome's dormant powers, which were greater than he knew.
The boy charged, raising a fist and bringing it down on Inuyasha - thinking he was the easiest target. Well, where Inuyasha would have been, at least.
Inuyasha grabbed Kagome and dodged to the right, setting her down and looking at the boy with the red eyes.
"Naraku…" Kagome whimpered, leaning against the wall for support. She fell to the ground, her eyes squinted in pain. Inuyasha's eyes returned to gold long enough for him to look down at the crying girl. He felt a feeling rise up in him, one that he had only felt once before, but he shoved it down with anger as Sango's scream alerted him something was wrong.
He turned around, seeing no one but the trio and himself in the hall way. But Naraku, didn't seem to be Naraku. He had a tentacle for an arm, and was holding Sango against the wall. You could see his maniacal grin get larger from fifteen feet away.
Inuyasha charged, swiping his once-human fingernails down at the boy, the concealing spell dropped.
What Naraku saw last surprised him.
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"What do you mean, brother?" Jennifer said. She looked at Sesshomaru. There was no doubt that they were related - the hair gave it away. But the fact Inuyasha had a brother? It was just too strange.
"Yes. He is my younger half-brother. I've only met him once, as I did not get a chance to see him at our Father's funeral. He was six then." Sesshomaru said.
"I know. I died just a week after them." Jennifer said.
"Just tell me where he is!" Sesshomaru shouted at the ghost girl, who was scowling at him.
"I can't. You probably hate him, just like those boys who killed me." Jennifer said coolly. She didn't want the boy she had lived with for over 11 years to die at the hands of his older brother. She didn't want her love to die.
"He doesn't want to kill him, my dear. You must understand. Family means more than anything to Sesshomaru." Kagura said, pressing her hand to her husband's chest. His growling quieted, but he was still glaring at the girl.
"I see." Jennifer said, her form wavering. Though she could maintain this form without trying for Inuyasha, she was having to expend more energy than she would have liked to show herself to the three people before her. So, in order to be able to talk to them, she was going to have to call the psychic back in, or she was going to have to revert to her… real form.
"I'll be back in a moment." Kagura said, leaving the room to check up on Rin. She loved the girl like a daughter, and like her own sister, who lived with them as well. It was strange that Kanna and Rin were the same age.
"What is your decision?" Sesshomaru asked the ghost girl.
'I've got to..' Jennifer decided, not wanting another to know where Inuyasha is. She disappeared, becoming nothing more than a glit on Sesshomaru's senses, but came back as a little girl with shoulder-length blonde hair, wearing the same dress that she had been wearing the day she was murdered.
Her favorite dress at the time.
No wonder she didn't like flowers any more.
"Well, Sesshomaru…" She said. Her voice was just as it had been eleven years ago. The same child-like, sing-song voice.
She had made up her mind.
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"Ungh… Where did he get this much power?" Naraku said, limping around the corner. He had set his puppets loose over the school, and was about to make his getaway when a voice stopped him.
"You die here, Naraku." Inuyasha's cool voice said, his eyes red with fury. "My friends are taking care of what weak puppets you sent out…" His voice was maniacal, drawn with rage and his glare was feral.
"He does not die, Inuyasha." A very familiar voice said from around the corner.
"You do." Said another.
The screams were heard throughout the school, along with the shots that were fired. Only two people were left standing, as the blood dripped… from the gun that Jennifer had died by.
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Sorry it took so long… and so little to wait for, too. I'm so ashamed…
Ah, well. You still love me, right?
Three hours later
I'll take that as a no…
Flames welcome, so is constructive criticism.
Thanks for reading!