The last two chapters were kinda short. Maybe this one will be longer... maybe...

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Chapter 7: In Darkness

James didn't feel the stones on top of him as he lay buried in darkness. He managed to lift his hand and stare at his palm. He then clenched his hand, and heard the demonic whispers of his ghoul. He couldn't make the words out, but each word sent chills down his spine. He then heard something.

"Ha-ha, go on, come get it!"

James then began to feel like he was falling. He landed in what looked like a school park. Several older kids pushed around a young 2nd grader, throwing around his backpack. The kid with brown eyes charged the biggest one and got punched in the face. He fell back to the ground. After a few more minutes of taunts and beating, the kids dumped out his backpack and walked off. James crawled over and picked up his stuff. His mother came, and began to help him.

James watched himself, each and every day he was brutally bullied. And each day his mother would come and help him.

James had become detached, only ever counting on his closest friends and family. Having that happen, he also learned to defend himself. Each beating he took, no matter their size or number, he would fight back. Each fight he got a little closer to beating them back. The bullies, after several years, stopped bullying him. Was it respect that formed? Were they bored? Or was it fear because James could beat them now?

James found himself buried in darkness again. He still could barely move, and his scythe was buried somewhere else. He was stuck until someone decided to save him. If they decided to. James felt like he was there for days, and was slowly losing hope. Buried alive, forever. James couldn't see it, but his left iris was blood red. The ghoul was winning.

James looked around, he was in his house. He looked over at a wall and saw the family picture. James, his mother, and sister. He then looked back at the living room. Medics lifted a young girl onto a gurney. It was his sister. Ever since James could remember, his baby sister was sick. And he always wished and hoped for her to recover. But, on this day, September 29, she had passed away. She was gone. James watched himself cry uncontrollably. Crying on his mother as his deceased sister was taken away. He had wanted to do so much with his sister, wanted to protect her and do what big brothers did. But she was gone. James watched himself cry on his mother, and slowly drifted off into the darkness.

James opened his eyes once more. His left arm feeling like it was freezing. Like he was dying. No, he knew he wasn't dying. He couldn't. As one with a ghoul, he wasn't dying, but something worse. A worse fate, where he became what he slew. Where be became a ghoul with Death's powers. Something no one could stop.

James sat in a vehicle. A car, with his Mother, Father and younger sister. Along with his younger self. His father was slightly drunk, but still driving the car. James could still see the beer bottle in his father's hand. His father and Mother were arguing all the time. Fighting about everything. His mother would always tell him that his father just needed time, and would find himself again. James never believed her, but her soft smile showed her kindness. She meant no harm, just wanted to make sure her kids remained happy.

The father took a wrong turn to make it home faster. But he was drunk and took a different turn. All James heard was the honk of a massive truck, then the sound of wheels screeching and metal crunching.

They were hit by a truck, and were flipped over. When little James had come to, his father was dead and he was being rushed to the hospital. All of his family had recieved wounds, but only his father died in that crash. James wanted to smile that it was a good thing, but sadness for his father still welled up in his heart. No matter who it was, James didn't wish for their death. Even the bullies, he never wished them dead, just that they left him alone.

James smirked at himself and put his hand down at his side. Death, never wished anyone's death. He chuckled at the irony of that. Who would have guessed Death didn't want anyone to die?

James rolled his head a bit, he could breath, it didn't matter if there was air or not. A light came from the rocks, James reached his hand out, trying to grab it...

James snow boarded down the mountain. His arm behind his back and holding the folded scythe. He 'boarded with his best friend and the only other human who knew he was Death. Rey slid up beside him,

"Hey pal, we gonna do this or not?" he asked. James smirked,

"We're not gonna do this. I am," James tried explaining.

A massive snow ghoul came out of the forest. It growled back at it's pursuers, then sped up. Rey could see it as long as he touched James. He smiled,

"This is awsome."

James slid faster, speeding up his descent and catching up to the ghoul. He then jumped with his scythe and slashed the snow ghouls leg. It fell over and slowly rolled into a tree. James jumped off his snow board and slashed the creature, slaying it and absorbing it's soul into his scythe. The creature's body never vanished, but exploded, causing an avalanche. The two boys started their race to the bottom of the mountain. James would naturally survive, but Rey wouldn't. So James stayed just a little behind Rey. Suddenly, a massive boulder of snow flew out of the avalanche. James looked up and spun his scythe, cutting it into small snow flakes. James then felt a bump and looked back. The avalanche was now poking at the back of his snow board. It was catching up to them. Rey looked back to see if James was alright, and ended up skidding off of a cliff. His hands glued themselves to what ever they could grab. James flew off after him, and turned around. James disconnected the scythe's head and threw it, still holding the shaft. The scythe's head speared into the cliff and he hung on tightly, using the scythe like a grapling hook.

The avalanche followed the two, flying off of the cliff. Rey was swept up by it and taken down below. James looked down in horror, then pulled the scythe head from the cliff and fell after his friend.

After a few moments, James found his friend. Rey had been impaled through the back by a massive icicle. James clenched his hand and closed his eyes, then kneeled down by his friend.

"Hey... buddy," Rey coughed out. James took Rey's hand, not knowing what else to do.

"That was awesome.. the two of us- riding Death and slaying the- monster."

James looked down,

"Yeah bud, it was awesome." James replied. Rey coughed, and looked over at James,

"Heh, there's no other- Death, I'd rather have holding that scythe- than you. Swear you won't, just forget me man- swear it." Rey asked with what little breath he had left. James nodded and Rey passed away. James then rose the scythe and sucked up Rey's soul...

James opened his eyes and smirked. How similar this situation was. Buried by an avalanche. Was this his end too? James then remembered his new found friends. Everyone around him seemed to die. He was Death, and that was his fate. James then though about leaving his friends. So they wouldn't die. So more innocents didn't die. He then heard a noise. The sound of digging. And Kagome, Inuyasha, and Serenity's voices. His friends. They were coming for him? Why? He had only put their lives at risk. But still, they came for him. It had been a while since he knew what friends were. The coldness retracted, and his eye turned brown again. Friends.

A rock was then moved, and James squinted. He looked and saw the entire group in a circle around the hole, looking down at him. James smiled and allowed himself to be pulled out of the rubble.

'' Hi, guys," James spoke, looking around at them. They were all smiling, happy that he was alive and well.

"Are you ready to go?" Kagome asked him. James stretched and cracked his back, then looked back at everyone,

"Yeah. I'm ready."

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And that's the end of our look into James' past. Review and tell me what you think.

I don't own Inuyasha or anything to do with it, just James.

Chapter 8 coming in a little.