Beast
Chapter 8
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A/N: Hidy hidy hidy HI! I'm so excited I've got 50 (or more, I dunno) reviews!! This Yes, Kagome's cat will be named Booger because my cat is named Booger and I want to put him in the fic! This chapter is going to be longer, yes I know some people were disappointed with the last one cuz it was so short :( I was too. Another thing, we're FINALLY going to get an I/K moment! Might not be fluffy and sweet, but it'll be their first encounter where they're somewhat on equal terms, and Kagome's temper is going to flare!
Annddd, an answer to The Random Queen on the whole A/N thing. Plenty of stories have author's notes longer than mine, and sometimes I get a lil carried away because I'm very talkative. I'll try to make them shorter.
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Inuyasha let out a slight 'oomph' as Miroku collided with his rock solid chest, barely even flinching despite the force of Sango's blow. He was getting slightly annoyed with this entire situation. Not only did the idiots have the audacity to awaken him, they left the girl alone! Well, not quite alone, but an unconscious Miroku was not very helpful in a dangerous situation. Not to mention, if Miroku had not been passed out, the girl would have been mentally disturbed even further by the strange man's absurd behavior.
Unceremoniously dropping Miroku on the floor, who once again, was immobile, he turned his gaze upon Sango. Her hair and clothes were sopping wet, and her dagger was held by its blade in her hand. She had DARED to leave her ward? Was this insubordination? His eyes glared evilly towards her, the disappointment in his orbs causing an uncomfortable silence between the two of them.
She hung her head, trying to avoid his gaze. Thus only infuriating him more.
"Sango" he stated voice hard with criticism "Why did you leave the girl alone?" His tone was soft, but dangerously so. It reverberated with an emotion he couldn't even place. Was he furious? He had no idea anymore. He had put up with so much crap from these two, and this time, their crap could have cost him his only chance to rectify many of his serious wrongs.
He needed the girl.
Sango knew he needed the girl.
So why had she left them alone?
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Sango winced when Inuyasha spoke her name. He had trusted her with this operation....and she had botched it due to some frivolous desire of her own. Inuyasha....she owed everything to Inuyasha. Where would Kohaku be now if Inuyasha had not intervened? Where would she be?
She quivered as she tried to summon the courage up to answer her master, who was the savior of her soul. He had brought her back from near death, revived her brother......what had she done? Never had she deliberately disobeyed his orders. Sure, Miroku had plenty of times, but that was because he was an idiot. She opened her mouth, mind whirling with many replies, trying to select one that would possibly save her from some mediocre fate. It was well known what Inuyasha did to servants who had failed him....
"Master Inuyasha....." she began, trying to hold back the absolute horror that washed over her as she began to speak. Would she seal her own fate? Had she signed a death warrant when she stepped into the room around her?
However, her reply was cut short by a roar of indignation from the man before her "What the HELL does you THINK YOUR DOING?!"
With a squeal, Sango had ducked, throwing her hands over her head and shutting her eyes tightly to avoid any possible blows.
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Kagome winced as she sat up in bed, wondering how many more times she would have the shit scared out of her by the crazy people that now surrounded her. She had finally gotten off to sleep, and a growling fiend slams through the chamber doors, causing her to collapse into darkness once more. The only problem with passing out, was that you didn't feel refreshed after your lovely nap. You felt even worse.
She was absolutely miserable. She had two broken limbs, and sleeping in a dress that had a bodice so tight it was extremely hard to breath. Gasping for air, she pushed herself up with her good arm, eyes focusing on the turmoil around her. The room was trashed from the stomping rampage the girl named Sango had inflicted upon it. Of course, she would have done something much similar to it if she had been touched one more time by that quack. There were however, limited options with her handicaps.
Sighing, she surveyed the room for signs of the girl who had helped her earlier, and was shocked to see her captor confronting her in a room that was annexed to her current abode. Startled to hear him chastising her, and slightly satisfied to see the perverted idiot once again prone on the floor at the boxer clad man's feet.
She slid towards the edge of the bed, eyes riveted on the back of her captor. He was well muscled, although his body was covered in horrendous scars. They were blood red, looking like open sores. They were oddly shaped, sharp and angular, giving him an odd striped appearance. Reaching for the tall poster at the end of the bed she managed to stand on her own, although most of her weight was supported upon the bed. Her eyes once again turned towards the alluring man before her. Wandering irises swept over his form, leaner than she had thought he would be, as she had only seen him in large robes. As she continued her survey, her gaze flew over the silvery tresses of his head, falling to mid back. Geez, his hair was longer than her own!
Then something amazing caught her eye.
There, atop his head, was a pair of absolutely adorable ears! She was sure she had seen them before, but she hadn't thought them real. She stared in awe as they rotated and swiveled towards sounds around the room, their soft silver fur glinting in the pale light of the many lamps around the room. Staring at those ears, she suddenly forgot all the cruel things he had done to her, almost forgiving him as she reveled in the kawaii-ness of the ears. Her mind went into 'really-cute-stuffed-aminal-gotta-check-it-out' mode, as she slowly limped towards the figure in front of her, bound and determined to discover if the ears were real.
He was so absorbed in the girl before him that he didn't even hear her coming, which she was somewhat expecting, as he had predicted her moves easily before. She had no idea what she exactly wanted to do concerning those ears at the moment, but it involved staring as he silently lectured the Sango girl.
She almost drooled in awe as she cocked her head to the side, her hands gradually rising up to the top of his six foot head, fingers gently closing over the pointy ears, as she began to tweak them to her hearts content.
She, however, did not expect the reaction she received from the ears' owner.
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Inuyasha snarled as he whirled viciously around to confront the ear grabber. Who in the world could possibly have the audacity to TOUCH his ears?! They were HIS PROPERTY DAMMIT, and NOBODY was allowed to TOUCH THEM! His arm slammed into the throat area of the person behind him, and lifted the unknown personage by their throat, allowing them to dangle above his head.
To his surprise, his quarry fought back. With a muffled curse, the person kicked out viciously, hitting him right in the nose. Inuyasha yelped like a puppy that had been smacked with a newspaper, dropping his captive in a rush as his hands flew up to his nose, which felt like it was broken. Blood dripped from his nostrils as he muttered the foulest curse he could think of at the moment, which was a mix between shit and damn.
Opening his eyes, he was absolutely shocked to see the....the girl!
She was wincing, and rubbing her throat in a tender fashion. He could already see the new bruises forming, bruises she didn't need. Her whole body was already covered in them. Groaning inwardly at his stupid mistake, Inuyasha opened his mouth slightly, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't be an apology but might possibly pass as one.
His first syllable had barely reached his tongue when he was cut of abruptly by a shrieking voice.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!"
Inuyasha stared in absolute astonishment as the girl lying piteously on the floor yanked herself up with the help of Sango's proffered hand, her whole body shaking as her face began to redden. Inuyasha gulped. The girl somehow reminded him of a volcano threatening to erupt in a violent and erratic way.
Somewhat afraid...Inuyasha began to slowly back away.
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"Kouga." the cold voice stated.
"Y...yes?" Kouga replied, his voice shaking audibly as he confronted a very bloody and tired Sesshoumaru. A Sesshoumaru who held a locked and loaded pistol in his hand, idly spinning the casing (is that what you call the lil thing that holds the bullets? I have NO idea...) as he looked straight at the quivering assassin before him.
"Kouga, you try my patience." Sesshoumaru stated, ice practically dripping from every word he spoke, cold, freezing cold menace glaring from his eyes, like daggers, piercing into every pore of Kouga's soul. Blood poured from the unconscious form of a mangled body that used to be the brave Souta Higurashi, small pieces of flesh fallen from his near-corpse dotting the floor in random areas, where Kouga had walked aimlessly trying to find a suitable place to set him down.
Kouga's heart began to throb as Sesshoumaru cocked the gun, long fingers trailing over it's stainless steel body, sliding down the handle to rest on the trigger.
"And do you know why you try my patience?" he almost whispered, as he began to walk down the steps from the pedestal he stood upon, a large banner behind him covered in the strange markings that established him as absolute leader. Kouga noticed the limp in his step as he walked towards him, making him less intimida....
Kouga froze.
Sesshoumaru was standing no less than three feet from him, his arm extended, placing the barrel of the pistol right between his baby blues. Kouga gulped so audibly that it echoed around the large cathedral like chamber they stood in, it's black walls closing in as he realized how bad he'd fucked things up this time. He watched as a sick smirk washed across the psychopath's face, grim and sinister, with not a single ounce of mercy in his features.
"Sesshoumaru, I swear I can explain!" Kouga yelped, terror evident in his tone as his eyes grew wild and hysterical. He knew better than to run.....he knew better than to run. The scars on his legs indeed justified the consequences of running from Sesshoumaru.
"Explain what? You've had your chances, Kouga. So now, we're going to play a little game called Russian roulette. Do you know how to play Russian roulette, Kouga?"
Kouga nodded, not even blinking as he began to pray for mercy from anyone who cared. Sesshoumaru reached out with his left hand, his right being the one holding the gun, and spun the home of a little bullet round and round for the last time. Kouga felt like a player on 'Wheel of Fortune', watching anxiously as the wheel spun, slowing gradually, each little spike slowly bringing they're next chance or failure. He held his breath, everything swum around him. He barely registered the sound of the trigger being pulled back, didn't even hear Sesshoumaru's words.
In fact, he never heard anything again.
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Sesshoumaru smiled as the gun's sharp report ricocheted throughout the chamber, blood spurting slightly from the still standing Kouga who now swayed lifelessly before him, eyes rolling upwards as they filmed over into silent oblivion. Sesshoumaru placed the gun back in its holster on his belt, gently blowing on Kouga's carcass, laughing as it fell to the floor with a sickening thud, blood pooling from underneath in great puddles.
Turning, he walked back towards the pedestal, easily stepping over Souta to reach his large throne-like chair. Sighing, he placed his head in his hands. He pressed a button on his belt, watching as a single woman walked out from behind a large door to his right, graceful and demure in her long flowered kimono.
"Yes, Lord Sesshoumaru?" she asked, black hair falling from it's do.
"Kagura, get Kouga out of here, he's bleeding all over my carpet."
"Yes, Lord Sesshoumaru."
Turning she walked over to the dead man, who was gradually becoming stiffer by the moment as cells in his body died from lack of oxygen. With ease, she hefted his bloody form, causing the red river to run down her own back. She walked quickly back through the door she came, with not another word.
A few moments of absolute silence reigned over the hall, Sesshoumaru taking in deep breaths of air as a thoughtful looked came over his face.
"Souta?" he questioned towards the prone form on the bottom of the three steps "What do you say to killing Inuyasha?"
"Wonderful....my lord." the carcass whimpered. "It would make me feel a whole lot better."
Sesshoumaru laughed. "Well my friend, let's get you to a hospital room. We will discuss our attack on Inuyasha further when you too stop gushing blood and pus all over my floor."
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"This is the THIRD TIME in less than TWO DAYS THAT I'VE BEEN PRATICALLY MAULED BY A BUNCH OF RAVING LUNATICS!" Kagome screeched, her vocal chords hurting from the abuse of Inuyasha's hands. She heaved as she tried to regain her breath.
"FIRST YOU KIDNAP ME, THEN YOU BRING ME TO SOME FREAKING CRAZY HOUSE WITH BUTT-GRABBING MEN AND DANGEROUS WOMEN, I HAVE A BROKEN ANKLE, AND ARM, AND NOW A RING OF BRUISES AROUND MY NECK. WHY THE HELL AM I HERE?"
She stared as the silver haired goon before her stuttered in amazement, watching her like she was some kind of mutant freakazoid (that was a really cool show btw). He was slumped on the floor, nose still bleeding from where her casted foot had hit its mark in the middle of his handsome visage. He was lost for an answer, obviously. The girl supporting her was gradually inching away, eyes wide in fright at the both of them, tugging the unconscious lecher along with her foot.
"I think you two are better off alone...." Sango whispered, dodging out of the way of Inuyasha, tugging Miroku and his tweety birds along as she made a dash for the opening where the doors once stood. Inuyasha didn't even try to stop her, the shock on his features from being screamed at by one of his own servants unnerving him to no end.
"I reiterate...." came the low, hysterical voice "Why the HELL am I here? Why am I not rotting in a dungeon like my brother?! Huh? You think I can't take it cuz I'm a girl or something? Well let me tell YOU something shit face, I don't APPRECIATE being KNOCKED AROUND! I'm not butch girl with muscles who can bench 500 pounds! I'm A MODEL DAMMIT! I'm not made for CRAP like this! So you either get to the point ugly, or I'll........"
She hardly noticed the deep growl coming from her quarry, who no longer quivered on the floor from her violent outbursts. He was snarling like a rabid animal, eyes glaring at her like she was a smaller, yappy animal that needed to be taken down the food chain a few notches. She yelped when he pushed her back into the wall, his body flush with hers as his bloody red eyes came within inches of her. Her breath hitched in her throat, as his hot breath flooded over her senses. She gasped out loud as he pinned her arms above her head, holding her back with the mere pressure of his weight against hers.
"You're right, little Miss Bitchy, you are a model." he all but growled, as he brought his damaged nose closer to her, sniffing her essence in with deep gulps. She quivered, absolute terror taking over her once haughty features. "That's right, fear. That's what I wanted to see."
She whimpered as he growled even louder, the vicious tone making her almost sob as she tried to keep all the emotions she was going through inside. "You see, Ms. Bitch, I had to put you in your place." She shuddered as he continued. "Do you remember that promise, do YOU?" he rumbled dangerously. "I AM your MASTER, and you WILL NOT disobey me." She nodded meekly, eyes lowering in a more demure fashion.
His hand shot out, lifting her chin to a level equal with his own. "That does not mean, however, that you can not know your purpose here. Your job will be the greatest of all, as it will truly lead to the downfall of........"
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OHOHOHOHO! Now it's getting good huh? Yes, I am now back on the plot. Next chapter we get back on track totally, no more side ventures. Chapter 7 was more or less my chance to write something stupid for once. I'm already in the process of writing my next I/K fan fiction, because I want to finish it before I post it. So I figured I'd post the first paragraph and ask everybody's opinion on it.
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Closed.
How could it be?
Closed.
Kagome's heart thudded in her chest, each beat resounding loudly throughout her ears. Her head swam. It...Couldn't be.
Not now.
Not when she needed it most.
The portal to the realm of Faerie was closed.
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Catch your interest? It's kinda vague, but it gets better, trust me! Well gotta at least pat me on the back for once, I got two chappies out in under two weeks! R/R - LK
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A/N: Hidy hidy hidy HI! I'm so excited I've got 50 (or more, I dunno) reviews!! This Yes, Kagome's cat will be named Booger because my cat is named Booger and I want to put him in the fic! This chapter is going to be longer, yes I know some people were disappointed with the last one cuz it was so short :( I was too. Another thing, we're FINALLY going to get an I/K moment! Might not be fluffy and sweet, but it'll be their first encounter where they're somewhat on equal terms, and Kagome's temper is going to flare!
Annddd, an answer to The Random Queen on the whole A/N thing. Plenty of stories have author's notes longer than mine, and sometimes I get a lil carried away because I'm very talkative. I'll try to make them shorter.
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Inuyasha let out a slight 'oomph' as Miroku collided with his rock solid chest, barely even flinching despite the force of Sango's blow. He was getting slightly annoyed with this entire situation. Not only did the idiots have the audacity to awaken him, they left the girl alone! Well, not quite alone, but an unconscious Miroku was not very helpful in a dangerous situation. Not to mention, if Miroku had not been passed out, the girl would have been mentally disturbed even further by the strange man's absurd behavior.
Unceremoniously dropping Miroku on the floor, who once again, was immobile, he turned his gaze upon Sango. Her hair and clothes were sopping wet, and her dagger was held by its blade in her hand. She had DARED to leave her ward? Was this insubordination? His eyes glared evilly towards her, the disappointment in his orbs causing an uncomfortable silence between the two of them.
She hung her head, trying to avoid his gaze. Thus only infuriating him more.
"Sango" he stated voice hard with criticism "Why did you leave the girl alone?" His tone was soft, but dangerously so. It reverberated with an emotion he couldn't even place. Was he furious? He had no idea anymore. He had put up with so much crap from these two, and this time, their crap could have cost him his only chance to rectify many of his serious wrongs.
He needed the girl.
Sango knew he needed the girl.
So why had she left them alone?
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Sango winced when Inuyasha spoke her name. He had trusted her with this operation....and she had botched it due to some frivolous desire of her own. Inuyasha....she owed everything to Inuyasha. Where would Kohaku be now if Inuyasha had not intervened? Where would she be?
She quivered as she tried to summon the courage up to answer her master, who was the savior of her soul. He had brought her back from near death, revived her brother......what had she done? Never had she deliberately disobeyed his orders. Sure, Miroku had plenty of times, but that was because he was an idiot. She opened her mouth, mind whirling with many replies, trying to select one that would possibly save her from some mediocre fate. It was well known what Inuyasha did to servants who had failed him....
"Master Inuyasha....." she began, trying to hold back the absolute horror that washed over her as she began to speak. Would she seal her own fate? Had she signed a death warrant when she stepped into the room around her?
However, her reply was cut short by a roar of indignation from the man before her "What the HELL does you THINK YOUR DOING?!"
With a squeal, Sango had ducked, throwing her hands over her head and shutting her eyes tightly to avoid any possible blows.
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Kagome winced as she sat up in bed, wondering how many more times she would have the shit scared out of her by the crazy people that now surrounded her. She had finally gotten off to sleep, and a growling fiend slams through the chamber doors, causing her to collapse into darkness once more. The only problem with passing out, was that you didn't feel refreshed after your lovely nap. You felt even worse.
She was absolutely miserable. She had two broken limbs, and sleeping in a dress that had a bodice so tight it was extremely hard to breath. Gasping for air, she pushed herself up with her good arm, eyes focusing on the turmoil around her. The room was trashed from the stomping rampage the girl named Sango had inflicted upon it. Of course, she would have done something much similar to it if she had been touched one more time by that quack. There were however, limited options with her handicaps.
Sighing, she surveyed the room for signs of the girl who had helped her earlier, and was shocked to see her captor confronting her in a room that was annexed to her current abode. Startled to hear him chastising her, and slightly satisfied to see the perverted idiot once again prone on the floor at the boxer clad man's feet.
She slid towards the edge of the bed, eyes riveted on the back of her captor. He was well muscled, although his body was covered in horrendous scars. They were blood red, looking like open sores. They were oddly shaped, sharp and angular, giving him an odd striped appearance. Reaching for the tall poster at the end of the bed she managed to stand on her own, although most of her weight was supported upon the bed. Her eyes once again turned towards the alluring man before her. Wandering irises swept over his form, leaner than she had thought he would be, as she had only seen him in large robes. As she continued her survey, her gaze flew over the silvery tresses of his head, falling to mid back. Geez, his hair was longer than her own!
Then something amazing caught her eye.
There, atop his head, was a pair of absolutely adorable ears! She was sure she had seen them before, but she hadn't thought them real. She stared in awe as they rotated and swiveled towards sounds around the room, their soft silver fur glinting in the pale light of the many lamps around the room. Staring at those ears, she suddenly forgot all the cruel things he had done to her, almost forgiving him as she reveled in the kawaii-ness of the ears. Her mind went into 'really-cute-stuffed-aminal-gotta-check-it-out' mode, as she slowly limped towards the figure in front of her, bound and determined to discover if the ears were real.
He was so absorbed in the girl before him that he didn't even hear her coming, which she was somewhat expecting, as he had predicted her moves easily before. She had no idea what she exactly wanted to do concerning those ears at the moment, but it involved staring as he silently lectured the Sango girl.
She almost drooled in awe as she cocked her head to the side, her hands gradually rising up to the top of his six foot head, fingers gently closing over the pointy ears, as she began to tweak them to her hearts content.
She, however, did not expect the reaction she received from the ears' owner.
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Inuyasha snarled as he whirled viciously around to confront the ear grabber. Who in the world could possibly have the audacity to TOUCH his ears?! They were HIS PROPERTY DAMMIT, and NOBODY was allowed to TOUCH THEM! His arm slammed into the throat area of the person behind him, and lifted the unknown personage by their throat, allowing them to dangle above his head.
To his surprise, his quarry fought back. With a muffled curse, the person kicked out viciously, hitting him right in the nose. Inuyasha yelped like a puppy that had been smacked with a newspaper, dropping his captive in a rush as his hands flew up to his nose, which felt like it was broken. Blood dripped from his nostrils as he muttered the foulest curse he could think of at the moment, which was a mix between shit and damn.
Opening his eyes, he was absolutely shocked to see the....the girl!
She was wincing, and rubbing her throat in a tender fashion. He could already see the new bruises forming, bruises she didn't need. Her whole body was already covered in them. Groaning inwardly at his stupid mistake, Inuyasha opened his mouth slightly, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't be an apology but might possibly pass as one.
His first syllable had barely reached his tongue when he was cut of abruptly by a shrieking voice.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!"
Inuyasha stared in absolute astonishment as the girl lying piteously on the floor yanked herself up with the help of Sango's proffered hand, her whole body shaking as her face began to redden. Inuyasha gulped. The girl somehow reminded him of a volcano threatening to erupt in a violent and erratic way.
Somewhat afraid...Inuyasha began to slowly back away.
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"Kouga." the cold voice stated.
"Y...yes?" Kouga replied, his voice shaking audibly as he confronted a very bloody and tired Sesshoumaru. A Sesshoumaru who held a locked and loaded pistol in his hand, idly spinning the casing (is that what you call the lil thing that holds the bullets? I have NO idea...) as he looked straight at the quivering assassin before him.
"Kouga, you try my patience." Sesshoumaru stated, ice practically dripping from every word he spoke, cold, freezing cold menace glaring from his eyes, like daggers, piercing into every pore of Kouga's soul. Blood poured from the unconscious form of a mangled body that used to be the brave Souta Higurashi, small pieces of flesh fallen from his near-corpse dotting the floor in random areas, where Kouga had walked aimlessly trying to find a suitable place to set him down.
Kouga's heart began to throb as Sesshoumaru cocked the gun, long fingers trailing over it's stainless steel body, sliding down the handle to rest on the trigger.
"And do you know why you try my patience?" he almost whispered, as he began to walk down the steps from the pedestal he stood upon, a large banner behind him covered in the strange markings that established him as absolute leader. Kouga noticed the limp in his step as he walked towards him, making him less intimida....
Kouga froze.
Sesshoumaru was standing no less than three feet from him, his arm extended, placing the barrel of the pistol right between his baby blues. Kouga gulped so audibly that it echoed around the large cathedral like chamber they stood in, it's black walls closing in as he realized how bad he'd fucked things up this time. He watched as a sick smirk washed across the psychopath's face, grim and sinister, with not a single ounce of mercy in his features.
"Sesshoumaru, I swear I can explain!" Kouga yelped, terror evident in his tone as his eyes grew wild and hysterical. He knew better than to run.....he knew better than to run. The scars on his legs indeed justified the consequences of running from Sesshoumaru.
"Explain what? You've had your chances, Kouga. So now, we're going to play a little game called Russian roulette. Do you know how to play Russian roulette, Kouga?"
Kouga nodded, not even blinking as he began to pray for mercy from anyone who cared. Sesshoumaru reached out with his left hand, his right being the one holding the gun, and spun the home of a little bullet round and round for the last time. Kouga felt like a player on 'Wheel of Fortune', watching anxiously as the wheel spun, slowing gradually, each little spike slowly bringing they're next chance or failure. He held his breath, everything swum around him. He barely registered the sound of the trigger being pulled back, didn't even hear Sesshoumaru's words.
In fact, he never heard anything again.
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Sesshoumaru smiled as the gun's sharp report ricocheted throughout the chamber, blood spurting slightly from the still standing Kouga who now swayed lifelessly before him, eyes rolling upwards as they filmed over into silent oblivion. Sesshoumaru placed the gun back in its holster on his belt, gently blowing on Kouga's carcass, laughing as it fell to the floor with a sickening thud, blood pooling from underneath in great puddles.
Turning, he walked back towards the pedestal, easily stepping over Souta to reach his large throne-like chair. Sighing, he placed his head in his hands. He pressed a button on his belt, watching as a single woman walked out from behind a large door to his right, graceful and demure in her long flowered kimono.
"Yes, Lord Sesshoumaru?" she asked, black hair falling from it's do.
"Kagura, get Kouga out of here, he's bleeding all over my carpet."
"Yes, Lord Sesshoumaru."
Turning she walked over to the dead man, who was gradually becoming stiffer by the moment as cells in his body died from lack of oxygen. With ease, she hefted his bloody form, causing the red river to run down her own back. She walked quickly back through the door she came, with not another word.
A few moments of absolute silence reigned over the hall, Sesshoumaru taking in deep breaths of air as a thoughtful looked came over his face.
"Souta?" he questioned towards the prone form on the bottom of the three steps "What do you say to killing Inuyasha?"
"Wonderful....my lord." the carcass whimpered. "It would make me feel a whole lot better."
Sesshoumaru laughed. "Well my friend, let's get you to a hospital room. We will discuss our attack on Inuyasha further when you too stop gushing blood and pus all over my floor."
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"This is the THIRD TIME in less than TWO DAYS THAT I'VE BEEN PRATICALLY MAULED BY A BUNCH OF RAVING LUNATICS!" Kagome screeched, her vocal chords hurting from the abuse of Inuyasha's hands. She heaved as she tried to regain her breath.
"FIRST YOU KIDNAP ME, THEN YOU BRING ME TO SOME FREAKING CRAZY HOUSE WITH BUTT-GRABBING MEN AND DANGEROUS WOMEN, I HAVE A BROKEN ANKLE, AND ARM, AND NOW A RING OF BRUISES AROUND MY NECK. WHY THE HELL AM I HERE?"
She stared as the silver haired goon before her stuttered in amazement, watching her like she was some kind of mutant freakazoid (that was a really cool show btw). He was slumped on the floor, nose still bleeding from where her casted foot had hit its mark in the middle of his handsome visage. He was lost for an answer, obviously. The girl supporting her was gradually inching away, eyes wide in fright at the both of them, tugging the unconscious lecher along with her foot.
"I think you two are better off alone...." Sango whispered, dodging out of the way of Inuyasha, tugging Miroku and his tweety birds along as she made a dash for the opening where the doors once stood. Inuyasha didn't even try to stop her, the shock on his features from being screamed at by one of his own servants unnerving him to no end.
"I reiterate...." came the low, hysterical voice "Why the HELL am I here? Why am I not rotting in a dungeon like my brother?! Huh? You think I can't take it cuz I'm a girl or something? Well let me tell YOU something shit face, I don't APPRECIATE being KNOCKED AROUND! I'm not butch girl with muscles who can bench 500 pounds! I'm A MODEL DAMMIT! I'm not made for CRAP like this! So you either get to the point ugly, or I'll........"
She hardly noticed the deep growl coming from her quarry, who no longer quivered on the floor from her violent outbursts. He was snarling like a rabid animal, eyes glaring at her like she was a smaller, yappy animal that needed to be taken down the food chain a few notches. She yelped when he pushed her back into the wall, his body flush with hers as his bloody red eyes came within inches of her. Her breath hitched in her throat, as his hot breath flooded over her senses. She gasped out loud as he pinned her arms above her head, holding her back with the mere pressure of his weight against hers.
"You're right, little Miss Bitchy, you are a model." he all but growled, as he brought his damaged nose closer to her, sniffing her essence in with deep gulps. She quivered, absolute terror taking over her once haughty features. "That's right, fear. That's what I wanted to see."
She whimpered as he growled even louder, the vicious tone making her almost sob as she tried to keep all the emotions she was going through inside. "You see, Ms. Bitch, I had to put you in your place." She shuddered as he continued. "Do you remember that promise, do YOU?" he rumbled dangerously. "I AM your MASTER, and you WILL NOT disobey me." She nodded meekly, eyes lowering in a more demure fashion.
His hand shot out, lifting her chin to a level equal with his own. "That does not mean, however, that you can not know your purpose here. Your job will be the greatest of all, as it will truly lead to the downfall of........"
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OHOHOHOHO! Now it's getting good huh? Yes, I am now back on the plot. Next chapter we get back on track totally, no more side ventures. Chapter 7 was more or less my chance to write something stupid for once. I'm already in the process of writing my next I/K fan fiction, because I want to finish it before I post it. So I figured I'd post the first paragraph and ask everybody's opinion on it.
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Closed.
How could it be?
Closed.
Kagome's heart thudded in her chest, each beat resounding loudly throughout her ears. Her head swam. It...Couldn't be.
Not now.
Not when she needed it most.
The portal to the realm of Faerie was closed.
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Catch your interest? It's kinda vague, but it gets better, trust me! Well gotta at least pat me on the back for once, I got two chappies out in under two weeks! R/R - LK
