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Hello everyone! I am once more in the land of the living. For the past few weeks so much has been occurring that I can no longer say that I have a restful and peaceful life. *sigh* BUT! Never fear I will be more aware of the passing days and will (try) to update every Saturday instead of every Wed. I hope you all forgive me for this long absence and that none will hate me for this chapter as it is a tearjerker. I also hope that you will tell me your thoughts on how the story is progressing and what other things you would like to see in it. I await your comments and your sincere critics.
Thank you to those that have followed and/or favorited my story! I greatly appreciate each and every one of them! As for those that have been with me from the beginning I hope that you all enjoy the upcoming grief and pain of this story and do not hate me for it.
Without further ado -!
Chapter Nine: Of pain and grief-
The once peaceful and joyful aura that surrounded the house on a daily basis was gone. Instead in it's wake, was a malevolent presence that seemed to be watching my every move. Scrutinizing every breath I took. It was spine chilling to say the least. The eternal hallway that led to the main stairs was definitely not helping matters either.
Walls covered in great masterpieces were once majestic and magical, now they were unknown and eerie, aiding in hiding the shadows, as well as casting illusions of things not there.
The handle of the steel blade bit into my skin, causing discomfort if only for a second. My bare feet made no noise on the wooden floor, quieting my breathing I moved fluidly, stance ready for the oncoming fight I knew would commence sooner or later. One hand held on to one blade loosely, prepared to lance it towards the first opponent.
With the way I the shadows were lurking everywhere there was no telling where the intruder would pop out of.
Where was Sesshomaru? He had to know that there was something going on in the house. I could practically taste it in the air. Could someone have harmed him?
No. There was no way anyone could even take on the old dog.
Lub-dub. Lub-dub.
The sound of my heartbeat echoed through me. It sounded so loud to me that I feared I would miss any noise that would alert me of the one had dared to trespass on to the house of the West.
My back was to the wall, a slight measure of protection. Even with the sense the paintings lining seemed more like a hindrance than help at the point, I had to protect myself the best I could.
Moving stealthily I stretched out my aura, searching for anyone, but there was nothing. Except for the sense of wrongness that surrounded me, there were no auras around. Nothing to point me towards the direction of either my family, allies or the enemy. No one was home. My brow furrowed in worry. There was always someone. The staff or any of Inu's brood. An empty home was a clear sign that something was wrong.
The pathway leading to the main stairs was empty of life, stretching on and on. Eyes narrowed, I focused my reiki for any moment's notice. Breathing out I jumped out away from the wall, on to the landing.
Eyes widening in shock and disbelief the blade in my hand clattered onto the floor. The moment the scene registered completely into my head, my legs had given out and a harsh grief stricken scream erupted from my throat. In that single moment I was pain personified. Nothing else mattered, nothing.
****OHSHC***
A scream echoed loudly in to elfin ears, claws dug into mahogany wood, tearing into it as one would butter. Golden eyes flared red for an instant before they returned back to their amber color. Inside of the great and feared Lord of the West though, was an entirely different story. His blood was boiling, his beast was roaring to be let out of its cage in order to teach the unsightly individual in front of him a lesson that they would not soon forget. Imagination great, he could almost taste the pain and fear of the legendary and kami-like woman.
"What have you done to my Imōto?" his normally placid and cool voice, was infused with such violence that the presence allowed a wince, before once more schooling her face into an indifferent state.
"At this time, that is not of any importance," her voice strong and commanding impressed not the demon lord in front of her. If anything it seemed as if she was simply nailing the last nail on her own coffin. It would be complicated to lock a ghost into one, but the Western Lord was nothing but determined and vicious when getting his way or when protecting his pack. Of that no one could say otherwise.
"This One cares not for what you believe is important or not," icy and dripping with contempt, the demon stared down at the once feared woman. With his great height he could discern the tightening of pursed lips. "Time is running out."
"Your Imōto is fine Lord Sesshomaru," her voice became more subdued. "She has simply been affected by something that she has stumbled upon."
"Do you think This One a fool woman? Do you believe that This One will take your word? After all the things you have done to the young woman who has become my Imōto, I would never trust you, there is nothing that will make This One trust what you have said. I wish to see my Imōto now."
The tight leash he always had on his beast was slowly unraveling and would soon be torn. It seemed as the once live miko could see that, seeing as that not a second later the small whimpering and wailing of his adopted kin became prominent in the room. There in front of the one who created the Shikon was the curling form of Kagome, where tears were running endlessly falling down her cheeks.
Sparing no other glance towards his unwanted guest he knelt down to grab hold of the teenage girl/woman. Tugging her towards his chest he began to purr as he would one of his own pups. Soon her wailing slowed to small whimpers and those soon turned to almost unheard of sobs he only caught due to his demonic hearing. Lithe arms were twined tightly around him and moving her comfortably against him stretched his legs out to sit her probably on him. Her shaking form could not be controlled except for his great strength. Reiki danced along the room in sporadic burst that harmed none. Even in her great grief and pain the young woman allowed none to be harmed. This, even with the evidence of her pain, made the great Daiyoukai proud to call her kin, adopted or not. It also made his anger rise.
The woman that had caused it all, stare down at the pair with a slight hint of guilt in her eyes before clearing her throat to catch their attention. A warning growl was the only response that she received. Deeming it an urgent manner the reason for her visit she knelt down to their level.
Her hand slowly stretched out towards the small girl, an inch away from her objective though, a poisonous clawed hand slashed at her. The only thing that saved her from losing her arm was the fact that she was already dead. A once pristine and very expensive rug was not. The poison that had fallen immediately began disintegrate, almost reaching the wooden floor of the study.
"I understand your anger Lord of the West," she began, her hand rubbing the wrist that had been 'harmed.' "But there are things that must be discussed."
"Are you so heartless them miko?" Voice tinged with disgust he continued, "One of your own is here on the edge of her sanity and you wish to discuss some matters important to you?"
"S-sessh," her trembling voice broke through the ancient's thoughts. "He's gone. My little baby, he's gone."
For a stilling second, no one dared to breath in the presence of tangible pain. A blast of youki manifested itself into a whirlwind that tore through the study at the strength of an oncoming tsunami. The howl of the wind echoed in an eerie and oncoming avalanche of pain and feeling. Its manifestation came to a surprise to one of the women, not the other. Both parents were in a state of shock at the pain of losing their only child. The father of a once troublesome kit rose in great fury, marks jagged and lips raised in a ferocious snarl, and as a ruthless hunter lunges for their prey, so did he.