Unwanted Emotions Unfold
Chapter 25
Ugh – it's finally here after days of its completetion! I got so sick for almost two weeks, and since I don't have the net I had to wait until I could visit a friend – which had to be after I got better. (I'm not even 100%; ugh)
This chapter was finished quicker – even with my added business and laziness due to yaya94. So this chapter is personally for her. I hope you like it girly!
Including everyone! Do enjoy it ((grinns)).. and thanks so much for the reviews! For some reason I found myself re-reading them a lot when I can xD lol
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Takeshi sat perched on a large sign above some steps with a leg of his probed up where he laid his head, and a bored expression forcing his features to look dull and emotionless – like always.
"I really wish I could stay longer," Takeshi closed his golden eyes while he tried to block out the conversation below him, "But I need to get home, I don't want my sister worrying about me."
With the mention of said sister, an eye of Takeshi opened slowly, gazing down at the girl who resembled the very woman who rattled his resolve on so many occasions. Noticing that she was checking her phone idly he forced a sigh passed his lips since he knew she'd only be heading home to an empty house with the snack she made left untouched.
"Ah – I won't keep you," The dark haired teen leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss and Takeshi stood suddenly, turning his back on them with a blank expression.
When the teens below him started laughing stupidly while they kissed and hug each other, Takeshi couldn't help but sniff the air suddenly. He furrowed his brows in confusion, noticing that the night's air has become suffocated with a thick shrouding of ominous.
"Keiko…" The whisper was rushed away with the wind, and the alarming feeling that suddenly pricked at Takeshi's figure made him uneasy. For some odd reason, he wondered why his sister's presence was absent for such a long time now.
In the near past, he realized he couldn't sense her – but that was only for a short few hours, and the worry was soon dissolved to nothing when her presence became known once more. Yet although her absence is close to the past, he felt something amidst and just couldn't begin to shake the worry forming in his head.
Takeshi glided across the buildings slowly, his mind filled with his little sister, but his senses still alert as he watched over the little girl beneath him. A slight smile touched his lips when she started humming softly, a chirp in her voice as she practically danced towards her destination.
"You truly are your sister's sister."
When he saw some dudes talking in hush tones amongst each other, their hungry gaze eying the young one coming towards them, he couldn't help but emit a low growl of disapproval as he swiftly landed a few feet behind her – too soft for her to even realize.
Silver orbs shone brightly behind the defenseless girl before him, making his existence known to the males before them. A sudden sadistic grin touched his lips, draining the life from the boys and freezing them to the spot, their body visibly shaking from fright.
Sakurin walked on unbeknownst of what had just occur, too high on her happiness at finally being an item with Souta to actually survey her surroundings. She was beyond happy – words would never do her feelings justice and she could very well settle for that. Just imaging that all her and Souta ever did was kiss and a touch here and there, made her shudder in anticipation for what would eventually come.
The 'love making' that Kimiko lied about was soon to be shared between her and Souta, and even though some of the wonderful things that she'd heard Kimiko herself spoke of, pertaining to Souta's 'abilities' in bed, she couldn't lie and say she was not bursting with want to actually experience such.
"Ah I feel like a damn virgin!" She blushed when a few onlookers gazed quizzically at her.
Finally reaching her apartment building, she rushed to get access and climbed the steps three at a time, a huge idiotic grin splitting her face in half. "I can't wait to tell Rin!"
The keys shuffled in her hands as she moved to unlock her dingy apartment door, pushing the door open with her hands outstretched in the air. "Rinnie-poo sorry I took a little longer than plan, but I'm hoooome!" She sang, kicking the door shut and pausing with the leg in the air, "And I have exceptional news to share with you!"
Still holding her pose, Sakurin's glistering happy windows scanned the small room slowly, checking to see if there was any sign of her sister. When her eyes landed on the untouched letter she left earlier, she felt her foot kissing the ground before carrying her towards the intact note. "Where could you be…?" She questioned, her eyes landing on the microwave before opening it and noticing that the snack too was untouched.
"Rin…?" She whispered out, her voice surprising her when it broke slightly.
Sakurin walked slowly towards the entrance that led to their rooms and took a turn that would lead her to her sister's bedroom. Nothing was touched – her bed was made, and there were no clothes thrown on the floor like she knew her sister did whenever she came home from work.
"R-Rin…?" An unexpected lump lodged in her throat.
She reached out to touch the cold bed, her eyes glued to her hand that was shaking. Sakurin didn't know why she felt like déjà vu was taking her over. She couldn't explain why her heart was contracting painfully as she looked around the small room, feeling a wave of claustrophobia.
"…She's probably…." Sakurin chuckled nervously, easing down on the bed while she brushed her bangs out of her face, "She's probably working extra late tonight," Even though she tried to convince herself, she knew it was all in vain as she saw her sister's digital clock flashing 3:48AM.
Curling up in a ball on her sister's bed, Sakurin screwed her eyes shut as thick raindrops forced themselves past her lids.
"Mama where… Where are you going..?" The fear in the seven-year old girl's face had the little toddler that hid behind a partly closed door blink in confusion as she gazed at the packed suitcase beside their mother.
"Ah – sweetie…" The older woman with dull stringy hair and dilated brown eyes shifted around the room franticly. "You…You know mama and her business trips," She chuckled softly, inching closer to her eldest with a wide smile on her face.
Little Sakurin couldn't understand her mama's behavior, nor could she recognize the doubt swirling in her older sister's gaze.
"Then why are all of your things packed?" Rin asked in a voice filled with skeptic before folding her arms while she tapped her foot impatiently against the chipped tiling on the floor.
Her mama cursed loudly, making the hidden toddler jump from the sudden outburst, before grasping her hair tightly while glaring at her daughter. "Why do you constantly ask me questions?" She groaned tiredly with a roll of her eyes. "I'm the fucking mother, not you!"
Rin cringed. "Gomen mama…" She relaxed lightly. "It's just that – I don't like it when you go away… I always feel like you're not coming back."
Making an annoyed sound in her throat, their mother threw her head back with a silent pray. "I don't fucking care," Taking out a cigarette, she rushed to the kitchen for a match to light it up. "You and that clingy kid in there are driving me crazy," Taking a long drag of her cancer stick, she spoke as smoke rushed out with her words, "…And staying here – with your father and the both of you girls – GAH… It's a fucking nightmare!" Chuckling, she kept the cig in between her lips before easing down to grab her bags.
As Rin's little ear listened to her mother's confession, she couldn't help but catch flies with her mouth. "Um, you do know that we're your kids – and Sakie is just a baby!" She stressed out the last part, taking a closer step to her mother as she moved her hands about in exaggeration. "Even I know that babies are clingy mama!"
The woman ignored her, taking a long drag of her cigarette before puffing out thick smoke as her wild orbs darted around the small room, making sure she didn't forget anything.
The little one that was hidden smiled at her older sister, mocking her actions with her hand as her smile spread into a huge grin. She didn't quite understand the conversation but she knew that her big sister was always right. "Yay wittle wig wisster," She gurgled, sticking a thumb in her mouth while watching the scene unfold.
"Mama!" Rin stressed when she continued to ignore her, now searching the kitchen for any food she could run with. "Are you even listening to me? I asked where you'll be going."
"Nun-ya…"
"Ma…–…"
"I said – None – yah – fuckingbusiness!" She screamed, the thick smoke floating around the irritated woman. Damn, how she hated having to deal with these pesky brats! She couldn't wait to get away and just do her – that would definitely be when she starts to truly live her life.
The hidden toddler quirked her brows in question, still not old enough to understand the meaning of the conversation at hand.
"Mama!" Rin gasped, walking towards her mother and clingy to her waist, "You know we all love you and worry about you!" Rin smiled while looking up in her mother's disgusted visage. "And am sure daddy would want to know where you'll be."
The woman rolled her eyes.
Sakurin jumped back slightly when she saw her big sister being pushed away from their mother, he body connecting painfully against the edge of the counter before giving into her pain and sliding to the ground.
Tears sprang to both Sakurin and especially Rin's eyes quickly, making their huge brown doe shine with tears.
"Don't touch me!" The woman scoffed in disgust.
"But mama…"
"Look – I ain't coming back!" She finally voice, her cigarette almost reaching its end as she fingered yet another one waiting for her use. "If I come back here to some pesky kids and a clueless asshole of a husband, it'll be like committing suicide – and I'm not yet ready to die." She smiled and took up some canned food before walking over to her luggage.
When she heard a couple impatient honking of a horn outside, followed by a stream of cursing and insults that were aimed at her, the woman's whole figure started to shake as she rushed to get everything in order. While she took another drag of her cigarette, she threw it on the floor, stepping on it as she gazed ghostly at the eldest before catching herself and rolling her eyes, lighting up yet another cigarette.
"I…I can't… I don't understand mama," Wailing in agony and a sense of abandonment, Rin huddled on the floor where she sat, her water gaze begging for understanding.
"It's not hard sweetie," She hadn't look at her daughter as she rushed to the door before pausing – her back still to her. "This life… A wife… A mother… I never wanted it. Sakurin just keeps crying, keeps on being such a fucking nuisance!"
"Sakie is just a fucking baby!"
Rin hadn't known where the sudden anger came from, nor did the curse word as it was a first, but she loved the way it made her whole body relax from the annoyance momentarily.
Her mother turned around slightly, astonished at her daughter's choice of word.
"Until your little ass gets a kid – Don't you dare judge me!"
The anger came back full force.
"Are you fucking kidding me mama?" Easing up against the counter, Rin pinned her mother with a hateful gaze. "You're talking as if you're on something that sends people fucking insane."
Having heard enough of her daughter's newly potty mouth, the tousle woman stalked towards her daughter until she was standing right in front of her. "You should know your place… Respect is in order Rin."
Rin scoffed, folding her little arms tightly across her chest.
"Seeing the way you're acting and you wanting to leave us – I don't see how I can respect you mama."
Her mother bit her lips in anger, and even little Sakurin knew that such display of body language was never good. Sakurin was happy however that her mom wasn't in that dizzy phase that she was use to after her mama came home late at nights. Usually during those times her mother could get real active, throwing, yelling and even hitting… Sakurin shuddered at the memory she had of her mama, wishing that the happiness outweighed her sadness.
"This is exactly what I mean!" Her mama hissed, gripping Rin by the collar of her shirt and shaking her like a rag doll. "I can't stand it with either one of you! I'll get gray hair before my fucking time."
Rin grit her teeth as tears burned her eyes, her nose flaring in animosity. "That would do you good rather than how washed up you're looking lately."
The maturity and awareness in Rin's eyes made their mother gawked in shock. She couldn't care much if her daughter knew of her true job, really she didn't but the possibility of her knowing it and using it against her through her evident dislike is what made their mother that much angry.
Rin may be but a seven year old, though she wasn't stupid as to what her mother did at times. Living in this small washed up neighborhood, Rin heard plenty rumors and she'd glimpsed a little of naughtiness on the old television to know what such rumors meant. Of course at first, Rin never wanted to believe such accusation – it was never her time to be exposed to such, but she remembered seeing her mother leaving an alley way with a guy, fixing her clothes before taking money from him.
She never did say anything about back then.
"You know Rin," Her mother started, releasing her roughly before taking a step away from her. "You may be young but you're quite smart for your age…" She smirked for some unknown reason, taking up her luggage and backing away.
"No thanks to you!" Rin screamed, her tears spilling like thick raindrops. "I can't believe you would leave us so willingly. Aren't we your angels anymore mama?"
Her mother laughed.
"Leaving you girls would be better than staying," A sad smile touched her lips as she neared the door. "I've already admitted how much I hate such life with you and Sakie as well as your father – it's not for me," With her hands on the door she gave a wider smile, the crow feet at her eyes intensify. "The life I've chosen would only taint the both of you."
"Then change your life mama!" Rin fell to her knees in a heap, her eyes locked with her mama, "If not for papa, then change is for us – no… change it for little Sakie!"
"That is something I cannot – I…" She paused, not being able to admit once again how much that little carefree girl could make her so fucking mad. She couldn't stand being around her, not even Rin – and distancing herself is for the best. At least then they could be safe from her, because not even her herself knew what could happen to them if she stayed.
Rin sighed, her eyes pinning their mother with a loathsome gaze. "You're fucking pathetic," She forced out through clenched teeth, never broking eye contact with her mama. "You aren't fit to be called 'mama', or even be a mother in the first place,"
Her mother grinned. "Aint that what I've been saying all along?"
Rin puffed out her mouth in a cute pout. "Just go – go and don't ever come back – spare us the fucking heartache."
"Although I can't give you or Sakie the love you both deserve from a mother…tell Sakie…" She paused before continuing with a loud sigh. "Tell her I'm sorry… And…And I love her – the both of you."
Rin said nothing.
Sakurin watched tearfully as her mama left, never to return for as long as she lived. She turned her watery spheres towards her sister, praying that she'll find the strength to stalk after their parent and demand she stay.
Yet as Rin didn't move, Sakurin gaze became steely, wondering why her sister was not pushing forward to bring back their mama!
"Why?" She whispered irately, stomping her little foot in aggravation before throwing herself on her bed to muffle her cries in the pillow.
Sakurin's eyes popped open, tears making her blind as she cuddled more into her sister's blanket, praying a silent prayer for her sister's quick and safe return.
"Don't leave me like mama did…" She sniffled painfully, letting her sister's sent sooth her worried heart.
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The broken girl in the cage opposite the newly turned human girl eyed her dingy fingers intently, her thoughts straying to the creature that undoubtedly held her heart. Even with the way things turned out, having found out that he was deceitful towards her – while not lying to her at the same time in some messed up way, she could silently admit that she still loved him dearly.
Such a fool she was.
Not only had her naivety caused her much distraught, it only served as a means of mocking her initially and she had to chuckle at the irony. First her naivety to love so freely – even though the man she loved was shrouded in mystery, then she had to go and trust another, just because he happened to rescue her from a speeding car one day, and not only that – the most shameful trust of them all was the one she held for the tearful girl beside her.
Rin sighed tiredly.
Yes she was tired of all the shit that's being transpiring throughout her life as of late.
"Don't even start again," Rin whispered, her head pulsing in pain as another wave of nausea shook her, "I'm tired of hearing the same ol' shit over and over again," She dragged on, her head lolling to the side to gaze at the unsettled girl beside her.
Pressing herself closer to the bars of the cage, Virnette found herself gripping tightly on those very bars, wishing that she still had the strength to snap them like a twig. "I'm… I'm sorry!" She replied once again, her tears rushing down her cinnamon colored skin, praying for understanding. "Lately, I've been meaning to tell you countless of time – I really was!" Shaking her head in the positive, she hoped Rin could read her honesty. "In the end though, I felt that being kept in the dark would keep you save from the life that's mines."
"You knew who I was in love with all along," Rin clarified, a hint of wonder in her voice as she ignored what Virnette just said. "So basically," She started, her hand palming her chest, "I was the fool gushing like some asshole about the man – the vampire I fell for." She chuckled, a look of surprise on her face – though no sort of emotions rose from her eyes. "You knew Sesshomaru; in fact – I bet you were that girl who he fought the night in the alley, and again you were on the rooftop," Rin paused as she let the imaged flooded through her, refreshing her mind of the first night that gave her a taste of Sesshomaru's lips, to the night where she took those kisses for granted – not knowing it would have been the last.
"All I wanted was to protect you from that Sesshomaru," Virnette spat his name, her narrowed eyes doing anything but masking her blatant hatred for him. "He was guaranteed to hurt you!" Turning now worried eyes on Rin, she tried to make herself small, so that she could bring herself even closer to Rin, "I knew if I put the idea of Eriko coming back into the picture that it would not only rattle that bastard's mind but it would also set you free of him…It's the least I could have –…"
Rin's sudden eyes that pinned her with so much shock and hatred made the words seize their spilling from her mouth. "You were the one who had that Eriko come back?" Rin scoffed in mock humor, "After all you see me went through, knowing how I felt for Sesshomaru – you went and brought her back?"
"I did it all to protect you!"
"Who the fuck told you I needed protection?" Rin hissed, her angry spheres shrinking Virnette down to size.
Virnette cringed; knowing that the moment Rin used any curse words meant she was truly pissed off. Following Rin's action by standing on her knees and gripping the bar for some sort of control, Virnette took Rin's anger head on. "He would have hurt you sooner or later; I just didn't want you to get too deep before it broke you…"
"That's all my decision in the long run," Rin shook her head in utter disbelief – not recognizing who this girl before her could be. "I would have chosen to learn from my mistake rather than someone form a fucking situation to push forth a mistake!"
"You don't know him like I do…" Virnette reasoned, outstretching a hand of hers to hold Rin's softly. "He's not good for you Rinnie…"
Rin watched the chocolate hand covering her milky one with a ghostly look forming through her lashes. "Well seeing that you've done what was needed to be done," She started slowly, moving her hand away from the warmth of her friend, "I guess now I'll never find out the kind of person he is the way you do, now would I?"
"Rin…"
"Don't…" Shaking her head, Rin sat down on the uncomfortable concrete, her back now turn to Virnette. "There's no point in trying to explain things to me now just because I happen to find out your identity by dumb luck."
"Don't say that…" With her voice cracking, Virnette found it a little difficult to speak as her throat ran dry. "I know in time I would have told you…"
"Really?" Cutting her off, Rin turned slightly towards her, eyes narrowed to slits, "Can you honestly say that you would have told me who you truly are if I was never in this position?" When Virnette's gaze fell to the ground, Rin smiled ruefully, "You were much better at lying before; I can vouch for that since I was the fool you constantly lied to."
Sighing loudly as her tears rushed down like flowing river, Virnette huddled in the corner of the cage, her knees to her chin while she hugged them closer, wishing for this nightmare to end. The longing gaze that lingered over to Rin prayed that in some way she'd understand why she did what she did, realizing that it was all for her. All Virnette wanted was for Rin to live a safe and normal life – away from vampires and all the nocturnal things that brought people to their knees in fright.
"You speak of Sesshomaru with so much hatred,"
Hearing Rin's voice cut through the thick silence was music to Virnette's ears, and she perked up quickly, eager to digest all that Rin would say.
"…And I can't begin to know or understand why you hate him so much," Rin glanced at Virnette a little, her eyes void of emotions, too tired to keep such strong feelings coursing through her tired body. "…But you and Sesshomaru are not so different; there's no deny the blood-relation between the both of you."
The last word made Virnette cringe at the facts, hating how observant Rin was.
Rin let her lips curved slightly; finally realizing that Virnette is Keiko, the same sibling that Takeshi spoke of. It wasn't hard for her to figure it out; not when the puzzle pieces were suddenly beginning to become an easy task to put together. Deep down, her heart went out for Virnette, sad to see how foolish she became, especially knowing how strong she truly is.
Sighing, Rin shook her head in distain.
"Both you and Sesshomaru have one thing in common – and that's the tongue of a lair."
Gasping at Rin's comment, Virnette eased up swiftly, her eyes narrowing as her teeth gritted in anger. She worked so hard, so fucking hard to distant herself from her family, hating that they let that fucking Naraku get away with his actions as if it was nothing! Yes she truly knew that he was the bastard who ruined her family, but if anyone was to truly be blamed then it was only Inutaisho and his damn family.
"Don't fucking put me in the same category as that vile asshole," She seethed, her brown eyes flashing silver as her anger grew. "You may know a little of something but you don't have the right to say such a thing!" Virnette's eyes started to water as her voice shook with the emotions overtaking her. "Those pompous assholes didn't lose a damn thing," She gripped the bar, the pain from such action too numb for her to give a damn; "They let my whole family get slaughter and didn't lift one fucking finger!"
Taken aback by the sudden change in Virnette's attitude, Rin couldn't help but listen with her mouth slightly ajar.
"I had to watch my mom get slaughter by that fucking Naraku," She spat, her eyes darting to the vampire in question who sat with his legs crossed, a huge grin kissing his lips. "He ripped the fetus of my unborn sibling out of my screaming mother," Virnette fell back her eyes screwing shut as the memories slammed against her.
Suddenly finding the voice to speak, Rin eased closer to the cage, extending her good arm to reach for Virnette – even though she chose to ignore Rin's hand. Rin couldn't stop the tears that suddenly filled her eyes, consumed with the hurt Virnette was feeling.
"Keiko…"
Why she even called her by her rightful name was beyond Rin's understanding, but it was too late to take it back now, and with the sudden look of fright that literally shook Virnette – Rin would have given her right arm to take it back.
Virnette froze before her body began shaking uncomfortably when she heard her given name – the name that she hated so much now that it couldn't be called by the voices she wanted to hear. Her parents were forever gone and so was that beautiful name that always made her smile jubilantly.
But still…
Keiko rang throughout her head, turning into a rough, scratchy shout filled with nothing but a shrill of fear and sorrow.
"Keiko!"
The scream and shouts of the little one's name didn't do much to pull her out of her trance. How could it prove to be effective when she had just witness the slaughtering of her own mother?
"O…ka…OKAASAN!"
As her little feet gave out, forcing her to the ground as she wailed for her mother – tears blinding her from the smiling, yet lifeless image of her 'kaasan –, Keiko couldn't help the sobs that escape her, traumatized by the picture displaying around her.
Fire spread around the campsite, enclosing the small family who had planned a weekend away from everyone, hoping to enjoy the quietness their private forest always provided them with.
Keiko looked up hesitantly from where her head kissed the dirty ground, her breath hitching just as the man who stood above her mother, with his hand blooded from ripping out her little sister or brother, walked slowly towards her. The wide sadistic smile he displayed made her quiver, followed by the bile rising in her throat when she saw him lick her bloodied unborn sibling, chuckling with mirth.
"Keiko!"
She suddenly realized the image of the man was gone, replaced by a tall figure shrouded in darkness. Smiling through her pain at seeing her father, Keiko eased up on her hands, her tears flowing as relief washed over her. "Papa!" She cried, struggling to her little feet, the tears never holding up. "Papa… they took – they took 'kaasan…" She cried, wiping her eyes harshly with the back of her dirty hand. "Okaasan… She's… She's…."
Before she could finish her revelation, Keiko felt her hair being pulled forcefully from the back, making her connect to the ground so hard that her little mouth gurgled out blood.
It all happened in a flash for Keiko's little eyes – but she couldn't forget it even if she tried.
The evil men with black eyes – eyes that perplex her since she was only use to seeing her mother's chocolate orbs, her dad's golden and red orbs as well as her siblings silver eyes – tugged at her roughly, which made her papa turn around swiftly, fighting them off with one blow to protect his precious 'blessed child' before scooping her up in his arms.
"Shh, chibi – papa's got you…Papa won't let anything bad happy to his happy child… " His first reassuring smile suddenly turned painful and Keiko had to grip her papa's face between her small hands tightly, questioning why he wasn't walking anymore, but instead sinking slowly to the ground.
"What's the matter…." Her questioning orbs started to water profusely. "…PAPA!" She growled, her chocolate eyes flashing silver, "PAPA GET UP!"
When he fell to the ground, her form cradled in his arms protectively, Keiko couldn't believe she'd missed the amount of blood rushing from so many wounds. She cried her little eyes out before crawling out of his tender hold, looking behind her to see multiple fresh slashes adorning his back, tearing his clothes open.
She shuddered from the scene, gritting her teeth in anger when she noticed the same man who killed her mother walking tauntingly towards her.
"Papa…." She whispered, turning her gaze from the evil man and crawling towards her father, "Papa…" She called again, biting her arm and pressing the open wound to his mouth, "You… You have to…" When he continued to shake his head, refusing to drink her blood, she couldn't help but grow angrier, her small fists pounding her father's shoulder. "We can't lose you papa!"
"Kamiko…"
In a flash, Yashomaru's eldest daughter was before them, her petite form shuddering from the disaster before her. Though she stood at a mere 4'6 – her young mind not yet prepared for such a battle – she stood tall and strong, her long hair blowing rapidly in the wind as her silver eyes shone with determination.
"Take your sister – find your brother and get out of here!"
When she peeled the tearful Keiko from their papa's hold, she hesitated, refusing to leave her dad where he laid. "Papa…I can't just leave," She narrowed her eyes at the man a few yards from them, noticing that he had stalled in his trek, a mirthless grin darkening his already darken features.
Yashomaru snarled at being defied, easing up into a standing position and blocking his daughters from the man's line of vision. "I cannot protect any of you if you're still here." He turned his crimson eyes upon them.
"Now go," He barked, making Kamiko skid backwards from the force of his blazing power.
Virnette shuddered, her blank orbs gazing down at her shaking hands. "There was so much of my papa's blood – so much…" Virnette's voice was soft, but a whisper against Rin's strained ears as she ghostly held her hands captive in her vision. "…And I was the one who caused more – who caused him to die…"
"Don't…"
Virnette snapped out of her trance, her eyes narrowing with anger suddenly, forcing more tears passed her lids. "…But still – my uncle knew of the man who killed my family, and he didn't do a fucking thing!"
Rin jumped back from yet such a drastic change in her friend's attitude. She was switching emotions rather quickly and it was slightly nerve-racking for Rin. "I had no idea…"
"Of course you didn't – I was only a lying friend of yours," She said pathetically, her watery sphere shifting to the ground in shame.
"Don't say that," Rin swallowed the lump in her throat, not realizing how her friend may have been hurting – even though she might not have known anything. But looking back on how carefree Virnette was, and how she was always the one cheering up Rin from another 'episode' from Sakurin, or even with Sesshomaru after being dumped – she realized that Virnette always consoled her… always.
'Even that time on the rooftop – when I didn't know it was her at the time… She tried to comfort me…'
Gulping painfully, Rin smiled slightly. "Only now realizing that you're Takeshi's little sister – only now can I understand a little bit of your pain."
Virnette stayed silent, not even in the mood to question how close she knew of her brother or how close they actually were. She just let herself wallow in the silence, trying to collect her thoughts and shame. After all, that flashback left her far more shaken up than she'd openly let on. The haunting image of her mother drugged her into a fresh wave of hatred and loneliness. And as she thought more on it, the hatred for Inutaisho and his happy family only made the loathing and solitude that much more prominent.
"I hate that name…" She finally breathed out the soft whisper that Rin didn't fully hear – nor did she get the chance to question as another party invaded their conversation.
Naraku finally chose that time to stand, his hands clapping slowly as he grinned from one human to the other. "Aren't little chats of getting to know each other just so…splendid?"
He chuckled loudly when his only reply was a deadly glare from both humans.
Letting his lingering gaze seize Virnette's hungry vengeful eyes, Naraku smirked slightly; surprised by how her usually composed manner was easily broken down by the simple name her parents had gifted her with. Just the thought of the past made his groin grow with pleasure, remembering the look on all their faces as he took away lives they all cherished. That sickening smirk of his grew a little more, acknowledging her stupidity at the time for without it, he probably would have been dead.
"It's all thanks to you, Keiko," He teased, cackling annoyingly as she shivered from whatever memory her mind was conjuring forth. "If you hadn't disobeyed your father's request, then he wouldn't have been distracted…"
"…You're victory was by sheer luck," Rin summarized, trying to get his focus away from the broken girl beside her, "What a pitiable way to bask in something that was only bestowed upon you by fucking accident," She seethed.
Naraku growled at her, suddenly appearing before her and snaking his arm between the bars, gripping her hair tightly and yanking her upwards.
Rin cried out in pain as her head banged against the rusty iron, and she found that the shocking pain forced her to stay conscious which in a way made her grateful.
"Rin!" Virnette cried out, the hollowness seeping from her form at hearing the cry of her best friend.
"I've just about had it with you and that loose mouth of yours!" Naraku gripped a bar closest to Virnette, before swiftly moving his hand away from her, breaking the bars in the process and giving him more access to the annoying bitch whose head he was tempted to snap off.
Virnette felt helpless as she watched the scene before her act out, wanting to turn her head away but refusing to let her eyes wander. As the hatred in her for the man only grew to heights unknown, she longed for the time where she could get her true powers back.
She growled; flinching when she watched as Naraku dragged Rin on the floor by her hair, releasing her and letting her slide against the wall. She groaned when she heard Rin screamed in pain from the contact, her body bruising as blood stained her mouth.
"Ri…."
"Is that all you got?" Rin whispered, spitting out the blood that formed in her mouth with a crooked smile. She gasped silently, feeling a pointed shoe connect with her belly, which forced her to cough up even more blood.
"You fucking little b –…"
"Shut up Rin!" Virnette cried, gripping the bars so tightly that blood started to seep from her hands.
Rin smiled softly, forcing herself into a sitting position as she gazed at Virnette's tear stricken face. "It's not…" She felt the air cutting off from her as she was once again gripped by the neck, and dragged up against the wall with her feet dangling off of the floor.
"…Your fault," She choked out, just as darkness welcomed her.
Virnette felt her control slipping even more, and she felt her lips moving, forming a word that she'd long since told herself she would never call – not even if she was on her dying bed.
"Ani –…" Virnette felt like she was hyperventilating as she tried to form a word that's been long forgotton. "Ani.. Ani…Aniki!"
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Sitting quietly outside of Rin's bedroom window, he hid his golden spheres behind closed lids, listening intently to the now even breathing of Sakurin. Even though she had to cry herself to sleep, he was happy that she'd let her consciousness slip from her as to relieve her from the worry of her absent sister.
"Rin…"
He exhaled loudly, sending a silent pray for her safety.
He knew that he should be out there looking for her; he knew that his unsettled heart would love nothing more than to do so…
"But Sesshomaru would kill me,"
Although he didn't mean that in the literal, he couldn't turn a blind eye on the fact that Rin was indeed Sesshomaru's chosen one – and the last thing he would think to do is mess with someone's chosen one; especially his own relative. Furthermore, he knew for a fact that his cousin would want to be the one to save Rin and there was nothing – good or evil – that would stand in the way of him doing so.
"Besides – Rin would want someone to watch over her sister," He suddenly yawned widely, tears springing from the corner of his eyes. "…I'm feeling sluggish," Smacking his lips together while he scratched the side of his face; he let himself smile slightly while his mind wondered to the sleeping teen a few feet from him. She reminded him so much of her sister in so many ways, but he could tell that she was also hurting like her sister… in so many ways.
And more hurt was guaranteed to come. He definitely knew that from the guy she was in love with. Takeshi wasn't any love/relationship guru, but he sense liars when he wanted to, and even though he have no doubt that the boy loved Sakurin – there was another present – another girl he couldn't let go…
"I can smell her stench on him – it was fresh," Leaving him to ponder how deep his lies went, and if he didn't care for the consequences that he'd bestow such oath on his own mother's grave.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Takeshi took a peak in the room, noticing that whatever Rin's little sister was dreaming, that it was no good from the way her face was screwing up in pain and worry. He eyed her a little longer, blinking a couple times when she sighed in bliss before snuggling closer to the pillow that smelled so much like Rin.
"Don't worry little one," He started, jumping into the small window silently as he walked closer to her until he was standing directly in front of her. "I can't protect you from your inner demons, but I can make sure you're alright from those that can harm you from the outside..."
Hunching over a little, he moved some hair out of her face, listening as she made a soft noise before shifting for a more comfortable position.
Ah – Takeshi couldn't believe what he was becoming. Once ago he'd told himself he wouldn't worry about no one, except his sister Keiko – yet here he was, watching over an obnoxious little girl who's older sister he had come to care for deeply. He still remembered the bright smile on her face whenever he did something – which he still had no idea of what he would specifically do– and then he also remembered how easy it was for her to become happy. She was a rather extraordinary girl who settles for simple ordinary things.
His mind also would never let him forget that breathtaking kiss they shared…
"You have a magnificent sister," He mumbled, his sharp gaze watching the sleeping girl before him closely.
Sakurin smiled in her sleep.
Turning his head from the girl, he screwed his blank eyes shut, a sudden imagine of a frightfully and tearful Rin in the arms of Naraku. Damn that asshole who seemed to be behind everything! Takeshi wouldn't love anything more than to gut him slowly and methodically, all the while making sure the ass was well alive. The memory of what he did haunted him to this day, and he wish he was braver back then to help out his father. If he wasn't such a scared little one then he knew his dad would still be here with him… He mother wouldn't have to endure such a painful death.
And Kamiko….
"I'm sorry…"
When Sakurin started to stir in her sleep, he cursed silently for losing it briefly, and by the time the little girl's lid had lifted to reveal confused chocolate sphere, he was already outside, hidden from her view.
Takeshi resumed his seat, folding his arms and resting the back of his head against the roof, letting his gaze admire the bright moon above him that bathed him in its natural serene glow. He was about to let his lids flutter close, but found he couldn't do so…
"Aniki!"
There was only one person in the whole world that used to call him that.
Moving into a standing position rather quickly, he didn't even bother to wonder why she was suddenly calling him by that name, nor did he wonder why she was even calling him to begin with.
His gaze was locked on the far end of the city, his bright golden ball of worry that was usually filled with ennui locked on a destination. With one final look at Sakurin, he apologized to her softly before disappearing in a blur.
As Takeshi's blurred form jump from building to building, he couldn't help but wonder what was going on at Naraku's and he still couldn't understand why he couldn't sense his sister. He increased his already impeccable speed, pushing himself forward towards his desired destination.
"I'm on my way chibi…."
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Izayoi narrowed her eyes with determination, gliding swiftly towards her speeding son. Quickly bending her knees for leverage, she threw herself forward, landing a few feet in front of Sesshomaru, but then cursed lightly when she noticed he skidded to a stop before running in a different direction to his right.
"Sesshy!" She screamed, stomping a foot of hers in frustration so hard that the road crack. Izayoi's bright and heated spheres flashed red with anger.
Knowing that his anger and disobedience was coming from her keeping secrets from him, she still didn't like the way he was acting out – blatantly ignoring her and refusing to understand. His reckless behavior was what they did not need at a time like this! Just because they were the strongest of the clans, didn't give it the right for them to be snobby with such powers. Even the strongest fell, and as much as she hated to admit it – Yashomaru was a good example. Being powerful does not protect one from loving, and as she and Inutaisho have come to realized – Naraku was very clever and he enjoyed using that particular emotion to his advantage; Sesshomaru, the once Ice Prince, was no different.
Sesshomaru growled in aggravation, the smell of his mother nearing him no matter how hard he pushed himself. He knew he couldn't out run her; she was the fastest of Inutaisho himself, making her small form the fastest creatural to date, but that didn't stop him from openly pissing on the facts.
Having to find out that all this time, his parents knew of Naraku's whereabouts literally fucked with him, and angered him beyond explanation. How could one's mother witness the pain and agony of their child, crying pathetically for feeling like a complete failure, and not tug at their heart-strings to tell him anything?
"Even give me a damn hint or something," He growled, taking his eyes from the path before him to look behind him, noticing for the first time that he wasn't sensing him mother anymore.
Sesshomaru smirked in triumph.
The second he slowed down, he soon came to realize such action was a big mistake on his behalf. With his head hitting the concrete, and a small yet powerful body pinning him to the ground; there was nothing much he could do but curse loudly for his luck during such a dire time. It was bad enough to be had by your own mother, but the fact that it was a pixie female over all, should shame any sort of man. Sesshomaru gritted his teeth, cursing under his breath once again when he tried to free himself, only to feel his body being pushed deeper into the concrete.
"It's rude to curse in the presence of a lady," Her angelic voice scolded, her gloved hands palming her son's chest to keep him immobile.
Sesshomaru flashed crimson fury at her, making her calm expression crinkled into worry and regret. Refusing to even utter a word, Sesshomaru puffed out his cheeks immaturely, refusing to let his angered gaze waver off his mother.
"Oh chibi," Izayoi started, easing up in her straddled position with apology swirling in the depth of her now black eyes. "Please don't give me that look," She slanted her lips downwards when he still refused to talk to her.
Even if Izayoi wanted to get angry, she couldn't find it in her heart to. Being kept in darkness over something so detrimental in their life would have anyone in their right mind acting out like Sesshomaru – even worse than him if Inuyasha was to have been in Sesshomaru's position.
"We all want Naraku dead," She started, leaning forward to cup Sesshomaru's face lightly but eased back slowly when he swiftly jerked his head away from her touch.
Sesshomaru didn't care for her petty excuses. If he wasn't finishing up with that Eriko and happen to listen in on who was home, then he probably wouldn't have known that his parents knew all this time. Then there was Kouga! That bastard was to answer to him, never mind that his father was the head of everything! Is there no loyalty in anyone these days? Sesshomaru closed his eyes tiredly, still perplex as to why they felt like this Naraku was some god amongst them, knowing that the freak was a black-eyed asshole trying to fit in. The simpleton could in no way compare to the great Inutaisho and his family, so this whole 'caution' bullshit was just not needed!
The man killed the almighty Yashomaru for crying out loud!
How could one let such a heinous act go unaccounted for over the past centuries?
"The way your acting now just proves how naïve you are Sesshomaru," His mother's invading voice only added to the pile of statements he wished to burn along with whoever spoke them.
"If wanting revenge makes me naïve, then so be it," He whispered, shifting his eyes from his mother to her legs before quickly grabbing them and pushing her off of him.
But being who she was, she overcame it, back flipping on her hands before changing directions to back flip towards him, using her legs to tackle him to the ground by the neck.
"God dammit!" He cursed, but still refused to give him.
With hair that flowed like black silk and eyes as red as blood, Sesshomaru grasped both his mother's leg, ducking out of their hold and preparing to throw her as far away from him as possible, but the grin on her face gave him doubts which caused him to pause in his actions.
No one needed to tell him it was a mistake.
Izayoi's flexible pixie form allowed her to bend her body forward so her hands could lock with her son's collar, before jerking her leg from his hold and throwing him into a building. Before Sesshomaru could peel himself from the wall, his mother was there to aid him, but slammed him against the opposite wall causing him to grunt slightly as she pinned him with a foot of hers by his neck.
"Let me go this instant!" It was all Sesshomaru could say, seeing that any means of escape was futile when it came to his parents – especially his mother.
"I cannot allow that Sesshy," She smiled slightly. "I would be foolish to let you go, knowing that you're not prepared."
"Prepared?" He gawked at her as if she was stupid. "Why does a red eye such as myself need to prepare for a black-eyed asshole who needs hostages to prove himself rather than challenging me head on?"
"Oh chibi…" Izayoi thinned her lips disapprovingly at her eldest, ashamed to see how their gift as the greatest can cause him to be the asshole that's as pompous as one could get. "You have so much to learn."
Squaring shoulders, narrowed orbs and a set jaw, Sesshomaru growled low in his throat at his mother's chastisement.
"Naraku has Rin –…"
"You holding me here isn't helping to rescue Rin."
Izayoi sighed at her son's attitude. If anyone told her that Sesshomaru and Inuyasha weren't related, she would burn them instantly where they stood. Both her sons were so much alike – the only difference was that Sesshomaru knew how to hide his true feelings easily whereas Inuyasha was always the expressive one. But now that Rin came into her eldest's life… His emotions couldn't help but be as easy-to-read as Inuyasha's.
"I ordered Kouga to keep a closer eye on you," Izayoi started, taking her foot from her son's neck slowly; cautious yet also positive that he wouldn't dare try another attempt of a vain escape. "He told me that he saw a change in you anytime this human girl was around."
"Her name is Rin," Sesshomaru grumpily stated.
Izayoi smiled, enjoying the boyish look her son was portraying. She would love to meet the girl who captured her son's heart and caused this magnificent change before her. Even though he was once in love with Eriko, Sesshomaru often had to hide his affections, since back in the days when they were viewed as royalties, interactions with slaves beyond work relations were forbidden. Although Izayoi knew of Sesshomaru and Eriko, she often turned a blind eye on it, glad to see that her son was finally opening up to someone outside of his clan and more importantly, his race. She always had hope for her son, that he'll find true love even if it was someone whom society saw unfit for love itself.
"Rin," She started, the smile spreading as Sesshomaru pointedly avoided eye contact with her. "She was the only person who was worthy enough to have lunch with you – was what I was told. You would have long conversations with her, before and after classes. Once she even braided your hair while she opened up to you for the first time," Pausing when she witness a slight blush dusting over Sesshomaru's cheeks, Izayoi grinned widely, her dimples deepening with glee. "Even the first time the both of you kissed." Throwing him a sneaky look that made him blush even deeper, Izayoi couldn't help but giggle excitedly. "I was told it was intense and the way you moved … chibi – you were like a flashing sign large enough for the entire world to see."
Sesshomaru opened his mouth to say something, but he paused – the embarrassment hitching his words in his throat. The knowledge of what his mother had about him and Rin made him rake his brain to see if she did that mind thing on him. He remembered once when he was younger and both her and his father did it on some vampires to get information out of them. Surely back then, he hadn't a clue just what it was then, but as he grew older and read about their history – possible powers and everything, he understood just what they were truly capable of. Such capabilities were mostly towards his parents rather than him and his brother since they were still very young in vampire years – nothing more than teenagers.
"Kouga was the informer," She voiced, answering the question swirling in his eyes. "Kouga has been our informer for some time now – and after hearing that your late night outings were really just to look over some human girl, I became curious. I couldn't out right ask you, since I trust in you to tell me if something is wrong…"
"Yet you had someone spy on me," He clarified, his amber eyes shining intensely beneath the moonlight's gaze. "That doesn't seem like someone you'd trust."
"I…" Sighing, she took a step closer to him, her palms touching his face lightly. "I worry for you and your brother, Sesshomaru. No matter how strong you all are, the worry of a mother never diminishes."
Sesshomaru didn't say anything.
"After what happened between you and Eriko, you became wounded," She pressed a palm over his heart. "The ice was so thick – no one outside your family could get pass it to embrace the warmth you had to give so bountifully." Midnight clashed with troubled amber, trying to get him to see things in her point of view. "Yet for some reason, Rin came into your life and she had the pureness – the right essence to free your troubled heart and care for it like any chosen one would."
"Mother…"
"Sesshomaru," She cut him off, a tender smile tugging at her heartstrings. "The feeling you have for her clouds your senses. Kouga has been like your shadow for many nights while you were with Rin and not once had you notice him."
The truth forced him to close his eyes in shame. He couldn't deny it even if he wanted because as it stands, he truly hadn't notice Kouga at all whenever he was with Rin. Having his awareness dulled so much, all because of the strong-willed yet simple minded girl he'd come to care for deeply, caused him to fear what may have lied ahead for them in the future…
"Naraku knows your feelings for Rin."
"So that's the weapon he chooses to break me with?"
Izayoi nodded solemnly.
"I am still level-headed mother," He argued, ignoring the ache in his chest just as an image of Rin's terrified express flashed in front of him. "I can still beat him and get Rin back,"
"It's too dangerous – who knows what he has planned – or what he might be doing –…"
"Which is but a few reason to get her from him quickly!" He barked, making his mother jumped at the sudden outburst. "I can't just sit around, knowing that he has her – especially after hearing Kouga's frantic confession!"
Nothing that she say would deter his mind from saving his chosen one, and with such obvious notion in play, Izayoi knew there was no reason for her to waste her time and try get her son to go home and calm his mind.
"I won't let you go alone."
A slow smile crept along Sesshomaru's lips as the words sank in. Knowing that he would soon be reunited with Rin; would be able to hold her tightly against his form made him burst with unexplainable elation. A relaxed sigh escaped from between his lips, while his shoulders rolled backwards to release the tension that formed within them ever since Rin's abduction.
Izayoi placed her hands on her hips, watching patiently as her son's hair pulsed from silver to black, first slow, and then fast until his hair was as dark as midnight's sky. His eyes that were hidden beneath his lids shone a bright crimson.
"Are you ready to get your chosen one back?"
His only response was a soft grunt before a gust of wind whipped around the empty spot they were just standing moments ago.
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Pausing behind the large wooden door that reached the sealing, Miroku gripped both knobs of the door, exhaling loudly with a bowed head. The thick robe that shrouded him in darkness clung to him heavily and Miroku dabbed quickly at his sweaty brows just as the doors opened with a loud groan.
Gasping at the sudden intrusion just as three elders walked past him with their nose stuck in the air, Miroku mumbled a greeting with his head bowed low in respect.
They said nothing, not even sparing him a glance as they walked slowly down the hall, leaving him alone and facing the large and darkened spacious room. Unsettled spheres searched the vicinity for some sort of life, but he knew deep down such act was futile as he knew very well that his father would neither show his existence nor make any noise to indicate his presence, unless he wanted to.
"You are late."
Miroku jumped at the sudden chilling voice that echoed loudly around him. Retrieving his composure, he reached for his gold staff before bowing once more and then entering the room as he hurriedly walked along the long path towards the leader of the coven.
"My deepest apologies fath –…"
"I do not wish to be kept waiting any longer."
Miroku gulped and nodded profusely, dabbing at his forehead once again with the long sleeve of his robe. He knelt on one knee, an elbow resting on the other knee that was raised as he tilted his head downwards slightly. "The Higurashi's posses a dark secret that goes back centuries in time…" Miroku started, looking at the interest ebbed on his father's visage which gave him the enthusiasm to continue and please him.
Miroku repeated what Kagome had told him to his father, telling him about the vessel in the past and the ways in which the darkness within them is awaken. He revealed to his father that the vessel was brutally murdered, causing the darkness to hurt considerably – to hurt so much that her hatred his not diminished once bit. As he delved deeper into the past through words about how pointless the vessel's death was and how cruel their own people was, he kept a close eye on the emotions traveling briskly across the leader's face, intrigued as to why certain things didn't even faze him like it did when Kagome revealed them to him yet for some reason his usually composed father was different. When simple things that Kagome said out of vengeful rage was repeated, his father seemed rattled – yet the things exposed; heinous things that could disgust anyone seemed to have no effect on his father.
'He's devoid of expression so often that even when they are needed, some flew by him,' Miroku peeled his gaze from his father with a slight roll of his eyes as he continued to reveal his findings in a monotone voice.
"Is… Is that all?"
A thick brow arched high. Did his father just stutter?
"She gave me a message for you…"
The coven's leader glared hotly at his son, moving around the chair slowly to throw his weight on him. He exhaled loudly, his narrowed sphere drifting from his son to something far off in the distance. "That bitch…" He seethed under his breath, his fist clenching against the chair's arm. "What did she say?" He finally asked, though Miroku detected a hint of hesitancy in his voice.
"I don't understand it really but…" Miroku paused, remember the look in her eyes as she bid him farewell, before hearing a silken voice in his head. He would have thought he was going crazy, but the things of the world that he knew about – things that would shock any normal people was enough to secure him and his sanity.
"Spill it little one…"
"She…" Again he furrowed his brows – still trying to voice it properly.
Miroku's father expressed and exaggerated sigh, swiftly moving into a standing position and coming within reaching distance of his son. The agitation in his whole persona continued to perplex Miroku, a baffled looking filling his facial expression even as he was kicked harshly to the ground. "Speak up you twit!"
"She said her promise is not meant to be forgotten – and that she gives ten times as bad as she get!" Raising his voice was a foreign thing when in the presence of his leader, and Miroku cringed, with his eyes screwed shut in expectation for an unknown punishment. But when nothing happened after several seconds that stretched on like it was minutes, he dared a peak from where he lay on the ground.
The image before him rocked him to the core. Everything became foreign to him, and the person before him caused him to think too much. He could feel the impending headache just waiting to blow against him full force as he looked upon his frozen leader. The color from his skin seemed to have drained him to a pastel look, and his eyes were open to saucers. Gone was the confident and hateful linger in said orbs, and replaced with them was nothing but fear – fear that Miroku knew never had the opportunity of even sniffing his father.
His perplexity grew – and so did the tantalization of said headache.
"Father," Miroku cautiously called, his mind filled with confusion as to what Kagome meant, and why she wanted it directed personally towards his dad. "Why… What does she mean?"
His father cast him a dismissive look before turning his back on him. "Did she tell you anything else?" He whispered, forcing Miroku to strain his ears to hear him clearly.
"Negative…" He bit his lips, contemplating if he should pry his father for more answers, but the fear of his father's wrath upon him forced his query to remain silent. As Miroku silently look upon his father's troubled posture, he couldn't help but wish he knew more about this enigma before him. It was laughable to see that the aged man before him was indeed his father – his flesh and blood – a man he grew up under his care, yet he knew nothing personal about him. The man was as much as a stranger as anyone passing him in a park.
"That Erza…"
Miroku looked up suddenly at hearing that name, both brows knitted together before bowing low as he moved into a standing position. "…I never told you the name of the vessel…"
A gasped, followed by a couple steps backward, caused Miroku to regret his speculations when he looked upon the darkened emotions that bled from his father's spheres.
"This is when you choose to think?" His father narrowed angry orbs at him.
"My deepest ap –…"
"You have a new assignment my son," The elder spoke, breaking off a useless apology he'd rather not hear, looking as if twenty years had suddenly been bestowed on him. "You are to discard of Kagome Higurashi, before she completes her mating with that Inuyasha boy." His steely gaze held his son's petrified stare. "Kagome must not become one with her darkness nor should she complete her sinful acts with that vampire!"
Such a task… It was just inhumane! How could Miroku do such a thing to one of his closest friends? How could the coven – his father – thrust such a task to him; thrust a task such as murder in general? Miroku found it difficult to swallow as the words of Kagome's dark side drifted to his mind. The truth of what she spoke chilled his very bone…
"You cannot…"
"Sacrifices needs to be made in order for the better good!" His father shouted, the anger shaking his body openly. "I do not care what lies she spoke to you – her existence is only to destroy the world – and we as the coven cannot allow it!" He barked.
"Father…"
His father emitted something close to a growl, rushing towards his son and gripping him by the neck tightly with both hands. "What is your fucking purpose in life?"
Miroku tried to talk, but the hold on his neck tightened menacingly.
"Where does that fucking heart of yours lies?"
His eyes started to water as he fought for air that his lungs needed.
"Remember the answers to those questions," He warned, throwing him backwards forcefully, and Miroku instantly inhaled a huge gulp of air. "And your pathetic life will not cease to exist."
"I…I understand, sir."
"Now," His father breathed, pleased to have gained back the authority needed as he stood erect; his hands behind his back while he looked down at his son. "Dispose of Kagome Higurashi."
Miroku wet his parched lips, nursing his neck with soothing caresses as he gave a slight bow.
"Consider it done father."
"Good," The paled face leader smiled widely, relaxing a little. He jerked his head towards the exist, his smile creeping into a chilling grin. "Now, get the fuck out of my sight."
Miroku dared not opposing him, positive that a little choke would not suffice if he was to question his father any more. His thoughts drifted back to Kagome and what she had told him, wondering if even though she revealed so much to him – if she was actually still hiding something more…
Taking up his shaft, Miroku rushed out of the dark room, eager for the light to engulf him and find some way to the truth. As he walked idly down the long and lonely hall, he remembered the order his father bestowed upon him. It rattled his mind – forcing him to wonder if all he stood for was absolute.
He knew of the 'sacrifices' others in the coven had to do, but he was never once ordered to deal with one on his own. Such actions were for the older ones in the coven, certainly not for a mind as young as his. And with the target being Kagome, his dear friend as well as his girlfriend's best friend – he wondered if he could go through with it…
The hold on his staff was gripped tightly with anger.
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Takeshi found himself standing in front of the bar/club that was owned by his cousins, his usually bored look contorting into that of hatred. He walked slowly towards the entrance, passing the long line that was filled with both humans and vampires alike.
"Get in line!"
"Learn some manners asshole!"
The angry shouts increased, growing with profanities by the second but Takeshi ignored them, walking straight towards the door with determination.
"You heard them punk," A tall thick bouncer spoke, stopping Takeshi with a black baton to his chest. The bouncer narrowed his deep green eyes when Takeshi just stared at him as if he was retarded.
"Let me pass," Was Takeshi's simple request, his long hair blowing soundlessly in the chilly air. "I have matters to attend to." His senses were still not picking up his little sister, but he was no fool as to where she was, nor could he help but smell Rin – a smell he couldn't miss even if he wished it.
The bouncer didn't budged, his gaze glued to Takeshi with abhorrence. These were the kind of hot shots he hated coming in contact with. They always felt like they could get what they wanted, when they wanted without so much as lifting a finger. His gaze travelled down to Takeshi's form, noticing that the long jacket he donned started to lap widely around him; something that should not have happened seeing that the wind wasn't even strong enough to cause an eerie whisper.
"I'd hate to repeat myself." Takeshi turned his gaze towards the bouncer, revealing for the first time his silver eyes that glinted with such hatred and mirth, that the bouncer himself felt like a mouse trapped in a lion's den.
"Uh…"
Before the bouncer could say anything, Takeshi watched the baton that was pressed against him, and then looked at the bouncer once more who took the hint and removed it from him. His eyes flickered back to amber with a smug look before continuing towards the door. Takeshi let his jacket flap around him with each hurried step further into the club, pushing his way through persons without much thought or care into his actions. His naturally hard gaze pierced through anyone who tried to argue from his actions, and thanking the look that was simply his stare silently, he awarded himself the tiniest of a smile.
Even so, the majority seemed to ignore him as they were too caught up in the music and their sinful indulgence. Humans – men and women alike were glued to vampires of their liking, grinding against them or even going as far as to fuck right there in the open. No one even spared him a glance in question as he made his way to the back of the room, coming to a halt at the very back before slamming a stiff fist against the wall, just before the female's bathroom.
Amber eyes filled with hatred and determination watched as the wall crumbled, revealing a secret entrance that he knew would lead him to his desired destination.
He paused for a moment, praising Naraku for choosing such a hideout. Who would have thought that anyone would be so foolish yet so smart to build a secret hideout right below the infamous club Nocturnal Climax that was co-owned by both aristocratic brothers?
"Your brazenness will soon be proof of your downfall," He whispered, taking the unwelcoming steps that lead downwards to engulf him in the thickness of the dark.
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Chapter 26 is more than half way through, but I won't promise anything since college is starting back up at the end of this month and I got a lot of shit to do (cough) and the rush is gonna be ridic ((sigh)) I hate school.