Hey guys! I know ya'll have been waiting for this chapter, so I finally
wrote it up to post it. Yet again it was really really late when I wrote
this, so sorry if there are a billion typos. ^___^
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Alright, I have to get something off my chest..I DON'T OWN INUYASHA! If I did, Jaken would be a hampster. Damn the hampsters.
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Chapter 6:
Lethal Discovery ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'Must Escape.'.
She was running in darkness, her footsteps echoing wildly on something like marble until hitting soft carpet. Her feet almost flew out from under her at the dramatic change in texture, but she couldn't stop, she had to keep moving.
There was a light - a door of some sort, maybe she could make it.
"There's no escape, you know." A smooth masculine voice flowed out of the shadows behind her.
Fear erupted into her heart at those few words. She didn't know why, but something about that voice frightened her to no end. It was acid, threatening to bury her alive.
"You are getting to be too important in this game, we have to end it now."
'Can't stop..'
So close..There were only a few feet between herself and that light. She was going to make it!
A flash of silver lashed out behind her, slicing the delicate fabric of the shirt covering her back.
She cried out, stumbling and falling into the soft carpet.
"I always get my way. You should know that." The voice called out teasingly.
A sharp pain exploded in her back as the knife pierced delicate flesh, digging deeper into the muscle. Blood ran down the sides of her clothing and onto her hands, the thick fluid shimmering in the dull light of the door.
"Who are you?" She screamed blindly.
Two powerful hands shot out, one ripping the blade from her back, the other gripping her arm with ungodly force.
'I'm going to die..' She whispered to herself slowly, realization falling down onto her. It was like Newton's law..what comes up..must come down..She knew too much, her knowledge had grown too much, and now it would all come crashing down like a ton of bricks. This was really the end..after everything, it was finally over.
The hand crushing her arm with brute strength pulled sharply, flipping her onto her backside as she let out a petrified shriek.
She looked up quickly, trying to get even a glimpse of the man, but the shadows were cast over his eyes. If only she could get a peek of that man's face. She was getting dizzy, the pain threatening to overwhelm her. She had to fight it..she couldn't give up now..Clinching her teeth, she mentally willed the pain to go away.
A droplet of blood caught her attention as it slid down the metallic surface of the knife and onto the ground with a small drip. That noise was sickening, and it made her blood freeze over like ice.
"My move has been made, it's your turn now." The voice echoed slightly; those haunting words etching into her brain.
She was too scared to move, to scared to even think as the blade flashed wickedly in the light before lashing directly towards her neck.
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"NO!!" Kagome flailed out at the object that held her captive, thrashing about until she fell off the bed with a thump. A second object followed directly behind her, the weight crushing her to the floor.
Her eyes snapped open at the noise, and she continued kicking at the force madly with both of her legs. He wasn't going to get her! She wouldn't let him!
A cold sweat had broken out on her pale skin while she slept, a single bead rolling down her cheek to splash onto the carpet. The sound knocked her back into her senses. She was alive..
Taking a few calming breaths she lowered her legs back to the ground with pure effort. The fear that had seeped into her heart still hadn't dissipated, and the sound of the pounding organ dominated her hearing. It was so real..
She leaned her head back, allowing her vision to clear slowly. She was in a bedroom. There was no black corridor, no blade, and she was safe.
'It was only a dream,' She gazed down at the material that was surrounding her. A small white sheet was connecting her to the other object that had fallen off of the mattress with her. There was a lump was strewn out just in front of her feet, reminding her of the late night ghost programs of hauntings that used to come on television.
She attempted to unlatch the sheets from her damp skin, only succeeding in smacking something with her foot - hard.
"Ow! Damnit!"
'Oh no..Inuyasha..' Her memory slowly flooded back to her of the previous night, and she let out a groan of protest. 'He's going to kill me..'
She slowly unraveled herself from the tangle of fabric, shimmying out onto the carpet. 'Maybe if I run home now, no one will notice.' Yeah..like that was going to happen.
She was halfway out of the clump of sheet when a rather grouchy hanyou sleepily sat up, putting a clawed hand to his head. She sat completely still, acting like any minute he would pounce. With any luck he would be too involved in his headache to notice her.
"Kikyo?..What the fuck are you doing here?" Inuyasha ground out hoarsely, pushing himself out of the blankets to tower above her.
Realization slowly dawned as she processed the information. He thought she was Kikyo..maybe there was some way out of this mess.
She was about to reply when something registered within the depths of his amber eyes, hitching the breath in her throat. 'Oh no..'
"KAGOME?!" He snarled, scuttling back across the floor like she was the devil.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!" He bellowed, accidentally cracking his head against the wall behind him. Kagome cringed as he let out a few colorful curses, cradling his abused skull in two hands.
"Calm down." She sighed, untangling herself from the mess of sheets and standing up. "You were drunk, I gave you a ride home. Nothing happened."
"So why in the hell are you still here?" He snapped impatiently.
She had the decency to give the asshole a ride home, and even tried to help him get up to his room so he wouldn't wake up in the middle of the hallway or god knows where with a nasty surprise, and this was the thanks she got.
"I must have passed out..I was really tired you know." She ground out, clenching her teeth to keep from royally chewing the bastard out. She had half a mind to just say 'I couldn't due to the fact you were too busy clinging onto me for dear life.'
"Well then get out. Now."
"I planned on it, asshole. You could at least thank me." She snapped at him, half yelling.
"Feh!" He groped around for the edge of the nightstand beside him, dragging himself off the floor slowly. If he looked a mess last night, he looked ten times worse now. His hair was bunched up on one side and stuck up into the air, and Kagome could swear he looked almost green.
"Whatever." She turned to leave before casting a sideways glance at him. He looked absolutely pitiful.He probably couldn't even take care of himself. She breathed in slowly, letting out a long a collected sigh. This jerk had better be thanking her come Monday.
"Look." She calmly walked over to him, although the glare he was giving her made her want to bolt and slam the door in his face. He looked absolutely repulsed, and she hated to admit it..but it bruised her ego pretty badly. She wasn't some pallbearer taking him to his grave or anything.
"Come here. I don't bite. Hard." She was the epitome of seriousness as she reached out a hand to take his arm. He recoiled slightly, acting like her touch was fire. "Hold still." The demanding tone in her voice made him stop and size her up with an indignant expression plastered on his face.
"Lie down. You need sleep or your hangover will just get worse." She gently grasped his arm, pulling him towards the bed. Well, if she could fish keys out of his pants with one hand, she could sure as hell pull him towards the bed.
For a few moments it looked as though he wasn't going to budge, just stand there looking like an idiot, but he eventually caved in, following reproachfully.
She watched him critically for a few moments as he plopped back down onto the soft mattress with a 'feh', grumbling obscenities at random objects.
"Where is your aspirin?..For that matter where is your kitchen?" She crossed her arms, shooting a mirrored look at him. Two could play at this game.
"I can take care of myself." He mumbled quietly.
"Look, as much as this hurts your ego, it crumbles mine too..You are going to fall down the stairs if you get up like that. And as much as the thought of you falling down the stairs amuses me, I would hate for the cops to call and accuse me of murder." She sighed, her expression softening considerably. "So just please tell me."
"Downstairs.Look to the left.." Inuyasha grumbled, rolling over and shoving his face into the fluffy pillows at the top of his bed. His ears twitched backwards, making it painfully aware that he was listening to her every move.
"Dad is going to murder me..slowly..and painfully.." She sighed to herself, walking down the stairs with as little noise as possible, which was still quite a lot. The boards squeaked every time her weight pressed down on them, making a very annoying high-pitched sound.
The sunlight filtered in through the crescent shaped window above the front door, giving her a solid reminder that she still had to pick up her backpack from the school. It wasn't that important, but she'd feel a lot better if it was in her possession.
She shook her head slightly, humming to herself as she took a left down the hallway, her gaze landing on another swinging door. Oh great..these things were everywhere. She eyed it like it would stab her for a few minutes before pushing it open softly, jumping out of the way as it grazed the sweater layered across her back.
"Hah! Take that!" She stuck her tongue out at the wooden nuisance, walking to a random cabinet and pulling the handle.
"May I help you?" A gentle male voice flowed from behind her, and she slowly turned around, already aware of whom it might be.
The young man she had guessed was Inuyasha's elder brother was sitting at the table, a stoic expression plastered across his face as he eyed her warily. She didn't blame him, if a stranger showed up in her house without her knowing it she'd be a little suspicious too.
Now that she got a better look, the two brothers didn't really look alike. They had the same hair, but that was about it. The elder looked more calm and refined, his white hair gently flowing over a flawless face. He was gorgeous, and Inuyasha..Well, he was just an ass, period.
"I'm sorry. I'm Kagome Higurashi, your next-door neighbor. Inuyasha needs some aspirin for his headache, and- "
"The cabinet to your left." He interrupted her, obviously peeved at being distracted from what he had been doing earlier. Maybe they weren't so different, after all..
There were a bunch of papers strewn across the desk that he was busily scanning. They looked like legal documents of some kind; quite possibly a drug contract. Her gaze lingered on the files for a few moments before she tore it away to continue her search for aspirin.
Slowly opening the cabinet on her left, she took out the bottle of aspirin, popping open the child-safety lid and pouring two of the cylindrical objects into her hand. They were bright white, and judging by the way they looked, they would probably taste ten times worse.
"Where are the glasses?" She turned around to face Sesshoumaru, aware that he was probably still indulged in his oh-so-interesting files.
"Two cabinets to your right." He replied, not even turning his gaze away from the paperwork. The brothers had something else in common - short attention spans.
"Thank you." She opened the second cabinet, taking out a glass and setting it onto the counter. Walking over to the seemingly new refrigerator, she grasped the handle, tugging it open and taking out the jug of half-empty milk. The refrigerator was almost completely empty. There were a few take- outs scattered across the back shelf, but she imagined they were probably sprouting a new species of bacteria by now.
'God knows how long this has been in here.' She took off the top of the milk uncertainly, filling up the glass halfway. No chunks..definitely a good sign. Inuyasha's stomach probably couldn't hold much, and if he drank a lot then most of it would be coming up. She shoved the milk back onto a random shelf in the refrigerator, pacing across the kitchen and pushing the swinging door open with the edge of her toe..She got one last glance at the elder brother before the wood cut her vision out. It was a pity she couldn't see what he had been looking at..
She chewed on her lip gingerly for a moment before ascending the stairs, her thoughts directed back to the nightmare. 'That dream..something wasn't right..I know I have seen that before..' She had been afraid. No, that was an understatement; She had been petrified, and all because of a measly voice. Shrugging the thought off she walked back into the hanyou's room, shutting the door loudly behind her. Payback was so sweet.
Inuyasha had remained rolled over with his face pushed up against the pillow, and she would have guessed he was asleep except for the fact his ears kept twitching back and forth.
He rolled over as the shuffling sound of her footsteps made their way into his ears, giving her a rather painful expression. Out of the two days she had known him, she had already figured out he was going to put up a fight. He seemed like the type of person that would rather eat dirt than accept food from someone else. But then again, she had only known him for two days. He seemed peaceful enough..Well, besides the fact that he was glaring daggers at her. Once again that rolled up newspaper idea was sounding better and better.
"Here, take these. It'll help with the headache, and the rest you'll just have to sleep off." She waited for him to lift up an arm, or even give her any sort of recognition at all. He merely glared at her for all he was worth, crossing his arms over his chest. He had to make everything complicated.
"Fine." She placed the milk and pills on a small cup holder on his nightstand, pushing it closer so that it was in reach. She flashed him a brilliant smile before turning on her heels and was gone. Knowing him he would be up for two hours trying to figure out if she had poisoned the milk or not.
She didn't even bother staying for any sort of verbal response before she was out of the building and across the yard to her own house. Not that he would have said thank you even if she had stayed, and that would probably never change.
"Dad! I'm home!" She yawned loudly, waiting for her father to respond. It looked like no one was home, or they were playing a very good game of hide and seek. She was leaning towards the former. "Dad?" She pushed the swinging door halfway open, peering around at the seemingly empty kitchen. There was no father, no brother, not even a note.
The coffee in the pot was stark cold, and it looked like it had been there a while. 'Maybe the chief call him in for an overnighter?' She hoped that was the case. It would spare her a lot of pain and humiliation later down the road, because if he figured out where she had been last night..Lets just say his mind would probably jump the gun, assuming all sorts of things.
Her keys jingled in her pocket as she made a move to sit down at one of the kitchen tables, reminding her of the errand she should have run hours ago. She sighed, crossing her arms over the table and squashing her forehead against the sleeve of her sweater.
"I might as well get it over with." She grumbled into the table. Her stomach growled loudly as she made an attempt to get up, making it painfully aware that the last time she had had anything to eat was yesterday's lunch. She cast a longing look at her refrigerator, then back to the door.
"I'll just cook something when I get back." She pushed the swinging door open, and a loud 'shit!' was heard as the wood cracked against something hard. The score was Kagome: one, Swinging door: two.
"Whoever invented that thing should be shot." She growled, pulling open the dew -covered door of her truck and sliding into the leather driver's seat, jamming the keys into the ignition. The loud rumble of her engine once again reverberated around her as the engine began the warming up process.
Mr. Greensby didn't mention the time that the Saturday school began, but she assumed it would be pretty early, considering the fact that it was supposed to be early morning torture. Due to the fire alarm being tripped, the school might not even be unlocked, which would give her exactly zero chance to retrieve the lost bag until Monday. By then it would probably be gone.
She punched the knob of her stereo, turning up the volume so that the noise cast away all other stray thoughts. The nightmare kept coming back to her; the words that the man had said burning a trail through her mind. She couldn't shake off the bad feeling she had been having lately, it was like eternal rain pouring down inside her head.
The engine roar died to a low murmur, and she switched the gears, heading off down the street and onto the familiar route towards the school.
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Kagome pulled into the large parking about thirty minutes later, looking around for the nearest parking space she could. There were a few cars scattered here and there, probably the janitors or some teachers doing weekend work to plan future lessons.
She pulled in beside a blue convertible, an odd sense of déjà vu striking her heart. She had seen that car before. As a matter of fact, she could have sworn that same vehicle was in that same spot the day before yesterday. She mentally shrugged off the thought. The late nights she had been keeping lately were probably fooling around with her head.
She hopped out of her truck, shoving the keys into her pocket before pressing the auto-lock button and sliding out of the seat and onto the semi- dry pavement.
Her shoes scraped against the concrete idly as she walked passed the 'Welcome to Feudal High' board, the sound reverberating around the empty concrete area below the steps.
The school itself looked forlorn and forgotten, the doors peering out like eyes, sad and alone. It was giving her the creeps. A sense of foreboding had drifted into her heart a while ago, and she desperately tried to push it down.
A movement in one of the windows farther up caught her attention, and her eyes snapped up to the object, but it was gone before her mind could process what it was.
It looked like a woman.
Something brushed past her neck, and she flipped around. There was nothing there, just the lone parking lot and the headlights of her truck staring soundlessly back out her.
"It's nothing, Kag..It's just your imagination." Her hands were trembling so hard she could barely hold her truck keys, so she stuffed them into her pocket. It had felt like there was a hand brushing against her neck, but there was nothing, just air.
"It was probably the wind." She turned back around to the structure, building up her courage enough to climb steps and stop in front of the glass doors.
There were no lights on from what she could see, so that meant no janitors or no teachers. She pulled each of the four doors experimentally, each one slamming back but not opening. All of them were locked.
She sighed, tapping her cheek pensively for a few moments before a thought skimmed into the edge of her imagination.
"The emergency exit!" She hopped down the steps, turning onto the concrete sidewalk and jogging past the side of the building.
The dew-covered metal staircase winked back at her from the side of the building, and she trudged past the railing and onto the stairs, wondering how on earth all of the kids that had been cramming past the door managed to get out without breaking the structure.
There were no lights on as she reached the door, and she tentatively grasped the handle. Hopefully somebody had forgot to check and see if it was closed.
She pulled solemnly, a look of dread plastered on her face as the door slammed back against its frame. It was locked.
"Do you HAVE to make my life hell all seven days?" She pointed an accusing finger at the skies, half thinking that some all-powerful god or goddess was going to descend the clouds and start scolding her for blaming them.
A loud pop resonated from the door, startling her.
"Huh?" She eyed the door suspiciously, and her hands were shaking again as she reached to pull the metal handle, the door swinging open slowly as the darkness inside met daylight. She could have sworn the door was locked a few minutes ago..It wasn't possible that it could unlock itself. 'Maybe it was just jammed?' She hoped that was the case. The thought of ghosts and ghouls wasn't exactly comforting at that point in time.
She reached a hand inside, groping around for the light switch she had seen the day before yesterday as she and the five other billion students pushed out of the door, and her hand caught on the surface of the switch, pulling it up as fluorescent the florescent lights snapped on.
She took a step inside, gently wedging the door closed behind her. If something happened she would be ready to bolt. Her brain was screaming at her to turn around, but she pushed it away. There was no way she was going to gain entrance to the school and then just leave.
She looked around at the cameras stationed in the ceiling, the beeping lights shining down on her.
'Why wasn't the alarm tripped?' Usually in big schools they had a very strict alarm protocol. As soon as any door or window was open, an alarm would silently be flipped into the police station. She cringed at the possibility of a parade of officers driving madly down the street to catch the big crook that just turned out to be a seventeen year old student trying to get her bag back. It would make them all look like total and complete idiots.
She started humming halfway down the hallways. The silence was starting to get on her nerves. Her footsteps echoed against the marble, the sound ringing into her ears as a flash of her dream jumped before her eyes.
She hummed louder, drowning out the noise. It was just a nightmare, people got them all the time; it was no big deal.
The door of Mr. Greensby's class loomed into view, and she subconsciously sped up at the welcoming sight. The sooner she got her bag, the sooner she could go flying out of there like a bat out of hell. The lack of sound and shadows was making her extremely uneasy, and any type of noise at all would be welcomed in her ears.
She pulled the knob thoughtfully, pushing it open with a vengeance. The light switch was promptly switched on after that, and she scanned the desk for her bag.
"Yesss!" It was still lying propped up against the oak desk, and she reached for it coolly, her fingertips stopping inches away from grabbing it.
There was someone behind her.
She could swear she heard ragged breathing. Her pulse quickened as she fought down panic urgently. There really had been someone else in the school.
She stiffened, retracting her hand back to her side as she spoke. "I know you are there." She had tried to make that statement sound brave and courageous, but the slight squeak in her voice gave it all away.
There was no answer, just silence as the breath continued.
She summoned all of her mental strength, flipping around just as a warm pulse of air ripped through the classroom.
There was no one there, just silence and emptiness. Her heartbeat was pounding in her chest as she looked wildly around the deserted room. She could have sworn something was breathing. She stepped forward, shock overriding her senses.
She couldn't hear. She took another timid step, expecting to hear the soft scrape of her tennis shoe across the carpet, but there was nothing.
'Kagome' Another pulse echoed in the air, sending ripples of invisible gravity across her body. It felt like she was wading in syrup, slowly drowning.
"W-What do you want?" She shivered violently, reaching behind her to find any object to protect herself. Her hand rested on a pencil, and she pulled it up in front of her like a sword.
'Must run..Help.' The strange voice echoed through her mind, causing her to drop the pencil to the carpet.
She had to leave. Now.
She scooped the backpack up from behind her, bolting through the door.
'Stop. Help me.' The voice grew in volume. It was like someone was leaning over her back and whispering directly into her ear. She could almost feel the warm puff of breath against her cheek.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Kagome slowed at the sound of liquid falling onto a surface, coming to a dead stop in a matter of moments. Something was pulling her towards the side, and she craned her neck to see what it was she was supposed to look at.
She had stopped directly in front of the Girls bathroom.
A shiver once again wracked her body, fear completely overwhelming all of her other senses. She was beyond afraid now, she was petrified, scared of what she might find.
She turned slowly, flicking on the light as the fluorescent bulbs grew in intensity.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
A pool of bright red liquid was pooled directly in front of the couch, only being disturbed by drops falling from above.
She glanced at the wall hesitantly, sliding her view up inch by inch, piece by piece until finally resting on the ceiling above pool.
Blood trailed down the plastic supports of the tiles, falling droplet by droplet onto the marble floor.
She sucked in a breath, closing her eyes and willing it all to go away. Maybe it was just another nightmare and she would wake up any minute in her own bed, happy. No visions, no blood, no murder.
The puddle was still there as she gazed back down into its rippling surface. It was real.
She looked back up to the ceiling. She had to find out what it was. If she ignored them, eventually the visions would get so bad, she wouldn't be able to tell the difference between reality and a dream.
She stepped onto the armrest of the couch, leaning her hand up until it her palm was flat against the tile. She sucked up a breath, closing her eyes and pulling the flat wooden object. The board squeaked in protest before falling down to the ground with a thud.
Something like hair brushed against her face, and she opened her eyes slowly. Two white pupils stared back at her.
She screamed, falling back off the couch and scuttling backwards and into the wall.
She pressed herself up against the frame, drawing her bag to her chest protectively as her heart pounded in her ears.
There was a woman staring back at her beneath the petrified look of horror etched into her face. Half of the woman's upper body was hanging from the ceiling, blood running down the hole and dripping onto the floor in more than one spot.
There was a body..dear gods, there was a body..She started to hyperventilate, her breath hitching in her throat as the woman's eyes bore a hole into her.
Her eyes darted from the woman's face to her neck, where a long gash was dug into her flesh, pooling blood onto the couch and floor with a sickening sound
"NO!" Kagome shot through the bathroom door, flying through the hallways and out of the emergency exit, the door smacking the wall behind her and almost making her trip down the stairs in an effort to get out of there. There was blood splashed across her shirt in various places, as well as where some had gotten onto her hand, and she desperately tried to wipe it off and still run at the same time.
Sirens blared out at her as she approached the parking lot. Police. They had come to the alarm being tripped, afterall.
There were a total of five cars, all flashing blue and red lights against the stone pillars at the front of the school.
"Help!" Her voice was hoarse as her adrenaline pushed her forward. The cops stared at her a few moments before their gazes spotted the blood strewn across her sweater. Two of the ten men unbuckled their guns from the pouch across their waists as she ran up the first car, slamming her hands down onto the aluminum surface.
"Help.There's..a body..help." She gritted out, tears starting to form at the corner of her eyes at the enormity of the situation.
"What are you talking about young lady? Slow down." One of the men inquired gruffly.
She was starting to get dizzy, the pain of the vision seeping into her skin.
"There's a body in the girls bathroom by the emergency exit." She ground out, a tear rolling down her cheek and sparkling before falling to the ground. There was a dead woman in a bathroom, and all the idiots were going to due was give her twenty questions.
"THERE'S A DEAD WOMAN!" She shrieked, banging her fists down into the hood of the car to emphasize her point.
The information was finally taken as the men sized the situation up quickly, and soon the radios were buzzing as the officers declared her find, requesting back up.
Five of the ten men hurried off into the bushes beside school, ravaging their way to the emergency exit.
Kagome drowned it all out, though. The pieces of the puzzle finally clicked in her head. Somebody had known she was about to stumble upon a very important clue, and had wanted her out of the school. 'So that's was the reason for the fire alarm'.
She stood their, her fists still implanted in the same spot as an ambulance came crashing down the street followed by five more police cars.
"Mrs. Ellen Shanlie, Principal of Feudal High, has been identified and found."
That was the last thing she heard above all of the sirens, and the crackling of radios as blackness swept up to take her.
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Whoa. o.O.For those of you who guessed that Mrs. Shanlie had been killed, and that was who Kagome saw, KUDOS! Great job, guys! Okay, any silver flashing from now on in the story represents a knife, okie? Okie.
Alrighty, ya know how things have to get worse before they get better? Well, things will get better from now on. I had to get the fact that Mrs. Shanlie was killed and Kagome found her and that someone had flipped the fire alarm to keep her from finding out about the body. o_o Plote development, guys. ^_^;;
Oh, and make sure you check out my fanart. O.o.The address is at the top.
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Thanks for all the reviews you guys!!!!!! I'm really glad ya'll like the story so far. Oh, for those of you who are guessing who got killed, you'll find out in this chapter. ^.^..If you were right you get a cookie!! *cheeky grin*
Alright, I have to get something off my chest..I DON'T OWN INUYASHA! If I did, Jaken would be a hampster. Damn the hampsters.
Oh! I finally got around to CGing my fanart of Kagome from the story. If you don't have the address from the last chapter, here it is:
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I hope you guys like it..the damn thing took me long enough to do.*walks away grumbling*.
[Update!] ARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHH!! Ff.net keeps screwing up my files, guys..sorry. ...Hopefully the problem will be fixed soon.. Note: Hopefully
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Chapter 6:
Lethal Discovery ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'Must Escape.'.
She was running in darkness, her footsteps echoing wildly on something like marble until hitting soft carpet. Her feet almost flew out from under her at the dramatic change in texture, but she couldn't stop, she had to keep moving.
There was a light - a door of some sort, maybe she could make it.
"There's no escape, you know." A smooth masculine voice flowed out of the shadows behind her.
Fear erupted into her heart at those few words. She didn't know why, but something about that voice frightened her to no end. It was acid, threatening to bury her alive.
"You are getting to be too important in this game, we have to end it now."
'Can't stop..'
So close..There were only a few feet between herself and that light. She was going to make it!
A flash of silver lashed out behind her, slicing the delicate fabric of the shirt covering her back.
She cried out, stumbling and falling into the soft carpet.
"I always get my way. You should know that." The voice called out teasingly.
A sharp pain exploded in her back as the knife pierced delicate flesh, digging deeper into the muscle. Blood ran down the sides of her clothing and onto her hands, the thick fluid shimmering in the dull light of the door.
"Who are you?" She screamed blindly.
Two powerful hands shot out, one ripping the blade from her back, the other gripping her arm with ungodly force.
'I'm going to die..' She whispered to herself slowly, realization falling down onto her. It was like Newton's law..what comes up..must come down..She knew too much, her knowledge had grown too much, and now it would all come crashing down like a ton of bricks. This was really the end..after everything, it was finally over.
The hand crushing her arm with brute strength pulled sharply, flipping her onto her backside as she let out a petrified shriek.
She looked up quickly, trying to get even a glimpse of the man, but the shadows were cast over his eyes. If only she could get a peek of that man's face. She was getting dizzy, the pain threatening to overwhelm her. She had to fight it..she couldn't give up now..Clinching her teeth, she mentally willed the pain to go away.
A droplet of blood caught her attention as it slid down the metallic surface of the knife and onto the ground with a small drip. That noise was sickening, and it made her blood freeze over like ice.
"My move has been made, it's your turn now." The voice echoed slightly; those haunting words etching into her brain.
She was too scared to move, to scared to even think as the blade flashed wickedly in the light before lashing directly towards her neck.
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"NO!!" Kagome flailed out at the object that held her captive, thrashing about until she fell off the bed with a thump. A second object followed directly behind her, the weight crushing her to the floor.
Her eyes snapped open at the noise, and she continued kicking at the force madly with both of her legs. He wasn't going to get her! She wouldn't let him!
A cold sweat had broken out on her pale skin while she slept, a single bead rolling down her cheek to splash onto the carpet. The sound knocked her back into her senses. She was alive..
Taking a few calming breaths she lowered her legs back to the ground with pure effort. The fear that had seeped into her heart still hadn't dissipated, and the sound of the pounding organ dominated her hearing. It was so real..
She leaned her head back, allowing her vision to clear slowly. She was in a bedroom. There was no black corridor, no blade, and she was safe.
'It was only a dream,' She gazed down at the material that was surrounding her. A small white sheet was connecting her to the other object that had fallen off of the mattress with her. There was a lump was strewn out just in front of her feet, reminding her of the late night ghost programs of hauntings that used to come on television.
She attempted to unlatch the sheets from her damp skin, only succeeding in smacking something with her foot - hard.
"Ow! Damnit!"
'Oh no..Inuyasha..' Her memory slowly flooded back to her of the previous night, and she let out a groan of protest. 'He's going to kill me..'
She slowly unraveled herself from the tangle of fabric, shimmying out onto the carpet. 'Maybe if I run home now, no one will notice.' Yeah..like that was going to happen.
She was halfway out of the clump of sheet when a rather grouchy hanyou sleepily sat up, putting a clawed hand to his head. She sat completely still, acting like any minute he would pounce. With any luck he would be too involved in his headache to notice her.
"Kikyo?..What the fuck are you doing here?" Inuyasha ground out hoarsely, pushing himself out of the blankets to tower above her.
Realization slowly dawned as she processed the information. He thought she was Kikyo..maybe there was some way out of this mess.
She was about to reply when something registered within the depths of his amber eyes, hitching the breath in her throat. 'Oh no..'
"KAGOME?!" He snarled, scuttling back across the floor like she was the devil.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!" He bellowed, accidentally cracking his head against the wall behind him. Kagome cringed as he let out a few colorful curses, cradling his abused skull in two hands.
"Calm down." She sighed, untangling herself from the mess of sheets and standing up. "You were drunk, I gave you a ride home. Nothing happened."
"So why in the hell are you still here?" He snapped impatiently.
She had the decency to give the asshole a ride home, and even tried to help him get up to his room so he wouldn't wake up in the middle of the hallway or god knows where with a nasty surprise, and this was the thanks she got.
"I must have passed out..I was really tired you know." She ground out, clenching her teeth to keep from royally chewing the bastard out. She had half a mind to just say 'I couldn't due to the fact you were too busy clinging onto me for dear life.'
"Well then get out. Now."
"I planned on it, asshole. You could at least thank me." She snapped at him, half yelling.
"Feh!" He groped around for the edge of the nightstand beside him, dragging himself off the floor slowly. If he looked a mess last night, he looked ten times worse now. His hair was bunched up on one side and stuck up into the air, and Kagome could swear he looked almost green.
"Whatever." She turned to leave before casting a sideways glance at him. He looked absolutely pitiful.He probably couldn't even take care of himself. She breathed in slowly, letting out a long a collected sigh. This jerk had better be thanking her come Monday.
"Look." She calmly walked over to him, although the glare he was giving her made her want to bolt and slam the door in his face. He looked absolutely repulsed, and she hated to admit it..but it bruised her ego pretty badly. She wasn't some pallbearer taking him to his grave or anything.
"Come here. I don't bite. Hard." She was the epitome of seriousness as she reached out a hand to take his arm. He recoiled slightly, acting like her touch was fire. "Hold still." The demanding tone in her voice made him stop and size her up with an indignant expression plastered on his face.
"Lie down. You need sleep or your hangover will just get worse." She gently grasped his arm, pulling him towards the bed. Well, if she could fish keys out of his pants with one hand, she could sure as hell pull him towards the bed.
For a few moments it looked as though he wasn't going to budge, just stand there looking like an idiot, but he eventually caved in, following reproachfully.
She watched him critically for a few moments as he plopped back down onto the soft mattress with a 'feh', grumbling obscenities at random objects.
"Where is your aspirin?..For that matter where is your kitchen?" She crossed her arms, shooting a mirrored look at him. Two could play at this game.
"I can take care of myself." He mumbled quietly.
"Look, as much as this hurts your ego, it crumbles mine too..You are going to fall down the stairs if you get up like that. And as much as the thought of you falling down the stairs amuses me, I would hate for the cops to call and accuse me of murder." She sighed, her expression softening considerably. "So just please tell me."
"Downstairs.Look to the left.." Inuyasha grumbled, rolling over and shoving his face into the fluffy pillows at the top of his bed. His ears twitched backwards, making it painfully aware that he was listening to her every move.
"Dad is going to murder me..slowly..and painfully.." She sighed to herself, walking down the stairs with as little noise as possible, which was still quite a lot. The boards squeaked every time her weight pressed down on them, making a very annoying high-pitched sound.
The sunlight filtered in through the crescent shaped window above the front door, giving her a solid reminder that she still had to pick up her backpack from the school. It wasn't that important, but she'd feel a lot better if it was in her possession.
She shook her head slightly, humming to herself as she took a left down the hallway, her gaze landing on another swinging door. Oh great..these things were everywhere. She eyed it like it would stab her for a few minutes before pushing it open softly, jumping out of the way as it grazed the sweater layered across her back.
"Hah! Take that!" She stuck her tongue out at the wooden nuisance, walking to a random cabinet and pulling the handle.
"May I help you?" A gentle male voice flowed from behind her, and she slowly turned around, already aware of whom it might be.
The young man she had guessed was Inuyasha's elder brother was sitting at the table, a stoic expression plastered across his face as he eyed her warily. She didn't blame him, if a stranger showed up in her house without her knowing it she'd be a little suspicious too.
Now that she got a better look, the two brothers didn't really look alike. They had the same hair, but that was about it. The elder looked more calm and refined, his white hair gently flowing over a flawless face. He was gorgeous, and Inuyasha..Well, he was just an ass, period.
"I'm sorry. I'm Kagome Higurashi, your next-door neighbor. Inuyasha needs some aspirin for his headache, and- "
"The cabinet to your left." He interrupted her, obviously peeved at being distracted from what he had been doing earlier. Maybe they weren't so different, after all..
There were a bunch of papers strewn across the desk that he was busily scanning. They looked like legal documents of some kind; quite possibly a drug contract. Her gaze lingered on the files for a few moments before she tore it away to continue her search for aspirin.
Slowly opening the cabinet on her left, she took out the bottle of aspirin, popping open the child-safety lid and pouring two of the cylindrical objects into her hand. They were bright white, and judging by the way they looked, they would probably taste ten times worse.
"Where are the glasses?" She turned around to face Sesshoumaru, aware that he was probably still indulged in his oh-so-interesting files.
"Two cabinets to your right." He replied, not even turning his gaze away from the paperwork. The brothers had something else in common - short attention spans.
"Thank you." She opened the second cabinet, taking out a glass and setting it onto the counter. Walking over to the seemingly new refrigerator, she grasped the handle, tugging it open and taking out the jug of half-empty milk. The refrigerator was almost completely empty. There were a few take- outs scattered across the back shelf, but she imagined they were probably sprouting a new species of bacteria by now.
'God knows how long this has been in here.' She took off the top of the milk uncertainly, filling up the glass halfway. No chunks..definitely a good sign. Inuyasha's stomach probably couldn't hold much, and if he drank a lot then most of it would be coming up. She shoved the milk back onto a random shelf in the refrigerator, pacing across the kitchen and pushing the swinging door open with the edge of her toe..She got one last glance at the elder brother before the wood cut her vision out. It was a pity she couldn't see what he had been looking at..
She chewed on her lip gingerly for a moment before ascending the stairs, her thoughts directed back to the nightmare. 'That dream..something wasn't right..I know I have seen that before..' She had been afraid. No, that was an understatement; She had been petrified, and all because of a measly voice. Shrugging the thought off she walked back into the hanyou's room, shutting the door loudly behind her. Payback was so sweet.
Inuyasha had remained rolled over with his face pushed up against the pillow, and she would have guessed he was asleep except for the fact his ears kept twitching back and forth.
He rolled over as the shuffling sound of her footsteps made their way into his ears, giving her a rather painful expression. Out of the two days she had known him, she had already figured out he was going to put up a fight. He seemed like the type of person that would rather eat dirt than accept food from someone else. But then again, she had only known him for two days. He seemed peaceful enough..Well, besides the fact that he was glaring daggers at her. Once again that rolled up newspaper idea was sounding better and better.
"Here, take these. It'll help with the headache, and the rest you'll just have to sleep off." She waited for him to lift up an arm, or even give her any sort of recognition at all. He merely glared at her for all he was worth, crossing his arms over his chest. He had to make everything complicated.
"Fine." She placed the milk and pills on a small cup holder on his nightstand, pushing it closer so that it was in reach. She flashed him a brilliant smile before turning on her heels and was gone. Knowing him he would be up for two hours trying to figure out if she had poisoned the milk or not.
She didn't even bother staying for any sort of verbal response before she was out of the building and across the yard to her own house. Not that he would have said thank you even if she had stayed, and that would probably never change.
"Dad! I'm home!" She yawned loudly, waiting for her father to respond. It looked like no one was home, or they were playing a very good game of hide and seek. She was leaning towards the former. "Dad?" She pushed the swinging door halfway open, peering around at the seemingly empty kitchen. There was no father, no brother, not even a note.
The coffee in the pot was stark cold, and it looked like it had been there a while. 'Maybe the chief call him in for an overnighter?' She hoped that was the case. It would spare her a lot of pain and humiliation later down the road, because if he figured out where she had been last night..Lets just say his mind would probably jump the gun, assuming all sorts of things.
Her keys jingled in her pocket as she made a move to sit down at one of the kitchen tables, reminding her of the errand she should have run hours ago. She sighed, crossing her arms over the table and squashing her forehead against the sleeve of her sweater.
"I might as well get it over with." She grumbled into the table. Her stomach growled loudly as she made an attempt to get up, making it painfully aware that the last time she had had anything to eat was yesterday's lunch. She cast a longing look at her refrigerator, then back to the door.
"I'll just cook something when I get back." She pushed the swinging door open, and a loud 'shit!' was heard as the wood cracked against something hard. The score was Kagome: one, Swinging door: two.
"Whoever invented that thing should be shot." She growled, pulling open the dew -covered door of her truck and sliding into the leather driver's seat, jamming the keys into the ignition. The loud rumble of her engine once again reverberated around her as the engine began the warming up process.
Mr. Greensby didn't mention the time that the Saturday school began, but she assumed it would be pretty early, considering the fact that it was supposed to be early morning torture. Due to the fire alarm being tripped, the school might not even be unlocked, which would give her exactly zero chance to retrieve the lost bag until Monday. By then it would probably be gone.
She punched the knob of her stereo, turning up the volume so that the noise cast away all other stray thoughts. The nightmare kept coming back to her; the words that the man had said burning a trail through her mind. She couldn't shake off the bad feeling she had been having lately, it was like eternal rain pouring down inside her head.
The engine roar died to a low murmur, and she switched the gears, heading off down the street and onto the familiar route towards the school.
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Kagome pulled into the large parking about thirty minutes later, looking around for the nearest parking space she could. There were a few cars scattered here and there, probably the janitors or some teachers doing weekend work to plan future lessons.
She pulled in beside a blue convertible, an odd sense of déjà vu striking her heart. She had seen that car before. As a matter of fact, she could have sworn that same vehicle was in that same spot the day before yesterday. She mentally shrugged off the thought. The late nights she had been keeping lately were probably fooling around with her head.
She hopped out of her truck, shoving the keys into her pocket before pressing the auto-lock button and sliding out of the seat and onto the semi- dry pavement.
Her shoes scraped against the concrete idly as she walked passed the 'Welcome to Feudal High' board, the sound reverberating around the empty concrete area below the steps.
The school itself looked forlorn and forgotten, the doors peering out like eyes, sad and alone. It was giving her the creeps. A sense of foreboding had drifted into her heart a while ago, and she desperately tried to push it down.
A movement in one of the windows farther up caught her attention, and her eyes snapped up to the object, but it was gone before her mind could process what it was.
It looked like a woman.
Something brushed past her neck, and she flipped around. There was nothing there, just the lone parking lot and the headlights of her truck staring soundlessly back out her.
"It's nothing, Kag..It's just your imagination." Her hands were trembling so hard she could barely hold her truck keys, so she stuffed them into her pocket. It had felt like there was a hand brushing against her neck, but there was nothing, just air.
"It was probably the wind." She turned back around to the structure, building up her courage enough to climb steps and stop in front of the glass doors.
There were no lights on from what she could see, so that meant no janitors or no teachers. She pulled each of the four doors experimentally, each one slamming back but not opening. All of them were locked.
She sighed, tapping her cheek pensively for a few moments before a thought skimmed into the edge of her imagination.
"The emergency exit!" She hopped down the steps, turning onto the concrete sidewalk and jogging past the side of the building.
The dew-covered metal staircase winked back at her from the side of the building, and she trudged past the railing and onto the stairs, wondering how on earth all of the kids that had been cramming past the door managed to get out without breaking the structure.
There were no lights on as she reached the door, and she tentatively grasped the handle. Hopefully somebody had forgot to check and see if it was closed.
She pulled solemnly, a look of dread plastered on her face as the door slammed back against its frame. It was locked.
"Do you HAVE to make my life hell all seven days?" She pointed an accusing finger at the skies, half thinking that some all-powerful god or goddess was going to descend the clouds and start scolding her for blaming them.
A loud pop resonated from the door, startling her.
"Huh?" She eyed the door suspiciously, and her hands were shaking again as she reached to pull the metal handle, the door swinging open slowly as the darkness inside met daylight. She could have sworn the door was locked a few minutes ago..It wasn't possible that it could unlock itself. 'Maybe it was just jammed?' She hoped that was the case. The thought of ghosts and ghouls wasn't exactly comforting at that point in time.
She reached a hand inside, groping around for the light switch she had seen the day before yesterday as she and the five other billion students pushed out of the door, and her hand caught on the surface of the switch, pulling it up as fluorescent the florescent lights snapped on.
She took a step inside, gently wedging the door closed behind her. If something happened she would be ready to bolt. Her brain was screaming at her to turn around, but she pushed it away. There was no way she was going to gain entrance to the school and then just leave.
She looked around at the cameras stationed in the ceiling, the beeping lights shining down on her.
'Why wasn't the alarm tripped?' Usually in big schools they had a very strict alarm protocol. As soon as any door or window was open, an alarm would silently be flipped into the police station. She cringed at the possibility of a parade of officers driving madly down the street to catch the big crook that just turned out to be a seventeen year old student trying to get her bag back. It would make them all look like total and complete idiots.
She started humming halfway down the hallways. The silence was starting to get on her nerves. Her footsteps echoed against the marble, the sound ringing into her ears as a flash of her dream jumped before her eyes.
She hummed louder, drowning out the noise. It was just a nightmare, people got them all the time; it was no big deal.
The door of Mr. Greensby's class loomed into view, and she subconsciously sped up at the welcoming sight. The sooner she got her bag, the sooner she could go flying out of there like a bat out of hell. The lack of sound and shadows was making her extremely uneasy, and any type of noise at all would be welcomed in her ears.
She pulled the knob thoughtfully, pushing it open with a vengeance. The light switch was promptly switched on after that, and she scanned the desk for her bag.
"Yesss!" It was still lying propped up against the oak desk, and she reached for it coolly, her fingertips stopping inches away from grabbing it.
There was someone behind her.
She could swear she heard ragged breathing. Her pulse quickened as she fought down panic urgently. There really had been someone else in the school.
She stiffened, retracting her hand back to her side as she spoke. "I know you are there." She had tried to make that statement sound brave and courageous, but the slight squeak in her voice gave it all away.
There was no answer, just silence as the breath continued.
She summoned all of her mental strength, flipping around just as a warm pulse of air ripped through the classroom.
There was no one there, just silence and emptiness. Her heartbeat was pounding in her chest as she looked wildly around the deserted room. She could have sworn something was breathing. She stepped forward, shock overriding her senses.
She couldn't hear. She took another timid step, expecting to hear the soft scrape of her tennis shoe across the carpet, but there was nothing.
'Kagome' Another pulse echoed in the air, sending ripples of invisible gravity across her body. It felt like she was wading in syrup, slowly drowning.
"W-What do you want?" She shivered violently, reaching behind her to find any object to protect herself. Her hand rested on a pencil, and she pulled it up in front of her like a sword.
'Must run..Help.' The strange voice echoed through her mind, causing her to drop the pencil to the carpet.
She had to leave. Now.
She scooped the backpack up from behind her, bolting through the door.
'Stop. Help me.' The voice grew in volume. It was like someone was leaning over her back and whispering directly into her ear. She could almost feel the warm puff of breath against her cheek.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Kagome slowed at the sound of liquid falling onto a surface, coming to a dead stop in a matter of moments. Something was pulling her towards the side, and she craned her neck to see what it was she was supposed to look at.
She had stopped directly in front of the Girls bathroom.
A shiver once again wracked her body, fear completely overwhelming all of her other senses. She was beyond afraid now, she was petrified, scared of what she might find.
She turned slowly, flicking on the light as the fluorescent bulbs grew in intensity.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
A pool of bright red liquid was pooled directly in front of the couch, only being disturbed by drops falling from above.
She glanced at the wall hesitantly, sliding her view up inch by inch, piece by piece until finally resting on the ceiling above pool.
Blood trailed down the plastic supports of the tiles, falling droplet by droplet onto the marble floor.
She sucked in a breath, closing her eyes and willing it all to go away. Maybe it was just another nightmare and she would wake up any minute in her own bed, happy. No visions, no blood, no murder.
The puddle was still there as she gazed back down into its rippling surface. It was real.
She looked back up to the ceiling. She had to find out what it was. If she ignored them, eventually the visions would get so bad, she wouldn't be able to tell the difference between reality and a dream.
She stepped onto the armrest of the couch, leaning her hand up until it her palm was flat against the tile. She sucked up a breath, closing her eyes and pulling the flat wooden object. The board squeaked in protest before falling down to the ground with a thud.
Something like hair brushed against her face, and she opened her eyes slowly. Two white pupils stared back at her.
She screamed, falling back off the couch and scuttling backwards and into the wall.
She pressed herself up against the frame, drawing her bag to her chest protectively as her heart pounded in her ears.
There was a woman staring back at her beneath the petrified look of horror etched into her face. Half of the woman's upper body was hanging from the ceiling, blood running down the hole and dripping onto the floor in more than one spot.
There was a body..dear gods, there was a body..She started to hyperventilate, her breath hitching in her throat as the woman's eyes bore a hole into her.
Her eyes darted from the woman's face to her neck, where a long gash was dug into her flesh, pooling blood onto the couch and floor with a sickening sound
"NO!" Kagome shot through the bathroom door, flying through the hallways and out of the emergency exit, the door smacking the wall behind her and almost making her trip down the stairs in an effort to get out of there. There was blood splashed across her shirt in various places, as well as where some had gotten onto her hand, and she desperately tried to wipe it off and still run at the same time.
Sirens blared out at her as she approached the parking lot. Police. They had come to the alarm being tripped, afterall.
There were a total of five cars, all flashing blue and red lights against the stone pillars at the front of the school.
"Help!" Her voice was hoarse as her adrenaline pushed her forward. The cops stared at her a few moments before their gazes spotted the blood strewn across her sweater. Two of the ten men unbuckled their guns from the pouch across their waists as she ran up the first car, slamming her hands down onto the aluminum surface.
"Help.There's..a body..help." She gritted out, tears starting to form at the corner of her eyes at the enormity of the situation.
"What are you talking about young lady? Slow down." One of the men inquired gruffly.
She was starting to get dizzy, the pain of the vision seeping into her skin.
"There's a body in the girls bathroom by the emergency exit." She ground out, a tear rolling down her cheek and sparkling before falling to the ground. There was a dead woman in a bathroom, and all the idiots were going to due was give her twenty questions.
"THERE'S A DEAD WOMAN!" She shrieked, banging her fists down into the hood of the car to emphasize her point.
The information was finally taken as the men sized the situation up quickly, and soon the radios were buzzing as the officers declared her find, requesting back up.
Five of the ten men hurried off into the bushes beside school, ravaging their way to the emergency exit.
Kagome drowned it all out, though. The pieces of the puzzle finally clicked in her head. Somebody had known she was about to stumble upon a very important clue, and had wanted her out of the school. 'So that's was the reason for the fire alarm'.
She stood their, her fists still implanted in the same spot as an ambulance came crashing down the street followed by five more police cars.
"Mrs. Ellen Shanlie, Principal of Feudal High, has been identified and found."
That was the last thing she heard above all of the sirens, and the crackling of radios as blackness swept up to take her.
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Whoa. o.O.For those of you who guessed that Mrs. Shanlie had been killed, and that was who Kagome saw, KUDOS! Great job, guys! Okay, any silver flashing from now on in the story represents a knife, okie? Okie.
Alrighty, ya know how things have to get worse before they get better? Well, things will get better from now on. I had to get the fact that Mrs. Shanlie was killed and Kagome found her and that someone had flipped the fire alarm to keep her from finding out about the body. o_o Plote development, guys. ^_^;;
Oh, and make sure you check out my fanart. O.o.The address is at the top.
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