Thanks for the reviews! Anyway, this story is still gonna be Inu/Kag! Sorry for those who wanted mir/kag…hmm, I might make a story about those two after I finish this!!! (yes, lately, I've been obsessed about the monk…lol..don't worry, Inu/Kag is still awesome!!)
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Kagome Higurashi ran as fast as she could, panting like a dog after reaching the top of the stairs. Ironically, though, her face was still fresh with some residue of sweat covering her smooth skin. She looked as radiant as ever, quite a change from her natural disapproving, degrading look she spat out at those close to her. Perhaps it was the fact that various vile, volatile actions were about to be implaced on 'Sir' Inu-yasha and she was totally in support of them. Or else it was just the fact that she would finally heave her ass out of the dreadful place; after all, a girl could only manage to stay inside a dark, depriving castle for a few days (or in her case weeks) without going totally insane. Fortunately for Kagome, whose mind was quite strong, she was immune to the 'curse.'
"Miroku!" Kagome sang, drumming her now long fingernails on the stone. She winced as the cold traveled through her body. "They should really get some heaters here," she mumbled to herself, scanning the ever-so-dark room. "And Inu-yasha should get some new decorations. These animal rugs he hunted by himself aren't really top-notch furniture. Plus they smell too."
"What is it?" Miroku growled, throwing a log into the furnace. He rubbed his arm carelessly, dodging serious blasts of pain as he remembered the fight with Kagome. Still, he didn't know she was that strong.
"It's me, by the way," Kagome flustered, tilting her head from side to side. She received a quite furtive glance from Miroku, catching the gory look in his eye. "Ooh, someone's angry," Kagome muttered, inviting herself to sit down on his chair.
"What do you want?" the man across from her sighed, back pointing straight at her. He didn't manage to sound half as stern as he normally did.
"Well, we're planning a siege of the castle. And I was wondering if you'd like to come along!" Kagome clapped her hands, noticing just how stupid her question really was. What was she doing? Of course Miroku wouldn't want to come along! He had been Inu-yasha's faithful minion for a good few years now, and if he was going to be planning any siege, it would be one of killing her ruthlessly. What was she supposed to be? Some sort of sacrifice, she supposed. She had already forgotten her true purpose of being in the castle. Something about murders and all that crap, but Kagome certainly did not care about any of those issues. Her past was the past, the only thing that mattered was the present…because there might not be a future, at least not for her.
"Are you crazy?" Miroku roared, flipping himself over to reveal a raged face. Kagome rolled her eyes as she huffed a breath.
"Just as I predicted," she murmured, suddenly noticing the odd glint in Miroku's dead eyes.
"That is genius! I should have planned that myself! We all think
Inu-yasha can use a good lesson, but we're just too scared. I heard he beat
down a group of 100 men without even sweating!" Miroku exhaled, taking Kagome's
hands into his own. And suddenly, without any notice or warning, a hand came
sliding up her derriere, 'testing' it out like one would do in a grocery shop
to a melon.
Kagome slapped him.
Ah, the old times were back all-right.
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"Have you noticed how he suddenly comes alive at the mention of that girl?" Sango sneered, pointing straight at Inu-yasha. Had Inu-yasha not been the mindless killer he was, one would have mistaken him as a counselor. Of course, before that would have happened, Inu-yasha would have slaughtered 'one' and put 'one's' head on top of an ice-cream vending machine before dawn broke. Nevertheless, Inu-yasha continued to disregard Sango, suddenly noticing how utterly plain she was. There was never any spark to her, no life, no emotions but anger and revenge. It was like she was he, save the gender difference and hair color. And, as a matter of fact, he wasn't quite fond of himself. What he was very fond of was his power. He knew his men did not hail him like they used to; and of course he knew that they were on the brink of revolt because of that Higurashi girl, but all in all he was still in power.
"Hello? Inu-yasha?" Sango waved a hand in front of him, snapping him back to reality. Inu-yasha swiveled around in his bear-covered chair as he glanced angrily at Sango. She was quite bothersome, in fact, one of these days he might have to kill her depending on the situation. Particularly right now, he would love it if some deranged maniac would burst into the room and chop her head off. Then he'd dump her body into the sea and leave it for some lazy fisherman to catch and eat for dinner.
"What is it Sango?" He snided, not bothering to react to Sango's emotionally deprived face.
"You know, I wish that Kagome chick was dead!" Sango screamed, bawling like a baby. "Do you want to plan something? You know? Kill her? And Miroku for that matter. Damn those people are so annoying! I want to just slaughter them with my Boomerang right here!" Sango petted her weapon. She had recently fashioned it with her own touches; now it was filled with blades curving at every angle.
"That should be a good idea," Inu-yasha whispered. He had always thought high of Miroku, but after all that had happened, he had been turned into quite the most useless of minions. He didn't speak up at meetings, he never did what he was told to do…it was like he was becoming his own person! And Inu-yasha jolly well hated the idea of that. Besides, he also hated that Higurashi bitch for changing Miroku like that.
On the other side, though, he was quite intrigued by her. How the hell had she managed to subdue Miroku under her blasted spell? It was absurd…what the hell was so special about her anyway? Other than her looks of course. And her obvious fighting skills. She was a mere nobody…but in Miroku's deranged mind, she had become almost everything to live for. Doing this thing with Sango, whatever it was, would be very interesting to undergo. Maybe then he could find out some 'answers.'
"All-right Sango, what plans do you have?"
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Two guards woke up inside the underground cellars, wondering what the hell was going on. One of them slammed into the wall, the other slammed into a person's back. Their bodies were all covered in mud, blood and dirt, except for the places that were covered with small pieces of shredded clothing.
"What the hell?" one asked, confused at the current situation.
"I don't know but…Oh my God!"
"What, what is it?" the guard cried out, taking off his blind-fold. "Oh my God…"
"We're in the body dump aren't we?"
"I guess so…now I know the rumos are true…"
"Inu-yasha's a sick bastard…"
"Sick bastard Inu-yasha is."
"What do you suppose we can do?"
"Get out of here," the man replied, aggravated at the bunch of flies trying to cover his hide.
"Of course that! But about this…"
A river of bodies suddenly dumped themselves inside the large room. They totaled to about half the depth of it…almost like a swimming pool of gore, bloods and bits and parts of the human anatomy. Disgusting to say the least. Fortunately, the guards were already used to the smell, and sight of dead beings. Living in the castle did that to you…
"Should we tell Inu-yasha what happened?" one suggested.
"Are you crazy?! Then we'd be stuck in here for real!"
"So what?"
"Get out of the castle...find a new job? What the hell, it's freaky in here! Let's get out!"
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"Sir," a man rushed into the door, panting furiously. His brow quirked as he let out a shiver of denial. "The prisoners have escaped sir…Kouga among them."
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AN: OK then…I hope you like this chapter! Yes, I realize that the fic isn't nearly as dark as it was before…but fear not…this land of 'light' will not be here all the time! Hah! Please review!!
Itadakimasu~~!
