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Dragondiva88 here! Thank you so much for the reviews! I feel so loved (^_^) Anyway, this is Inuyasha and Kagome's long-awaited meeting! Sorry all you Inu/Kag haters, but I am a die-hard Inu/Kag fan. Do not ask me why, I just am. . . . Anyway, on with the fic!
Pitch Black
Chapter 3: Kagome's Day Out ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The first bead of sweat made its way down Inuyasha's forehead, but he just continued staring. How could a convicted killer be this beautiful? She had long slender legs that were concealed in black, skin-tight pants and black combat boots. Her skin was pale, but blemish-free, and glowing eerily in the lack of light. Inuyasha was stunned as she flexed her claws experimentally.
"It isn't polite to stare at a woman like that, you know." she said without looking up. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of black goggles, and it was hard to determine what emotions were being displayed. Inuyasha was strangely soothed by the sound of her voice, no matter what she had said. It was strong, yet melodious, and it reminded him of roaring thunder. She finally looked up when he had continued staring and cocked her head at him, her ebony hair falling down her shoulders.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked teasingly. Inuyasha flinched and then squinted, but then regained his composure when he was reminded of why he was there in the first place.
"I, Captain Inuyasha, command you to tell me why you attacked me earlier." Inuyasha clenched his fists, silently cursing her for making him feel so stupid.
"Oh, well that was dominating. I like that in a man." She was still teasing him, and he knew that, but he blushed anyway. He began to grind his teeth again, making sure not to let her know how he was feeling. All the while, she retained that smug smile.
"Okay doggie-boy, you're the captain, you figure it out. After all, I know already that you're a wiz at strategic plans, wouldn't you agree?" He grimaced at her reference about the bad decision he had made earlier.
"I will not die for them." Inuyasha said through clenched teeth.
"Oh, is that the reason . . . and they called me a murderer for agreeing with that thought. How tragic. . ." Out of reflex, Inuyasha lunged forward, slicing the top of the main ventilation tube out of anger. Her voice had been smooth and calm throughout the discussion, and it hid the underlying disdain for him well. How he hated it. Her claws flexed again while in the chain manacles, and she crossed her legs.
Inuyasha wanted desperately to know what her eyes looked like, since they were the only part of her that remained a mystery to him. He was also starting to sweat under her scrutiny, afraid that she would smell his fear. She did, and she liked it.
"Now seeing as I will not answer your question is there anything else that you need to discuss?" she asked, feigning innocence.
He shook his head rather roughly, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible. She bared her teeth menacingly.
"Then go away." she growled. Inuyasha jumped back, startled by her change. She had been calm and collected before, but now she was simply radiating bad waves and feelings. Then she smiled and began to laugh at his face.
"I knew you were lying. Better ask your question quick, hanyou, before I lose my temper." She leaned back expectantly, waiting for his reply.
"Alright . . . why did you kill all of those people?" he asked hesitantly.
"That is something I will take with me to the grave." She was solemn about that topic for a moment, before adding something.
"I would, however, gladly do it again."
Inuyasha cringed, but nodded, staring at her goggles once more.
"Can I see your eyes?" he asked. Kagome's smile vanished, and she nodded. Inuyasha moved closer to her, taking one side of the goggles in each claw and pulled them off.
Her eyes were black and lifeless, devoid of any emotion whatsoever. They held a glossy sheen, which caught the light reflectively, making them resemble that of an animal. Inuyasha had never seen such eyes, and they entranced him. He was speechless, and Kagome, not showing any sign of weakness, bored into his eyes, making him feel uneasy. He put her goggles back on and rushed out. All he heard as he left was the sound of her maniacal laughter echoing behind him.
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Inuyasha came face to face with Kikyo as he rushed out of the cargo bay, and she was buffing her nails as he watched her, and gave him a look that seemed to say, 'I told you so'. Inuyasha growled and began to walk past her, before turning to look at her questioningly.
"How do you get eyes like that?" Kikyo stopped, looking thoughtful for a moment before answering.
"Plasma rays. She got them while she was at large so that no one could sneak up on her in the dark. She can see in the dark quite well, but any strong light will injure her dramatically."
Inuyasha looked at the floor, seemingly deep in thought. He shifted uneasily once more, but then he and Kikyo left in order to explore the planet that they were going to call home for a while.
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The passengers were already outside, baking in the hot sun. Miroku was teaching his apprentices about what their Lord had to give them, and Sango and Shippo were scouting the area for any signs of life. Miroku, being fed up with looking for nothing, decided to go raid the sip for his liquor supply. He left his apprentices in the care of Sango and the others, and then scampered off to the sleep pod in which he had been.
He lifted up the false bottom of the pod, showing his prized collection, which he whipped out of hiding immediately. Suddenly this world did not seem so bad. He also managed to find a beach chair and an umbrella that he had brought along for his vacation, and back outside he went.
To Sango's knowledge, Miroku's teachings were a load of rubbish. He was the kind of man who cared about a woman's body more than her brain, and she had decided from day one that she would stay well away from him. She also knew that he was a heavy drinker, which coincidentally did not conflict with his so-called religion. What an idiot.
"We have to look around for some sort of shelter besides the ship. It might not be the most stable of habitats in the future." Inuyasha commanded. The others complied, each one moving out in a different direction, but staying well within the ship's range. Miroku and his pupils found it much more entertaining to watch them look then to help them. Therefore, they kept themselves occupied.
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Kagome sat restlessly within the confines of the ship, staring at a blank wall that seemed to be of more interest than anything else was. She sighed, but kept her sharp, demon ears trained to the outside crew. She smiled, knowing finally that they had all left the ship. She looked up to where Inuyasha had sliced the pipe that she was tied to, the fool. She unhinged both shoulders carefully, making sure that she would be able to reach up to the space between the metals of the tube.
The chain around her hands fit through the gap perfectly and her shoulders made a loud crunching sound from being bent in the wrong direction. She got up, and broke the chain easily, allowing her arms to windmill into a comfortable position once more. She dropped the chain to her side, allowing her eyes to scope out her surroundings. They trailed over to a shelf by the doorway. That, if her memory served her correctly, was where they had taken her trademark knife and stashed it.
She had made that knife out of the bones of her victims, each part being a different person. It was long, about ten inches, and she easily slid it into the holster on the side of her pant leg. The gleefulness in her expression faltered for a minute as she remembered them, all of them. Her victims, her prizes-she remembered them all. This made her smile.
A gun on her side was easily positioned in her belt alongside the knife. She was going to have a lot of fun with them, especially that Inuyasha person that she liked to toy with. Either way, she would have fun exploring this planet no matter what. Her flawless skin was bright against the black weapons and clothing she wore.
'Yes', she thought, 'What fun I will have with them. . .'
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Inuyasha and Kikyo were on a large rock formation, starting to look out along the perimeter. Miroku had decided to stay back at the ship, while Shippo, Sango and the others had decided to tag along. Inuyasha could not even imagine what Miroku would get into after having a few drinks, but Sango reassured him that Miroku could take care of himself.
The landscape was vast, but barren, and it left the group full of hopelessness.
"That's it! We're screwed!" Shippo yelled. "We're never going to get off of this stupid planet and we're all going to burn up like dry toast in a toaster!"
"Shut up, you little brat! We don't need this right now!" Inuyasha yelled back at the wailing child. Sango moved to comfort the child as he and Kikyo went over their strategic plan.
"If we can't find water, the only other supply is within the ship. We cannot stay there long, Inuyasha, we just can't. We will die. . ."
"Shut up, Kikyo! You think I do not know that? Of course I know that, you idiot. I will not die for them." He said the last part just above a whisper, not loud enough for her to hear him.
They stared like that for a while, not caring that there was movement deep under ground. . .
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Miroku sat, under his shady umbrella, drinking his scotch that was aged to perfection. He did not drink because he liked being drunk, quite the contrary actually. He enjoyed collecting fine wines and liquors from all over the world, but when people heard the words "liquor" and "collection" in the same sentence, they immediately thought "drunk". It was a curse.
Such was his fascination with women, or so it seemed. He had taken quite a liking to the woman who had come along with them, Sango, and he thought that she was quite beautiful. He had a small problem with "groping" them as well, which coincidently did not conflict with his religion in the least bit. How perfect it all was.
Therefore, as was mentioned before, he sat, high in his beach chair, waiting for his companions to return. He was so preoccupied with his drink and his waiting, that he barely even noticed the shadow creeping along the ship's hull towards him. Barely. . .
He jumped up, knowing all to well that his friends would not have been back this fast. He jumped down from his perch, leaving behind his fine wines, and walked to where he saw the shadow pass. He felt uneasy, and he sensed something was watching him. She was, and she could see him perfectly well from her dark perch above his head. She would be content simply to scare him for now. She would so much more later.
She experimentally dangled her knife from where she was sitting, waiting to see if his reflexes were at all sharp. Miroku heard the metal on metal sound hitting the pipes above him, and he turned slowly, a look of pure fear on his face. There, in front of him, was a ten-inch long knife dangling from the ceiling. He gasped, jumping backwards while clutching his chest. His hand reflexively went to cover his eyes, and he missed Kagome's hand coming down to snatch the knife back up. Then she jumped from her position to the seat Miroku had been a few minutes ago.
Miroku had decided to inspect the pipes, trying to see the knife or the wielder, but to no avail.
Kagome, seeing that this man had a fine taste in hard liquor; she began drinking a little at a time, while watching the man look aimlessly for something he was not going to find. It seemed that it would be a better time just to watch him then to go after the others. She grinned through her goggles and took a swig of his scotch.
Then, the others came to her.
Dragondiva88 here! Thank you so much for the reviews! I feel so loved (^_^) Anyway, this is Inuyasha and Kagome's long-awaited meeting! Sorry all you Inu/Kag haters, but I am a die-hard Inu/Kag fan. Do not ask me why, I just am. . . . Anyway, on with the fic!
Pitch Black
Chapter 3: Kagome's Day Out ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The first bead of sweat made its way down Inuyasha's forehead, but he just continued staring. How could a convicted killer be this beautiful? She had long slender legs that were concealed in black, skin-tight pants and black combat boots. Her skin was pale, but blemish-free, and glowing eerily in the lack of light. Inuyasha was stunned as she flexed her claws experimentally.
"It isn't polite to stare at a woman like that, you know." she said without looking up. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of black goggles, and it was hard to determine what emotions were being displayed. Inuyasha was strangely soothed by the sound of her voice, no matter what she had said. It was strong, yet melodious, and it reminded him of roaring thunder. She finally looked up when he had continued staring and cocked her head at him, her ebony hair falling down her shoulders.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked teasingly. Inuyasha flinched and then squinted, but then regained his composure when he was reminded of why he was there in the first place.
"I, Captain Inuyasha, command you to tell me why you attacked me earlier." Inuyasha clenched his fists, silently cursing her for making him feel so stupid.
"Oh, well that was dominating. I like that in a man." She was still teasing him, and he knew that, but he blushed anyway. He began to grind his teeth again, making sure not to let her know how he was feeling. All the while, she retained that smug smile.
"Okay doggie-boy, you're the captain, you figure it out. After all, I know already that you're a wiz at strategic plans, wouldn't you agree?" He grimaced at her reference about the bad decision he had made earlier.
"I will not die for them." Inuyasha said through clenched teeth.
"Oh, is that the reason . . . and they called me a murderer for agreeing with that thought. How tragic. . ." Out of reflex, Inuyasha lunged forward, slicing the top of the main ventilation tube out of anger. Her voice had been smooth and calm throughout the discussion, and it hid the underlying disdain for him well. How he hated it. Her claws flexed again while in the chain manacles, and she crossed her legs.
Inuyasha wanted desperately to know what her eyes looked like, since they were the only part of her that remained a mystery to him. He was also starting to sweat under her scrutiny, afraid that she would smell his fear. She did, and she liked it.
"Now seeing as I will not answer your question is there anything else that you need to discuss?" she asked, feigning innocence.
He shook his head rather roughly, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible. She bared her teeth menacingly.
"Then go away." she growled. Inuyasha jumped back, startled by her change. She had been calm and collected before, but now she was simply radiating bad waves and feelings. Then she smiled and began to laugh at his face.
"I knew you were lying. Better ask your question quick, hanyou, before I lose my temper." She leaned back expectantly, waiting for his reply.
"Alright . . . why did you kill all of those people?" he asked hesitantly.
"That is something I will take with me to the grave." She was solemn about that topic for a moment, before adding something.
"I would, however, gladly do it again."
Inuyasha cringed, but nodded, staring at her goggles once more.
"Can I see your eyes?" he asked. Kagome's smile vanished, and she nodded. Inuyasha moved closer to her, taking one side of the goggles in each claw and pulled them off.
Her eyes were black and lifeless, devoid of any emotion whatsoever. They held a glossy sheen, which caught the light reflectively, making them resemble that of an animal. Inuyasha had never seen such eyes, and they entranced him. He was speechless, and Kagome, not showing any sign of weakness, bored into his eyes, making him feel uneasy. He put her goggles back on and rushed out. All he heard as he left was the sound of her maniacal laughter echoing behind him.
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Inuyasha came face to face with Kikyo as he rushed out of the cargo bay, and she was buffing her nails as he watched her, and gave him a look that seemed to say, 'I told you so'. Inuyasha growled and began to walk past her, before turning to look at her questioningly.
"How do you get eyes like that?" Kikyo stopped, looking thoughtful for a moment before answering.
"Plasma rays. She got them while she was at large so that no one could sneak up on her in the dark. She can see in the dark quite well, but any strong light will injure her dramatically."
Inuyasha looked at the floor, seemingly deep in thought. He shifted uneasily once more, but then he and Kikyo left in order to explore the planet that they were going to call home for a while.
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The passengers were already outside, baking in the hot sun. Miroku was teaching his apprentices about what their Lord had to give them, and Sango and Shippo were scouting the area for any signs of life. Miroku, being fed up with looking for nothing, decided to go raid the sip for his liquor supply. He left his apprentices in the care of Sango and the others, and then scampered off to the sleep pod in which he had been.
He lifted up the false bottom of the pod, showing his prized collection, which he whipped out of hiding immediately. Suddenly this world did not seem so bad. He also managed to find a beach chair and an umbrella that he had brought along for his vacation, and back outside he went.
To Sango's knowledge, Miroku's teachings were a load of rubbish. He was the kind of man who cared about a woman's body more than her brain, and she had decided from day one that she would stay well away from him. She also knew that he was a heavy drinker, which coincidentally did not conflict with his so-called religion. What an idiot.
"We have to look around for some sort of shelter besides the ship. It might not be the most stable of habitats in the future." Inuyasha commanded. The others complied, each one moving out in a different direction, but staying well within the ship's range. Miroku and his pupils found it much more entertaining to watch them look then to help them. Therefore, they kept themselves occupied.
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Kagome sat restlessly within the confines of the ship, staring at a blank wall that seemed to be of more interest than anything else was. She sighed, but kept her sharp, demon ears trained to the outside crew. She smiled, knowing finally that they had all left the ship. She looked up to where Inuyasha had sliced the pipe that she was tied to, the fool. She unhinged both shoulders carefully, making sure that she would be able to reach up to the space between the metals of the tube.
The chain around her hands fit through the gap perfectly and her shoulders made a loud crunching sound from being bent in the wrong direction. She got up, and broke the chain easily, allowing her arms to windmill into a comfortable position once more. She dropped the chain to her side, allowing her eyes to scope out her surroundings. They trailed over to a shelf by the doorway. That, if her memory served her correctly, was where they had taken her trademark knife and stashed it.
She had made that knife out of the bones of her victims, each part being a different person. It was long, about ten inches, and she easily slid it into the holster on the side of her pant leg. The gleefulness in her expression faltered for a minute as she remembered them, all of them. Her victims, her prizes-she remembered them all. This made her smile.
A gun on her side was easily positioned in her belt alongside the knife. She was going to have a lot of fun with them, especially that Inuyasha person that she liked to toy with. Either way, she would have fun exploring this planet no matter what. Her flawless skin was bright against the black weapons and clothing she wore.
'Yes', she thought, 'What fun I will have with them. . .'
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Inuyasha and Kikyo were on a large rock formation, starting to look out along the perimeter. Miroku had decided to stay back at the ship, while Shippo, Sango and the others had decided to tag along. Inuyasha could not even imagine what Miroku would get into after having a few drinks, but Sango reassured him that Miroku could take care of himself.
The landscape was vast, but barren, and it left the group full of hopelessness.
"That's it! We're screwed!" Shippo yelled. "We're never going to get off of this stupid planet and we're all going to burn up like dry toast in a toaster!"
"Shut up, you little brat! We don't need this right now!" Inuyasha yelled back at the wailing child. Sango moved to comfort the child as he and Kikyo went over their strategic plan.
"If we can't find water, the only other supply is within the ship. We cannot stay there long, Inuyasha, we just can't. We will die. . ."
"Shut up, Kikyo! You think I do not know that? Of course I know that, you idiot. I will not die for them." He said the last part just above a whisper, not loud enough for her to hear him.
They stared like that for a while, not caring that there was movement deep under ground. . .
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Miroku sat, under his shady umbrella, drinking his scotch that was aged to perfection. He did not drink because he liked being drunk, quite the contrary actually. He enjoyed collecting fine wines and liquors from all over the world, but when people heard the words "liquor" and "collection" in the same sentence, they immediately thought "drunk". It was a curse.
Such was his fascination with women, or so it seemed. He had taken quite a liking to the woman who had come along with them, Sango, and he thought that she was quite beautiful. He had a small problem with "groping" them as well, which coincidently did not conflict with his religion in the least bit. How perfect it all was.
Therefore, as was mentioned before, he sat, high in his beach chair, waiting for his companions to return. He was so preoccupied with his drink and his waiting, that he barely even noticed the shadow creeping along the ship's hull towards him. Barely. . .
He jumped up, knowing all to well that his friends would not have been back this fast. He jumped down from his perch, leaving behind his fine wines, and walked to where he saw the shadow pass. He felt uneasy, and he sensed something was watching him. She was, and she could see him perfectly well from her dark perch above his head. She would be content simply to scare him for now. She would so much more later.
She experimentally dangled her knife from where she was sitting, waiting to see if his reflexes were at all sharp. Miroku heard the metal on metal sound hitting the pipes above him, and he turned slowly, a look of pure fear on his face. There, in front of him, was a ten-inch long knife dangling from the ceiling. He gasped, jumping backwards while clutching his chest. His hand reflexively went to cover his eyes, and he missed Kagome's hand coming down to snatch the knife back up. Then she jumped from her position to the seat Miroku had been a few minutes ago.
Miroku had decided to inspect the pipes, trying to see the knife or the wielder, but to no avail.
Kagome, seeing that this man had a fine taste in hard liquor; she began drinking a little at a time, while watching the man look aimlessly for something he was not going to find. It seemed that it would be a better time just to watch him then to go after the others. She grinned through her goggles and took a swig of his scotch.
Then, the others came to her.