On with the next thrilling installment! For this being a comedy it certainly has turned to darker paths. Just goes to show you what plot beasts can do to your brain. Once again thanks to Volpone in beta reading this fic. We love her, go read her stuff! Sexy fox men and an obsession with thieves, if it's for you then go check it out!
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Six Underground
By: Cheap Libertad
Chapter Two – Fake my life
Glaring rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, deliberately waking the figure tangled in bed sheets. Kagome blinked groggily, staring at the flashing numbers of her alarm clock. She disentangled herself to stumble into the bathroom.
She was feeling somewhat refreshed. The nightmares had relented for one night, mainly because she had been much to exhausted to dream. The girl splashed water upon her face and looked at the foreign reflection. Yes, she was feeling much better. Kagome swept her hair into a low ponytail then slipped into her uniform. Grabbing her pack, she made a path to the kitchen.
"Good morning Kagome!" Greeted her mother, handing her daughter money for lunch. "How was your day yesterday?" Kagome smiled.
"It was fine," she lied. "How was Souta at the concert? I'm sorry I missed it."
"Oh, he was wonderful! They've improved since their last performance. Don't worry about it Kagome, you've been busy. Souta understands." Kagome's smile faltered, she felt guilty. It wasn't her brother's fault insanity had broken loose. She was missing her brother's childhood on account of her careless mistakes. "Have a good day, honey!" Waving goodbye, she headed out the door.
The day was blustery as Kagome trotted along the sidewalk. She had spent the later part of the evening trying to ignore whatever occurrences she had been unfortunate enough to experience. Dealing with it so soon was out of the question. She had math and her brother's fleeting childhood to worry about, just like every other teenager. She was caught up in silly melodramatics like normal teenagers. Everyone assumed she was normal. Sickly, but normal.
Surely she had the same problems as everyone else, her normalcy as a teenager being the exact reason why the absurd subject of youkai and time travel occupied the forefront of her mind. Kagome sighed. Aforementioned grey matter was in overdrive, working dually to block out the events of yesterday and vainly trying to make sense of it all.
Walking up the school's steps Kagome pondered the absence of Houjo. He'd been missing all week. Usually he was clinging to her side, yet he had been mysteriously truant. Dismissing it, she gathered her things and set for class.
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A shroud of miasma encased the decrepit well. Tendrils of obsidian smoke curled about its lip, caressing the crumbling wood. A pair of bulbous eyes spied over the well's edge, an inky body slithering up its side. Hissing, the creature writhed along the packed dirt floor and beneath the well house door. It clung to the shadows, snaking its way toward its master. It was being called.
The allure of power heated the air, tingling the senses.
It's brother's had gone. They had been summoned and heeded the calls.
Dark power misted the system. It was pulsing as the air shimmered, revealing nothing but an illusion.
His master sat above the twining mass of bodies, regarding them with insipid eyes, lips set in a sneer.
More, more. He needed more.
It was yet to be completed, his body. The recovery would not take much longer. Soon it would be time. Soon he would confront her and his trap would fall into place. A cackle crawled from his throat and bubbled from his withered lips. The slithering bodies shuddered. The master twirled a trinket through his fingers. It's purple surface whirling as the darkened power fluxed. It was his way out, the soul of his plans. All answers lied within the shikon.
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Kagome stumbled lazily from the classroom, so much for her good mood. Math always seemed to put a dampener on life. She paused in her trip towards the lockers. The steady hum of conversation and footsteps was hushed; it was if they could feel the lingering presence. A rush of wind fluttered past her ears and the din of voices was normal once more. Glancing up the hallway, she inhaled sharply.
"Oh piss," The statement had been quite blunt. Kagome stared mesmerized as the snowy figure stalked toward her. The students parted unconsciously, not even acknowledging his ubiety.
She wanted to run, to flee through the crowds and out the door to lose him in a flow of time. Yet, she was frozen to the spot. Not daring to move. The fibers of her being shuddered with fear and she could not summon the strength to move. Her gaze flickered downward, looking for an escape route, then back to his chest. He would be upon her in seconds.
Her mind, which had abandoned her, began to churn. He was going to kill her, in the middle of school. No, he wouldn't dare. Would he? He couldn't, there were to many witnesses. Not that it mattered, he could kill them all anyway. He was going to mutilate her, rip her to pieces. Her eyes widened and her breath hitched. He was going to kill her, horribly and slowly. She couldn't run and he was going to kill her. He was stalking closer, almost upon her. Her palms were sweating, her heart was racing. He loomed above her. Her death was imminent. He was going to kill her. His eyes flashed and his mouth was upon hers.
Books scattered along the floor as her heart stopped and her eyes dilated.
He was kissing her, desperately, hungrily. She was smashed against his body, unable to breathe. His crushing grip upon her arms loosened as a hand traveled to her neck, tilting her head back sharply. She was slack in his grip, her mind fleeing her once again and her nerves in shock.
His eyes opened and he was dragging her. Kagome stumbled along behind him, at lack for a rebuttal. The door to the bathrooms swung open violently and she was shoved against the wall. Her assailant snarled into her face.
"How dare you?" he spat, grinding her shoulder into the concrete. "How dare you leave us?" His deep voice vibrated through her chest, sending chills down her spine. He shook her in warning. "Tell me!" Pain welled at the back of her skull as her head jolted against the concrete. Kagome found her voice.
"Let go of me," she choked out. "Let go of me now, Sesshoumaru." He paused momentarily, as if to consider her orders. Instead the western lord dropped his head to stare into her eyes. "What are you doing? How can you just stare at me like I'm insane when you've just done- done that! You can't just abuse me! Now let me go!" She wrenched her arms from his grip and stumbled backwards, far away from him.
Her breathing was harsh as she glared at her aggressor. Sesshoumaru stood fixedly, regarding her from down his nose. Kagome's anger flared. How dare he just waltz up to her and take advantage of her situation? He had practically molested her in the hallway then dragged her off to abuse her! He had absolutely no right. She was not his plaything!
"Say something!" She shouted. "Explain to me what makes you think you can harass someone whenever you feel like it? Give me a reason!" The lord refused to move, spurning on Kagome's rage. "We were no where near amiable terms in the past, so what's your reason? You can't just violate me for the hell of it! Why did you do it, and why are you here?" Her outrage dwindled somewhat, giving out to confusion.
What on earth was Sesshoumaru doing in modern times? Could he have survived that long? Had he come through the well? Why had he marched in here just to kiss her and yell? Kagome was thoroughly put out. Putting a hand to her temple, she rubbed fiercely. There were so many questions. The dreams, the demons, Sesshoumaru. What was going on? She was feeling lightheaded.
"Why are you here Sesshoumaru?" She murmured. The regal youkai was ominously silent. He had been so passionate and now opted for becoming taciturn. The stillness was unnerving and Kagome began to fidget. "What is going on? Just tell me!" With an air of distain, he leaned toward her, eyes smoldering.
"You have no right to ask," he contended. She could taste the fury lacing those words. He straightened and stormed out the door, his aura surging with emotions. Kagome released a strangled cry. This was too much. She was going to go insane. What in the name of all things holy and elicited that reaction? She shuddered.
Dealing with Sesshoumaru had never been a pleasant experience. An unstable truce had been formed with the western lord for the sake of defeating Naraku, but by no means did that require civil behavior on the part of both siblings. The elder had the tendency to be a frighteningly immaculate block of ice. Kagome had never witnessed such a display of emotions from the lord. The intensity with which he took everything had been terrifying. His twisted display of affection had been quite unwanted.
There was a name for that, pedophilia. She was seventeen and he was what, a millennia? Sure they didn't age in the same way, but still. The decades of difference in age had to give it a certain sense of perversion.
Kagome decided to gather herself and skip class. She was on the verge of an emotional and mental breakdown; the educational system was indebted to her. Without the chaos, which was her life, modern day would be nonexistent. With a trembling hand, Kagome slipped into the hallway and out the side doors.
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Oozing, festering rot sizzled beneath the swinging bulb. Red tinted light shone feebly upon the bubbling mass.
The master was foul.
A fettered corpse dangled from its restraints, blood trickling and dripping from the remnants of eye sockets.
The master craved destruction.
Writhing masses of flesh convulsed spasmodically.
His madness had been sated, his bloodlust now quiet.
The master loathed the lord and how he shattered his plans. The time was not right, yet the move was to be made. It would come soon lest the lord capture his intended. This was not the wanted result, but he could maneuver it. He could twist and plot and manipulate. They were unsuspecting, the fools. The dimwitted fools, wasting away their paltry lives in ignorance. How he would reign over them, conquer them, enslave them. His was a magnificence to be worshiped and feared.
Wails resounded from the mangled carcass.
It was heavenly; the high received from others pain. Their anguish, their depression, their neurotic infatuations were delicious. He fed from their desires and from their revulsion. The corruption seeping from every pore indulged his hunger. He would tyrannize, he would destroy, he would encompass all living and smear his taint upon it all. They would feed him and in return he would obliterate their very souls.
The master was appeased. His mind was whirling. His plans would not fail, he was consummate.
A spatter of blood dribbled from the bulb, sending it swaying. Oh, how the master would be satisfied.
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Oh the glorious reviewers!
GreenEyes411 – I'm glad you detest the Romeo-Juliet complex most fics develop. Characters do not fall in love during one session. Romance is gradual and this seems to be lost on some. I am a fan of taking love on long, winding paths with quite a few obstacles. Towards the shards, I also agree that there really is no plausible reason for others to pass through the well if they them. I'm glad you've enjoyed!
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