Chapter 20
Thank You: Inu-Ice-Dragon, starkitty, sahar369, and Cheyo-Vera! ::Hugs all:: Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! I Luves you all!
A/N: Not sure when I'll be able to update next, but I'll work on it A.S.A.P! Thanks! AND............ Hopefully the climax is coming up! I'm just writing this as it comes! So I may put another side track in this or just go to the end! =P
Disclaimer: ::Shoots self in head:: There! Dead people can't own anything! That should answer your question! Now go away! ::Revives self:: Nyaaa!!!
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After his confession, we walked in silence. Neither of us was willing to break the silence. It wasn't too bad anyway. It was semi-comfortable. Even when we ran into some of the guards, it wasn't a problem. We split the number of the guards in half and easily killed them all. We had been searching the corridors for my Dad for about two hours. I was praying that one of the others found him. I shuddered to think what he had been put through by now. I remembered how he was taken through the gate. He was grabbed just like I was by those tendrils that burned like dry ice. Just from my slight exposure it had hurt a LOT! Dad had been in its grip for longer.
I was amazed at how large this castle was. With all of us wandering around in pairs, we still managed not to run into each other! Most, if not all of the levels we came through to get here were this large! Then again, maybe we were just stuck in another loop like the one where we faced off against Kikyo. While looking at the walls, I decided to myself that we weren't going in circles. All the walls looked different. Some were just the pale gray stone, and others looked as if they were made out of cement. And others still were wooden. They areas with the pale gray stone were like European Castles, and the wooden areas were Old Style Japanese castles. If this weren't the hideout of one of the most Heinous evil entities in existence, I'd have to admire his sense of décor! But good décor, or no, he was going to get a major @$$ kicking when I found him!
We searched for about another half-hour when Kurama held his hand up so that I would stop. We were still in the wooden section of the castle. Wordlessly, he pointed to a door just beyond him. Then he pointed to his ear and motioned for me to listen. I laid my ear gently to the wood so that I could hear better. At first, I could hear nothing. Then as I concentrated more, I could hear slight sounds coming from the other side. I heard a low chuckle that sounded obscenely like Naraku's! I could feel my blood start to boil at the sound of that odious creature. It wasn't until Kurama put a finger to my lips that I realized that I had started to growl. Shocked, I stopped immediately and grinned apologetically at him. He shook his head and started listening again. I followed suit and concentrated more than ever. I could hear him mumble something about a ceremony, the number two, and midnight. The he laughed. It was the most evil sound that I had ever heard. It sent cold shivers down my spine and I hugged myself for some warmth. Try as I might, I could hear nothing more but the creak of a door being opened. It was too far away a sound to be this door, so there must have been another door in the room. When I had heard it close, I made to open the door, but Kurama stopped me within centimeters of the handle. I glared at him but he only signaled for me to be quiet as he used one of his powers to open the door. There was a flash, and the handle melted off, taking along the plant that he had used. If it weren't beneath my dignity, my jaw would have been on the floor. That could have been my hand! "Thanks" I whispered to him while we cautiously slipped into the room. "It was nothing" He whispered back.
What I saw in that room, I knew, would drive me to have nightmares for months, if not years! My Brave, happy, carefree, and lately drunk, father was hanging from heavy silver chains. He looked even worse than when I saw him at the gate beneath Uncle Sesshomaru's house. His Hair, now out of its ribbon, was dangling lank and ratty around his shoulders. His body was covered in so many cuts that it was a miracle that I even saw him breath! His clothing was torn to shreds and parts of them lay in heaps on the floor. Blood, the liquid dark ruby, ran down his arms and his legs. The brownish-red of old blood caked almost every inch of him. What horrified me the most was the state of his hands and his feet. Both of his hands had been slashed open, revealing the bones beneath the skin. Even for a Demon, it would take a very long time to heal. And his feet, Dear God! There was no skin left on them. All that was left was red pulsing meat. He would never be able to stand. And that had probably been the point. I knew it wouldn't help, but right then I wanted to start crying.
I ran over to my Dad as fast as I could. And as gently as possible, I lifted his head up so I could see his face, which had been down cast. It was like the rest of him, cut, torn and caked with blood. "Dad?" I whispered softly. "Dad? Can you hear me? DAD! Wake up!" He didn't even stir once. I turned to Kurama. "Find the others! NOW!" I hissed at him. "I'm staying. I'm going to try and wake him up." When I saw his apprehension, I added softly, "Please. It might be better if he saw me first." He reached out as if to grip my shoulder, then nodded and quietly left, leaving me with a father who was on the verge of death and one other person who neither of us had seen.
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Sorry for the short chappie, but I'm still running in a slump. I want at least three reviews! Same as last time people! Thanks!
Signing Out ~ DevilWench ~
Thank You: Inu-Ice-Dragon, starkitty, sahar369, and Cheyo-Vera! ::Hugs all:: Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! I Luves you all!
A/N: Not sure when I'll be able to update next, but I'll work on it A.S.A.P! Thanks! AND............ Hopefully the climax is coming up! I'm just writing this as it comes! So I may put another side track in this or just go to the end! =P
Disclaimer: ::Shoots self in head:: There! Dead people can't own anything! That should answer your question! Now go away! ::Revives self:: Nyaaa!!!
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After his confession, we walked in silence. Neither of us was willing to break the silence. It wasn't too bad anyway. It was semi-comfortable. Even when we ran into some of the guards, it wasn't a problem. We split the number of the guards in half and easily killed them all. We had been searching the corridors for my Dad for about two hours. I was praying that one of the others found him. I shuddered to think what he had been put through by now. I remembered how he was taken through the gate. He was grabbed just like I was by those tendrils that burned like dry ice. Just from my slight exposure it had hurt a LOT! Dad had been in its grip for longer.
I was amazed at how large this castle was. With all of us wandering around in pairs, we still managed not to run into each other! Most, if not all of the levels we came through to get here were this large! Then again, maybe we were just stuck in another loop like the one where we faced off against Kikyo. While looking at the walls, I decided to myself that we weren't going in circles. All the walls looked different. Some were just the pale gray stone, and others looked as if they were made out of cement. And others still were wooden. They areas with the pale gray stone were like European Castles, and the wooden areas were Old Style Japanese castles. If this weren't the hideout of one of the most Heinous evil entities in existence, I'd have to admire his sense of décor! But good décor, or no, he was going to get a major @$$ kicking when I found him!
We searched for about another half-hour when Kurama held his hand up so that I would stop. We were still in the wooden section of the castle. Wordlessly, he pointed to a door just beyond him. Then he pointed to his ear and motioned for me to listen. I laid my ear gently to the wood so that I could hear better. At first, I could hear nothing. Then as I concentrated more, I could hear slight sounds coming from the other side. I heard a low chuckle that sounded obscenely like Naraku's! I could feel my blood start to boil at the sound of that odious creature. It wasn't until Kurama put a finger to my lips that I realized that I had started to growl. Shocked, I stopped immediately and grinned apologetically at him. He shook his head and started listening again. I followed suit and concentrated more than ever. I could hear him mumble something about a ceremony, the number two, and midnight. The he laughed. It was the most evil sound that I had ever heard. It sent cold shivers down my spine and I hugged myself for some warmth. Try as I might, I could hear nothing more but the creak of a door being opened. It was too far away a sound to be this door, so there must have been another door in the room. When I had heard it close, I made to open the door, but Kurama stopped me within centimeters of the handle. I glared at him but he only signaled for me to be quiet as he used one of his powers to open the door. There was a flash, and the handle melted off, taking along the plant that he had used. If it weren't beneath my dignity, my jaw would have been on the floor. That could have been my hand! "Thanks" I whispered to him while we cautiously slipped into the room. "It was nothing" He whispered back.
What I saw in that room, I knew, would drive me to have nightmares for months, if not years! My Brave, happy, carefree, and lately drunk, father was hanging from heavy silver chains. He looked even worse than when I saw him at the gate beneath Uncle Sesshomaru's house. His Hair, now out of its ribbon, was dangling lank and ratty around his shoulders. His body was covered in so many cuts that it was a miracle that I even saw him breath! His clothing was torn to shreds and parts of them lay in heaps on the floor. Blood, the liquid dark ruby, ran down his arms and his legs. The brownish-red of old blood caked almost every inch of him. What horrified me the most was the state of his hands and his feet. Both of his hands had been slashed open, revealing the bones beneath the skin. Even for a Demon, it would take a very long time to heal. And his feet, Dear God! There was no skin left on them. All that was left was red pulsing meat. He would never be able to stand. And that had probably been the point. I knew it wouldn't help, but right then I wanted to start crying.
I ran over to my Dad as fast as I could. And as gently as possible, I lifted his head up so I could see his face, which had been down cast. It was like the rest of him, cut, torn and caked with blood. "Dad?" I whispered softly. "Dad? Can you hear me? DAD! Wake up!" He didn't even stir once. I turned to Kurama. "Find the others! NOW!" I hissed at him. "I'm staying. I'm going to try and wake him up." When I saw his apprehension, I added softly, "Please. It might be better if he saw me first." He reached out as if to grip my shoulder, then nodded and quietly left, leaving me with a father who was on the verge of death and one other person who neither of us had seen.
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Sorry for the short chappie, but I'm still running in a slump. I want at least three reviews! Same as last time people! Thanks!
Signing Out ~ DevilWench ~