Disclaimer:*Tiano runs into view and skids to a stop* I don't own any of
these characters *pant- gasp*. Tiano drops the shicon no tamma and scoops
it back up. Inuyasha: GIVE IT BACK, BROAD! Inuyasha tackles Tiano out of
view.*
A/N:Thank you for the..*drum roll*...FOUR REVIEWS! DADADUUUH!!!!!!! (I
know, I know. little pathetic right? Kouga: YEAH! Hey you shut up! It's my
first fan fic all right?)
Chapter 2
Inuyasha was slowly awoken from his sleep by the sounds of bickering from his brother and father in the distance. He could hear Sesshomaru's muffled voice yelling:
"Why did you show me this now! Why don't you answer me! Why don't you just leave us like you always do!"
Inuyasha lied in the dark, curious to what they were saying. As usual, his father remained silent, as if Sesshomaru wasn't even there. Inuyasha heard footsteps and figured they belonged to his father and their destination was the door. He heard the footsteps come to a halt when Sesshomaru cried out one last statement.
"Do you even know you still have another child rotting away in that basement? Or did your drugs and rum wipe out your last memories of him!"
That shocked Inuyasha. Were those words of concern? No. It was just something to throw in his father's face. That's when the long silence ended and a loud crash came from above. After that, the footsteps made their way to the door. Inuyasha, already used to this routine, stood and stared at the glowing outline of the basement door. The outline faded, for the candle was blown out. Inuyasha braced himself, going over the steps of the night at his house.
Sesshomaru argues with himself, father stares, father beats him up and leaves and then.
His thoughts trailed off, not wanting to finish it. In the back of his mind was tugging the words Sesshomaru said. What the heck did he mean by that-- Inuyasha's thoughts were shattered by the door swinging open. On the top of the staircase stood Sesshomaru with his bleeding mouth and his bruised skin. Already the scratches and wounds were slowly healing. Inuyasha suddenly became frightened. It wasn't because of the fight he would now face-he expected it. It was what he did not expect that made his blood crawl. It was his eyes. He was expecting his eyes to reveal coldness and anger, not hurt and shame.
Sesshomaru came running down the stairs with a closed glowing fist and a cold glare. Inuyasha dodged the right hook and dashed up the stairs. What frightened Inuyasha even more is that he didn't hear Sesshomaru's footsteps pounding close behind him. He ran to the corner of the house where the cleaning tools were and began to do his midnight chores. The pure silence ringed in his ears. He tried to take his mind off of what just happened, but all attempts failed.
Inuyasha cannot remember when the last time he felt so afraid. He was never afraid of Sesshomaru. He thought what Sesshomaru did was just normal treatment for a half-demon. Sesshomaru taught him everything from the time he was three, the age his mother left him behind in the world of the living. He understood that it was normal to have certain punishments, and how you should not eat unless you're sick, etc. But one thing he did not understand is why couldn't he see the day? Inuyasha stopped dusting and stared at the door. It was completely locked down with locks of all sorts. Why couldn't he go outside? He tried before and never tried again since he almost died from a mere cold. Ever since then he was convinced that the outside was cursed and dangerous, and he never bothered to see the day.
Inuyasha lit another candle to see well. He wanted to clean as quick as he could so he could go back to his safe basement. There was a presence in the house that made his hairs stand on end. When the dim light spread across the room Inuyasha focused on something gleaming. Inuyasha walked over to it with caution and diligence. He stopped a few feet away from it and leaned over to see it from above. It was gleaming more than it was supposed to judging by the poor light the candle projected. A perfectly shaped pinkish-silver sphere rested in the palm of his hand. Suddenly Inuyasha suddenly felt completely better, warmer, safer, even stronger, but that is not what made Inuyasha eves grow. It was this ink painting of a beautiful woman holding a smaller version of him. Right away he knew it was his mother.
Before Inuyasha could even begin to realize he was not alone, a sharp jagged pain went through his body. He dropped the painting and crashed to the floor. He rolled to his side and shot up just in time to miss Sesshomaru's foot grinding into his back. Inuyasha, even Sesshomaru were shocked of how swiftly he dodged that attack, but that was quickly forgotten. Sesshomaru merely glanced at the picture then looked at Inuyasha.
"What are you doing here," he snarled.
"Cleaning, as usual." Inuyasha replied flatly. Inuyasha surprised himself with the sudden confident tone he had.
"Liar!" Sesshomaru snapped.
Sesshomaru lunged after him with his both hands. Sesshomaru's eyes widened when Inuyasha grabbed both of them with one hand. Inuyasha's mouth dropped opened from the sight, and then he looked at Sesshomaru in horror. He never fought back. But then something more for Inuyasha to marvel was the impossible fact that Sesshomaru couldn't move. Inuyasha had an anger build inside of him. He used this opportunity to ask questions he dreamed of asking on quiet nights.
"Wher- where's mother?"
He stared up into the eyes of the belligerent Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru said nothing. How? He thought, How the hell is he holding me? The little bastard can't even take the cold night wind. Then Sesshomaru saw Inuyasha's closed hand.
"OPEN YOUR HAND!" Sesshomaru barked.
"N-NO! WHERE IS MOTHER!"
"OPEN YOUR DAMN HAND!"
"NOOO!"
"SHE NEVER WANTED YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE!"
That caused Inuyasha's heart to stop for a moment. Inuyasha never really knew his mother, but he always felt like she was near. He could always feel a certain presence. It was too pure to be Sesshomaru's or his Father's. He knew it was his mother's. Inuyasha stared up at Sesshomaru with glistening eyes. A sharp flash of light glowed from his hand. He shook his head and pushed Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru flew and crashed into the other side of the wall. Inuyasha ran. Where? He had no idea. All he knew is that he had to get out now. He glanced down at the sphere and clutched it in his hand. He had to keep this.
This is what he wants. Inuyasha flew down the basement stairs. He did not know what to do. He was petrified. He looked down at the sphere. It was this that got him into this mess. He broken all the rules and even fought back a full demon. His mind went numb from the headache that was continually building. He suddenly heard this crackling noise from upstairs. The smoke and heat told Inuyasha the house was on fire. There, in the doorway, was Sesshomaru, leaning in his good leg. Inuyasha did not want to fight him. At all. The intense stare Inuyasha received from Sesshomaru insisted the fight. Sesshomaru smirked, not even worrying about the dancing flames behind of him.
"SHE NEVER WANTED YOU! I TOLD YOU TOO MANY TIMES!"
Sesshomaru's hand gave out a green luminous whip and he began whipping Inuyasha in the face and back.
"YOU'LL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING. ANYTHING WORSE THAN A MORTAL IS A HANYOU!"
Inuyasha caught the whip. The beam of light seeped into Inuyasha's flesh. An involuntary roar of words ripped from Inuyasha's throat,
"YOU'RE NOT EVEN HER SON! I AM! ME! INUYASHA!"
Inuyasha gasped at his own words. He did not even know that. Sesshomaru is not her son? At that moment, Sesshomaru let out a howl of anger and charged after Inuyasha. They fought each other for five minutes until Inuyasha gave him one blow to the head with the strange jewel. Sesshomaru's eyes rolled back in his head before he crashed to the floor. Inuyasha fell on his knees and breathed hard. He dropped the jewel. Immediately his lungs gave in along with his body. He grabbed the jewel as fast as he could and he felt better. It was the jewel giving him all this strength. He looked at the jewel in awe. Was it his mother? He did not have time to think of that right now. The house was burning down fast. He gazed down at his older brother. Step brother. He couldn't just leave him here. But. he would have to go outside. He remembered the jewel. He trusted it. It had to be from his mother. He put it in his pocket, picked Sesshomaru up, tossed him over the shoulder, and ran up the stairs-he never felt this strong in his entire life.
He crashed through the burnt down wood, not even feeling the heat. He finally reached the door and with one kick the locks were shattered and the door flew out of place. The fiery embers surrounded the edges of the ink painting. He swiped it out and ran out the house. After a good distance he placed Sesshomaru in the soft grass, then took one last look at the run down house. The house he stayed in his entire life was suddenly floating away in golden ashes before his eyes. He looked down at Sesshomaru. His fist clutched with anger. He cranked back his foot and drove it into Sesshomaru's stomach. Sesshomaru's mouth dropped open as blood poured out even though he was unconscious. Inuyasha pulled the jewel out of his pocket and stared at it, trying to contemplate whether it was good or evil. He had a strong urge to kill Sesshomaru on the spot. He blamed the urge on the jewel. He made up in his mind he couldn't stay there any longer. He turned and did the only thing he could think of doing: run.
He ran, picking up speed with every step. The night breeze caressed his face and lifts up his hair. It felt like nothing he ever felt before. But he could not think correctly. His mind was spinning with so many thoughts that he did not bother with the new world around him. He stopped. For what though, he did not know. The jewel began to glow again. Inuyasha saw an object a few feet away from him. He walked over to it. It looked like a hole that continued to go up after the ground, then stop. The hole was made out of stone. What is this? He thought. He looked in. It looked like endless hole of darkness. He leaned in more to get a better look.
"INUYASHA!" Sesshomaru boomed in the distance. He was approaching fast.
The sudden call of his name made Inuyasha flinch. The jewel fell out of his hand and into the endless pit. The sudden, unmerciful pain filled Inuyasha. He felt as if he being engulfed in flames. His lungs and legs came out. He wanted to scream but did not have enough energy. He tipped over and fell into the well, becoming unconscious in midair.
A/N: Tad-uh! Mwuahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa! So who are those who suffer in suspense!...*Crickets*...Anyone? Kouga: NO! *Tiano throws mouse at Kouga's head-went way off target and landed in his forbidden zone.* ..ooooh. ouch. Well anTways, if you did like it, let me know kay? Pleeez! I live on those reviews. Uh.he he..okay Kouga.nice w-wolfy..put the iron down..
Chapter 2
Inuyasha was slowly awoken from his sleep by the sounds of bickering from his brother and father in the distance. He could hear Sesshomaru's muffled voice yelling:
"Why did you show me this now! Why don't you answer me! Why don't you just leave us like you always do!"
Inuyasha lied in the dark, curious to what they were saying. As usual, his father remained silent, as if Sesshomaru wasn't even there. Inuyasha heard footsteps and figured they belonged to his father and their destination was the door. He heard the footsteps come to a halt when Sesshomaru cried out one last statement.
"Do you even know you still have another child rotting away in that basement? Or did your drugs and rum wipe out your last memories of him!"
That shocked Inuyasha. Were those words of concern? No. It was just something to throw in his father's face. That's when the long silence ended and a loud crash came from above. After that, the footsteps made their way to the door. Inuyasha, already used to this routine, stood and stared at the glowing outline of the basement door. The outline faded, for the candle was blown out. Inuyasha braced himself, going over the steps of the night at his house.
Sesshomaru argues with himself, father stares, father beats him up and leaves and then.
His thoughts trailed off, not wanting to finish it. In the back of his mind was tugging the words Sesshomaru said. What the heck did he mean by that-- Inuyasha's thoughts were shattered by the door swinging open. On the top of the staircase stood Sesshomaru with his bleeding mouth and his bruised skin. Already the scratches and wounds were slowly healing. Inuyasha suddenly became frightened. It wasn't because of the fight he would now face-he expected it. It was what he did not expect that made his blood crawl. It was his eyes. He was expecting his eyes to reveal coldness and anger, not hurt and shame.
Sesshomaru came running down the stairs with a closed glowing fist and a cold glare. Inuyasha dodged the right hook and dashed up the stairs. What frightened Inuyasha even more is that he didn't hear Sesshomaru's footsteps pounding close behind him. He ran to the corner of the house where the cleaning tools were and began to do his midnight chores. The pure silence ringed in his ears. He tried to take his mind off of what just happened, but all attempts failed.
Inuyasha cannot remember when the last time he felt so afraid. He was never afraid of Sesshomaru. He thought what Sesshomaru did was just normal treatment for a half-demon. Sesshomaru taught him everything from the time he was three, the age his mother left him behind in the world of the living. He understood that it was normal to have certain punishments, and how you should not eat unless you're sick, etc. But one thing he did not understand is why couldn't he see the day? Inuyasha stopped dusting and stared at the door. It was completely locked down with locks of all sorts. Why couldn't he go outside? He tried before and never tried again since he almost died from a mere cold. Ever since then he was convinced that the outside was cursed and dangerous, and he never bothered to see the day.
Inuyasha lit another candle to see well. He wanted to clean as quick as he could so he could go back to his safe basement. There was a presence in the house that made his hairs stand on end. When the dim light spread across the room Inuyasha focused on something gleaming. Inuyasha walked over to it with caution and diligence. He stopped a few feet away from it and leaned over to see it from above. It was gleaming more than it was supposed to judging by the poor light the candle projected. A perfectly shaped pinkish-silver sphere rested in the palm of his hand. Suddenly Inuyasha suddenly felt completely better, warmer, safer, even stronger, but that is not what made Inuyasha eves grow. It was this ink painting of a beautiful woman holding a smaller version of him. Right away he knew it was his mother.
Before Inuyasha could even begin to realize he was not alone, a sharp jagged pain went through his body. He dropped the painting and crashed to the floor. He rolled to his side and shot up just in time to miss Sesshomaru's foot grinding into his back. Inuyasha, even Sesshomaru were shocked of how swiftly he dodged that attack, but that was quickly forgotten. Sesshomaru merely glanced at the picture then looked at Inuyasha.
"What are you doing here," he snarled.
"Cleaning, as usual." Inuyasha replied flatly. Inuyasha surprised himself with the sudden confident tone he had.
"Liar!" Sesshomaru snapped.
Sesshomaru lunged after him with his both hands. Sesshomaru's eyes widened when Inuyasha grabbed both of them with one hand. Inuyasha's mouth dropped opened from the sight, and then he looked at Sesshomaru in horror. He never fought back. But then something more for Inuyasha to marvel was the impossible fact that Sesshomaru couldn't move. Inuyasha had an anger build inside of him. He used this opportunity to ask questions he dreamed of asking on quiet nights.
"Wher- where's mother?"
He stared up into the eyes of the belligerent Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru said nothing. How? He thought, How the hell is he holding me? The little bastard can't even take the cold night wind. Then Sesshomaru saw Inuyasha's closed hand.
"OPEN YOUR HAND!" Sesshomaru barked.
"N-NO! WHERE IS MOTHER!"
"OPEN YOUR DAMN HAND!"
"NOOO!"
"SHE NEVER WANTED YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE!"
That caused Inuyasha's heart to stop for a moment. Inuyasha never really knew his mother, but he always felt like she was near. He could always feel a certain presence. It was too pure to be Sesshomaru's or his Father's. He knew it was his mother's. Inuyasha stared up at Sesshomaru with glistening eyes. A sharp flash of light glowed from his hand. He shook his head and pushed Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru flew and crashed into the other side of the wall. Inuyasha ran. Where? He had no idea. All he knew is that he had to get out now. He glanced down at the sphere and clutched it in his hand. He had to keep this.
This is what he wants. Inuyasha flew down the basement stairs. He did not know what to do. He was petrified. He looked down at the sphere. It was this that got him into this mess. He broken all the rules and even fought back a full demon. His mind went numb from the headache that was continually building. He suddenly heard this crackling noise from upstairs. The smoke and heat told Inuyasha the house was on fire. There, in the doorway, was Sesshomaru, leaning in his good leg. Inuyasha did not want to fight him. At all. The intense stare Inuyasha received from Sesshomaru insisted the fight. Sesshomaru smirked, not even worrying about the dancing flames behind of him.
"SHE NEVER WANTED YOU! I TOLD YOU TOO MANY TIMES!"
Sesshomaru's hand gave out a green luminous whip and he began whipping Inuyasha in the face and back.
"YOU'LL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING. ANYTHING WORSE THAN A MORTAL IS A HANYOU!"
Inuyasha caught the whip. The beam of light seeped into Inuyasha's flesh. An involuntary roar of words ripped from Inuyasha's throat,
"YOU'RE NOT EVEN HER SON! I AM! ME! INUYASHA!"
Inuyasha gasped at his own words. He did not even know that. Sesshomaru is not her son? At that moment, Sesshomaru let out a howl of anger and charged after Inuyasha. They fought each other for five minutes until Inuyasha gave him one blow to the head with the strange jewel. Sesshomaru's eyes rolled back in his head before he crashed to the floor. Inuyasha fell on his knees and breathed hard. He dropped the jewel. Immediately his lungs gave in along with his body. He grabbed the jewel as fast as he could and he felt better. It was the jewel giving him all this strength. He looked at the jewel in awe. Was it his mother? He did not have time to think of that right now. The house was burning down fast. He gazed down at his older brother. Step brother. He couldn't just leave him here. But. he would have to go outside. He remembered the jewel. He trusted it. It had to be from his mother. He put it in his pocket, picked Sesshomaru up, tossed him over the shoulder, and ran up the stairs-he never felt this strong in his entire life.
He crashed through the burnt down wood, not even feeling the heat. He finally reached the door and with one kick the locks were shattered and the door flew out of place. The fiery embers surrounded the edges of the ink painting. He swiped it out and ran out the house. After a good distance he placed Sesshomaru in the soft grass, then took one last look at the run down house. The house he stayed in his entire life was suddenly floating away in golden ashes before his eyes. He looked down at Sesshomaru. His fist clutched with anger. He cranked back his foot and drove it into Sesshomaru's stomach. Sesshomaru's mouth dropped open as blood poured out even though he was unconscious. Inuyasha pulled the jewel out of his pocket and stared at it, trying to contemplate whether it was good or evil. He had a strong urge to kill Sesshomaru on the spot. He blamed the urge on the jewel. He made up in his mind he couldn't stay there any longer. He turned and did the only thing he could think of doing: run.
He ran, picking up speed with every step. The night breeze caressed his face and lifts up his hair. It felt like nothing he ever felt before. But he could not think correctly. His mind was spinning with so many thoughts that he did not bother with the new world around him. He stopped. For what though, he did not know. The jewel began to glow again. Inuyasha saw an object a few feet away from him. He walked over to it. It looked like a hole that continued to go up after the ground, then stop. The hole was made out of stone. What is this? He thought. He looked in. It looked like endless hole of darkness. He leaned in more to get a better look.
"INUYASHA!" Sesshomaru boomed in the distance. He was approaching fast.
The sudden call of his name made Inuyasha flinch. The jewel fell out of his hand and into the endless pit. The sudden, unmerciful pain filled Inuyasha. He felt as if he being engulfed in flames. His lungs and legs came out. He wanted to scream but did not have enough energy. He tipped over and fell into the well, becoming unconscious in midair.
A/N: Tad-uh! Mwuahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa! So who are those who suffer in suspense!...*Crickets*...Anyone? Kouga: NO! *Tiano throws mouse at Kouga's head-went way off target and landed in his forbidden zone.* ..ooooh. ouch. Well anTways, if you did like it, let me know kay? Pleeez! I live on those reviews. Uh.he he..okay Kouga.nice w-wolfy..put the iron down..