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My sincerest apologizes for taking so long to update. Im at my Dads for the month of June and its hard to get a hold of a computer and when I do, its hard to keep it for the amount of time I need it to type my chapters.
Thank you all for the inspiring reviews. Im deeply touched by the fact that some of you have wrote e-mails and told me you got so into my story that you actually yelled at your computer. I have done that a time or two with ShortPoets, Sol-li's and quite a few other authors stories. Please continue to let me know what you think. And, as always, flames are welcome.
About this chapter. I originally planned for Inuyasha to meet Bobby (evil grin) but as hard as I tried and as many scenarios I wrote down, none sounded good to me. So sorry for all of you out there that wanted them to meet each other, but it isn't going to happen. Inuyasha will hear about Bobby but never see him, actually meet him. You will see why later.
This chapter is mainly DRAMA. And lots of it. Or to my opinion. Now, I swear im not bragging, Im probably the shyest person in my family, and that's saying A LOT, but by all means, Im greatly satisfied by how this turned out. I re-read it so many times I could recite the whole thing. For all of you really sensitive people out there, get a tissue or two. ( I swear im not bragging)
Any ways, onto the story. I hope you enjoy, and as I said I am thrilled with how it turned out. Let me know if its mutual, and by all means, yell at the computer.
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Silent Screams
Fatal Attraction
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"Jason, get Sango out of here!" Kagome raised her voice, trying desperately to be heard of the screaming and moaning of the people on the ground and running out the doors. The gun fire had stopped, but, she thought, only momentarily, they were probably trying to lure them into a false sense of security.
"But, Kagome, what about you?" Jason yelled back, his arm protectively around Sango, who was pulled against his chest, in a form of feeble protection. He was Kagomes best friend and he didn't want anything to happen to her. His eyes looked pleadingly at her, but she shook her head.
"Just go!" She hugged a distraught Sango and held her at arms length after pulling reluctantly from the sisterly embrace.
"Go through the well. Stay with Shippo 'till I get back, now GO!" She ignored the look of confusion on Jasons face as he leaned forward quickly and kissed her cheek, and the naked worry on Sangos. She watched as Sango took a step forward.
"No, Kagome. I'll stay here and help. I've never left your side in battle before, and I don't plan to make it a habit now." Sango's eyes flashed with worry, and Kagome could see the warriors spirit in Sango rise as it always did in the heat of battle. She shook her head.
"Please Sango, just go. I'll explain later, I promise." The pleading look in Kagomes eyes was the last string, and she watched as Sango and Jason ran out a hidden back door and into the eager darkness that was awaiting them.
"Why didn't you go with them?" Bobbies voice broke her train of thought and his arm was tight around her waist as he looked down at her, his ice blue eyes flashing with concern.
She looked up at him and started to answer when another round of gun shot fired.
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I know you don't care! You made that pretty clear! To me and to that dead corpse you hang all over!
The pained look in her stormy midnight eyes wouldn't leave his mind. He slowly opened his eyes as the wind blew harshly and the image of her expression floated in front of him. He looked away, then back, the vision had vanished and he sighed deeply.
"Kagome...." Her name fell, whispered, from his lips and was carried away by the raging winds.
He sat in the sturdiest branch of the Goshinkbu Tree, the rain falling down heavily. Thunder boomed somewhere in the distance and lightning lit up the dark grey sky and he closed his eyes once more.
How much longer would he continue to hurt her like that....
He knew how he felt, knew what he was supposed to do, but how to go about doing it was a totally different story.
He sighed. "Kagome..." her whispered name fell from his lips again, his voice displaying the raw passion he felt. The wind shifted, and although the rain dampened his senses, he caught the scent of someone familiar. But, in the same moment, he failed to catch the scent of Sangos return, along with blood that seemed to mingle in the air around her. Instead, a name fell from his lips in a hushed whisper, Sango not detected.
"Kikyo."
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She dodged the first string of bullets and dove to the floor behind the row of wooden counters, wood splinters flying from the impact. Before she dove, she saw the three men at the far entrance; guns poised, black ski masks in place, covering their identity, eyes glittering with silent madness that was screaming to be released. The gun fire stopped.
She looked down at him, and refused to see why he had gotten injured. Instead she looked at his face; pale from the extreme loss of blood, eyes closed, lips tinted blue with the arrival of death lurking in the shadows.
She fell to her knees hard, but the pain didn't register. A pool of blood underneath him spilled out onto the light colored hard wood floor making her nauseous, but she didn't leave him. She looked at his chest, where the wound was. The bullet cut clean through his chest, damn close to his heart. Too close. She looked at his shirt which was matted with his blood, the fabric stained dark. She reached for his hand; she didn't miss the icy feeling that seemed to transfer from his hand to her heart. Prying it open in excruciating pain and lodging itself in her heart.
"Bobby....c'mon baby open your eyes...say something..." Her voice, soft whispered pleading was picked up by the wind and carelessly thrown away, like it was laughing at her. Her heart skipped a beat as his eyes opened and he moaned in pain. She leaned forward slightly and squeezed his hand gently.
"Hey..baby, you alright?" His voice was weak, his breathing shallow and ragged. He looked up at her his ice blue eyes concerned. She shook her head vigorously.
"Im fine, but how could you do that? I can't believe you! How could you..just..."She trailed off, tears she was trying desperately to hold in, now streaming down her cheeks, and she didn't bother to wipe them away.
His hand released hers and reached up to touch her cheek. She leaned in to his caress and closed her eyes, willing herself to stop crying.
Her dress was torn, and stained with his blood and hers; hers only because of glass splinters, but she didn't care. She opened her eyes when he moved his hand from her cheek to the back of her neck.
"C'mere," his voice husky, but she heard the wheezing in his lungs. His voice was so gentle, so tender, that she almost broke down again. He was dying and there was nothing she could do about it. His life was slipping from her fingers and she couldn't grasp it.
She leaned forward and her electric blue streaked, ebony hair fell to her side, spilling across his chest, over his wound, but she didn't notice, for he started talking.
"I...just want..you to know..." he paused, taking in a shuddering breath, his eyes clouded with pain for an instant, but then they returned clear, he knew what was happening, knew what he was saying, "..Ai Shiteru, Kagome....don't..forget it." He grinned boyishly up at her, and she felt tears slide down her cheeks, one landing on his cheek and she leaned down, pressing her lips against his.
She wished time would stand still just so she could savor this one last moment of peace for both of them, but knew if she could get that wish, she wouldn't do it. Then he would be in everlasting pain, and she couldn't bare that. He kissed her back just as passionately, and she knew they were both thinking the same thing. She pulled away blinking back tears and smiled faintly at him.
"I love you too, Bobby."
She watched as his eyes closed, his chest lowered with his last breath, felt his hand fall from her neck, and his life slipped between her fingers.
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Sango entered the hut, face flushed from running....and...other things..but her outfit still intact, make-up and body paints still intact, and started when she saw the look of shock on Shippo and Kaedes face, and desire on the Monks.
Not even bothering to explain her appearance, or where Kagome was, she walked past them, deliberately walking far from Miroku so he couldn't try anything and grabbed a towel, a spare kimono, and left the hut, in destination of the hot springs, Kilala at her side.
Dipping lower into the hot springs so that all that was above the surface was her head, she let her thoughts drift to Kagome and the party.
'Ambushed.....' she knew that word, she thought, but.. 'gun fire' was a new one...
"Why did she insist on Jason bringing me to the well?!" She said furiously, and Kilala mewed in affection, the fire-cat picking up on her mistresses attitude. Sango smiled at Kilala but felt her face flush at the mention of Jason's name. Memories of the night escaped their binding and played across her eyes.
Getting ready...meeting Bobby...and Jason...Kagome's melodic voice singing through out the club...full of sadness and sweet, unfulfilled longing...singing of passion and heated moments...the dancing...being introduced as Kagome's sister..slow dancing with Jason..then the 'gun fire'..a derisive frown appeared on her face...running to Kagomes house, her hand clutched in Jason's...and then before he left me, he...
She blushed even deeper. Her hand went unconsciously to her lips. Shaking her head, she went under water, washing away the make-up and body-paints, and body glitter. When she re-surfaced, she heard a familiar low growl and a rustling in the bushes. Clutching a towel over herself, she stood, and Kilala walked backwards out of the cover of the bushes. Sango noticed something like a robe in her clutches...and she almost died. In the jaws of the fire-cat, was Miroku.
"Hentai!"
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Inuyasha looked away from her soft onyx eyes. They were a plain reminder of what her soul didn't possess. They were haunted. She had been robbed of the life she could have had, the love she could have shared. Now she was the same, pathetic, worthless breath of air she despised so long ago. Using souls of the dead to sustain her....the kind of person she was now, was the kind of person she would have killed then.
The rain seemed to thrive on their tension between one another; for it came down harder, lightning crackled in the sky once again, illuminating the two figures who stood almost eight feet away from each other. Thunder resonated through the forest, echoing throughout the trees.
"Kikyo...I can't...not yet..." His eyes met hers and he saw unabashed anger in their depths.
"Why Inuyasha? You have nothing keeping you here." Her eyes narrowed, seeming to understand. "Its my reincarnation, that girl you travel with."
"Eh..." He neither denied or confirmed her suspicions, but he didn't have to. They both knew the answer. "I can't leave until we find the rest of the shards and Naraku is dead." He spat out the name, like it was venom, burning his tongue.
"Will killing Naraku serve to revive me? Do not forget, your heart belongs to me and so does your soul. No other will possess it. It is not for you to give to any other...perhaps if I rid this girl of you-"
"DON'T TOUCH HER!" His voice was sharp, harsher than intended, and he knew there was no taking it back. He just meant to say "No", but it seemed as if something made him say what he wanted. The only surprise on the dead priestesses face, was her widening eyes.
Neither of them said anything. What was their to say? Lighting flashed in the sky again, and thunder broke out across the forest. Rain pelted them both, and his ears twitched in sensitivity with every drop. His hair was matted to his back, and forehead. The silence that had settled over them matched the eerie darkness that had taken over the early day. Kikyo broke the mood, her icy emotionless voice reaching his ears.
"You love her, don't you?" Her eyes betrayed her masked exterior; he saw the pain and anger, and he knew what he should say; but knew what he had to say.
"Y-yes."
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Something snapped in her then. She stood, after finishing her prayer, and the gun fire sounded again. They must have been waiting for her; trying to lure her. The glasses on the counter were shattering and more wood splinters flew at her, creating small short cuts on her arms, legs, neck, and face. She walked slowly around the counter, her power emanating from her anger, and blocking a few of the bullets.
Her hair billowed around her face, like a halo, and her eyes narrowed as she looked at the shocked shooters.
"You killed him." Her voice was a harsh whisper, filled with the raw guilt of loss, but she repeated herself her voice echoing throughout the room. "YOU KILLED HIM!"
Her powers seemed to be overtaking her. She was shrouded in a pink mist that seemed to thrive off her energy. There were three men; and the two on either side of the other raised their guns, her energy flew towards them and the guns were knocked astray. They ran in fear, leaving their leader with a smirk on his face, but fear flickering in his eyes. She took another step forward and was about to force her power on him, but he raised his gun in a surprise attack, and she heard it go off, felt the icy pain as it pierced through her chest and felt it exit through her back. Any other time she would have fallen to the floor, but her power seemed to be keeping her steady. The pain enraged her even more and a surge of energy knocked the man backwards and into the wall; she watched him slump to the floor, unconscious. For the briefest instant, she wanted to kill him. Wanted to make him feel the pain he caused her and Bobby. But she knew she couldn't.
She turned and headed towards her house, blood falling from her wound, gushing down her side and arm, dripping off her fingers.
Her vision slanted as she made her way down the well house steps. She hadn't intended to come here. She just wanted to get to her house. But, she was here and she was too exhausted to turn and walk back up the stairs. She stumbled the rest of the way down the stairs, and her vision jerked violently, then she pitched backwards into the well, darkness over taking her mind and she slipped into unconsciousness.
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The wind howled through the trees as if it sensed the tension in the air, that seemed to grow since his answer was given. It shifted suddenly, and he caught the strong scent of familiar blood.
"Kagome..." He looked behind him, towards the well, then back at Kikyo, who looked like she was about to say something, her eyes flashing dangerously, but he couldn't wait to hear what it was. Kagomes blood was getting heavier and his head swam with ideas.
Without a second thought, he turned, taking off towards her scent, leaving Kikyo who glared at his retreating form with a vengeance.
He didn't look back.
He got to the well, frantically looking around for any sign of her.
'Inside...look inside you idiot...'
Any other day he would have loved to strangle that inner voice, but now he was desperate. Even through the rain he could smell her blood, and that had to mean she was badly injured. He looked down the well, his clawed hands gripping the rim firmly. At first, he couldn't see anything, but then lightning stuck somewhere near, casting its light inside the well, and he saw her unmoving form at the bottom.
"Kagome!" He yelled her name, but to no avail. The thunder matched it and rose, blocking it out. He jumped in the well, being careful not to go through, and not to land on Kagome.
He touched her face, and immediately felt her icy cold skin and quickly took off his fire-rat kimono and put it on top of her. He leaned forward slightly, and heard her low, ragged breathing. Her heart beat was beating wildly, desperately trying to pump blood, but it was to thin, for he knew she had lost a lot. Picking her up bridal style he felt the rain that had fallen on her, soak through his clothes. He felt her blood on his hands and arms. He leapt out of the well and ran towards Kaedes hut.
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"Hai, you should mind your hand Monk..." Kaede stopped cold.
Running into the hut, Inuyasha ignored the look of surprise on everyone's face. It didn't even register that Sango had returned. Thankfully, Kaede saw the helpless look on his face along with fear, blood on his white shirt, and ushered him to put her on the cot.
Now that their was light, Inuyasha saw the blood. The blue tint to her lips, the alabaster complection of her skin, so milk-white. Her hair was matted with either rain or swear to her forehead and he picked up her heart beat which had slowly drastically since he first found her.
Kaede began giving orders as she peeled away his red coat from her small frame.
"Sango, take Kilala and Shippo to the next room. He doesn't need to see this. Miroku, Inuyasha, stand outside for Kagome will not be decent. Now go!"
Neither man said anything but rather walked out of the hut. Sango came back from the other room. Her eyes were glued to Kagome. Kaede had removed her dress, leaving her with the white lingerie Sango remembered. But her gaze fell on the wound which was bleeding profusely.
"Is she going to be okay?" Sango asked, her voice timid. 'She is the only family I have left....she has to be okay...'
"I do not know, child. I have never seen the likes of this wound before....It went into her chest, above her heart....and out her back." Kaedes voice was puzzled. "Get some water from the back, and clothes, and the herbs next to the fire."
Sango did as she was told, and after wards, knelt next to Kaede, and together they worked on Kagomes wound 'till dawn.
Miroku and Inuyasha waited silently but not patiently. Whenever one of them tried to go in, Sango about knocked their head off their shoulders, so they waited.
Sango walked out at dawn, her face exhausted and looked at the two men.
"She's doing alright..." Before she could finish, she fainted, the stress of worry and sleepless night catching up with her; to overwhelming.
Miroku caught her before she hit the ground and Inuyasha had already done in, seeing that Miroku had Sango.
After Miroku put Sango on the cot beside Kagome and was convinced by Kaede that Kagome was stable, he left the room.
"How is she?" Inuyasha asked, his eyes on Kagome. Her chest rising and falling with every breath she took.
"Lady Kagome lost a decent amount of blood, child. I can not awake her, but maybe yee can." She left Inuyasha, saying she needed to go to the lake and get more water, and he looked at Kagome. He walked over to her, and since her cot was so close to the wall, he leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor. His eyes looked at her face and he took her hand in his.
"Kagome...." he whispered. And for the third time that night, his call of her name was unanswered.
TO BE CONTINUED