Chapter 2) Kagome's conclusion.
Kagome pushed away from Kouga and dashed back to the entrance hall where she met with her friends. "What's going on? Where's Shippou?" She demanded of the others whom all had the same bewildered expression as herself.
"We could ask you the same thing" Miroku accused begrudgingly. They all stood in silence a moment the musky smell of mold from the crumbling walls filling there lungs as they breathed in and out. They each thought the same thing. It could be anyone. as kouga opened his mouth to speak, Inuyasha pushed him into the old rotting wall.
"How do you know? It could have been any of us" Sango pointed out, pulling Inuyasha away from Kouga, who's surprised expression covered his face, "We cant go putting the blame on someone like that"
"'cause it was you!" Kouga screamed excitedly, his voice echoing threw the corridor. "I know it!"
Kirara hissed at the notion and flamed Kouga's foot agitatedly.
"What?" Sango screeched, "You wish. I bet it was Miroku, being the vermin he is."
"Who? Me?" Miroku asked clueless. "No. I have come to the conclusion that... it was... InuYASHA!"
"You little gremlin! Why I otta" Inuyasha hissed, Miroku's words piercing him deeply.
Kagome screamed in frustration and stormed away, ignoring the calls from her so called friends. She trudged gloomily toward the first room she came to, admiring the beauty of the well painted pictures covering the walls along the way. She turned the bronze knob in a daze and pushed the door with a loud, echoing creak. The wafting odor of smoke and burnt filled her nostrils as she pushed it wider open. She split into a coughing fit as she willingly entered the room.
The room was small, filled with burnt books, chairs and a tiny fireplace along the left wall. The few windows had been draped well, though the fire had singed off most of the old silky fabric, revealing board which had been nailed to the wall, covering the window. Kagome slowly walked deeper into the crammed room, each step creating a crunch or a crackle as she stood upon numerous books or papers of many sorts.
odd She thought as she examined the stone fireplace to her left, which she had assumed caused the fire the wood inside isn't burnt. How could that be? Unless...Kirara!
Kagome circled the room, looking for more evidence or proof that Kirara had really kidnapped Shippou. The one question that came to mind was why. It didn't make sense to her why Kirara would want to rid of Shippou.
Just as Kagome was close to changing her mind she found the proof she needed. She found, hidden under a chair, some of Kirara's and a piece of cloth from Shippou's shirt in a pool of crimson blood. "SHIPPOU!" Kagome screamed backing against the wall, her heart throbbing loudly, "No!"
She reached for a close book shelf to support herself, as she began to wobble unsteadily. Her hand clenched the hard wood tightly and the entire shelf collapsed with a hard bang. She squeaked loudly and jumped back, dodging the flying books. After the dust had settled, Kagome's mouth gaped open, for what she saw, hidden behind the fallen shelf was a door. An old wooden door with the same bronze knob she had previously turned.
With trembling hands Kagome reached out her arm and turned the cold, rusted knob. The door creaked open loudly and she slowly stepped into the dark room of secrets.
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