Chapter 3: Twins?
Without warning a small groan sounded from Kagome's lap and two light brown, almost dark yellow eyes gazed up at her. They blinked a few times then shut altogether, she supposed, trying to organize a sanity check. After a minute passed, sanity secured, the man opened those big eyes again, eyes of extreme intelligence and intense calculating skills starred at her for what felt like hours.
"Hello, can you stand?" Cooed Kagome quietly.
"Piss off…"came the reply, echoing off the brinks in the ally. He rolled over and stood to reveal his face and the familiar shaggy hair of the boy she had been chasing before the ordeal. "What the hell happened!" He yelled, more to himself then to her or anyone else.
"Um…you fell…?"
"No shit Sherlock," He mumbled in confusion. "But why'd it hurt so frickin' much."
Kagome shook her head, she had more important things to deal with then figure out this wash outs mystery. What about her own mystery? "Sakero…um, I was wondering if you knew an Inuyasha." She blushed, "You look so much like him…"
"Shut up!" He lowered his voice and pulled her roughly to her feet, "Did you hear that? There it is again."
Deep in the fog Kagome could hear the rustling sound of someone's sagging foot falls. A dark shape began to form and shockingly a shiver ran up her spine followed by fatigue. She swooned but rather then fall over in a faint, Sakero had other plans. Pulling on her arm with an unkind jerk he dragged her into the fog opposite the noise and whispered hurriedly, "I don't want your blood on my hands, be careful. In here all kinds of ass holes could easily take advantage of you….Princess."
She sniffled, the cold of the night was making her nose run uncontrollably, running the back of her hand under her nose she continued to followed Sakero closely through a wild maze. The walls, now more like clouds of white mist, closing in on her, suffocating her.
Suddenly, startling the silence that attempted to creep up into her, Sakero mumbled shamefully, "This Inuyasha you speak of…I know him. He's my twin brother…" She shuddered with the surprise that coursed through her but he continued. "We were abandoned at birth on the door step of some poor ass chums. At seven we ran away and began living here in a card board box with rags that served as blankets." Absent mindedly he ran his hand through his mess of a mane. "When we turned 16 he took to education and went to live with a family but I refused to be impressed by tight ass riches so I took off. Its been 4 years and I haven't heard a thing from him."
"Do you remember where the house was?"
"Why the fuck do you need to know?" He stopped to glare down at her as she shrank from his rage. "What's so special about him! I told you! He left me! Forgot about me….so forget about that tight ass richy jerk!" Once again he turns to walk confidently down the path with a disconnected air.
She had to run to catch up to him, his long steps compared to hers were giant and made matters worse. Frustrated with his stubborn personality she stubble in his wake, "Maybe he meant to come back but was stopped…maybe he is still out there thinking of you. Your brother…"
"I don't want to talk about HIM anymore."
She quieted… what was the point in convincing him, she wasn't any good at arguing a point anyway.
After what seemed like fifteen minutes the blue lamp light from the streets of Tokyo signaled their nearness to the main streets. Once at the opening and the sounds of a bustling metropolis swam at them, he stopped.
"Go home Princess." He said as he placed one hand on the mossy brick wall and the other in his black jean pants.
"Come with me…" She whispered, "We'll look for him…and I'll get to answer some questions."