Inferno 6 Chapter 7: breaking away, an inuyasha fanfic

Inferno Six

Disclaimer: Don't you think it's odd how Kagome is able to go back in time for days…weeks or even months at a time and still hasn't gotten expelled from school? I mean I know her grandfather tells the school she's out with some ridiculous disease but after a while it kind of gets suspicious….hmmm…I know, it's only an anime…anyways, me no own Inuyasha…

Seven: Breaking Away

The tall dark figure entered the elevator and quickly pressed the button to the forty fifth floor of the art deco building, built like the Chrysler Building in New York. The steel elevator doors began to close, confining him inside the cubicle fortress. A hand slipped between the closing gap and forced the doors open again. The figure grunted and headed to the back of elevator as he watched a middle aged woman walk inside with her nine year old son holding her hand.

The two slipped in and excused themselves, rambling about an important meeting she had with a couple loan officers. The figure could care less. He watched the doors close again, this time without any interruptions. The women reached over and pressed the button to the fortieth floor.

He fixed his eyes onto the blinking lights above indicating the passing floors. He was eager for what lay ahead. He hadn't stepped inside this building for a week now and he was hungry to start the task ahead. Hungry for blood.

The figure's attention was shaken when he felt a tug on his Armani suit. He grunted and looked down at the pile of flesh before him. The little boy smiled and continued to hold onto his suit like it was a fucking raincoat.

It's a fucking Armani, you little bastard. Get your hands off of it.

The look on his brown eyes was magnetic and demonic at the same time. The little boy looked up again but did not cease his tugging. The figure grinned and slowly shifted his suit pocket so that a glint of silver was visible. It clung to his shirt like a second skin. The little boy was immediately intrigued. He stood on his tiptoes and peeked inside.

The figure lifted the shiny object from within his pants and pointed it directly at the little boy before him.

This'll shut him up.

He pointed the object at the boy and slowly his finger pulled on the trigger.

"Sei, don't bother the gentleman," his mother scolded, pulling the boy by her side. The man slipped the gun back into his pants and buttoned his suit.

Ding. The elevator door slid open and the pair exited.

Lucky bitch.

"Girlfriend?" Kagome asked, her hands still shivering like it was the middle of winter.

Sesshoumaru leaned forward and grinned, waiting for her answer in quiet anticipation. He recognized the twinkle in her eye which drew him to believe there had to be another guy. He couldn't take a chance in losing her before he got to first base.

"It's so sudden, right? I mean we've only been out twice."

Sesshoumaru felt her breaking away. He needed to act fast.

"We don't have to be too serious first. But, let me be there for you." Sesshoumaru watched her gaze turn to him. Was she going to take the bait?

Kagome, although seemingly calm, was in chaotic overload. Her mind was like a ticking pendulum, shifting from right to left, going faster and faster. She didn't quite understand why she wasn't jumping up and down. She had dreamed of this since the say she met him but still, here she was now, looking confused and dumbfounded. She took her eyes away from his and focused intently on her fingers as if they were the most intriguing things she ever saw.

"Kagome?"

Kagome tore herself from the battle raging in her mind and nodded her head. She felt possessed.

Miroku slipped by the young woman and made his way to the stairs which winded upwards in an elegant S. The girl followed him up, shaking her hips in seduction, hoping he would look her way. But, his gaze was fixed towards his room. He raced up the stairs for salvation but was held back abruptly by a hand pulling him down. He reached for the banister and saved himself from a gruesome fall down the stairs.

"Kagura, let go!" he screamed, tugging his body away from hers.

I need a fucking beer.

"Don't be such an asshole!" she screamed, letting him go to continue stomping up the stairs.

Miroku leaped forward and ran to his room. He slammed it closed and violently locked it. Miroku jumped onto his bed in exhaustion and closed his eyes. A flood of memories appeared before him.

Flashback—5 years ago

The room was dark and dismal, a flickering light stood as the sole penetration of complete darkness. A lingering figure sat in the corner, a book on his lap and razor blade soaked with blood by his side. He stared at the blade for minutes before finally taking it and using it as a tool of release for his pain and suffering.

The knocking on his door was persistent, masking the anger with concern. His eyes flashed from the door to the bloody blade like a pendulum, swinging left and right. Then, as if in wonder, he stared at the cut on his wrist. He had never done it before, it was a new feeling. But, it was a good feeling.

The blade had allowed him to escape for a flicker of a second into a world that crowned him the king of happiness. He had never felt so alive in his life. But the instant his hand trembled and dropped the blade, his world was gone and he opened his eyes to reality.

The lonely figure felt a tear escape his eyes and trickle down onto his cheek. It gradually made its way into his mouth and he savored the salty sliver of water. It was like candy.

His geometry was covered in his own blood. He smeared it and the blood continued to grow, enveloping the page like the darkness that had consumed his body. He didn't like mess—they didn't like mess. He continued to spread the blood and shook his head in disapproval. If they saw it, they would never forgive him. Would they even care?

The boy disposed of the book in the trash and smirked. Advance geometry. It was just another class—another piece of shit on his monument of achievement. His parents had trained him like an animal to hunt for the best and kill all those who stood as an adversary. Like a monkey, he had obeyed them. He had lost his freedom of will along the road to greatness and all he wished now, staring at the bloody book, was a chance to get it back.

Miroku was the youngest son of the most prominent couple in Japan. They were liken to the king and queen of England but with the mind of a relentless business mogul. On a clear June afternoon, the queen had given birth to a son and named him Miroku. She was intent of giving him the best that life had to offer and if she had time, she would give him love. Miroku had an older brother whose free spirit had driven him from the house of death into a world of the greater good. Miroku was never close to his older brother. He was ten years his senior and had left the family establishment when he was merely eighteen years old for the Peace Corps. He was a man that had long ago denied his "royal" blood line, concerned for the purity of his soul. Miroku did not quite understand his intentions, but he knew he looked up to him because of the bravery in his voice and the strength in his will. Miroku, unlike his brother, was born under the shadow of his family's corruption.

Unable to defy his parents' legacy, Miroku was treated as the favorite of the two. His parents were certain his brother was throwing away his future but Miroku knew, deep down in his heart, how bright his brother's future was. Despite the fact he was never emotionally close to his older brother, his absence was disheartening. On the day he had left, his brother held him for what seemed like forever and whispered in his ear, "Follow your own path in life." Then he was gone.

With his brother disowned and discarded from the family will, Miroku was treated as the eldest and only son. With his brother gone, not only was Miroku forced to take over the family business but arranged to marry the daughter of her father's closest liaison. The marriage was pertinent to the stability of the corporation and the future of the family's legacy. Miroku accepted the responsibility with an awkward compliance and held his breathe.

He was always a smart guy, whose I.Q. reached genius. Although the classroom never posed as an obstacle for him, school was terror. Jealousy was a poison that had infiltrated the minds of his classmates. Despite all the power and prestige his family had, it was no match for slings and arrows of his classmates. Unlike his fancy clothes and expensive watch, he could not buy his classmates' friendships. He had to earn them but he did not know how. So, he awoke every morning like a bomb had exploded in his room and went to sleep with tears in his eyes.

His only friend through the years had been the blade on the floor and the books on the shelf. Too concerned for the wellbeing of their grand empire, his parents were oblivious to the pain he was suffering. Even as the pain began to reveal itself through the bags under his eyes and the cuts on his arms, they never noticed. Miroku was crying out to them but they never lifted an eye to the chaos consuming their son.

Finally unable to hold the anxiety inside, Miroku turned to the art of karate. It had been a hard task to keep his secret hidden, but his efforts were well worth it. He trained under the iron hand of his Sensei Kadju. The small studio was near his school and he had passed by it several times. He was drawn to the students practicing inside. Miroku longed to be that student. He longed to be anyone but himself because his self was a ticking time bomb. He was not sure how long he had left before he would finally explode. Karate was an outlet for his pain. He trained hard and worked relentlessly. His sensei had seen a potential in his student from the start which he worked to cultivate and expand. But, his sensei also saw the pain that was lingering over his beloved student like a rain cloud. He had trained Miroku to use his power and strength as a weapon of peace. Miroku tried to only use his training when needed. He had faltered several times though when he was bullied at school. Bringing them pain, he realized, gave him the release that even the blade lacked to provide.

In the dead of the night, he climbed out of bed and hunted for companions that shared his love for blood.

The effects of the drugs were still circulating through his body, so the task of opening his eyes needed twice the effort. They were heavy and seemed plastered to his face as though he hadn't opened them for years. It felt as though he were in an Impressionist painting. Gradually, his lids rose and a warm of blurry images penetrated his awkward vision. The room was purely white, he was sure, but the lack of color only heightened his perplexity.

A figure loomed over him like a tower. Because Kouga's vision was impaired, the figure was purely a moving jumble of brown, black, and white. Kouga grunted from his inability to move his body. In a need to move something, his eyes began to dart from one end of the room to the other in apparent confusion. The person over him, tried to calm him through fits of screaming. Kouga immediately recognized him as Inuyasha.

"Kouga! You're awake! You had me worried!" he yelled as though Kouga were deaf.

Kouga's vision slowly adjusted and finally Inuyasha's face came together. Although Kouga was sure he liked Inuyasha in blurry vision much better.

Despite the fact that his eyes had finally made their way to visual comprehension, his mouth was still a mixture of grunts and grumbles instead of words and sentences.

"Great! You fixed him! Now, I don't have to hear him talk!" Inuyasha chuckled.

You bitch! Where the hell am I? Damn, everything hurts.

Kouga's face was still a mess. Cuts and bruises scattered across his face. His upper lip was a swollen mess but luckily the red bump on his left eye served as a balance. The rest of his body was covered with a thin white sheet but Kouga was sure the rest of his body was badly bruised and beaten. It took a whole ten minutes before the feeling in his mouth came back.

"Where the hell am I? He screamed, trying to sit up. Inuyasha took a hand to his shoulder to sit him back down.

"Kohaku, he's broken again," Inuyasha said shaking his head and trying to restrain Kouga.

"Relax man, you're in the Trinity infirmary. They fixed you up so we didn't have to explain why you look like an elephant used you as a one night stand."

"I'm at Trinity? And I'm still alive?" he asked, calming down.

The two turned to Kohaku, who was rather enjoying the sight of the two quarreling.

"Yeah, I was wondering that too. But, Miroku insures me you're in good hands, asshole. So, get better so we can skip."

"I'm already better." Kouga sat up again but quickly lay back down from a blow to his side.

"Sure, you are," Inuyasha scowled. Inuyasha left his side and crossed the room to meet Kohaku.

He leaned forward and whispered, "Okay, so I know there's something in it for you."

Kohaku shook his head, "No, nothing. Just your joy and happiness."

Inuyasha grinned devilishly and grabbed the guy by the collar, "Don't shit with me! Now, tell me what's in it for you?"

Kohaku frowned looking down. He liked this shirt.

"Just accept it that there are good people out there."

"I do but we aren't good people."

Inuyasha patted his pants for his gun but remembered it was with Kagome. The thought of her made him come back to reality. He let go of his hold on Kohaku and backed away. Kohaku rubbed his swollen neck and laughed.

"You're such a hard guy to please, Inuyasha," he chuckled.

"Kouga, get your shit! We're leaving!"

Kouga stared at him and back down at the thin sheets that were covering his completely naked body.

"Inuyasha…"

"Don't complain! Just do it, Kouga. I don't care if you have to use that fucking sheet as a damn towel!"

"Excuse me but that's Trinity property. I expect some money for that," Kohaku said.

Kouga frowned, "How about all these tubes?" he asked. He looked down at the tubes running down his arm.

"Don't tell me I have to take these off myself!" he screamed.

Ten minutes later, the duo left the hospital, Inuyasha scowling like a madman and Kouga a naked mess, cupping his manhood. Fortunately, Kohaku had the decency to take out his support wires.

Sango ran outside the double doors and pressed her stomach against the balcony railing. She admired the view for a moment before lighting a cigarette and bringing it to her lips. The smoke never tasted so good. She hadn't smoked for a couple months now, intending to rid herself of the bundled death. But, she finally gave in to her urges and thought she deserved one. After all, she had aced her physics midterm and hadn't eaten more than a slice of the delicious chocolate cake sitting in their fridge. Then, there was the fact that she had called her brother and saved Inferno's ass. It was all for Miroku, she reminded herself.

After a couple puffs, she threw the still whole cig on the cemented balcony floor and stomped on it. No, she needed to stop. She sighed and looked out into the open city like she was in heaven. The lights below her radiated through the night sky.

After spending a couple hours at the Trinity hideout, she retreated back to her apartment. She was disappointed to find out that Inuyasha and Kouga had taken off despite the fact that Kouga was still in terrible condition. She knew he would have questions about the intentions of Trinity. Sango understood his predicament. He wasn't in the place to trust anyone. He was a primary target for a lot of gangs. There was no greater drug than power. Inuyasha had power. He was the leader of the underworld. People were scared of him. Kill the ruler, get the power.

She turned momentarily and stared at the living room. Kagome still had not returned. She didn't know where she was. Sango was more concerned with what happened with Inuyasha. It took a lot of willpower for Sango to leave Kagome alone with Inuyasha. Sango had heard a lot of stories of the famous Inuyasha and it was no secret that he had his share of ladies. It was his weakest link. Images of Inuyasha groping Kagome continued to haunt Sango's vision.

The bastard, if he even tried anything. I'll cut his…

Sango grunted and tore her eyes from the deserted room. Fortunately, Kagome had the keys to the car. Sango had to come up with one hell of a story to explain to her friends why the car was missing and their ride home was a taxi downtown.

It was so out of character for Kagome to act so irrationally. It appeared as though she was driven by something else. Sango arched her eyebrows and continued to search through the sea of lights. Kagome did not know it but Sango had watched the whole fight from afar. There were moments she had wanted to step in but she knew that her identity, at least for now, would have to remain a secret. Thank God she didn't jump in because little did she know that her best friend was hiding from a dumpster from a couple feet away.

There was something odd about the way Kagome looked at Inuyasha—as though she knew him. Impossible! Sango shook her head and searched in her pocket for her pack of cigarettes but thought the better of it.

Her mind wondered back to Miroku as it always did when loneliness sunk in. She had met him five months ago. She had hated him at first but her love for him bloomed. Now with him on her side, she felt invincible. When they had met, she instantly uncovered the sadness lurking behind his deep brown eyes. He had tried to cover it up over the years but it, nevertheless, surfaced. She had been the only one to ever notice it, it seemed. She had realized his sadness because it reflected her own.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the click of the key on the door.

Kagome had covered a good four miles of walking before she headed home. She needed time to contemplate over the decision she just made. Why was she taking this so hard? He simply asked her to be his girlfriend, not discover the cure to cancer. They would simply go out on dates, make-out, and watch movies. It wasn't brain science. And if it didn't work out, they would break up and maybe remain friends. But, every time she tried to picture his face in her head, her heart would ache. It was a warning that maybe he was not the one.

Finally, she searched through her coat pocket and dug out her key. She inserted it and unlocked the door. Upon opening it, she found Sango on the balcony. Kagome hoped she wasn't smoking again. She was so happy when she stopped. Kagome trudged her tired body forward. It was only now that she wished she hadn't walked so much.

"Kagome," Sango yelled from the balcony. Kagome accompanied her friend on the balcony and looked down at the barely smoked cigarette. She realized her friend's cravings were coming back slowly. Kagome knew there was something going on.

"It sucks how we never have time to just stand out here and look out into nothing," Sango said.

Kagome just smiled and nodded, watching Sango intently. She had known her practically all her life but knew she had so many secrets yet to tell.

"Sometimes I wish I could just fly out and…" Sango drifted off her sentence and looked down.

"And?" Kagome said.

"Never mind," Sango smiled and nudged her friend on her arm, "So what happened to you last night?"

Kagome immediately felt guilt rise up her body, "I'm so sorry Sango! I didn't mean to leave you guys there!" Kagome clung onto her friend and sighed. She hoped they didn't hate her. Sadly, she didn't even realize what a shit friend she was until now. She was too self-absorbed in her own drama to care.

"No worries, Kag. We managed. So did you meet some guy and didn't tell me?" her friend teased.

Kagome felt herself blush and smiled to cover up her flushing face, "No, nothing like that. I guess I was tired and stupid. Do you forgive me?"

Sango pursed her lips and shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know. It was a pretty fucked up thing to do."

Kagome hit her, "Don't be mean!"

Sango rubbed her arm and laughed, "Ouch! I told you it was okay!"

Kagome smiled, "Hey, what happened to you last night?"

Sango looked at her best friend and sighed, "I met a really hot guy and got laid."

"You little slut!" Kagome hugged her friend. Sango smiled and turned her head.

The tall lingering figure stood by the window on the forty-fifth floor, cleaning his gun with enthusiasm. He was whistling a tune to the Beatles "Hard Day's Night." He had reacquainted himself with the old office again. It smelled like cigarettes and alcohol—his two favorite pass times. He looked around and his eyes fell on the ten or so individuals sitting on the couch before him. The bunch was liken to a group of brooding barbarians—drinking, smoking, and yelling at the television.

"Go! You bastards! Damn Celtics can't cut it anymore!" one of them yelled.

The dark figure by the window sighed and put down his gun reluctantly. He hated to part with the small shiny object. He treated it better than his own kid, which he was sure he had plenty of somewhere in this God forsaken city.

He crossed the room and circled the couch. He watched as they continued to spew obscenities out of their mouth—in the form of both food and swearing.

"Shut the fucking T.V.!" he yelled, tired of their head-cracking shouting. It was like babysitting a group of overgrown babies.

"Aww boss! The games getting good! The ce--"

The tall figure grabbed the insolent man by the hair, pulling his head back so that it touched the couch. The man raised his eyes so that it met his boss'. His boss saw the fear in his face and smiled. Slowly, he reached into his box and retrieved a small switchblade. He slicked it open and showed the blade to the man, whose hair he continued to hold in place. But the man's thoughts weren't on the tugging on his hair but the blade in his view.

"Did I tell you, you could speak?" the boss asked.

The man was practically pissing in his pants. He violently shook his head, his lips quivering. The boss tugged on his hair, demanding a vocal answer.

The man arched his back from the pain and spoke, "No, sir, you didn't."

"Do you have a hearing problem?" he asked.

"No…no, sire…I do—don't."

The boss looked into his eyes and smiled, "That's what I thought."

He let go of his hair and the man relaxed. But out of nowhere, the boss swung and a quick hand across his face and before he knew it, half of his ear was lying on the ground next to him. He screamed, cupping his ear as a flow of crimson shot from his ear and covered half of his face. The blood seeped through his hands and continued to flow until a group of men threw him a towel. He clung onto his ear with the towel and headed for the corner of the room.

The boss slicked back the strands of hair that had escaped the prison of his gel and cleared his throat before wiping off the blade with a clean white handkerchief and slipping it into his pocket.

"Now, where was I? Oh, yes. I have great plans," he began, "be at your strongest men because it is time to act. I don't expect failure! If this doesn't go through, I will personally cut up every last one of you and feed you to my dog!"

The group stared at him in compliance, hiding the fear they felt.

Just then, someone clicked open the door and slid through it with ease. She lingered by the door for a second or so and admired the view. Her gaze directed itself to the leader of the group and she felt her thirst for him grow steadily. She let her smile curve into a seductive smile and slowly she made her way towards him, making sure every step accentuated all the curves of her body. She swayed with a sense of arrogance and she smelled of sex.

Her long brown hair drifted across the room like a ribbon. She wore a deep red dress which clung onto her body like a second skin. The group's eyes were fixed on her, drool dripping from their lips. She loved the attention and hungered for it. Finally, her black stilettos found their way to the leader and she stood by him, her hands on her hips.

They stared at each other for a second or two before he scooped her petite body into his hands and forced a kiss on her lips, which was aggressive and seductively passionate.

She broke away and shook her head, "Now, now. No dessert until you finish your homework."

He eased away and grinned, "Just in time. I was just telling them my plan."

She grinned, "Your plan?"

"To destroy Inferno and kill Inuyasha."

Hey guys! I hope its okay! I'm trying to make as many chappies before school starts! I have to make up for lost time! So, please R & R! It means a lot! And thanks to all those who have! I don't want to say too much so that I might give it away but all I have to say is that for all the InuKag fans, don't give up hope! Also, there will be more background stuff on Sango, Kagome, and especially Inuyasha…and some more about Miroku and Sango as well. Okay, that's all for now!!!

--co Tsukino