well... this is the last chapter. I've been having a bit of trouble writing lately, and I thought this story will get more reviews. I'm sorry for how badly written it is. Just read and review, okay?
note to self: never write in first person again unless it's for a oneshot...
Disclaimer: I don't own any IY characters. I am nowhere near that creative. It isn't in my mental capacity to write about zombie priestesses and sexy spider demons (even if he does have tentacles and a hideous demon form). Koga maybe, but I don't own him. TT
Two weeks passed, and I was back to work. Kikyo was kind enough to give me a paycheck, despite my absence, and Sesshomaru was as supportive as he could be. Kagome and her health crazed boyfriend Hojo even came over and helped around the house.
The sheen of the old-style diner that I worked at was a welcome sight after two weeks locked in my bedroom. The tables and stools seemed to glisten more than usual, and everybody was exceptionally cheerful. For a few minutes, I forgot about Naraku.
"Hey, Kagura," Kikyo shouted towards me, standing at her office door. "You may have had a rough time, and gotten off of work, but don't let that get to your head. You still have a job to do, so get to it."
"Yeah, okay." I muttered, picking up a rag and moving to wipe a coffee stain off the countertop.
"So, did Sesshomaru stop by at all?" Kagome asked. My old urges to throttle her for snooping returned.
"Yes, now shut up." I muttered.
The door opened, and Sesshomaru entered. His face did not change much, but I could tell that he was glad to see me back in work. He took off his black leather jacket, and sat down at a stool, across from me.
"Good to see you back. Doin' okay?" he asked, with a little bit of concern in his voice.
"I guess." I remarked. Kagome and Hojo sat nearby, listening in. Koga walked up between our groups, and broke off any conversations.
"Girls, get ready, we have a large party coming in." Koga sighed, and waved his ladle. I looked outside to see how many would be coming in. My heart stopped.
A man with long, dark hair and pale skin was in the doorway. His purple shirt and blue jeans fluttered a bit. Behind him were a young man and woman. Both had long, fair colored hair, pale skin, and wore light colored clothing.
Naraku, Kanna, and Juromaru had come.
Naraku walked up to the counter, polite as anybody could be, and place a large order. Kanna and Juromaru waited quietly by the door, their faces expressionless. Their arms were unusually stiff, like they had something stuffed up their jacket sleeves.
Naraku didn't look towards me, so I slipped from behind the counter. There was a strange thought in my head that I would be safer hiding behind Sesshomaru.
"Damn, you ordered a lot," Koga exclaimed minutes later, he and his friends balancing many trays stacked high with food on them. "You sure you won't need a doggy bag?"
"Oh, I'll be fine," Naraku purred, deceptive voice reeling in Koga and the others like a worm leading the fish to the hook. "I'll just need you to get on the floor now!"
That was apparently the signal, as Kanna and Juromaru whipped out some vicious looking shotguns. Naraku reached to his sides and brandished a pair of handguns, one pointed at Koga's face, the other towards Sesshomaru and I.
Kikyo poked her head out of her door, obviously trying to make sense of the racket out here. Juromaru responded by pointing his gun at Kikyo's face. My boss didn't even flinch or show any sign of fear.
"Wench," Naraku snarled at Kikyo, pointing his gun away from Koga and towards the courageous woman. "On the floor and against the wall, now!"
Kikyo merely sighed and did as she was told. Juromaru kept his gun on the restaurant owner the whole time. Naraku, however, turned his gun away from my boss and cocked it towards Sesshomaru. One on each of us.
"So, dear daughter," he snarled, surprisingly white teeth flashing. "Thought you'd get away, did you?"
Sesshomaru tensed next to me, as if he were going to attack my father. Naraku apparently noticed, and pressed on the trigger on the gun in my face threateningly.
"Make a move, and I blow her skull off."
Sesshomaru loosened up a bit. I looked a bit past Naraku, and saw Kagome back up a bit into the kitchen. She slipped out of sight, and I heard the sounds of her purse unzipping and the faint beeps of her cell phone. For once, I prayed that she wouldn't be caught, and that it was the police that she was calling.
My father took the gun away from my face for a few seconds. Now that everybody was good and scared, he found it safe to take a stroll around. He fiddled with the cash register, and peeked in Kikyo's office, remarking on how clean it was.
Kanna tensed a few minutes later, and pointed her gun at the window, ready to shoot it out. We were greeted seconds later by the wail of police sirens. Naraku and Juromaru snarled, and spun about frantically. They stared out the window, and found the restaurant surrounded by police cars. Armed cops stood behind their opened car doors, guns drawn.
"Damn…" Naraku hissed.
"WE HAVE THE PLACE SURROUNDED," a policeman announced on a megaphone. "COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEADS, ALL THREE OF YOU."
Naraku looked around frantically, and then set his eyes on me. He handed one gun to Kanna, and ran over with his hand outstretched. He grabbed my shirt collar, and pulled me upright. I felt the cool metal of the barrel of his gun pressing against the side of my head.
"Don't move," he growled in my ear. He walked me over to the window and turned to the cops outside, jamming the gun harder against my head.
The cops outside paused. A couple of them ducked behind their car doors, radioing their status to whoever was in charge. Minutes passed, and little changed. Everything was at a standstill. The police had no negotiator, and everybody knew that every minute that passed with little done, the less chance I had of making it out alive.
"It doesn't always turn out in the favor of the human shield." I thought to myself as a gun clicked. "This is it."
Suddenly, the glass shattered, and a bang followed, but I found myself still standing. Suddenly, a warm liquid started spilling across my back, and Naraku fell back, dead. I looked up, through the shattered window. Sitting on a rooftop was a police sniper.
I dropped to my knees, overcome by it all. Kanna and Juromaru paused for a minute, and went along with the police's demands. Around me, coworkers and customers came out of their stupor. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and looked up.
"Sesshomaru…"
"You made it through. Good for you."
Police came rushing in, and paramedics arrived on the scene. Around me were my friends. How could I have thought I would go through this alone?
Bad, huh? Well, in a few months, I plan on having a much better Kagu/Sessh story. Guess who the antagonist will be in that one.
Thank you to those who reviewed!