A/N: It's been a long week but I finally found some time to write the next chapter, mostly due to me having to miss school this Thursday due to catching the flu that's been going around lately. I also might be able to get another one up by the end of this week but no promises. If you are reading this right now then you better leave a review, I don't care what you say as long as you say SOMETHING! So thank you for your time and enjoy the next chapter.
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Chapter 7
Inuyasha awoke and opened his eyes much to the dismay of his head as a bright light flashed before him. The throbbing would not stop, and as he searched the room the memories came flooding back to him, the fight, the dagger, and the wounds. It seemed that he wouldn't stop bleeding, and if he did not get help soon he would most certainly die.
His thoughts were interrupted though by the sounds of sirens; it appeared as if the 'cops' he had heard so much about had finally arrived. He didn't want to have to interact with any people in this era right now, especially in his weakened condition. So he stood up ignoring the searing pain and just before he jumped through one of the broken windows into the back alleyway he picked up the sword Techbu had dropped during their fight, the arm disintegrated at his touch. He shrugged it off and left. Inuyasha continued on jogging at a relatively slow pace only to glance back every few steps.
He barely recognized his surroundings with his blurred vision but had traveled these streets so many times that he didn't need his eyesight to know where he was going. Inuyasha had just about made it to the end of the alley when a small shuffling sound came from just in front of him in one of the nooks that flooded the place. Acting out of instinct he raced over there grabbing and suspending the mysterious figure in the air prepared to slice its throat. He focused his vision to see it was a girl, flashes of past memories of his times with Kagome flooded back to him. They both looked so alike to him, releasing her he waved his hand as to tell her to go. She quickly took off down the alleyway after taking one last long look at the tortured hanyou.
Inuyasha stood there trying to shake off the agony that he was feeling, the pain was beginning to drain him of any energy he still had left. His vision was beginning to blur to the point of where he couldn't make out any colors, he knew he only had a short amount of time before he would pass out. Slowly he continued on his way while being on the lookout for any humans.
He passed lamppost after lamppost while trailing a thick red line of blood behind him, he knew he couldn't give up now; all he had to do was make it back to the past. He jogged down the street when he noticed the shrine away in the distance. He ran up the stairs and into the decaying building which held his time, more memories flooded back to him as he dived into the well. And as the blue mist surrounded him he lost all consciousness due to his enormous blood loss, he could only hope that they would be sitting by the well waiting for him.
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"Did you hear something?" Questioned a very worried yet confused Sango.
Miroku nodded, "Yes, I thought I heard it coming from the well over there."
They proceeded to walk over to where the Bone Eaters' well lay, to discover the one thing they were not prepared to face, an unconscious hanyou that was covered in blood. Miroku slid down the ladder they had installed so many years ago and looked Inuyasha over, he didn't seem very good. He tossed him over his back and began to climb back up the ladder despite the heavy amount of weight that was threatening to send him tumbling back down.
Miroku laid Inuyasha on the ground and motioned for Sango to come over to him. "Will you be able to help him?"
Sango attempted to mask her doubt and tried to reassure him along with herself. "Yes, but I will need some supplies. Can you hurry back to the village and grab some medicine, I don't think we should be moving him when he's in this bad of condition." Miroku nodded and quickly took off, all Sango could do was wait and pray.
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A strong yellow light flashed and Techbu appeared, he walked over to a table and grabbed a white towel and began to wipe off the sweat and blood droplets that covered his face. He proceeded to take out the dagger and placed it on a small knife rack before throwing his towel next to it. His rage was becoming almost unbearable, true that his wounds would heal and his arm would grow back with time. But the fact that he had let a mere half-demon do as well as he did just infuriated him.
He opened a book that lay inside a small dusty cabinet, and paged through the entire thing looking for a certain chapter. It didn't take him long before he found what he wanted, reading it he remembered that he could not kill the girl until the next full moon, which was exactly two weeks from now.
Throwing the book into the corner in frustration he began to pace back and forth. It was all coming true, within those two weeks the half-breed would come, but he would die along with his friends.
He took out the sword he had stolen from the museum before and examined it. "So this is the famous Tetsusaiga that he uses." Techbu mumbled to himself, "It seems that I will have to kill him with his own blade, what delicious irony." He then proceeded to storm out of the room to check on more pressing matters at the moment. 'They will all be slaughtered before this is over, and soon my people will rule over this land once again.' Techbu's eyes blazed a deep fiery red as he sped down the halls to his next destination.
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A/N: Hope you liked the chapter, and a little heads up is that the next chapter will reveal a good deal of questions that have been e-mailed to me as of late. Have a nice weekend and I'll try to get the next chapter up soon enough even though I have a bad case of the flu. So review, because if you don't then you'll die…eventually.
