Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, I just own the plot and maybe some characters that are invented along the way. I don't own any copyright song, poetry, etc that was used in my fic.
As for the ending for this chapter, some verses are from a song called "Masterpiece Conspiracy" by P.O.D. I was able to finish the verses because I was inspired by the song. Thought I should put the disclaimer here instead of the end since it'll kind of ruin the story.
I really enjoy writing this story…it's like the sadistic and the cynical part of me is finding a release lol. I wrote this story up and proofread it in one day, so sorry if the grammar is really bad and stuff. Anyway, I hope you'll like this chapter! Read and review please so that I'll know what you think of the story ;p
Suggested music: Overload by Voodoo & Serano (Club mix)
Whisper No More- Ch 3
Unsurprisingly, Kagome was out of the hospital in no time. The hospital had no reason to keep her there. After all, she didn't have a single scratch on her body.
Physically,
A wound will heal in a day…a year…
Psychologically,
A scar can run deep…
Deep…so deep…
It will never heal
You won't even realize it's there
But it'll come back…always
Like a parasite…
You can't detect
Hurt you when you are the least expected…
Kagome…
By the time Kagome walked into her apartment, it was already three thirty in the afternoon. Kicking the door close behind her, she dumped her bags of groceries on the kitchen counter. She locked the door behind.
Sunlight poured through the living room window. Therefore, Kagome didn't bother turning any lights on.
Her apartment wasn't a big one; it was a standardized rectangular one. The kitchen was on the right of the entrance while the living room was on the left. If you walk down the hall, her husband's office was on the right, bath room on the left, and if you go straight, you'll enter the bedroom. This place wasn't big but it was comfortable enough for her husband and she to live in…that was until he…
Kagome shook her head as she flopped down on her sofa. She looked up at the ceiling, she didn't do much today but she was tired already. Closing her eyes, she relaxed, wanting to take a nap before doing anything else.
But it seemed that life doesn't work that way.
Just when she was about to fall asleep, the doorbell rang.
There are things that are better left unanswered.
There are things that are better left untouched.
But…
You answer them all
You touched them all
What's worse?
You don't even know what you'd done…
And now…
Groaning, Kagome rolled off the couch and opened the door. Standing in front of her was a man, somewhere between the age twenty-five and thirty. He looked Asian, but his black hair had gold strips on it. He was also wearing a FedEx uniform.
"Mrs. Inutaisho?" The man asked.
Kagome looked at him for a moment before nodding. Inutaisho was her husband's last name. Although she didn't change her last name after the marriage, there were those who referred her as Mrs. Inutaisho, which was fine with her. And especially now, she wished she'd taken his last name…
"Here's your package madam." He said while handing her a rectangular box. Then he took out his pen and passed it along with his clipboard. "All I need is your signature at the bottom."
Without a second thought, Kagome placed the box on the floor and signed the papers. The man ripped the top piece and gave it to her as he put his pen back into the pocket of his shirt. He nodded and left.
Kagome closed the door and picked up the box. Placing the box on the counter, she looked at her receipt to see who sent it to her.
Vincent Inutaisho.
What kind of sick joke is this? Feeling angry, Kagome wrenched her door open, and headed toward the elevator, trying to find that FedEx man.
He was nowhere in sight.
Good jokes make you laugh.
Bad jokes make you apathetic.
But the most effective of all…
Cruel jokes
Make you angry
Make you cry
Make you wish the other person dies
Cursing, Kagome went back into her apartment and slammed the door. She glared daggers at the box. Her husband was dead for three months! Although Kagome didn't want to believe it, she was slowly accepting the fact. However, she would never forgive the culprit who used her husband's name!
However…what if it really was her husband who'd sent it to her? But why the three month delay?
The past shall remain the past.
The dead should remain dead.
But what happens if the past is catching up to you?
Does that mean the dead shall once again become alive?
Kagome sighed, she needed her coffee.
As she waited for water to boil in the kettle, she turned back to the box. Narrowing her eyes, Kagome ripped the tape off the box and opened it. She lifted the box up with the opening facing down, dumping its content out.
Only a few things fell out.
Kagome looked into the box and found it indeed empty. What the hell? Such a big box for such a small number of things?
There were only two things: one was a small glass container with something glowing in it. The second one was an arrow which was snapped into two. Kagome picked up the glass container and examined it.
There were a few pieces of transparent, almost crystal-like shards in it. They were the things that were giving the white glow. She twisted the lid open and took one of the shards out. The glow changed to pink. The shard was warm to her touch, as if…it was welcoming her.
Welcome back!
Welcome back!
We were separated for so long
We missed you
We broke apart…you see
You and us…
She couldn't describe what she was feeling right now. She wanted to cry in some way, like she'd finally found her long lost doll. The feeling, the power that the shard was radiating…made her felt like a lost part of her had came back.
A lost part of her?
You tried to gather us back
Piece by piece…
One by one…
But not fast enough
Therefore…
Sorry…
Kagome dumped the shard back into the container like it was infectious.
We changed owners…
We turned against you
Against our will?
We have no will…
To us, there is only one will…
The will of our master…
Of course it was ridiculous to think a dead object was warm and welcoming her since everyone knew…
But we are now back together
Everything will be the same as it was
The same…
With a few exceptions of course…
For instance…
Dead objects can't be a part of a living being.
You didn't finish collecting all of us yet…
We don't want to do the same thing to you once more…
But then again…
We have no preference
We are dead objects after all
Kagome sighed, and hoped that she wasn't really developing a mental illness. She moved onto examining the broken arrow. The wood was old, since it was decaying and stuff. She picked up the part which had the arrowhead attached. She ran her fingers along the head…
Her kettle screamed.
Her hand jerked and she felt pain immediately. "Shit…"
Well, at least she knew that the arrow was real since the arrow head was so damn sharp.
Blood oozed out from her cut and dripped into the container.
"Damn it,"
The shards turned blood red.
She took no notice of the change. With her uninjured hand, Kagome moved the kettle off the stove and turned off the fire. She moved toward her medical cabinet, wanting to get a Band-Aid over her wound as soon as possible.
Then the large window at the living room shattered.
Kagome turned around…
And screamed.
It was the FedEx man from before. He stood in her living room, swaying back and forth like he was a drunkard. His face was pale, his mouth opened and closed; saliva was dripping out of his mouth.
There was also a large hole at the place where his heart was.
The scent of blood was overpowering.
Kagme slowing moved backwards, until she banged into something—the stove. She swallowed, trying to keep herself calm. The only that was separating her from him was the kitchen counter.
The FedEx man rushed toward her. Scared, Kagome grabbed the kettle which was filled with hot water and threw it at the man. She ran toward the closest room possible—in this case, her husband's office. She slammed the door and locked it.
Breathing heavily, she stared at the door, unable to believe that she'd actually made it. She felt she was grasping something, opening her hand, she saw the glass container.
She didn't even realize that she'd taken it with her.
BOOM!
The door shook.
He was ramming the door. Kagome knew that the door won't hold for long.
Weapon! She needed a weapon!
Panicked, she looked around the room. She hadn't been in this room ever since her husband died. Even during the time when he was alive, she barely came in here since she usually does her work at the kitchen counter and she didn't want to bother her husband while he was working…
She picked up a letter opening knife on the desk and jerked around when she heard another ram.
It was as if the whole apartment was shaking! If he was that strong…Kagome looked at the small knife in her hand, she will need a bigger weapon!
But there's nothing! She'd looked through the room already except…
Her eyes settled on the large wooden closet that was behind the desk, locating at the left corner of the room. She threw the closet door open.
The closet was filled with binders and folders. However, at the top rack, there was a large rectangular glass frame, inside; there was a bow and a quiver of arrows. Stepping aside, she pulled the thing out. The glass box smashed into pieces as it impacted the ground.
At the same time…
Let's begin the countdown…
The door was knocked down.
The countdown of doom…
The sound of Kagome's heartbeat was pounding in her ears.
5…
Lub Dub
4…
Lub Dub
3…
Lub Dub
2…
Lub Dub
1…
Lub Dub
Kagome's mind went blank.
Lub Dub…
It's a masterpiece conspiracy!
The stage is set,
Everyone is playing a role…
Liar, deceiver, betrayer, back stabber…
Can you tell who is who?
But it doesn't matter…
Take a bow anyway Kagome
Because you are the main dancer…
Red lights of betrayal, deceived again
Exposed by the light, true colors ascend
First mistake…
You were never ready
Now dance with the dead
Better than facing the living
They, at least, are not ten times more deadly
Virus in the system, crash the mainframe
"Overload, overload!"
You are ignorant
Because you don't understand
You are fearless
Because you have yet to experience true suffering
Uprise, now fall in line
Roll with the pack or get left behind
But sometimes…being left behind might not be bad at all
But then again…
You don't have a choice Kagome…
You were born being part of the production….
Now…
Enjoy the horror…
Ah yes…
Welcome to Hell Kagome…
