Miyu: well, it's 12:15 in the morning, so if this turns out crappy…you know why.
Ryuu: miyu isn't too happy about the amount of replies she's gotten…or lack thereof. And trust me, she has let me know about her frustrations…several times. A day.
Miyu: well, here's the story.
Inuyasha stared blankly at the trees as he passed them, following the stench of alcohol. He was a walking black hole, swallowing everything that came near him, absorbing the light of the moon, and leaving only a dark aura trail.
But he didn't sense any of it. He didn't sense anything at all. He could smell the trees, the dirt, the grass…and he could smell nothing.
The world was violently spinning around him, but at the same time, he felt as though he weren't moving at all, and time were frozen.
A thousand thoughts passed through his mind, and, where he asked to, he couldn't remember a single one. He was aware of everything and nothing.
"She certainly was a strange one, wasn't she?"
Inuyasha slowly walked up behind them, a non-existent bringer of death, his claws practically stretching on their own. His blood boiled and raced in his veins, and his heart stilled to silent nothing. He faintly recognized the demon in him awakening, felt the desperate need for blood.
And he could do nothing but satisfy the deafening wail in his ears.
First the closest, which happened to be Toothless. A swipe of the hand and the disgusting, pathetic excuse for a man was nothing but a beautiful pile of bloody flesh and bones.
The other three didn't hear a thing.
It happened so fast, Inuyasha hardly remembered it. All he remembered was a dark wish in the back of his mind…a wish that he could repeat this over and over. They didn't deserve to die once. They deserved hell. They deserved to die a thousand times, they deserved to lose everything, they deserved to lose their…
Family. Inuyasha blinked. Yes, of course. They deserved to watch their family be slowly ripped apart. Of course. That's what they deserved. But not just that. More…they needed more pain.
It's a funny feeling to lose your soul. You don't know that you've lost it…all you are is numb. There is no hate, no anger, no pain…just numbness. Just emptiness.
Inuyasha felt it in spades as he dragged the wild-haired man through the woods. There was only one village close enough and in the general direction the men were heading. That had to be the man's home. That was where Inuyasha would exact revenge. Not that it mattered anymore…nothing mattered. Everything had become hollow and empty. Like glass jars.
"Please! Please, I'll give you anything! Anything! Just please, let me live! PLEASE!" The man begged as he grabbed at the ground.
Inuyasha's eye twitched, and he stopped.
"Did you listen?"
The Wild-hair swallowed and stared up at Inuyasha with beady black eyes. "Wh…wha?"
"I said, did you listen."
Wild-hair swallowed again, harder this time.
"Did you listen to her when she begged you not to hurt her? Did you even hear her?" Inuyasha whirled around and dug his nails into the man's scalp.
"I'm sorry! Please, please, don't hurt me! I'm so sorry!"
For the first time that night, Inuyasha smiled. "Sorry isn't good enough. But don't worry." He turned and continued walking. "You'll pay. You…and everyone else."
Sango numbly cleaned all of Kagome's cuts and gashes, trying so very hard to disconnect herself from the volcano of emotion that was threatening to erupt at any moment. She rinsed the cloth again, squeezing the excess water out, then turned back to Kagome, blinking when she realized that the cloth and water were bright red.
She looked down at Kagome's bare body. The more serious of the wounds were clean and ready to be bandaged. Methodically, she prepared everything and dressed Kagome's wounds, years of helping her father spilling out automatically.
Someone was humming. Who was that?
"You have a pretty voice." Sango jumped about a mile and turned around to see Miroku standing in the doorway.
"Did you get Kaede?" Sango asked flatly.
"I am here," the raspy old voice of Kaede answered for Miroku. She made her way over to Sango and Kagome. "Sango, Miroku, please leave for a moment."
Miroku nodded, and Sango swallowed hesitantly before getting up and slowly walking towards Miroku. With a final, sorrowful look back at Kagome, she left.
Kaede sighed and merely sat next quietly next to Kagome for several minutes, her breathing steady, her heartbeat calm. She sensed Kagome's breathing slow, steady itself, her heartbeat returning to normal, beating with Kaede's.
"So, Kagome. Let me ask you…why are you laying here?"
Kagome said nothing.
"What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for it to go away? Because, if you are, I promise you, it won't."
Silence.
"I guess you aren't like Kikyo."
Blink.
"No. But that's okay…everyone is allowed to be weak, I suppose, if they really want to."
Blink…swallow.
"I just thought you would fight this. Granted, you wouldn't fight it like Kikyo. She would withdraw, but continue her duties. But somehow, I thought you would be different."
Blink.
"I thought nothing could bring you down. I mean, if Naraku couldn't bring you down, what could?"
Kagome stared at the wall in front of her, her chin propped on her elbows, and odd look on her face.
"I thought you were a fighter. Tell me…where do you suppose Inuyasha is right now?"
"Oh, please! Please, take me, kill me, but let the children live!" The woman screamed shrilly, hiding her two boys behind her, staring into the face of pure terror.
Inuyasha smirked. "Let them live? Why? So they can continue to pollute this world with their human ways? So they can hurt others? I don't think I can do that."
The silver-haired demon cracked his knuckles, all humanity in him nearly gone. He was on a mission, a crusade; only he could protect the innocent in the world from man's deceitful immorality.
And if that meant killing every single person on the planet, then so be it.
Miyu: ok, I can hardly keep my eyes open now. If there are any mistakes in the storyline, please, let me know.
Ryuu:snore:
Miyu: mmm…sleep… :curls up next to ryuu and prepares for sleep: oh! Before I forget….REVIEW:falls asleep with visions of evil inuyasha's dancing through her head:
