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Chapter Five:

"Naraku," She chirped. That was her cute little nickname for him. The young adolescent looked up at her. Her face was illuminated by her bright smile. Her slick ebony hair was pulled into a bun. Loose hairs framed her face. To him, she looked so beautiful. Her arms were bruised after her beating from the other day. He didn't understand why anyone would want to hurt her, but he didn't mind it.

He straightened his shirt and looked into his narrow eyes. Narrow. Angry. Sad. Her eyes were always the same, even when she was smiling like she was now. But those eyes made her beautiful. That's how he could recognize her, always. He wanted to see those eyes.

She grinned, he embraced her, his mother. She wiped the tears from his eyes, and then her own. "It's okay, dad was nice this time, only a few bruises, no blood."

"I'm so glad!" He smiled into her shirt. He'd been really worried about her. "What was he mad about?" She dragged her fingers through his curly hair. "Well?"

"Nothing sweetie." She replied as she rubbed his back to comfort him, to sooth him.

He pulled his head up. "It had to be something…it's always something."

Her hands stopped moving. She gripped his arm. "Well…if you must know…" Her hold on his arm tightened. "He was angry because the kitchen was a mess when he woke up. The dishes hadn't been done." Her grip on his arm tightened more. It almost hurt him. "But if I remember correctly," She paused, " You're the one who dirtied those dishes."

She grabbed his hair with her other hand and began to lightly tug at it.

"Sorry mom." He whispered. He ignored the growing pain; it wasn't the first time this had happened.

"Oh don't worry Naraku, it wasn't anyone's fault," Her grip tightened even more. He could feel her nails puncture his skin. "But yours! It's always your fault! You don't do the dishes! You don't clean up your mess!" She let go of his arm and pulled him across the room by his hair. His skull was on fire, she was pulling him faster then he was moving.

"Mom." He began meekly. "Shut your mouth!" She slapped him. Her eyes were angry, that single emotion prevailed. But he preferred them another way. "You always cause me trouble! Do you like seeing me get hurt by that bastard?" She screamed as she dragged him towards the kitchen.

His lips curved into a smile.

She pointed to the sink. "See this? This isn't mine! But then, whose could it be?" She motioned towards the pile of dirty dishes. She yanked a drawer open roughly. It made a loud clang. She frustratedly began digging for something.

"Mom, I don't think that's a good idea." He said mockingly, as she pulled out a cutting knife.

"Don't tell me what's a good idea, you brat! You don't know anything!"

He smiled. "You know what Dad'll do when he finds out." He said calmly.

Something flickered in her eyes. Fear. But the anger burst through them again. 'That bastard isn't going to find out anything!' "I don't give a fuck! That bastard can go to hell for all I care! I'm leaving him, you, this house...hell, I'm leaving this whole miserable life!" She shakily brought the knife to her son's throat. 'It'll all be over soon...alll of my problems.'

He felt the cold metal cut through his skin. It was slow. The itchy pinch against his skin soon became dull pain. He kept a smile on his face as his eyes glazed over.

'I can't believe this! The little freaks enjoying this!' She thought to herself as she applied more pressure to the knife.

He loved seeing her all fired up like this. He loved this pain, so wonderfully bitter, so...erotic. He was some how aroused, this is what he wanted so very much. "You'd better stop." He mocked the angry woman.

She stopped and stood up straight. A tear fell down her cheek. 'What am I doing?!?! This is my child!' She slowly backed up, step be painfully slow step. She felt the cold counter against her legs. 'But...why am I backing up? Is it because he's smiling at me like that? Why is he doing that!' Fear crossed her eyes once more.

He pulled the knife from his neck, it had barely broken the skin. 'Man, how slow was she gonna kill me?' He held the knife in his hand and walked up to her."Mom, why so you look so scared? Are you afraid of Dad?" He raised an eyebrow. "...or are you afraid of me?" He licked his thin lips. 'Mom...' He threw the knife at the paralyzed woman. She was too confused in her own thoughts to dodge. She HAD been in a trance, but not any more. The knife was jamme din her throat. "Perfect Aim." He chuckled to himself.

She coughed. She looked puzzled. Her body heaved forward with the next cough. She raised her hands to her mouth. 'Blood?' She began to feel light headed. The dark liquid slowly dripped from the corner of her mouth.

The floor was now speckled with flecs of blood. 'I'm dying now aren't I?' She felt her eyes roll up, her body fell down. 'Well...now I'm leaving everything like I said I was....It's about time.' Her eyes closed for the last time.

He stood there looking at her. He now understood the excitiment his father got ouit of hurting her. She was so...pitiful. Such a sad specimen. But those eyes! Their sadness had appeared just before she died...the side of them he liked. Despite the utensil in her neck, she looked most beautiful before death. That sadness...that anguish...he liked that.

But this was just a memory- a dream of what had once happened. Now he was holding that annoying girl by her neck. He'd been sleeping quite peacefully, dreaming of that day when... "Kagome...you should learn to be more silent."

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She sat in her car. She was staring at the window, tracing the blood- her blood. 'How could I have gotten out of control like that? It's not the first time I've dremt of Kohaku's death! What got me so fried up this time?" She grabbed a bottle of water, and a jacket that was lying on the front seat. She poured the temperate water on the cloth and began to wipe away the blood. "How could I haev hurt myself like this without waking up?" She stared at her bloody fist.

She shook her head. "I have to stop thinking about this and work on the case. Inuyasha's life is at stake!" She allowed her mind to drift to that situation. 'Inuyasha doesn't have the best past. I mean, he was involved in a gang, but that doesn't automatically make him guilty of some kind of crime. The bad part is that the D. A. has evidense against him. He said this Kouga guy framed him. That makes me mad! It's one thing for gangs to fight, but to kill- that's a whole other issue! That' s when innocent people get involved...like my beloved brother. Other gangs are always prepared, they don't die. They know danger is coming, but innocent people- they are unaware and unprotected! Just like that Houjo guy who's dead.' (There's more of my effed up reasoning, like it?)

Her blood boiled. 'If this Kouga guy is anything like the person who killed Kohaku...he will die.' She shook her head. 'Sango! Be reasonable! You beleive that no one has the right to kill but God, you've always believed that.' She shook her head. 'What was I thinking? First I cry in MIROKU'S arms, I promised myself I'd never do that again, and then I think of getting someone killed. What's wrong with me? Is this case hitting too close to home? Should I stop? Will Inuyasha be safe without me? Would his new lawyer see the truth as I see it? So clearly in his innocent eyes...'

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"Kagome...you should learn to be more silent."

'Who is that? How does he know my name?' She was confused. First she wakes up in a strange house, and now her life is in danger. 'That voice, I've heard it before, but it isn't exactly familiar.'

She felt the thin blade dig into her flesh. "Oww!" The sharp sting was unprepared for. She knew the knife was there, but she hadn't expected him to use it. 'That's it, I'm going to die now aren't I?'

"Be cooperative please." the voice from behind her was quite calm.

"Please stop! Why do you want to hurt me?" She twisted herself around to face him, the knife lightly cutting her around the neck. He hadn't been using much force to keep her still. He wasn't expecting her to resist.

Her eyes widened when she saw his pale face, his oily curls, his thin, slimy lips. 'The janitor! What is he doing here?'

He stood still. 'She actually has the gaul to turn around when a knife is at her neck? No one has ever resisted death like this, never in my hands.'

"Sir, why are you trying to kill me? All I did was treat you to icecream."

Her eyes were big and pleeding. She wasn't scared, or at least she wasn't showing it. That wasn't what he thought they'd be like. They were curious, but alarmed. 'In fact,' He thoguht. 'The last time I'd seen them, they were happy. Well...this won't do, I'll have to change that. Though with someone like her, it might take some time.' He let go of her.

"Now why'd you let me go? You don't make any sense!" She yelled at him in frustration.

'What? Now she's mad that I didn't kill her?' "I...have plans for you." He smiled, a rather disturbing smile.

'Great...now he's gonna rape me or something worse. I thought I'd be dead, now I'm going to suffer for some weird reason. I'd rather be dead.'

(No, Kagome didn't want to die, she was just 'cought up in the moment')

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He was writing the answer for the last question. Chemistry wasn't really his forte, but then again that's why he was taking it for the second time. And because this was his second time around, he was working exceptionally hard at it. He licked his lips as he wrote the last word. 'Finally! That sure took me long enough.' He stood up and stretched his arms.

He was in the library, it was after school so most everyone was at home already. He walked to the window. The library was on the second floor so he had an over view of the walkway outside. 'Like I thoguht, not a single soul.' He went back to the table and grabbed his things.

"Ooh, better not forget this!" He grabbed the camera he'd brought to school. He needed it here for two reasons: he was taking photography class, and he took pictures for the school newspaper.

He took one last look outside, no one there. He walked out into the empty hall. The school was really quiet after four, kind of creepy. He walked down the stair well and onto the walkway.

'You know...someone wanted to write an article about the weather and plants around school...' He looked at the old oaks at the side of the school. 'Well, my camera is set for taking color pictures, but that doesn't matter, the picture can be changed.' he shrugged his shoulders and photographed random shots of the ancient trees.

And then he saw her. Sango. The girl he liked. But she hadn't been to school at all that day. She stood there, in between the oak trees. She was staring at nothing, but her eyes looked so full of thought. She was zoned out. She looked...sad.

But the thing is, Sango never looked sad, or at lest Miroku had never seen her look that way. In fact, he'd never seen her look in any way vulnerable at all. So why'd she look that way now? Was her tough exterior at school just an act? Or did something bad happen...?

He took a picture of her, she didn't seem to notice. 'Hmm...that's odd.' She'd always seemed so perceptive around him, she was always aware of the things around her. So he decided to find out what was wrong.

"Sango." He called lowly. He thought she looked upset so he didn't want to take a very direct approach. "Sango?" She hadn't seemed to have heard him.

He slowly walked up to her. He was actually in front of her now, and she seemed to be looking through him, like he was just air. That hurt, it hurt him a lot.

'The girl I like doesn't even noticce me when there's no one else around. Guess there's no hope for me after all.'

He was about to walk off when he noticed something. A tear. A tear was slowly sliding down her face. "M-Miroku..." She trailed off. She latched onto him, holding herself tightly against him. crying into his chest. "Ko-Kohaku's dead!"

His eyes widened. 'Kohaku...that's her brother.' He patted her back. "It's okay Sango." 'I'll be here for you, I love you.'

"MIroku! Miroku!" He looked up. But he wasn't at school anymore, and the girl in front of him was not Sango. "Miroku! I know you've been working hard and all, and you're probably tired, but you could at least look a littel excited while we're on a date!" Koharu plopped down across the table from him. "What were you thinking about anyway? You looked so caught up."

'I was thinking about the girl I loved. The girl I love. The girl that loved me at one point- before I blew it.' He mentally slapped himself before responding. "Nothing."

She smiled and gave him a light kiss.

He responded, this being one of his favorite parts of their dates.

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He roughly closed his locker as he walked towards the cafeteria. 'Dammit! Why the hell isn't she here today! First I don't see her last night, now she's absent! Does God not want me to talk to her or something?' He stomped down the hallway. The other students parted to get out of his way, just as the sea parted for Abraham. "No one better get in my way! I'm having a bad day, and I won't hesitate to hurt anyone, even a girl!" He yelled.

He recieved worried glances, but no one dared to challenge him. It seemed like his reputation proceeded him. ...Well he HAD been arrested, and he was a suspect for murder. This was a pretty small town, so by now everyone knew his situation.

He was in the gloomy cafeteria now. The walls were filthy after experienceing so many food fights. All the tables were empty, everyone ate outside these days. The wretched cafeteria food wasn't being served, no one was THAT hungry. He walked towards the vending machines. The lines were incredibly long. He was incredibly impatient. He stood at the end of the line silently. The other students were happily chatting with eachother. Smiled covered the innocent, happy faces.

A happy couple was embracing in the corner. 'It must be nice to have someone like that. Someone to hold in your arms. Someone to want you with all their heart.'

He switched his gaze. He noticed two girls standing in front of him. They were whispering secrets in each others ears. They were giggling at some recent gossip. 'Aren't those Kagome's friends?' He asked himself. He looked at the vending machines. The lines had barely moved forward. 'Damn!' He felt himself shaking. He wasn't hungry, he was anxious. He wanted to get out of the cafeteria as soon as possible, to get away from all the people around him. He felt so alone even though he was surrounded by so many people.

'All of my life I felt alone. I'm a hanyou; I'm different from everyone else. No one has ever accepted me, no one ever cared. And then there was Kagome... SHe was the nicest person I had ever met. She didn't seem to care that I was different, and that I had a bad reputation, she accepted me for who I was and befriended me. And then I had to blow it. She cared more for me than my own family! ...And I had to chase her away!' He mentally slapped himself.

A single strand of hair fell across his face. He blew it. The hair slowly flew up in the air. Then it fell to his face again. 'You will d-' His conversation with himself was interuppted.

"Inuyasha?" A girl's voice came from the side of him.

"What?" He asked snappily.

"Chill out! It's not my fault you're mad!" He turned to the voice. It was one of Kagome's friends. Yuri? The was about the same height as Kagome, five foot two. Short, or at least compared to Inuyasha's six feet and four inches. She was being awfully daring towards him, so he decided to listen.

"Well...what do you want?"

She brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I called Kagome last night." His ears perked up.

"And..?" He urged her on with his hand.

"She wasn't home."

'Well, she must have called before I got there or something.' He staid silent.

"Her mom said you came to visit."

He looked down at the ground. Avoiding the girl's gaze. 'So...when did she call? I was there pretty late, when's Kagome's curfew anyway?'

"Inuyasha." The girl liftede Inuyasha's face with her hand. "It's obvious you like Kagome, it's always been." The girl blinked her long lashes.

"But you see, the thing is w-"

"We've been very worried about her!" The other friend broke in.

"Yea! Kagome's been wound up in your life for a while now! She was depressed the whole time you were gone! That was fine until..."

"Until you came back! She was happy when you were about to get out. She even went to visit you during school hours! You know she hates missing school, ruining her perfect record!"

"Yea, and when you finally came back to school she was depressed again."

"Yea!"

"But the second time it was different."

"Totally different!"

"What did you do to her Inuyasha? What did you say? She's worse than she was before! And now she's gone!"

Inuyasha had been silently interpretting all the new information until he heard the word 'gone'. "GONE?!?!?! What are you talking about? Her mom said she was just out and it wasn't her curfew yet!" He yelled. Everyone in the lines stared at him. He sent them a fierce glance, they all turned away.

"Maybe not when you visited, but I called her around twelve! Inuyasha! Kagome isn't the kind of girl who'd be late for curfew! You know that! You had to have said something!"

"Me? I didn't do anything!" He motioned with his arms. He was worried now. If Kagome hadn't come home last night...where could she be? "She might just be sick!" He offered an ulternate explanation.

"I called her this morning!" The girl shreaked.

He covered his ears and looked down. 'She can't be serious! Where could Kagome be?'

"Look!" Inuyasha turned to face the girl. "We know you like her and all, but me and Eri think it would be best if you would stay away from Kagome. It's obvious you did something to upset her."

"Yea! So stay away." The two girls walked off.

'I upset her? Could it be?' He felt something by his pocket. "Huh?" he reached into his side pocket. "What's this?" He unfolded the paper he had found.

'Inuyasha...you cause a little girl like Kagome too much pain. How about giving me a try? I like my relationships rough ---Yumi ; )'

He crumpled the paper up. 'Slut.' He balled his fists and pushed throught the long lines. "I don't have the time to wait for this kind of bullshit." He hit the machine and a can of soda fell. He grabbed it roughly and headed towards the door. 'If that slut really is Kagome have run away because of something I said? Could she really be that hurt ? I guess I wasn't exactly nice- but was it enough for her to run away?'

He shook his head and walked through then door frame. "Oh Inuyasha." Came a man's voice in falsetto.

He squinted his eyes and turned around. "Kouga? What do you want?" He asked the bruised demon.

Kouga held up a piece- strands-of hair? "Don't tell me," Inuyasha felt his blood boiling. "That better not be Kagome's!"

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Well...it could've been worse.... Please review. Especially if you weren't bribed into reading this : )

Oh...and if you're really bored and like Inu/Kag could you read my other story, 'Dogman'? It's not the best, but hey, neither am I.