A/N: IM SO SORRY THAT IT HAS TAKEN ME SO LONG! Things have gotten pretty hectic for me what with midterms… and I've been so lazy lately! I also accidentally deleted all of my stories! AHHH! As well as that, I also changed my penname to bl0odysakura. I still love to climb trees, tho. I hope none of you have lost interest, cuz I'm coming back strong! I promise that I'll update a lot more now!
Inuyasha is a merciless assassin who can never satisfy his lust for blood. His life is full of lies, cheating, drugs, sex, and killing. And then he is hired to kill a girl who is different from all the others, and his bitterness is put to the test. Can she change him from the monster he is?
Bloody Valentine
The library doors were heavy and wooden. The railing leading up the perfectly carved steps was a metallic gold color. Inuyasha walked up the steps slowly, his shoulders hunched in the cold and his warm breath misting in the freezing air. The tips of his nose and ears were stinging in the cold, and he rushed through the doors, welcoming the heat of the library.
Around him were tall shelves that towered to the ceiling. Ladders were placed strategically and there was a set of stairs at the end of each bookcase that led to a second level of books. A large, wooden desk stood off to the right and a gray-haired woman with glasses sat at a tall chair, flipping through the pages of an old, worn book. Inuyasha snickered at the view of a typical librarian. She glanced up at him over the rims of her glasses and spoke in a cackle.
"May I help you, young man?" The woman's tone was so prideful and self-assured that Inuyasha couldn't help but feel the limits of authority. He grimaced. He hated authority.
"No thanks, granny," he replied with an independent tone in his voice that declared that he hated restrictions, and should anyone mess with him, he'll hurt them.
The woman's eyes widened and she leaned back in her chair, appalled.
"I beg your pardon!" she exclaimed.
"Well, you aren't getting a pardon, so go back to reading your book, gram," he snickered.
He continued to walk through the library, the librarian gaping at his back as he sulked off. He laughed softly under his breath, proud.
He knew exactly where he was going. He had come to this library innumerable times before, his motive to research background information on the people he had been hired to murder. The directory department. He took a seat at one of the computers where the search engine was already loaded up, and he typed in the name Kagome Higurashi. He smiled softly at the name in remembrance, but realizing that the slight upward tilt of his lips had appeared on his mouth, he instantly shook away the thoughts in his head. Still, his mind had still caught a few pictures of her from the summer nine years ago…
"Mommy!" the little Inuyasha screamed, tears streaming down his chubby cheeks. "Mommy I won't let them hurt you!" he yelled, but the form that he saw holding her arms out to him was only a mirage. His mother was already lying on the ground, molested, limp and lifeless, with a knife slit across her neck. He ran to the woman he was imagining, standing and waiting for him, but passed through what he finally realized was only his mother's ghost. The ghost turned at smiled sadly at his shocked face. Her skin was so pale, nearly white, and her body was faded and transparent. Her body also faded as it got nearer to the ground. Inuyasha finally realized that the woman in front of him was all that was left of the life in his mother. Her spirit held out her hand towards her son, and Inuyasha reached out to touch her hand, but his fingers merely passed through hers. Before the apparition disappeared, she mouthed the words "I love you," to her son.
Inuyasha finally laid eyes on his mothers body on the ground, and he turned to the men snickered above her. One of those men was his father, holding the knife. They seemed to have forgotten that Inuyasha was still there. His father picked up his mother's body by the feet and dragged her to the dock behind the warehouse where they had murdered her. The three other men followed.
Little Inuyasha glared after them. The tears flowing down his cheeks were salty on his lips, and filled with sadness mixed with anger. His fists clenched. His ears twitched softly, straining to hear the cold voices of the four men on the dock over the harsh winds of the ocean. He could vaguely see the figure of his father violently kick his mothers limp body towards the water.
"No," he breathed. He realized what they were doing and what they had done. "No!" he exclaimed, louder and stronger this time. He was filled with a fierceness that rivaled all other emotions inside of him. In that instant, what he wanted most was to see his father die right there. Somebody's life had to pay for his mother's death, and he knew that his father was the one who had killed her.
"Father!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, his eyes narrowed as he watched his father pause with his leg back, halfway through preparation for a final kick. The man turned and grinned, his cronies cracking their knuckles behind him.
"Inuyasha," his father tsked. "You should be in bed, now. It's late. Let me tuck you in." His father laughed a devilish, cruel laugh.
"You killed mom!" Inuyasha screamed, all logic gone from him. "You killed her!" He lunged at his father, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.
His father dodged out of the way and Inuyasha stumbled, confused at the fact that his fist did not come into contact with flesh. He fell to the ground, scraping his elbow against the wooden planks. He looked at his wound and saw more than three huge splinters launched into his elbow, blood all over. He bit his lip and held back the tears welling in his eyes.
"Your mother was weak. A weakling. She was a disgrace to the family name." He snickered and took a few steps towards his son, laying on the ground in pain.
"She wasn't weak! She protected me from you!"
"Yes. You are a hanyou. A half-breed. You will bring terror and misfortune to the family's mighty name. She showed her weakness as well by trying to protect you. She had to die. You must now, as well."
Inuyasha rose to his feet, shakily and unsteadily. Still, his anger was controlling his body. He made a lunge at he father, a yell accumulating from deep in his throat, and as he expected his father stepped to the right. Inuyasha grinned. He had found his father's weakness. Again he lunged, his yell now a scream of hatred. This time, however, he expected his father to step to the right and reached for him. Inuyasha twisted his body to the right as he expected his father to step in that direction. He was right. His father's eyes widened in surprise, his evil laughter dying down as Inuyasha made a final lunge and tore the bloody knife out of his father's hands.
"You will die for what you did to her!" Inuyasha screamed. His anger was now uncontrollable, a different person emerging from the heart that had been so innocent only a few hours before. With a disgust that is unseen in an eight-year-old, Inuyasha grabbed for his father's throat. Rain came splashing down from the heavens and Inuyasha hesitated, remember the words of his mother.
"The rain comes when God is sad. The rain is his tears." Inuyasha's tears grew heavier. His left hand gripped his father's throat tightly and he glanced over at his mother's lifeless body lying near to the choppy water. He knew he had to do this. He saw the bloody slice across his mother's throat. He saw the pool of blood she was lying in. He saw the three men that had helped kill her and molest her. He scowled. He wanted revenge, and he wanted it to be good.
"You will die the same death you gave her. Except you will be alone, Father," said Inuyasha. He took a step towards his father backing him towards the water. "You will be all alone. Look a your wife," Inuyasha said, for they were now standing beside her body. Inuyasha's hand was clenched around his throat still. "Look at the body of your wife, and the knife slit across her throat that you created. Now look at me. The son who will kill you. And you will die all alone." He grinned evilly at his father. Inuyasha still had tears streaming down his face, sadness at his mother's death. He winced at her body, then glared at his father. Now her held the knife against his father's throat.
"Say hello to hell for me," Inuyasha said. Then he gave his father a slit matching that of this mother. His father's blood splashed over his face, and he watched his fathers eyes widen in pain, staring into the eyes of his son, who had killed him. Inuyasha let go of his father's neck and fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face, watching his father's body as it fell into the choppy waters.
His tears masked his vision completely and he was blinded by the last of his rage. Within two minutes, three more bodies were fed to the sea, the bodies of his father's accomplices. Inuyasha had heard their screams. He had tried to stop his rage. But then he would briefly glance at his mother and would fall eager for another kill.
The hour after the final killing was a blur of tears and fading anger. The rage was replaced by an overwhelming sadness. He kneeled in the pool of blood surrounding his mother's body, and he rested his head against her cold, lifeless breast as he had for every night since he was born, yet those nights he had listened to her heart beat. This night, she was empty.
He sobbed all through the night and well into the morning. The sun rose over the docks, lighting the dark puddles of blood over the wooden planks and highlighting the whiteness of his mother's skin. First there was a purple light, then a red glow, then orange, and finally the yellow luminance of the sun in mid-morning.
"She wasn't weak," Inuyasha sobbed. "She was the strongest person I know." And he continued his sobs until his felt a hand on his back.
He jerked his head up and stopped sobbing in fright. He stood up and spun around to see a small girl looking at him sadly. Her hair was medium length, a raven black wave that highlighted her soft complexion. She wore a navy, cotton dress that reached her knees. Her shoes were shiny, black dress shoes that little girls used to coo over and wear to church and for holidays. He eyes were a deep, compassionate brown. Inuyasha was most captivated by her eyes. All of the words that she could speak to him were in her eyes. Inuyasha fell limp again and knelt in the blood. The little girl knelt next to him, wrapping her arms around him with the understanding of an eight-year-old, a understanding that surpassed words, that never ended. She held him for a long time before Inuyasha finally spoke.
"You're getting your pretty shoes dirty with blood," he said. The little girl looked at him with tears rolling down her cheeks. He knew she was sad that her favorite shoes were being destroyed, but she smiled softly anyway.
"That's okay," she said.
That's okay. Inuyasha started crying again at her kind, unselfish words. He finally looked up at her and smiled back. Then, they sat side by side again in silence. He looked at the little girl for a long time, and then took her hand in his, his cheeks blushing slightly in shyness. Kneeling in the blood of his mother, hand in hand, they cried together for a long time.
They heard sirens after nearly three hours. They were far in the distance, but before long they had sped through the alleyway leading to the docks and the drivers stepped hard on the breaks. Tires screeched as four cop cars and two ambulances came to a stop at the docks where Inuyasha and the little girl sat together. Cops came running out of the cars, two of them picking up the two solemn children in their arms and rushing them to one ambulance. Yet try as they may, the cops could not get the two eight year olds to part hands. The other two cops picked up the lifeless body of Inuyasha's mother and laid her on a stretcher which was loaded into the other ambulance, a white sheet covering her body that was immediately stained in her blood. Inuyasha screamed and kicked when he saw them taking his mother away.
"NO! DON'T TOUCH HER! DON'T TAKE HER!" He screamed. His voice echoed through the alley. It was a high, distressed, blood-curdling scream. The cop dropped him and reached for his ear in pain as Inuyasha ran towards his mother. Cops made grabs at him but to now avail. He rushed to his mother's side and pulled back the sheet. He looked at his mother's dead face, but smiled softly. He stood on his tip-toes, the men handling the stretcher stopping to watch as he pressed his lips of the cold, lifeless ones of his mother.
"Bye-bye, Mommy," he said and a single tear streamed down his cheek and dropped onto his mother's.
Then, he turned and ran back to the girl. Taking her hand again, he stepped into the ambulance with her. As medics fussed over them, they spared two slight smiles for each other.
"I'm Inuyasha," he said. He gave her hand a little squeeze.
"I'm Kagome," she said, and she, too, squeezed his hand in hers as well.
In the library, his fingers poised over the keyboard, Inuyasha stared at his reflection in the computer screen as a single tear rolled down his face and dripped onto the keyboard.
A/N: Wow. This was a hard chapter to write. SAD! Intense… Well, tell me what you all think. I'll probably be the only one who cried, though.