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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?
Chapter 4:
His face hardened immediately after the shedding of that single tear. His hand curled into a fist and brought it down against the keyboard. The keys flew off in various different directions and the board was left with a permanent dent. No evidence was left of Inuyasha's tear as he stormed out of the library, the computer room attendant meekly chasing after him.
Once outside, he threw open the door of his car, climbing in and slumping down in the black upholstery. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves ineffectively, then inserted his keys, turned them to start the car, and slammed down on the gas petal. The tires of the Ferrari screeched as they searched for ground to cover. Within seconds Inuyasha was blocks away from the library.
He growled lowly his previous display of weakness. He was too strong to cry.
He found that his eyebrows had bunched together angrily. He remembered the way his mother had always told him to keep a happy face on because one day the wind might blow the wrong way so that the angry expression might be stuck there forever. He almost laughed, and a rare smile appeared on his face. Before even a second passed, however, it was replaced with a frown. Again, he was revealing his weakness. He refused to be happy.
He reached for his pocket with one hand, grabbing his cell phone and punching in the numbers that he had gone over so many times in his head for the last eight years. Yet, he had never pressed send. This time, he did. He spoke a few brief words to the person on the other line, and then hung up.
Before he knew where he was going, the tires of his Ferrari had turned into a long, dark alley. He looked around, driving slowly and taking in the angular graffiti on the cement walls. He knew this place. He knew it much too well.
The alley opened out, sunlight shining down with an unbelievable intensity compared to the depressing darkness of the alley. Inuyasha had preferred the alley, but this was the first time in his life that he had ever seen this area as bright as it was right now. It was the pier where his mother was slaughtered; the pier where he had become a killer.
He pulled his car to a halt just where the wooden planks of the dock began. Then, he turned off the engine, opened the door, threw the keys into his pocket, and slammed the door closed. He stopped for a moment, standing there with his body outlined by the intense sunlight of the late afternoon. Then, he took a deep breath and took one step forward.
His footsteps were slow and unsteady. They made hollow, creaking sound on the old wooden planks. He began to feel a dizzying sensation and toppled from one side to another like a drunk. He stopped for a moment and shook his head, then tried to walk steadily. Again, he felt his body tottering from side to side, each leaning motion drawing him nearer and nearer to falling into the ocean on either side of him. He tried to clear his mind, but realized in was clear. It felt as if her were a calm lake that had been overcome by a fog. He couldn't erase the dreamy feeling that had taken over his body and his brain. He continued to totter until he finally reached the end of the dock. He felt even dizzier as he looked down at the spot where his mother had lain dead nine years before.
He felt his body falling, dropping to the ground in a heap. It was then that he felt the wet numbness on his face. Tears were streaming uncontrollably down his perfect cheeks. He finally let out a loud awaited sob. He hadn't cried like this since that night. The thought of his mother caused more tears and more sobs, until his shoulders were shaking and his was breathing in gulps. He tried to calm himself, but he knew that this time he needed to cry. He looked up, tears streaming down his face, and screamed out into the wind.
"I hate you!" he screamed to his father, though he knew that no one was listening. "I hate you…" he said, softer this time, more to himself than to anyone else.
His past was the source of his weakness, he realized. His tears were dying down, but his sadness and anger were not. He knew that if he could finish the job he had undertaken, he would be free. If he could destroy the girl and destroy the memories along with her, he could forget that night eight years ago and finally be free. Still, he couldn't forget his mother's voice. He could forget her words, and the way she would sing him to sleep. He couldn't forget the way her fingers had lightly drawn circles on his skin when he would awake from nightmares, and she would soothe him back to sleep. He couldn't shake the memories of the way her hair would tickle his neck when she would lean down to kiss his little cheek, nor the way she always smelled of sakura blossoms. He could not forget the things that were most precious to him. But he would try.
Again the tears were pouring from his eyes like endless waterfalls. This time, he spoke again. Yet instead of his emotions being directed as his father, they were directed at himself.
"I hate you." His words were soft but filled with emotion. Just after he had spoken, he sensed a presence behind him. His back stiffens and his ears were pricked for sound, his nose attempting to trace a scent. The presence behind him made its way down the pier, soft footsteps on the wooden planks echoing in the air, until they stopped when they had reached his side.
"Inuyasha?" the voice asked. It belonged to a girl. The voice was soft and light and sweet. Inuyasha could have melted in that voice. He didn't try to hide his tears. He had heard the quivering in her voice as well. Instead, he looked up…
A/N: HAHA! SUSPENSE! Hey, after all, that is the genre of this story! Wanna find out what happens? REVIEW AND YOU'LL GET MORE!